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Post by Ginger on Feb 2, 2019 19:42:50 GMT -6
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Tingle....
whipsering... all the inaudible whispering....... friendship...
What was this so called friendship? Why were they so special? Classes? Teachers? Frustration for it all, that was what the creature in the tube felt... It grew more agitated as new fluids were inserted, itching to burst out the empty great depths... But no, no. Couldn't reach couldn't pull. Then it felt it... Something was about to change. A small smirk crossed the creatures face as this change just came knocking on its creators home.
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Post by Rakutsu on Feb 2, 2019 20:01:35 GMT -6
It was safe to say that this place was becoming second nature to the young man. It wasn't the first time that he walked these halls in his dark coat in order to take their secrets. Even though this wasn't his first break in there was still a lot of things that were unknown to him about the lab owned by Midas. Despite his curiosity, this wasn't his objective.
He came here with the purpose of taking down the barrier that was keeping the supernatural beings locked away, never to experience the world. He had a slight idea of how to take it down, but nothing that is one hundred percent. Now to find where it was being generated. |
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Post by dAmIaN? on Feb 2, 2019 22:16:30 GMT -6
Damian really needed to be more careful with portals.
Or more specifically how he aimed them. He probably should have known better than to use a person as a location, but really? He didn't. He could hardly consider 'Corbin' as a non-viable placement of a portal, and was thus rather baffled as to why the opening had dumped him smack dab in the middle of a rather curious and most certainly empty lab room.
The demon groaned from behind one of the tables and lifted a set of long black claws to the counter, dragging himself from the floor. The thin figure still stood a familiar height and bore familiar features that one who knew him might recognize, such as the shape of his face or the sound of his voice. For as much as what was familiar, however, much had changed. Things like the black and white checkered scarf around his neck, or the deep blue hair that fell over one half of his face and down to his waist in layers. Or the blue-black cat ears and matching tail he bore, the latter of which sported blue flames upon the tail tip as it flicked from side to side. Or the clothes in general, the simple slacks, black vest, and blue silk shirt that the old damian would never have worn without proper cause. Or the tapered black claws that replaced each digit of his hand, leading to a padded palm. Not to mention the clawed feet much akin to a raptors that matched. All signs that much had changed, even if the black sclera and silver irises were still the same.
Damian, during this exposition, had found himself preoccupied with the sound his claws made when he flicked one of the glass beakers. The light tink made him smile, exposing sharp teeth behind the scarf. He repeated this action harder, only to shatter the glass. Oh.. now that was fun.
Five minutes later, Damian was sweeping beakers off the shelves, thorougly enjoying the sound of shattering glass. He wondered if Corbin would enjoy this new game he'd found!
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Post by Hun on Feb 3, 2019 1:41:09 GMT -6
I don't need no remedy i need a damn good time Adrenaline and fear pumped through her veins as Hun trudged through the hallways, energy preemptively swirling around her arms.
This was a do-or-die mission, if she messed up here...well, no one knew where she was. And those who would care weren't here. It was just her at this point..
But if all went well, she could see Alex and Matt and Al and everyone else again...
And that was well worth the panic.
"Calm down Taylor...y...you got this. Eyther was a cake walk once you got your magic. You have your magic now...Midas will be another cake walk.." Hun muttered to herself, carefully peaking around the corner. Her magic was charged and ready at any notice, but that didn't stop her from being careful...and a bit paranoid, at that.. "Kill the overseer or destroy the generators...whichever comes first.."
Hun carefully continued her journey.
It was kinda weird not seeing anyone...were they all on vacations? Did someone else go trough and wipe everyone out already? Or was this a trap..
...No, it couldn't be. There had to be someone here. She could hear something breaking in a nearby room firstly. And...it sounded like someone was headed this way...
Claws were quickly created as Hun crouched down, ready to lunge.
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Post by Ginger on Feb 3, 2019 1:54:34 GMT -6
Clatter, Shatter, pew pew. MAKE IT STOP.
The thing grew more and more agitated, as more clattering and crashing echoed causing waves upon her liquid safe haven. The thing reached forward touching the glass, pushing a small inner force black crystal splitting the glass. Fluids soon leaking out, flowing faster as the crashing glass grew louder. once the prison fully emptied the body unclothed sat on the bottom gasping for breath, eyes blurry looking around. Coughing could be heard through the room, gasping for air.
The security while the absolute worst... letting a boy sneak in more than once... several break outs... Almost getting fired several upon several times. The one this night noticed.... The Demon crashing the glass, and was already making his way down the halls toward Damian, with a high chance of walking right into Huns first.
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Post by Lambchop on Feb 3, 2019 12:36:07 GMT -6
Dear Diary,
O-M-G! Bill wanted me to go check out some sort of Midas group. Apparently no one else was available. I suspect Bill just wanted me to stop making friends with strangers, but jokes on her! I made a bunch of new friends today! I'll tell you all about it Diary.
So apparently this town had a secret lab underneath it! This Mydas group had built such lovely facilities...their security was crap though. I was able to slip right in without any trouble. I had to leave my cute day-clothes behind though, so it was black fatigues and stealthy-silent boots. Ugh! I did brighten the look up with my adorable shy-guy mask though, so at least I wasn't a complete bore to look at. Anyway, so I slipped into the lab and was sneaking along looking for intel, when I hear glass breaking up ahead. It sounded like a wild animal was loose. Now, I know a good secret agent stays away from trouble, but I just had to know what was up: I mean, this was the first time I'd found proof that the lab was even occupied! For such a big facility they really didn't have enough people around...
So I crept along towards the noise, ready for anything. Well, anything except what actually happened, but once I get to that part, Diary, you won't blame me for not expecting it. It was wild!
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Post by Connor on Feb 10, 2019 11:21:14 GMT -6
Where was he?
Patience was a virtue, he reminded himself as he paced the office for the twelfth time this hour. Yet after all the circles this man had run around him, did he not have the slightest leway when it came to his thinning calm? That man had been the largest trouble he'd had to deal with so far, and he was heavy in his handed desire to finally speak with him face to face.
Perhaps such a meeting would have to wait though, as a commotion seemed to brew somewhere further off. He heard the crack of breaking glass and the patter of many steps. As he left the office, it was in time to catch the elbow of a late night security officer with his free hand, the other wrapped in a sling and completely bandaged.
A thin, false smile passed his lips.
"Is there a problem?"
His question light, but the warning behind them heavy. He'd expected a strong security in this place, and had quickly become disappointed.
And as many workers among the facility would know by rumors passing, the inspector was not a man to disappoint.
The hold wouldn't last long, though, as the further sounds of activity caused him to lower his grip and motion for the guard to make haste, while the inspector followed close behind.
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Post by Rakutsu on Feb 25, 2019 23:58:02 GMT -6
The shadows were both his friends and tool to use, however he saw fit. In this case, they were great for hiding himself from the cameras that watched the compound from the security room. Rakutsu used the same method the first time he came here, so there was no reason that he couldn’t do it again. After all, why fix what isn’t broken?
The young magic caster was severally confused by the lack of proper security in the building. Did they think it was unneeded? He thought that they would wisen up the first time a break in happened, but it turns out that this wasn’t the case. The number of security guys could be counted on one hand and he slipped by the with ease on his way to finding the source of the barrier.
The compound proved to be more lively that he previously thought. He sensed that a number of other individuals have broken in like he did for reasons unknown. Rakutsu wouldn’t take any actions against them at the moment, as there was no reason to do so. He simply kept making his way around to find the power source of the barrier, hidden in darkness. |
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Post by dAmIaN? on Mar 9, 2019 11:33:42 GMT -6
As fun, as one might find the strange act of disaster that came from breaking a number of beakers and varying items, it could only last so long. His entertainment was quickly limited, as the boy-demon further turned to explore the remains of this strange hovel. Or perhaps such nuances as to the delight of breaking glass were not over, for no sooner had he turned to study a whiteboard in a corner of the room, than did the shatter of glass announce quickly that he was no longer alone.
Standing up as straight as a meerkat, he peered this way and that. Slow, curious steps carried him closer, glass crunching under the clawed feet with the slight sting of cuts. Coming to a pause, he cocked his head one way, then the next, and then crouched. A single leap carried him from the ground to a perch atop the counter that separated him and the source, and it was there he came to a crouch, peering downwards at the mess of glass, fluid, and...
A female of some design. Taking in her appearance slowly, his eyes widened. He'd only ever spent time around Corbin, and felt a sudden uncertainty about the presence of a stranger. One who seemed quite curious in nature, though he lacked the knowledge to compare to what might seem more ordinary.
The soft scrape of claws followed as he edged closer, curled claws gripping the rim of the countertop. Leaning over his knees, he studied her with an unabashed curiosity before speaking a greeting he'd quickly come to learn from the other demon.
"heLLo."
Though the words were humane, the voice was not. A thick mixture of some inhuman hiss and a slight croak, English, but not quite.
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Post by Hun on Mar 17, 2019 17:49:46 GMT -6
I don't need no remedy i need a damn good time That poor guy, he should have stayed home.
It took a moment for Hun to judge his outfit, giving him enough time to glance down in confusion.
"Hey, what are you--!"
He was a security guard. Not to be trusted, not to be left alive. Hun lunged and effortlessly sliced his neck clean open, corruption eating away at the flesh and bone. A few more swipes of her claws later and all that was left was the uniform.
...This was going to be Eyther 2.0 wasn't it...?
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Whatever it took to get home.
Hun took a moment to settle herself. She was about to step past the murder scene, only to freeze at a muffled "Hello". Who...what? It sounded clearly supernatural, coming from the same room with the glass. Most likely an experiment...
On one hand, she came here to destroy the barrier. This wasn't the barrier.
But on the other, she knew how these labs worked. The pain, the suffering...
So Hun carefully opened the door, ready to put whatever was behind it out of it's misery.
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Post by Ginger on Mar 17, 2019 18:46:55 GMT -6
The air, painful such painful. Go Back. Go back. The tube... the warm fluids, protective fluid. Her senses slowly collected adjusting to the new situation, air slowly grew less abusive taking on a warmer gentler form. Slowly thoughts racing with the knowledge the sibling had gathered she pulled her own thoughts together.
With those thoughts growing more focused, the senses focusing into that of logic her mind gathered. Click. Click. as something came into her direction, her head shifted upward, body held slightly up at the 40 degree angle as she attempted to use muscles for the first time in many many months. 'heLLo' came an odd hissing croaked broken voice, her head moving the sound's location. All to upheld a figure looking broken, its body held upward on what seemed to be a desk of hellish nature. She shifted a bit more picking herself up, blood blossoming from the glass and skin meeting as one. Her straight stature greatly depending on the leftovers of her glass prison.
Taking a more confident posture learning to slowly depend on her own strength she placed an overly confident smile on her face. Body shifting just slightly to lean away from glass, arms spreading out taking the sense of atmosphere around her. "Why, HellO. Are you the annoying PeSt aWOkEN me from my SlumBer?" Her dark tanned torso was covered by what looked to be purple-silver hair wrapping her much like a cape of wandering pilgrim.
The security guard was on guard... Completely on guard, fear reaching higher and higher levels. He hadn't quite known all the was within the lab, but what he knew.. Been clearly ordered. DANGEROUS. TRUST NOTHING. As such he grown paranoid of terrible dreams, waking with sweaty nightmares.. and much much worst. Most of his own making, but he swore up and down There was Something eating at him.
So it was only natural, as this aching paranoia jumped to worst conclusion as somebody pure white almost like a ghost grabbed him roughly from the side. A false creepy smile slipping by, causing the guard to release a small inner scream along with cold sweat. Only to realize by the man's voice... It was a Man. It was THE MAN. The Boss Man... he knew nothing about, but was told. STAY THE HELL AWAY you'll get us all Fired. Man. Only managing a nod, as his voice was so broken it wasn't even audible to supernatural of powerful hearing. But that didn't matter, because the hold was gone, the Boss was motioning to continue his course..... It was... What was the word? Inspirationally deadly?
Why he was so preoccupied in thought of the encounter, he'd temporarily forgotten about the intruders... Probably helped the noises were gone, and he may or may not have had short term memory loss. WHAT did matter was the moment he turned a hallway leaving Mr.Boss behind came across a woman.. girl? guy? Shouting before suddenly lunging at him, the swipe so illogical.. so confusing. his brain barely even processed. Oh De- yep not even that. Gone was the mind. Corpse just fell to the ground blood flowing all over the intruders shoes... leaving footprints as she made her way further down opening a new door.
A figure panicking shuffled in a locked room, looking at what seemed to be paperwork mixed with chaotic notes all over a desk. This figure constantly shuffled and reshuffled the notes, heart completely racing. It had happened... It was Found.... It. It. Could be Done. No. Something worst is Done. Not Good. How long? more shuffling, the noises could be heard, but the light seemed dimmed... not even one walking through the hallway would see the light peering under the door. It was almost as if this figure was hiding its presence...... From somebody inside the lab.
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The Barrier powersource was located further down than where Rakutsu was headed, couple more rooms and 1 more turn he'll find it. Upon doing so he'd quickly learn the room was locked. The source would be a large device sitting on a lab table connected to 5 large power inputs, all connected to the room of something else.... The outputs having an odd yellow-green fluid, the room itself.. of course smelled like 100% Alcohol compound, nice and clean.. just like the rest of the lab. Something didn't quite feel right... It was... "cleaner" than should have been... and the air itself felt, "darker, darker, yet darker" as if something laid in a room over.. inhumane.
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Post by Lambchop on Mar 17, 2019 19:25:03 GMT -6
Dear Diary, OMG!
So I was following the sounds through the lab, because gosh it sounded like someone let a bull loose in a china shop, when I found it! What is 'it', Diary? Everything, Diary, E V E R Y T H I N G. So I sneak along when I come across someone's clothes! They looked like a security kit, but they were all grody and covered in icky-looking dried blood. I could see why whoever it was decided they couldn't wait to change till they were somewhere private, but how rood of them to just leave it in the hallway! I had half a mind to go find the nearest guard and submit a formal complaint! But the noises had stopped now, which was extra duper suspicous, so I kept going.
At this point I ran into a ghost, Diary! Well, that's what I thought at first. >_>" See, they had all this whispy energy stuff flowing around their arms and it was really dark, and I just thought I'd found some tortured soul who was stuck in a cycle of revenge or something. Anyway, they were peaking into a room with voices coming out of it, so I figured I'd found the spot.
So I'm curious what's going on in the room, and who my new ghost friend is, but I can't see or hear anything from way back where I am. So I think to myself "Well, Lambchop! Just get closer!" and that's what I did, Diary! I snuck up behind my ghost friend and tried to peak through the door over them. There was another ghostly fella in there too! This one was all broken-y and blue, and gave me a bad vibe for some reason, and a cute naked chick.
Now I know what you're thinking Diary! No, I am not writing slash fics in you by accident again. I swear! She wasn't old enough for that kind of fun anyway, I don't think. She had "childlike innocence" written all over her face. AAAAAnyway, so the two were talking, but I'd missed the beginning, so I looked down at the ghost-friend I was leaning over and whispered to them "Hey, what'cha lookin' at?"
Diary, did you know people don't like it when you sneak up on them like that? I know, right? People can be so weird sometimes! Well anyway, sorry for the cliffhanger, but yeah things got real interesting after that. I'll tell you all about it next time!
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Post by Connor on Apr 8, 2019 21:15:00 GMT -6
A corner came ahead, one that he drew back upon. The halls had become alive with the constant motion and chatter of activity, very little of which belonged in these stretched paths twisting through the facility. It was good conscious with which he fell short, it seemed, as the guard, he'd been following moments ago let out a cry. Connor fell short in step, listening with a calm visage and a light cock of his head to the side.
After a moment or two, he peered around the the now deceased and clawed apart guard who was supposed to be his assistance. A shame... His gaze swept unchanging from the corpse to the cause, whom had slipped further down towards an open door, leaving a rather distasteful trail of crimson down the hall.
Well now. A whole congregation was at work, as one figure slipped up to greet the other up ahead. The thin smile that worked its way across his lips was calculating and cold. This wasn't at all what the Inspector was here for. It wasn't his business to deal with disruptions of this nature. Still, if he was to provide a proper report, he would need to investigate deeper. He still had to track down that rat of a man hiding within the walls while he was at it, but first...
A small breath. A hand moving to fix his collar. A steady stride that cleanly avoided every drop of blood as he crossed. The only marring of his appearance, the only weakness being the sling that held a presumably broken and heavily bandaged arm as the other rested comfortably at his side. A smoother, eerily calm voice lifted as he stepped up, near silent, behind the two presumably female figures now peering into the room.
"Indeed. What ARE we looking at? Aside from a very messy attempt at subterfuge, that is?" Those last words in particular, directed with a heavy glance of judgement towards the murderess in particular. |
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Post by Rakutsu on Jun 30, 2019 22:04:37 GMT -6
”Usless.” The young man growling, taking a step back from the door. Normally, this is where he would be stumped, but he had an advantage that many others didn’t. His keyblade materialize in his hand and he used it to unlock the door to the reactor. |
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Post by dAmIaN? on Jul 4, 2019 16:50:55 GMT -6
It was the crimson that drew his gaze first. The blossoming red that made every fibre of his form tense up. Red... Red...
Cold. Red on white. A loud bang. Hands clawing, gripping, don't let go, red on white, save him, save him, protect him, you owe him, red on white, red on white, pain, red on white, RED--
Blink, blink. The stranger was upright now, draped in nothing, but not as if he cared much. Looking her up and down as he studied the strange creature before him, one of the few new faces... perhaps one of the only since he'd become free of that prison. A wide smile plastered itself over his face as he leaned forward, fascinated!
"Yes-hi-hello! I am Damian, hello." An eager nod was offered as he leaned forward, perched precariously on the edge of the desk once more. Of course, he was so interested in starting a conversation, learning about this strange woman-from-the-broken-glass-box. That is, until one of his ears flicked back, catching the sound of activity from behind. He tilted back, turning, his eyes growing wide. "Ah..."
And then in one motion the demon leapt off the desk and darted forward. A foot would launch out, kicking the door open at full force. Perhaps unintentional, as his foot would drop to the ground again and he would lean forward with a wide, curious smile. "Hello!"
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