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Post by t⊗theark on Apr 9, 2013 17:04:39 GMT
(ooc - Sunny's guilt has mostly been internalized. It's unlikely that he actually would want to destroy the facility after the personal toll of the last facility he destroyed and genocided at. )
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Post by Edzilla on Apr 10, 2013 7:20:18 GMT
(Those are only Ghosts thoughts, true or not)
He kept looking at 62, once again he noticed the glass of his iris, thinking how non functional it must be.
He was clearly still in his little pit of self loathing, while all his children attempted to comfort him. It was interesting, to create living, empathic beings with little more than one's mind... It was so complicated, part of Ghost thought there must be something more, another force behind it.
More words came from a steadily more hoarse voice, yet sincere as ever. "Not always... not always..."
"I just want to get back O... why do we have to be so cautious?"
"We're professionals, we should treat our job with respect."
The feeling of being so drowsy, just so tired, that he could do little more than try to open his eyelids. Managing little more than a little gap to see through, in his blurred vision, he made out a carpeted floor. There was the continual sound of footsteps as he was lifted and taken down this corridor, and just the tiniest hint of a girls laughter.
He came back abruptly, from that, memory? He was finding it harder to differentiate reality from the dream. Something about that felt so long ago, further than any call from the past so far.
Taking
He went silent again, this time the air in the room was more relaxed, but Ghost had made it significantly worse. Trying to gain some more information he turned to Matteus, unsure of whether to use his title or not. He settled on ,"Matt, you've been here a while, long enough to see Eliseai as a child, before I came here."
He paused on the subject, hesitating on the thought of the next question, whether he really wanted to know. Taking almost half a minute he came to a conclusion. Painfully evading the past could only last so long, at some point it would hit him like a brick wall. Gradually, he'd know, and he'd deal with it.
"The subjects... who brings them here... like me?" There was a new childlike shyness to his voice, one which combined horribly with Ghosts husky tone.
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Post by Esiphas on Apr 10, 2013 8:54:02 GMT
Ooh- I totally forgot to tell you us I was going on holiday didn't I? O gods I'm an idiot. Okay, we'll, I don think there's much I can do to salvage this. I'm two pages behind, and Only a cople of you seem to have interest in continuing. Does anyone mind? Or shall I drag myself through two-three pages until I figure out how far into the plot we are?
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Post by mantisstalker on Apr 10, 2013 9:15:18 GMT
(OOC- can swing either way)
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Post by t⊗theark on Apr 10, 2013 9:36:14 GMT
(ooc -I'll let you 3 work on the story more. Jaka and I are sorta in a position to back off for a bit.)
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Post by Edzilla on Apr 10, 2013 13:31:13 GMT
OOC- I vote that you drag yourself through the pages... The idea was to isolate us 3 for character development, that's still very doable
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Post by Yuno on Apr 10, 2013 15:53:01 GMT
ooc (I second Zilla. You have time to because they are using a train ride for development. And it would be good if Mateus was in on all that. Then hopefully soon me and heark go back to posting and rejoin the group.)
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Post by Esiphas on Apr 10, 2013 23:14:28 GMT
OOC- tha didn't take so long. I forgot its like 15 posts to a page, not 25 like in anime forum.
IC- Mateus looked a the both as they sat on the train. His head was flashing, full of the nightmares he suffered. "I must have dreamed a thousand dreams... I've been haunted b a million screams." He gave a weak smile. "I've been her a long time yes. I watched many a Subject come and go. Many dark things came to life in these facility's. I tried... I tried so hard to bring a little light, a little hope. And in the end, I had to watch as their experiments ripped every child I ever talked to apart, every person was turned into a monster. I saw the surviving experiments who were stable enough to meet me. I watched as Doctor Arachnae, Executor Drakon and Doctor Romulus diverted more and more survivors to their experiments. I've see it all, and My little candle could do nothing against the darkness. For that, I am sorry." He looked over to Ghost. "The one wh brings them is just called 'Picker'. Children from the family's in dome 3, Children from the surface. A giant of a man, and as wide as he is tall. He just... Snatches them off the streets with his Hands ad Carrys them here. Wh do you ask?"
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Post by Edzilla on Apr 10, 2013 23:35:22 GMT
At first Ghost looked sincerely sympathetic. "To see so much pain, right in front of you, knowing there's nothing you can do... that must be awful." Ghost frowned at the next comment, his social skills not sharp enough to conceive whether this was sarcasm or not. "That's... strange.." He sat quietly for a few minutes mulling it over. There was the newly broken voice of a teen, and that giggle, that intoxicating giggle. "It's just.. I've been seeing things recently, things are coming back bit by bit... It doesn't feel good at all." He paused again, evidently cautious with speech and interaction. Nothing would rid his mind of that laugh, only reminiscent of a playground.
"Your with us now, Matteus, I want the truth... an a nice peaceful end, with little blood spilt... maybe by that you can feel atoned..." Words came out whimsically, as if he was saying half what he was thinking. "Watching this place burn wont help, but if we can make it to headquarters, there's probably a way we can stop it functioning." The obvious question seemed :what then? In truth Ghost didn't know, for him there was nothin to return to, at least not in his memory.
The syringe slid slowly downwards, injecting a colourless liquid into his vein. Every muscle seemed to unhinge fast as he was lifted out of his be across the room. Through the corner of his blurred vision he could see a shadow, of a person, a girl. And in a fluid, natural motion the shadow morphed an changed shape. All he could here was the giggling...
Ghost sat there with a glassy expression, the other two noticed his semi cognitive state, but he gave them no explanation, only shifting on his seat to get more comfortable.
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Post by Esiphas on Apr 11, 2013 4:00:14 GMT
"I'll never be atoned. My mind is a Twisted thing, and It won't be in twisting just because I stopped all this. One this is done? I'm going somewhere where people need me. Somewhere my knowledge can be put to use. Africa. Asia. Places where people need support. Perhaps you could come too? I'd welcome the company." he sat back o his chair, and started rooting around in his pockets. Eventually, Mateus pulled out a canteen of water. "It's nearl stagnant. You still want ?" He said, after he took a swig.
"Perhaps we could. Go on a journey of discovery. I, Doctor Mathew Icarus, and you. The Ghost. The first thing we'd do is find your name. Or... Perhaps you'd like a name? Taking a Name... I was one of the first things Ellesai did with me. She took her name, named for a character that was everything she wanted to be. She took the name, then she became the Girl she imagined. What about you two? What is it you want in life?"
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Post by mantisstalker on Apr 11, 2013 5:11:27 GMT
62 felt strangely left out as Mateus talked to Ghost about traveling the world but soon pushed the thought away. The open world was no place for him or his children. He shook his head slightly as the subject changed to that of names. He had always been a number for as long as he could remember.
Unless he counted his nickname. Probably the only personal reference he had ever had which was now gone with its creator, but ironically even then had been based off his subject number. But still he missed it more than he would care to admit. Not everything was there yet but he knew how the name had made him feel and in a place like it was rare.
"What about you two? What is it you want in life?"
The question surprised 62 a little. He had always known what he had wanted: a place for his children to live without fear. But recently there had been something else. Something that had been taken long ago and in more ways than one reduced his to a shadow of what he had been.
Opening his mind a little so Mateus could see and threw him if he wished Ghost, 62 showed a brief clip of the Stalkers dream that he had showed Ellesai before, along with snippets of other dreams and hopes of his children out in the open being able to do what they wanted without worry. In most 62 was just a background figure content to watch, but a dark shadow often stayed close to him. Mateus could sense this confused 62 a great deal before the connection was severed.
62 shivered a little. He desired something but he wasn't sure he wanted it. Not after so long. Could it even be the same as before?
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Post by Edzilla on Apr 11, 2013 7:04:09 GMT
Ghost retorted, "that's easy enough for her, she doesn't have anyone to be, so she just picks.." Without identity, all that stayed forever was her mind and that was something they never would know. "And I don't think I want a name.. not yet, if we get out..I want to be as far from myself now as I can... A new beginning." He stayed silent for several minutes, nothing more for him to say, now only to wait.
He observed 62's memories with quiet interest. Children able to do the next thing on their immensely complicate thought lines, free of oppression and the brutality of the facility. But in truth it seemed impossible to Ghost, having no memory of time before the facility, or what those 16 years of life had been. All he knew were the rules of his cage, that he was a second class denizen of the place. Only by running from the pain, following animalistic instinct, now he was here, partly feeling unsure of what he was trying to grip, what came after. Only based on the most basic parameters of life had he given himself motivation. Now he knew 62 was not far off.
After the image receded, Ghost dwelled on the thought for a few more minutes before cautiously asking ,"that black thing, what is it?" Every word reluctantly left his mouth, testament to the delicateness of what he was asking.
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Post by mantisstalker on Apr 11, 2013 11:06:27 GMT
62 shuffled awkwardly as Ghost asked the question. He wasn't sure if he wanted them to know but before he could say as much the ever present voice chirped up. "You can't make friends keeping all these secrets." The voice said before it was followed by the quick flash of the purple eyed boy holding a hand out, a group of other people not far away.
With a sigh 62 reluctantly opened his mind again showing little but blackness as he pushed memories away to make room.
"I think its this..." A quiet and timid teenage voice rang out of the dark, as if he wasn't completely sure himself. A an image of the purple eyed boy sitting cross legged opposite what they assumed to be 62 appeared. He was inspecting what looked to be the number 57 burned into his right shoulder before turning to smile at 62.
"Don't worry its nothing. Besides I always wanted a tattoo." The memory faded with the sound of 62's quiet chuckle as the image suddenly lurched forward as if to tackle the boy. When it ended they could feel 62's confusing blob of emotions at witnessing the memory but surprisingly he didn't bother to sever the connection, though any attempt to wander around in his mind was quickly rebuffed by a mental push.
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Post by Edzilla on Apr 11, 2013 16:01:18 GMT
Ghost was confused as ever, although overwhelmed by the disturbing sight of that boy, for some obscure reason it was painful to think of him. Those purple eyes demanded a kind of sympathy and respect, literally forcing it from you.
"You must've known him... he doesn't seem so malicious... and you have no recollection of who he was?"
Ghost sat thinking for a moment, at what seemed in resolvable, before turning to Mateus. The telepath also seemed deep in thought and for the first time, Ghost noticed something. His presence was, unsettling, a certain sense of distortion around him when Ghost closed his eyes and brought him forward. In its own disturbing way, similar to that of the dark figure.
He sat dwelling upon the thought for a minutes, the silence growing slowly more painful as Ghost tried to find the link.
Then he went back to Matteus, once again, that horrible feeling, something 62 didn't give. With nothing but a simple curiosity he spoke to Matt. "Just.. try to find him... you're a telepath, you'll know the feeling..." Unsure if telepaths possessed such an ability, he dwelled on the idea that they were connected and by some tiny mental thread, purple eyes and Matteus shared something.
Ooc- ark and jaka, you can post you 'know, just don't go very at ahead
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Post by Yuno on Apr 11, 2013 16:08:41 GMT
ooc (Yeah we know, we agreed to wait until the next page begins to post. We wanted to step back for a bit longer. But I'd guess probably ark and me will both post by the end of the day! )
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