Introduction
"We are playing with fire," says Hulson, part of security of floor 11. He looks closely at the containment status lights on his console. "With a button we could extinguish it."
"Murder my children? They think and feel just as you do." Dr. Addler says to him. He looks at his wrists, electronic manacles, placed on him after he was found experimenting on himself.
"Thanks to one of your children, we had to move more research cadavers to the upper levels to avoid anymore zombie incidents." Hulson says checking the different cameras.
"She simply is growing too big to confine herself to a single body... and hates the presence of lifelessness... she takes after her father." Dr. Hayden responds.
As he finishes saying this the monitor shuts off getting a "What the hell!?" from Hulson then all the lights go off soon followed by the red lights of the backup generator.
Hulson starts to bring back the security cameras seeing a large figure in something akin to a hazmat suit by the main generator. He hesitantly turns on the intercom.
"Juggernaut, did you break the generator?" Hulson says slowly, sweat trickling down his forehead, Juggernaut does not respond, instead starts holding his head. "Where's the engineering staff?"
Juggernaut lets out a warped screech destroying the monitoring equipment and causing Hulson to fall back out of his chair, he hits his head knocking him unconscious, the doctor rushing to him to check his pulse. He then pilfers his ID card and rushes to the locked door excitedly running the card through a scanner and dropping it. As he reaches for it a small clawed hand snatches it. He looks to see the creature, a silhouette in the corner, eyes glimmering. He fearlessly turns to it and reaches out but it scurries into an open vent leaving the doctor stuck in the security office.
"Is that any way to treat your father...?" He mumbles as he walks over and begins trying to repair the console.
"Murder my children? They think and feel just as you do." Dr. Addler says to him. He looks at his wrists, electronic manacles, placed on him after he was found experimenting on himself.
"Thanks to one of your children, we had to move more research cadavers to the upper levels to avoid anymore zombie incidents." Hulson says checking the different cameras.
"She simply is growing too big to confine herself to a single body... and hates the presence of lifelessness... she takes after her father." Dr. Hayden responds.
As he finishes saying this the monitor shuts off getting a "What the hell!?" from Hulson then all the lights go off soon followed by the red lights of the backup generator.
Hulson starts to bring back the security cameras seeing a large figure in something akin to a hazmat suit by the main generator. He hesitantly turns on the intercom.
"Juggernaut, did you break the generator?" Hulson says slowly, sweat trickling down his forehead, Juggernaut does not respond, instead starts holding his head. "Where's the engineering staff?"
Juggernaut lets out a warped screech destroying the monitoring equipment and causing Hulson to fall back out of his chair, he hits his head knocking him unconscious, the doctor rushing to him to check his pulse. He then pilfers his ID card and rushes to the locked door excitedly running the card through a scanner and dropping it. As he reaches for it a small clawed hand snatches it. He looks to see the creature, a silhouette in the corner, eyes glimmering. He fearlessly turns to it and reaches out but it scurries into an open vent leaving the doctor stuck in the security office.
"Is that any way to treat your father...?" He mumbles as he walks over and begins trying to repair the console.
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"W-wait, what?" Shaken out of his thoughts, Alver glared at the two women, barely concealed panic hidden desperately behind the anger. He clutched at his jacket sleeves, taking a deep breath to calm down. It didn't help that he was trapped between two crazy women he didn't understand who could pretty much rip apart the facility individually and that guards were just around the corner.
Ok, he had to consider his options. On one hand, the guards were safe. Admittedly not as safe as Alver'd like compared to the experiments, but still safe. Normal. And he didn't have to worry about his life ending prematurely any more than usual, which was always awesome. On the other hand, he hated the guards with a passion of a thousand burning fireballs (alright, more like Alver hated the doctors than the guards, but since they were part of the facility it was just kinda easy to hate them), they'd probably didn't care about what happened to him so long as the two crazy-ass women he was with were knocked out, and he wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought of her being alone with GNS-088, attempted murderer or not, damn him and his conscience.
Luckily, the decision was take out of his hands when the woman from earlier pulled him up. A glance at her told Alver that she'd accepted the woman's offer, and tadah - decision solved, choice made, yada yada yada. No way was he going to be able to leave her alone with GNS-088 in good conscience. Crud.
"Arrgh." Alver stood up, ready to run. "I'll be coming too, no way am I gonna be left to the guards alone." Besides, if anything happened he'd be able to use his shields to defend. He frowned at the possessed doctor. wary. "How do you plan to escape? They're kinda around the corner."
As if on cue, the footsteps were now closer than ever, loudly thumping on the floor as they ran.
Ok, he had to consider his options. On one hand, the guards were safe. Admittedly not as safe as Alver'd like compared to the experiments, but still safe. Normal. And he didn't have to worry about his life ending prematurely any more than usual, which was always awesome. On the other hand, he hated the guards with a passion of a thousand burning fireballs (alright, more like Alver hated the doctors than the guards, but since they were part of the facility it was just kinda easy to hate them), they'd probably didn't care about what happened to him so long as the two crazy-ass women he was with were knocked out, and he wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought of her being alone with GNS-088, attempted murderer or not, damn him and his conscience.
Luckily, the decision was take out of his hands when the woman from earlier pulled him up. A glance at her told Alver that she'd accepted the woman's offer, and tadah - decision solved, choice made, yada yada yada. No way was he going to be able to leave her alone with GNS-088 in good conscience. Crud.
"Arrgh." Alver stood up, ready to run. "I'll be coming too, no way am I gonna be left to the guards alone." Besides, if anything happened he'd be able to use his shields to defend. He frowned at the possessed doctor. wary. "How do you plan to escape? They're kinda around the corner."
As if on cue, the footsteps were now closer than ever, loudly thumping on the floor as they ran.
The setting changes from Deep 17 to Floors 11-14
She takes them around a corner, evading an ambush as if she already knew they would. They are clad in full combat armor, and as suspected, packing more than simple tranquilizer guns. As they take aim, the ductwork collapses on them, shaking them more than hurting them.
"A collection of things, mister Alver, some of the memories of the hosts persist, giving me pieces of information about the facility's layout." The Bas'met avatar says in a rather matter-of-fact manner, then points at the vents, tiny feet heard echoing through inside keeping up with them. "And secondly, Skitters is quite the master of getting through tight places, with both the memories I've obtained and her I found something rather... interesting."
Bas'met leads them into an open storage room, surrounded in basic medical equipment like IVs, needles, and other such items, and a large glass cabinet in the back. She runs to this cabinet and begins pulling on it, slowly sliding it across the floor with a slight creak. Behind it she reveals a strange small door, somewhat like a dumbwaiter, yet it has a hand print biometric lock. She places her hand against it and after a short scan it slides open into a dimly lit, and unmapped portion of the facility. The lights in this portion seem like they haven't been changed in years, some flicker, nearly burnt out, stairways can be somewhat seen within.
"These are what I assume to be the maintenance access areas, a facility so large would have to have them right?" She says with uncertainty in her tone. "But they get used so little that nobody really cares to actually maintain them, funny, huh?"
The footsteps can be heard coming in their direction, doors opening and closing as they check every area. Bas'met motions to the entryway.
"Get in, I'll cover it back up behind you." She says, a tone making it clear that this avatar is staying behind. "And I know I've harmed some of you before, but... well... I'm willing to pay for that too, if it is any incentive."
"A collection of things, mister Alver, some of the memories of the hosts persist, giving me pieces of information about the facility's layout." The Bas'met avatar says in a rather matter-of-fact manner, then points at the vents, tiny feet heard echoing through inside keeping up with them. "And secondly, Skitters is quite the master of getting through tight places, with both the memories I've obtained and her I found something rather... interesting."
Bas'met leads them into an open storage room, surrounded in basic medical equipment like IVs, needles, and other such items, and a large glass cabinet in the back. She runs to this cabinet and begins pulling on it, slowly sliding it across the floor with a slight creak. Behind it she reveals a strange small door, somewhat like a dumbwaiter, yet it has a hand print biometric lock. She places her hand against it and after a short scan it slides open into a dimly lit, and unmapped portion of the facility. The lights in this portion seem like they haven't been changed in years, some flicker, nearly burnt out, stairways can be somewhat seen within.
"These are what I assume to be the maintenance access areas, a facility so large would have to have them right?" She says with uncertainty in her tone. "But they get used so little that nobody really cares to actually maintain them, funny, huh?"
The footsteps can be heard coming in their direction, doors opening and closing as they check every area. Bas'met motions to the entryway.
"Get in, I'll cover it back up behind you." She says, a tone making it clear that this avatar is staying behind. "And I know I've harmed some of you before, but... well... I'm willing to pay for that too, if it is any incentive."
The setting changes from Floors 11-14 to Floors 6-10
On the 10th floor...
The sound of heavy boots stomp down with equally heavy plodding on the hallway floor. He walked passed each room without so much as a glance in. There wasn't much of a need to with him. Ramirez could tell who was where and knew whether or not they were supposed to be where they were since he would hear a, "Hey Bart", "Ey", or some other sound resembling a greeting of some sort that didn't necessarily require any vocalizations. When things got sketchy, he could resolve most of them on his own. It wasn't the same with him as it was with many of the other average Joe s. He didn't have to grab a taser or tranquilizer gun. His defensive weapon was his empathy that he shared with the subjects. Granted, it didn't always win them over to happily accept a needle again just because he happened to know how they felt. However it did prove useful enough to stall them until backup arrived. This didn't make the job easier for him. More over it made him remind himself as to why he did it. At least the majority of the ones in most of the levels, both subject and normal, developed a preference to seeing or dealing with him.
As depressing as it all still seemed to be, he would laugh it off or play it down. It wasn't everyday that someone like him would upgrade from a cell to a comfortable bed and a steady paycheck. So it was rather common for him to hear another guard, doctor or subject inquire with similar questions. Yet sometimes still, he would have to ask himself some of the same questions. How did he end up where he is now? How does he feel about it? How long will this last? Something was bound to change. Inevitably he would find ways to answer theirs but put off his own answers. For some reason thinking about it just made him all the more tired by the end of his shift. Which was happening right now. Making him rub his eyes and yawn while he waited for the elevator up.
One of the few rules that were still instated over him was that he wasn't allowed topside. Well it wasn't completely out of the question. Just that it would require the proper approved attire. He couldn't go alone and would need to be accompanied. Not to mention the implications with his family.
For the moment. He was more interested in heading up to the upper floors to his room. But before that, he was curious about whether one of his co-workers snuck in a couple of beers like he said he would. Or at least hinted out. Bart couldn't be too sure. What he was sure of was that if he couldn't leave this place, he certainly couldn't go to a bar. And there are rules about alcohol on the premises. The elevator doors close behind him. He pushes the desired button and waits for the lift to jitter to life before slowly bringing him to his next destination. That is until the elevator goes pitch black as it abruptly stops short of its goal. He shifts his stance and looks about the blindingly dark elevator, half expecting for the lights to go back on. That is until a couple of minutes agonizingly tick by. "Ahhhhhhhuuuuuuugh-fine. I get it. It would have been nice if this was after-actually never mind, I need the over time....do they even give overtime?" He carries on with himself before finally taking out his smaller clip light to adhere to one of his breast pockets and digs his hardened nails into the seams of the door.
Just as he begins to make some progress with inching open the door he hears his radio jar his ears with a flurry of messages from other guards. Turns out he wasn't the only one running into a bit of trouble. He waits for as long as he can to find a pause in the chatter. Once he sees that there is no end in sight he finally and hesitantly butts in his own message to the disjointed conversations. "Not to add to our to do list but, uhhhhh, can someone around floor 6 or 7 come help me with the elevator doors? Kinda stuck between floors I think and I'd prefer to not be cut in half if I try doing this alone."
The sound of heavy boots stomp down with equally heavy plodding on the hallway floor. He walked passed each room without so much as a glance in. There wasn't much of a need to with him. Ramirez could tell who was where and knew whether or not they were supposed to be where they were since he would hear a, "Hey Bart", "Ey", or some other sound resembling a greeting of some sort that didn't necessarily require any vocalizations. When things got sketchy, he could resolve most of them on his own. It wasn't the same with him as it was with many of the other average Joe s. He didn't have to grab a taser or tranquilizer gun. His defensive weapon was his empathy that he shared with the subjects. Granted, it didn't always win them over to happily accept a needle again just because he happened to know how they felt. However it did prove useful enough to stall them until backup arrived. This didn't make the job easier for him. More over it made him remind himself as to why he did it. At least the majority of the ones in most of the levels, both subject and normal, developed a preference to seeing or dealing with him.
As depressing as it all still seemed to be, he would laugh it off or play it down. It wasn't everyday that someone like him would upgrade from a cell to a comfortable bed and a steady paycheck. So it was rather common for him to hear another guard, doctor or subject inquire with similar questions. Yet sometimes still, he would have to ask himself some of the same questions. How did he end up where he is now? How does he feel about it? How long will this last? Something was bound to change. Inevitably he would find ways to answer theirs but put off his own answers. For some reason thinking about it just made him all the more tired by the end of his shift. Which was happening right now. Making him rub his eyes and yawn while he waited for the elevator up.
One of the few rules that were still instated over him was that he wasn't allowed topside. Well it wasn't completely out of the question. Just that it would require the proper approved attire. He couldn't go alone and would need to be accompanied. Not to mention the implications with his family.
For the moment. He was more interested in heading up to the upper floors to his room. But before that, he was curious about whether one of his co-workers snuck in a couple of beers like he said he would. Or at least hinted out. Bart couldn't be too sure. What he was sure of was that if he couldn't leave this place, he certainly couldn't go to a bar. And there are rules about alcohol on the premises. The elevator doors close behind him. He pushes the desired button and waits for the lift to jitter to life before slowly bringing him to his next destination. That is until the elevator goes pitch black as it abruptly stops short of its goal. He shifts his stance and looks about the blindingly dark elevator, half expecting for the lights to go back on. That is until a couple of minutes agonizingly tick by. "Ahhhhhhhuuuuuuugh-fine. I get it. It would have been nice if this was after-actually never mind, I need the over time....do they even give overtime?" He carries on with himself before finally taking out his smaller clip light to adhere to one of his breast pockets and digs his hardened nails into the seams of the door.
Just as he begins to make some progress with inching open the door he hears his radio jar his ears with a flurry of messages from other guards. Turns out he wasn't the only one running into a bit of trouble. He waits for as long as he can to find a pause in the chatter. Once he sees that there is no end in sight he finally and hesitantly butts in his own message to the disjointed conversations. "Not to add to our to do list but, uhhhhh, can someone around floor 6 or 7 come help me with the elevator doors? Kinda stuck between floors I think and I'd prefer to not be cut in half if I try doing this alone."
The setting changes from Floors 6-10 to Floors 11-14
Kaijmera half expected the woman to envelop them in a shroud of shadows or some other wildly powerful....trick, of some kind, and whisk them away to safety. Instead, she is instead yanked along and nearly dragged around the corner like any other escapee fleeing for their lives. It would have been faster if she took off on her own. The joy of 20/20 hindsight. Speaking of alone, she was actually slightly, pleased, that Alver decided to go along with everything. The shield maker had promise in him. That is if he knew how and when to properly put up a solid defense. If she could get through it then it wasn’t as likely that he would be able to deflect a bullet either. It saved her time that he was at least in the same book as her. Whether or not they were on the same page was another question that would have to be saved for later.
More than anything she would find more convenience with being told that part of the ventilation system was going to come down behind them. Kaijmera was quick to break the line, jerk her hand free and take a few strides ahead of the doctor before daring to look over her shoulder and make sure that it wasn’t gunfire coming at them. The pitter patter of steps in the vents quickly gave away that it was much larger and smarter than a rat. If only she could simply get up there and traverse the ductwork like, whatever was up there, was doing. A question that she would have to save for later. Better to leave the chatter to the boy for the time being while she was at it. She’d rather have him reminding her what on earth the woman was going on about.
The storage room that they arrived in immediately left her wanting to know what could possibly help them in here with no noticeable way out except for the way they came. Her feet hardly touched the ground and aided with reversing her direction to push herself up against the nearest corner that lead back to the hallways that they had just come from. The fear of being seen was by now helping to lift some of the grogginess inducing fog in her mind. Just when she began to feel like she was led into a trap, the doctor opened up what looked to be a covered up passageway. Again her feet help her sprint towards the open entrance but she stops short of the door.
This poorly maintained and thickly webbed maintenance corridor made her leery of going in. Still, it was far more promising considering that it didn’t look to be used for a considerable amount of time. Or enough to give her confidence that she could better hide here rather than back out there.
“Varför?” She finally asks in confusion. Help nearly always came at a cost. However seeing as how she wasn’t willing to stand around long enough for the full answer. If there was one.
Soon enough she gripped the sides of the entrance and gives the doctor one more glance before going inside. If it really was a maintenance corridor then it would have to lead to other areas of the facility.
More than anything she would find more convenience with being told that part of the ventilation system was going to come down behind them. Kaijmera was quick to break the line, jerk her hand free and take a few strides ahead of the doctor before daring to look over her shoulder and make sure that it wasn’t gunfire coming at them. The pitter patter of steps in the vents quickly gave away that it was much larger and smarter than a rat. If only she could simply get up there and traverse the ductwork like, whatever was up there, was doing. A question that she would have to save for later. Better to leave the chatter to the boy for the time being while she was at it. She’d rather have him reminding her what on earth the woman was going on about.
The storage room that they arrived in immediately left her wanting to know what could possibly help them in here with no noticeable way out except for the way they came. Her feet hardly touched the ground and aided with reversing her direction to push herself up against the nearest corner that lead back to the hallways that they had just come from. The fear of being seen was by now helping to lift some of the grogginess inducing fog in her mind. Just when she began to feel like she was led into a trap, the doctor opened up what looked to be a covered up passageway. Again her feet help her sprint towards the open entrance but she stops short of the door.
This poorly maintained and thickly webbed maintenance corridor made her leery of going in. Still, it was far more promising considering that it didn’t look to be used for a considerable amount of time. Or enough to give her confidence that she could better hide here rather than back out there.
“Varför?” She finally asks in confusion. Help nearly always came at a cost. However seeing as how she wasn’t willing to stand around long enough for the full answer. If there was one.
Soon enough she gripped the sides of the entrance and gives the doctor one more glance before going inside. If it really was a maintenance corridor then it would have to lead to other areas of the facility.
The setting changes from Floors 11-14 to Floors 6-10
Location 6th Floor
With the confusing cacophony of both the panicking radio chatter, and the flashing red lights of the emergency backup power coming online. The whole situation felt sudden. Just moments ago Domingo was spraying cans of cheap shaving cream into someone's locker. Now it's sounds like the facility is being torn from the inside out. Domingo frantically reaches into his pocket before pulling out a pair ear bud headphones. Singling out the right ear bud he stretches the cord and uses his teeth to sever the selected cord. Plugging in the ear buds into the headphone jack of his radio. Domingo can focus in on all the chatter that is now crowding the frequency. All in the while keeping one ear open so he can listen for anyone or anything that may be coming his direction.
"Sh@*" Domingo said quietly so his own voice wouldn't drown out the incoming messages being feed to his left ear. As he listen in to all the income and outgoing chatter. It became very clear that the lower levels have gone completely out of control. Domingo remembered that there have been instance where a large number of guards were called in to reinforce the lower levels due to accidental containment breaches. Something in his gut tells him that this wasn't another random breach. "This was plan." Domingo muttered to himself as he realizes what may be in store for him when he goes down to the lower levels. Domingo takes a deep breath, lowers his head, and starts to silently chant, "Not today" three times before rising his head with a gleam of determination in his green eyes. He looks at his current equipment. One flashlight, one baton, one tranquilizer pistol with 2 pistol magazine of darts 15 in total including loaded tranq gun, and one high voltage tazer. His current assortment of defensive tools was fine against low risk threats but considering what is being held in the lower levels. Domingo is horribly under prepared for whats going on below. As thoughts of himself being mutated beginning to creep into his head. A single message stood out from the all the other frantic calls for help. A fellow officer was trap in the elevator near Domingo's location. The voice was male and judging by the tone, he was young and bit of a green-horn. Still it was mentioned earlier to not be alone. Domingo grabbed his radio to message back to the trap security personal. "This is Domingo, I'm closest to the trapped S.O. near floor 6. Once he out we'll make our way down." Still with the radio in his hand. Domingo hurries to the nearest elevator.
Moving closer to the elevator door. A small opening indicated that Domingo was going to the correct elevator. Using the small inch wide opening Domingo grabbed his baton, and wedge it in between the elevator doors and began to pry it open. "I gotcha I gotcha." Domingo said as the doors finally open. Looking down into the elevator carriage he saw A stocky officer looking back up at him. Domingo put back his baton and greeted the man. "Name is Domingo and I suggest you use the emergency exit." He motions with his thumb going up.
With the confusing cacophony of both the panicking radio chatter, and the flashing red lights of the emergency backup power coming online. The whole situation felt sudden. Just moments ago Domingo was spraying cans of cheap shaving cream into someone's locker. Now it's sounds like the facility is being torn from the inside out. Domingo frantically reaches into his pocket before pulling out a pair ear bud headphones. Singling out the right ear bud he stretches the cord and uses his teeth to sever the selected cord. Plugging in the ear buds into the headphone jack of his radio. Domingo can focus in on all the chatter that is now crowding the frequency. All in the while keeping one ear open so he can listen for anyone or anything that may be coming his direction.
"Sh@*" Domingo said quietly so his own voice wouldn't drown out the incoming messages being feed to his left ear. As he listen in to all the income and outgoing chatter. It became very clear that the lower levels have gone completely out of control. Domingo remembered that there have been instance where a large number of guards were called in to reinforce the lower levels due to accidental containment breaches. Something in his gut tells him that this wasn't another random breach. "This was plan." Domingo muttered to himself as he realizes what may be in store for him when he goes down to the lower levels. Domingo takes a deep breath, lowers his head, and starts to silently chant, "Not today" three times before rising his head with a gleam of determination in his green eyes. He looks at his current equipment. One flashlight, one baton, one tranquilizer pistol with 2 pistol magazine of darts 15 in total including loaded tranq gun, and one high voltage tazer. His current assortment of defensive tools was fine against low risk threats but considering what is being held in the lower levels. Domingo is horribly under prepared for whats going on below. As thoughts of himself being mutated beginning to creep into his head. A single message stood out from the all the other frantic calls for help. A fellow officer was trap in the elevator near Domingo's location. The voice was male and judging by the tone, he was young and bit of a green-horn. Still it was mentioned earlier to not be alone. Domingo grabbed his radio to message back to the trap security personal. "This is Domingo, I'm closest to the trapped S.O. near floor 6. Once he out we'll make our way down." Still with the radio in his hand. Domingo hurries to the nearest elevator.
Moving closer to the elevator door. A small opening indicated that Domingo was going to the correct elevator. Using the small inch wide opening Domingo grabbed his baton, and wedge it in between the elevator doors and began to pry it open. "I gotcha I gotcha." Domingo said as the doors finally open. Looking down into the elevator carriage he saw A stocky officer looking back up at him. Domingo put back his baton and greeted the man. "Name is Domingo and I suggest you use the emergency exit." He motions with his thumb going up.
Zeke had set up a ladder and was checking if he could somehow pierce his way through the floor, fruitlessly mind you as he finds steel reinforcement. He grumbles and pecks on it some as if there was any point in it that was not solid steel. This is the longest he's ever had an escape go so the thought of how this can horribly go wrong goes through his mind and that maybe... it would be better if he gave up.
"As if I'd do that." He says, thinking out loud. He rolls his eyes and scratches his chin, considering the option of burning his way through... until he heard a voice addressing him giving him a bit of a shock. "Y-yes! Erm... yeah. Seems Aberration 65 has damaged some of the elevator functions and... hey, you are not staff."
He gets a look at them, the guy isn't a security officer or a doctor, that is for certain, so he must be a subject of some sort. Maybe he's supposed to be out, doesn't look all that dangerous and kinda normal for the most part... but then again, looks are deceiving around here. Another idea rushes into his mind, if he shows an ability to take charge of the situation without breaking everything then maybe he will be an official security... and not end up in the coat and box again.
"That could work, right!?" He says to himself, before realizing he was thinking out loud. "I mean, sure, help me out and I'll put in a good word for you. What can you do to help, anyways?"
"As if I'd do that." He says, thinking out loud. He rolls his eyes and scratches his chin, considering the option of burning his way through... until he heard a voice addressing him giving him a bit of a shock. "Y-yes! Erm... yeah. Seems Aberration 65 has damaged some of the elevator functions and... hey, you are not staff."
He gets a look at them, the guy isn't a security officer or a doctor, that is for certain, so he must be a subject of some sort. Maybe he's supposed to be out, doesn't look all that dangerous and kinda normal for the most part... but then again, looks are deceiving around here. Another idea rushes into his mind, if he shows an ability to take charge of the situation without breaking everything then maybe he will be an official security... and not end up in the coat and box again.
"That could work, right!?" He says to himself, before realizing he was thinking out loud. "I mean, sure, help me out and I'll put in a good word for you. What can you do to help, anyways?"
The setting changes from Floors 6-10 to Floors 11-14
Alver started as the vent came down with a crash, then quickly resettled, annoyed at himself for reacting. Then something landed at his foot.
This time, Alver didn't scream or gibber or even move, but looked down instead, scowling at the object. His stomach gave a start when he saw a gun, but then he noticed the markings on the side and realised - it was a tranquilliser gun. One of the guards must have had one at hand when Skitter's (whoever they were) dropped the vent on them, causing the guard to lose control of the gun and fly at his direction. Huh. Well, they didn't need more ammunition anyway. Giving a tiny shrug, Alver picked up the gun and stored it at his back, making sure that the shirt was covering it.
What? He was going into unknown territory with a woman who had just tried to kill him a second ago and GNS-088, who was pretty dangerous herself. Alver could still remember the blood from that time she'd tried to - no wait, that had been the nightmares. The real one had no blood. Still, he absolutely didn't want to get possessed and die, so what was one extra precaution?
She knows my name. Ok. That was probably from the subject's memory thing she was talking about. Now that they weren't being chased, Alver took the time to resettle himself and think, walking half a step behind the two women. He quickly shrugged on his jacket, the extra cloth hiding the small bulge on his back and giving him an extra layer of protection. Why had GNS-088 (Alver still had no clue what her real name was) turned up to save them? Why - and how - had she escaped? No, scratch that - what on earth was going on?
What did she want?
Well, she wanted them to escape, that was obvious enough. Especially when she led them into a storage room and revealed a door leading to an abandoned area of the facility. And she sounded like she needed their help with what she had found. Whether it was 'look, a weird fish!' kind of interesting or 'agh we're all gonna die from this' kind of interesting, it didn't seem like she could do it alone, but Alver couldn't help but be suspicious if she had any other hidden motive that wouldn't be kind to them. He hadn't gotten this far and alive by taking everything at face value, and he wasn't going to start now.
Maybe if he had done so sooner, been suspicious sooner, then his friend wouldn't have died...
Nothing he could do about it now. Shoving the thought aside, Alver stepped through the door a few seconds after Killer Lady charged through it. He glanced around, squinting into the dark in an effort to see better. Seriously, he was sick of being an experiment and like it or not he was screwed anyway, what with being with an escapee and all. Heck, he could even be considered an escapee himself. Might as well go and explore before getting caught.
Just before GNS-088 closed the door, Alver reached out and stopped it. "Listen," he said quickly. He knew that he had only a few seconds left before the guards came across them, so he had to make it quick. "I have no clue what's going on and I still don't trust you, but thanks. I know the body you're in is dead and I'm not sure whether or not you can feel pain," and I'm really hoping that you didn't kill her "but take care, ok?"
There, done. Now he could stop worrying so much, although why he was worrying over a possessed dead body Alver had no clue. Having said his piece, Alver let go of the door and turned around to catch up with Killer Lady, blinking rapidly as the door closed and sealed off any light from the outside. Ah, night vision goggles, how he wished he had thee. That would have made seeing in the dark more easier.
"Alright, so." He said quietly, fumbling his way towards Killer Lady. His eyes were starting to get use to the dark now, and he could dimly see shapes that he assumed were pipes or walls or just weird objects. "Um. Think we should head that way?" he pointed forwards to a space between a large rectangle object and a large square object as his shin bumped into what felt like a small square box.
"Ow," he muttered, but he continued to move. He didn't want to be here if the guards discovered that they were in here and decided to storm the place. "And what's your name?" he asked, squinting at his surroundings. The objects were gradually becoming clearer, good. Soon he'd be able to see properly in the gloom. "If we're gonna be stuck together we might as well know each other's names. I'm Alver Glanestone. You?"
This time, Alver didn't scream or gibber or even move, but looked down instead, scowling at the object. His stomach gave a start when he saw a gun, but then he noticed the markings on the side and realised - it was a tranquilliser gun. One of the guards must have had one at hand when Skitter's (whoever they were) dropped the vent on them, causing the guard to lose control of the gun and fly at his direction. Huh. Well, they didn't need more ammunition anyway. Giving a tiny shrug, Alver picked up the gun and stored it at his back, making sure that the shirt was covering it.
What? He was going into unknown territory with a woman who had just tried to kill him a second ago and GNS-088, who was pretty dangerous herself. Alver could still remember the blood from that time she'd tried to - no wait, that had been the nightmares. The real one had no blood. Still, he absolutely didn't want to get possessed and die, so what was one extra precaution?
She knows my name. Ok. That was probably from the subject's memory thing she was talking about. Now that they weren't being chased, Alver took the time to resettle himself and think, walking half a step behind the two women. He quickly shrugged on his jacket, the extra cloth hiding the small bulge on his back and giving him an extra layer of protection. Why had GNS-088 (Alver still had no clue what her real name was) turned up to save them? Why - and how - had she escaped? No, scratch that - what on earth was going on?
What did she want?
Well, she wanted them to escape, that was obvious enough. Especially when she led them into a storage room and revealed a door leading to an abandoned area of the facility. And she sounded like she needed their help with what she had found. Whether it was 'look, a weird fish!' kind of interesting or 'agh we're all gonna die from this' kind of interesting, it didn't seem like she could do it alone, but Alver couldn't help but be suspicious if she had any other hidden motive that wouldn't be kind to them. He hadn't gotten this far and alive by taking everything at face value, and he wasn't going to start now.
Maybe if he had done so sooner, been suspicious sooner, then his friend wouldn't have died...
Nothing he could do about it now. Shoving the thought aside, Alver stepped through the door a few seconds after Killer Lady charged through it. He glanced around, squinting into the dark in an effort to see better. Seriously, he was sick of being an experiment and like it or not he was screwed anyway, what with being with an escapee and all. Heck, he could even be considered an escapee himself. Might as well go and explore before getting caught.
Just before GNS-088 closed the door, Alver reached out and stopped it. "Listen," he said quickly. He knew that he had only a few seconds left before the guards came across them, so he had to make it quick. "I have no clue what's going on and I still don't trust you, but thanks. I know the body you're in is dead and I'm not sure whether or not you can feel pain," and I'm really hoping that you didn't kill her "but take care, ok?"
There, done. Now he could stop worrying so much, although why he was worrying over a possessed dead body Alver had no clue. Having said his piece, Alver let go of the door and turned around to catch up with Killer Lady, blinking rapidly as the door closed and sealed off any light from the outside. Ah, night vision goggles, how he wished he had thee. That would have made seeing in the dark more easier.
"Alright, so." He said quietly, fumbling his way towards Killer Lady. His eyes were starting to get use to the dark now, and he could dimly see shapes that he assumed were pipes or walls or just weird objects. "Um. Think we should head that way?" he pointed forwards to a space between a large rectangle object and a large square object as his shin bumped into what felt like a small square box.
"Ow," he muttered, but he continued to move. He didn't want to be here if the guards discovered that they were in here and decided to storm the place. "And what's your name?" he asked, squinting at his surroundings. The objects were gradually becoming clearer, good. Soon he'd be able to see properly in the gloom. "If we're gonna be stuck together we might as well know each other's names. I'm Alver Glanestone. You?"
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Near instantly, she calmed down and wiped away the tears in her eyes, sniffling out the last of her cries. "Y-You'll really help? Thanks so much." Wiping the last of her tears now onto the cuff of her glove, she took a deep breath and collected her normally-jubilant self. "Well, since I'm not going to have your baby and I'm back in top condition, let's get out of here! I've got big plans and goals once I'm free. I hope you won't get in the way of those either!" She adjusted the gloves and re-tied her rose-red scarf around her neck before stretching onto her toes and cracking her knuckles. "I'll take care of the heavy work, so you just tell me where to go, got it?" Even in a situation like this, she was ready to take charge. As if to emphasize this, she flexed a (non-existent) muscle. "And for whatever it's worth, even if you're a boy, I think you look pretty. Your hair is really nice." She smiled big before casually walking right over to his door.
"HYAAA!" She cried as she whipped her foot around in a roundhouse kick that knocked the door off its hinges, stopping only to slam into the wall opposite the hall. "Kekeke.... Alright. Let's go, Blondie! I gots me a daddy to get back to." The blue-haired monster of a young woman had set the scene for escape. "Mark my words, foul doctor people!" She looked straight into the nearest security camera, pointing directly at it to emphasize she was talking right to them. "I'm getting out of here! And I'll expose everything you're doing here, or I'm not Nina West, The great heroine of justice to this world!" Grabbing the blonde boy by the wrist, she began laughing and running off in any old direction. She felt truly invincible, with this guy here to guide her to freedom. From there, it was all on her.
"HYAAA!" She cried as she whipped her foot around in a roundhouse kick that knocked the door off its hinges, stopping only to slam into the wall opposite the hall. "Kekeke.... Alright. Let's go, Blondie! I gots me a daddy to get back to." The blue-haired monster of a young woman had set the scene for escape. "Mark my words, foul doctor people!" She looked straight into the nearest security camera, pointing directly at it to emphasize she was talking right to them. "I'm getting out of here! And I'll expose everything you're doing here, or I'm not Nina West, The great heroine of justice to this world!" Grabbing the blonde boy by the wrist, she began laughing and running off in any old direction. She felt truly invincible, with this guy here to guide her to freedom. From there, it was all on her.
Myrion Testarossa
"What have I gotten myself into...?"
Myrion raised an eyebrow, watching as the girl's whole mood changed in a matter of seconds. Had she just been faking being devastated by her own actions to coerce him into helping? He frowned irritably, his pride seething at the possibility he'd been so easily manipulated. He, Myrion Testarossa, should have dictated his own path based solely on what he himself thought needed to be done. ...But, he supposed, since she still didn't seem to know who he was - considering he was still alive - that meant she wouldn't have known how to guilt him into aiding her in the first place. So, his choice to assist her to make up for his own actions was no less valid.
Even so, this girl's jubilant attitude seemed like it would be very hard to deal with. Myrion rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying his best to ignore the fact that she was still calling him pretty. Boys weren't supposed to be "pretty!" She could have called him dashing, or handsome, or ANY other adjective! ...Well, any other adjective except cute. That would have been worse. But still! He was a man! He wasn't going to stand for-
His attempts to protest were interrupted by a loud bang as she casually disassembled his door and sent it flying into the far wall. Had she forgotten that guards were still in the area? Apparently so, since she then started loudly boasting to the nearest security camera about how she was going to make them all look like idiots and escape. Myrion groaned, slapping his forehead before snatching up his distinctive coat and draping it over his shoulders. Fortunately, he was always prepared for an emergency, and had plenty of backup gadgets in the various pockets of this garment. With these marvelous machines, he could-
"Waugh!" His plans to salvage the situation were interrupted by the blue haired maniac grabbing him by the wrist and bodily hauling him after her as she took off in a random direction. Myrion wasn't an outdoorsy type. Hell, he'd never even BEEN outdoors except for one time he'd also been out of space and time. As such, he wasn't really capable of keeping up with a cybernetically enhanced ball of energy like Nina. He ended up stumbling after her, almost immediately dragged near completely off his feet, his knees knocking against the floor several times as he only nearly avoided faceplanting into a nearby wall when Nina made an unexpected turn. "Ow! Let go of me! Slow down! Do something before you break my legs off! No, don't turn right you fool, go LEFT! Augh, what did I do to deserve this?!"
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She heard the door shut behind her. And her eyes strained for almost a minute as they attempted to adjust to the dim setting. Willing it in the back of her mind, she wished that she could see everything more clearly. No. She needed to, willed it in her thoughts. The empty passageway slowly began to light up as though someone was gradually raising the lights on a light dimmer switch. Nearly her entire body ached much like a tensed muscle that was feeling a little too much resistance. The tension made her breath the same way one would after a light jog thanks to the stress the sickened and frazzled doctor put her through when she was convinced there would be a fight brewing.
Moving a hand to her chest; some of those same ripples underneath her skin occasionally persisted despite her over all proportions regaining a little more normalcy. Being in a new area with the thoughts of being herded into a corner by guards prevented her from having any solace in the thought of relaxing, even if it were only temporary. Several claws reach up to one of the side walls and scrape at its surface with mild interest as to whether or not it would leave a mark. Before looking down at her still wickedly equipped hand. She frowns. ".....äcklig." Then, does the best she can to shake her hand and shake it off.
Kaijmera had almost forgotten that Alver was even behind her until she heard his footsteps catching up from behind. Her head tilted just enough to look and see him fumble a bit when he smacked one of his legs right into a box. Clumsy looked to be a trait that he would naturally have. She ignored his first question and proceeded to begin walking, slowly but with a purpose. He asked her another question about her name. Again. She acted as though she didn't hear him. With the express intention on looking around and paying attention to anything but him. The one thing that she did pick up from him, aside from his name, was the anxiousness in his voice. Informing her of his name without being asked.
For what felt like a long time she seemed to stare at him. "You scared of me?"
Moving a hand to her chest; some of those same ripples underneath her skin occasionally persisted despite her over all proportions regaining a little more normalcy. Being in a new area with the thoughts of being herded into a corner by guards prevented her from having any solace in the thought of relaxing, even if it were only temporary. Several claws reach up to one of the side walls and scrape at its surface with mild interest as to whether or not it would leave a mark. Before looking down at her still wickedly equipped hand. She frowns. ".....äcklig." Then, does the best she can to shake her hand and shake it off.
Kaijmera had almost forgotten that Alver was even behind her until she heard his footsteps catching up from behind. Her head tilted just enough to look and see him fumble a bit when he smacked one of his legs right into a box. Clumsy looked to be a trait that he would naturally have. She ignored his first question and proceeded to begin walking, slowly but with a purpose. He asked her another question about her name. Again. She acted as though she didn't hear him. With the express intention on looking around and paying attention to anything but him. The one thing that she did pick up from him, aside from his name, was the anxiousness in his voice. Informing her of his name without being asked.
By then Kaijmera turned towards the the wall and with only the upper half of her body turned, her face barely turned 1/3 of the way towards him. Her eyes catching and reflecting the dim light similarly to how an animal's eyes would appear to almost glow in low light conditions.You?
For what felt like a long time she seemed to stare at him. "You scared of me?"
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"Yup, I'm not the staff. An experiment, just like most of the people here." Arcee smiled lightly at the guard, no trace of bitterness in his voice or face. "Name's Arcee Cree, and I lost my way to my room." He didn't really need a good word considering that he was going to die within the facility sooner or later, but it couldn't hurt, right? It was pretty much home already, since they'd never be able to leave the place. Arcee glanced at the guard, taking in his attire for the first time. "I'll help you if you get me back there, ok?"
From what he could see, the hair the guard had stuffed in his cap had a blue tint to them, as well as his eyes. The guard uniform didn't really seem to fit him properly, but then again, maybe it was because he had lost or gained weight recently? The guard also wasn't carrying any weapons, too, and Arcee knew that guards would have obeyed the speakers instructions, since it was part of their job. At the very least, a guard would've been looking for weapons to attack or protect himself with, right?
Hmm, that guy's suspicious... maybe he isn't actually a guard, haha. Laughingly, Arcee dismissed the thought from his mind. Nah, what're the odds of that? Impossible.
Although several experiments had escaped just now, according to the announcement...
Nah, the guard was probably new or something. And he was young (was he really old enough to be a guard?) enough to not want to die a death via experiment. His smile covering what he was thinking, Arcee continued, ticking each item off the list as he went.
"Lets see, I can sing, change my voice to match others, adjust my hearing, hold my breath for ten minutes and break glass using nothing but my voice and maybe a tuning fork. Also I can play a lot of instruments, amongst other things." He beamed at the guard, face friendly and helpful. "Anything in there that fits what you need? If not, I could help you look for another guard."
From what he could see, the hair the guard had stuffed in his cap had a blue tint to them, as well as his eyes. The guard uniform didn't really seem to fit him properly, but then again, maybe it was because he had lost or gained weight recently? The guard also wasn't carrying any weapons, too, and Arcee knew that guards would have obeyed the speakers instructions, since it was part of their job. At the very least, a guard would've been looking for weapons to attack or protect himself with, right?
Hmm, that guy's suspicious... maybe he isn't actually a guard, haha. Laughingly, Arcee dismissed the thought from his mind. Nah, what're the odds of that? Impossible.
Although several experiments had escaped just now, according to the announcement...
Nah, the guard was probably new or something. And he was young (was he really old enough to be a guard?) enough to not want to die a death via experiment. His smile covering what he was thinking, Arcee continued, ticking each item off the list as he went.
"Lets see, I can sing, change my voice to match others, adjust my hearing, hold my breath for ten minutes and break glass using nothing but my voice and maybe a tuning fork. Also I can play a lot of instruments, amongst other things." He beamed at the guard, face friendly and helpful. "Anything in there that fits what you need? If not, I could help you look for another guard."
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Alver felt a chill go down his spine from her stare, but that was quickly washed away by annoyance at her question. Was he scared of her? Hell yes. Was he scared of the guards, getting caught, never getting out of this facility, so on and so forth? Also yes.
And he was sick of it. Screw terror, Alver had gotten over the fear years ago and no way was he letting it win now. Especially not when he was with a person who looked like she was about to go feral on him. He'd been worried for her, for goodness sake! That had been part of the reason he was now an escapee of the facility! Well, that and he'd been sick of the place, but that didn't matter right now.
What did matter was that she'd sounded like she'd expected the answer to be yes, and that. That kind of pissed Alver off.
"No, I'm scared of the dark and closed spaces," He replied sarcastically. "Of course I'm scared of you!" He scowled at her, clenching his fists. "You nearly tried to kill me when we met, remember? And I'm scared of getting caught, the aftermath of getting caught, what GNS-088 needs us for, so on and so forth. Trust me, compared to that, being trapped in an enclosed dark space with a woman who tried to murder me an hour ago is kind of low on the list. And besides..."
Alver took a deep breath. "You weren't actually trying to kill me," He admitted. His scowl receded back to a clear gaze, and his hands uncurled. "You stopped once you noticed I wasn't a guard, and you haven't tried again." He said, staring at her eyes. "And even though I'm scared I'm worried about you too. I don't know what GNS-088 needs us for, but it might be dangerous and even if you're a badass I think you'd feel more comfortable with someone watching your back. I don't want to see any more people die when I can do something to help, ok?"
Speech done, he fell silent. Then a moment later, Alver's whole face turned red with embarrassment as he realised what he'd just said. "A-And anyway, I wanted to explore this place." He muttered, looking away. "It seemed interesting, and - oh hey I think that's the exit." He pointed gratefully to the now visible dark space inbetween two rectangle boxes a few feet away from them, squinting to see if there was a wall or a turn. "I think there's a turn... What do you think?" he turned back to face her, unsure how to react after what he'd just said and unsure of how she'd react after his speech. "Exit or dead end?"
And he was sick of it. Screw terror, Alver had gotten over the fear years ago and no way was he letting it win now. Especially not when he was with a person who looked like she was about to go feral on him. He'd been worried for her, for goodness sake! That had been part of the reason he was now an escapee of the facility! Well, that and he'd been sick of the place, but that didn't matter right now.
What did matter was that she'd sounded like she'd expected the answer to be yes, and that. That kind of pissed Alver off.
"No, I'm scared of the dark and closed spaces," He replied sarcastically. "Of course I'm scared of you!" He scowled at her, clenching his fists. "You nearly tried to kill me when we met, remember? And I'm scared of getting caught, the aftermath of getting caught, what GNS-088 needs us for, so on and so forth. Trust me, compared to that, being trapped in an enclosed dark space with a woman who tried to murder me an hour ago is kind of low on the list. And besides..."
Alver took a deep breath. "You weren't actually trying to kill me," He admitted. His scowl receded back to a clear gaze, and his hands uncurled. "You stopped once you noticed I wasn't a guard, and you haven't tried again." He said, staring at her eyes. "And even though I'm scared I'm worried about you too. I don't know what GNS-088 needs us for, but it might be dangerous and even if you're a badass I think you'd feel more comfortable with someone watching your back. I don't want to see any more people die when I can do something to help, ok?"
Speech done, he fell silent. Then a moment later, Alver's whole face turned red with embarrassment as he realised what he'd just said. "A-And anyway, I wanted to explore this place." He muttered, looking away. "It seemed interesting, and - oh hey I think that's the exit." He pointed gratefully to the now visible dark space inbetween two rectangle boxes a few feet away from them, squinting to see if there was a wall or a turn. "I think there's a turn... What do you think?" he turned back to face her, unsure how to react after what he'd just said and unsure of how she'd react after his speech. "Exit or dead end?"
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Her gaze didn't change. Although her eyes did seem to respond to him finally putting up something of a commotion against her. It was rather quick of him to chomp at the bit, and for a moment her expression softened ever so slightly. There was something in particular that she had at some point decided that she wanted to look for. Something that couldn't simply be stated. This wasn't a job interview and they didn't have much time to work with.
Unfortunately, almost as quickly as he managed to show some fire, he stifled it out before giving it a chance to take. Kaijmera's face by then was blank. 'Badass.' She thinks to herself. Alver would only be able to hear himself and the only breathing he would pick up was his own. His words bounced off the walls as though he were the only one there. He was talking far too much. A habit that would get him in trouble if he wanted to stay hidden, even down here.
By the time he would turn himself back to face her, he would be able to see rapid movement right in front of his face. The strike would sting more than anything against his skin. Then he would have the joy of noticing that his body was flung against some boxes that would collapse against his weight. "Du är för högt." She would speak in a hushed tone from an indiscernible direction. "Think its bad here? Wait till you get outside." Her voice trailed around from his left and then to his right ear. Using the lack of general lighting to keep out of his line of sight. It would go silent for a few very long seconds.
The next time Alver would hear her again it would sound further away. Possibly around a corner, or further down the space that he had pointed to earlier. "You open up too much. För mycket." Ironic for a kid who could put up barriers. While she made it a point of not letting him know it, she still had him visible to her eyes. He would quickly learn that she wasn't the type to simply carry on a conversation with someone so easily. The next sentence came from even further away. And only half in English. "Du kanske lära sig något. If you live long enough."
If anyone was to notice one of them in the tunnels. If anyone else managed to find a way down there. Alver was the one making the most noise.
Unfortunately, almost as quickly as he managed to show some fire, he stifled it out before giving it a chance to take. Kaijmera's face by then was blank. 'Badass.' She thinks to herself. Alver would only be able to hear himself and the only breathing he would pick up was his own. His words bounced off the walls as though he were the only one there. He was talking far too much. A habit that would get him in trouble if he wanted to stay hidden, even down here.
By the time he would turn himself back to face her, he would be able to see rapid movement right in front of his face. The strike would sting more than anything against his skin. Then he would have the joy of noticing that his body was flung against some boxes that would collapse against his weight. "Du är för högt." She would speak in a hushed tone from an indiscernible direction. "Think its bad here? Wait till you get outside." Her voice trailed around from his left and then to his right ear. Using the lack of general lighting to keep out of his line of sight. It would go silent for a few very long seconds.
The next time Alver would hear her again it would sound further away. Possibly around a corner, or further down the space that he had pointed to earlier. "You open up too much. För mycket." Ironic for a kid who could put up barriers. While she made it a point of not letting him know it, she still had him visible to her eyes. He would quickly learn that she wasn't the type to simply carry on a conversation with someone so easily. The next sentence came from even further away. And only half in English. "Du kanske lära sig något. If you live long enough."
If anyone was to notice one of them in the tunnels. If anyone else managed to find a way down there. Alver was the one making the most noise.
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To hear that someone wasn't currently racing to get the facility up and running, but instead was coming to his aid was a bit of a relief. It wasn't like he was worried that he was going to be left stranded on his own in the elevator after establishing good rapport with them. The more help they could get the better. Right? The thing was. He didn't really recognize the voice coming from this particular individual and he now spends his time not only working at opening the doors but trying to put a face to the voice. Neither of which he could get himself to achieve for some reason. Was there really someone on the payroll that he didn't know? He had been adamant about getting to know everyone, as it became his objective to recognize rogue experiments from guards. It occurred to him when he realized that quite a few of his co-workers didn't bother to get familiar with each other. To figure out whether that guard or doctor walking by was just going about their route or looking for a way to escape. They more often than not, didn't seem to bother with much more than a glance.
Heavy footsteps instantly let him know that not only was something coming. That they were also a guard with the weight of those boots hitting the floor. He immediately jumped back and caught himself before he fell on his ass against the elevator floor when a baton was abruptly wedged through the opening that he had just made. "Aye! Watch where you put that thing! Not even a drink or a date first." Looking back up he would see his fellow guard, Domingo staring down at him. "You might want to be careful. Power comes back on and you'll be lucky if you make it out with half a brain leftover." He looks up at the hatch and makes a noise uncannily similar to one of recognition of a previously lost memory. Reaching the hatch itself would have been impossible if it were not for the mandatory hand bars that were required to be installed in all half decent elevators. Better yet the top half of the bars were flat, allowing him to get a better footing while he attempted to push up on the hatch.
He wasn't concerned about the lack of strength to move the hatch. It was the size of the hatch and whether he would fit through that concerned him. He had to wiggle himself up through the opening and have to clear enough of his body in order to sit himself down on top of the dusty elevator. Somehow bits of trash managed to find its way onto the top as well. Papers, fast food drink containers containing the remnants of long evaporated and de-carbonated sludge still coating the inside of it. "Ramirez." He would finally speak out once he could see that the exit was in front of him. For a moment he stopped and looked up into the pitch black elevator shaft. Uncertain if he had heard something or if it was just him making the noise and it was echoing through the shaft.
Shaking himself slightly, he brushes himself off and heads towards the exit, through the outer elevator doors. That is when the lights flicker and the elevator begins to move. At the same time the doors begin to close. Not wanting to be trapped on top of the elevator as well he tries to slide himself sideways through the doors. Just as they close on him, the hiccup in power went back to the previous blackout, and the elevator stops moving. Effectively pinning him vertically between the doors. "Aaaaaahhh-little help here. Maybe." At the same time his hands are already trying to wedge against one of the doors to push it back open and re-free himself.
Heavy footsteps instantly let him know that not only was something coming. That they were also a guard with the weight of those boots hitting the floor. He immediately jumped back and caught himself before he fell on his ass against the elevator floor when a baton was abruptly wedged through the opening that he had just made. "Aye! Watch where you put that thing! Not even a drink or a date first." Looking back up he would see his fellow guard, Domingo staring down at him. "You might want to be careful. Power comes back on and you'll be lucky if you make it out with half a brain leftover." He looks up at the hatch and makes a noise uncannily similar to one of recognition of a previously lost memory. Reaching the hatch itself would have been impossible if it were not for the mandatory hand bars that were required to be installed in all half decent elevators. Better yet the top half of the bars were flat, allowing him to get a better footing while he attempted to push up on the hatch.
He wasn't concerned about the lack of strength to move the hatch. It was the size of the hatch and whether he would fit through that concerned him. He had to wiggle himself up through the opening and have to clear enough of his body in order to sit himself down on top of the dusty elevator. Somehow bits of trash managed to find its way onto the top as well. Papers, fast food drink containers containing the remnants of long evaporated and de-carbonated sludge still coating the inside of it. "Ramirez." He would finally speak out once he could see that the exit was in front of him. For a moment he stopped and looked up into the pitch black elevator shaft. Uncertain if he had heard something or if it was just him making the noise and it was echoing through the shaft.
Shaking himself slightly, he brushes himself off and heads towards the exit, through the outer elevator doors. That is when the lights flicker and the elevator begins to move. At the same time the doors begin to close. Not wanting to be trapped on top of the elevator as well he tries to slide himself sideways through the doors. Just as they close on him, the hiccup in power went back to the previous blackout, and the elevator stops moving. Effectively pinning him vertically between the doors. "Aaaaaahhh-little help here. Maybe." At the same time his hands are already trying to wedge against one of the doors to push it back open and re-free himself.
Zeke perks up upon hearing that he can sound like other people. The gears turn in his head, and leans in to Arcee with a grin and slowly backs away. He leans up against the keypad, with card in hand.
"You don't say, those are some pretty interesting talents you have there." He steps away from it, and points at it. "Oh hey, very convenient too, considering that since the lockdown vocal recognition has been activated. Think you can fool it?"
He holds the card out for Arcee to see, particularly the person's face printed on it. He scratches the back of his head nervously, trying to put on his best show possible and holding back his urges to wreck the place like a raving lunatic. Afterall, that is plan B, plan A results in a lesser likelihood to end back in his cell with a massive headache.
"Hulson mixed his key up with mine and now we are both in a mess." He says, trying his best not to break in his tone. "And hey, you helping me officially deputizes you, I mean, that is how that Genesis subject, the other one that shapeshifts, the one that turns into other people, ended up in security... as damn creepy as that is."
He begins to hear something else going on from the open elevator door. Yelling, somebody in one of the elevators seems stuck and something else, he could hear metal scratching and groaning as something seems to be making its way up the hard way. It progressing at a pretty decent pace, banging against each door trying to find one it can get through. It stops its search, it knows it has clearly two options now. Zeke slowly looks over seeing streams of a greenish glow in the deep dark abyss.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" His conscience at this point starts to nag him, and on the opposite side his instincts of self-preservation putting him in a psychological tug-of-war. He takes the keycard and throws it to Arcee in hopes he'll know what to do and leans out getting his footing on the top of the elevator and looking out to see the adjacent elevator. "Hey, you! Better hurry it up because one of the nastier freaks is coming on fast!
"You don't say, those are some pretty interesting talents you have there." He steps away from it, and points at it. "Oh hey, very convenient too, considering that since the lockdown vocal recognition has been activated. Think you can fool it?"
He holds the card out for Arcee to see, particularly the person's face printed on it. He scratches the back of his head nervously, trying to put on his best show possible and holding back his urges to wreck the place like a raving lunatic. Afterall, that is plan B, plan A results in a lesser likelihood to end back in his cell with a massive headache.
"Hulson mixed his key up with mine and now we are both in a mess." He says, trying his best not to break in his tone. "And hey, you helping me officially deputizes you, I mean, that is how that Genesis subject, the other one that shapeshifts, the one that turns into other people, ended up in security... as damn creepy as that is."
He begins to hear something else going on from the open elevator door. Yelling, somebody in one of the elevators seems stuck and something else, he could hear metal scratching and groaning as something seems to be making its way up the hard way. It progressing at a pretty decent pace, banging against each door trying to find one it can get through. It stops its search, it knows it has clearly two options now. Zeke slowly looks over seeing streams of a greenish glow in the deep dark abyss.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" His conscience at this point starts to nag him, and on the opposite side his instincts of self-preservation putting him in a psychological tug-of-war. He takes the keycard and throws it to Arcee in hopes he'll know what to do and leans out getting his footing on the top of the elevator and looking out to see the adjacent elevator. "Hey, you! Better hurry it up because one of the nastier freaks is coming on fast!
The setting changes from Floors 6-10 to Deep 17
Cool, something he could do. Arcee grinned, somewhat devilishly. "Is that a challenge?" He teased, walking forward. "Because I want a pack of tea when I win. Fruit tea."
Arcee hummed as he looked at the card, studying it's features. He recognised that face, somewhat. One of the weirder guards who he never saw experiments as people, but Arcee had heard him talking before, a deep bass that sounded surprisingly pleasant. He didn't know whether he could replicate it since he'd only heard it once, but he might as well try, right?
"Yeah, I think I can do it," He smiled, trying to remember what the man's voice had felt like. Slightly bitter dark chocolate that ran smoothly in a fondue, or a baritone that sounded like a tuba in an orchestra? Then what the guard said caught his ears and Arcee came to a halt. "Wait, GNS-088 is in security?!" His voice sounded surprised, like he didn't believe his ears. "Whoa," he said, trying to wrap his mind around it. No, it was just way too weird. "Yeah, that's just plain weird. I guess - huh? What's that?"
Arcee frowned at the sound, closing his eyes to concentrate better. He tried to decipher it as the guard walked over to the elevator to find it. A person shouting, some kind of loud clanking like metal being clawed at -
The guard cursed, and Arcee heard more than saw a card being tossed his way. Opening his eyes, he fumbled but caught the card with both hands as the guard started yelling about something coming. Someone was trapped in the elevator and something nasty was coming up it, apparently. Arcee felt his stomach drop at the thought of the guard dying. That'd be terrible! What if it was one of those nice people who guarded the place or another experiment? Arcee wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he wasn't fast enough to save them.
"Got it!" Arcee dashed towards the pad, sliding the card in place the moment he got there. There was someone down there, and Arcee didn't want anyone to die if he could help it.
"Yellow alert in effect, voice confirmation required."
"Hold on," Arcee said, and this time instead of a clear tenor that sounded calming it was a smooth baritone, like dark chocolate flowing down in a slow, sticky stream.
"Voice is of Mikeal Derry, Status: Guard 1432. Access denied. Yellow alert in effect, voice confirmation required."
Arcee immediately adjusted his voice, and when he said "I'll be quick." his voice was deeper and rounder, like he'd been about to sing.
"Voice is of Gerald Hulson, Status: Guard 2310. Access accepted."
Arcee grinned, and the power went on.
Arcee hummed as he looked at the card, studying it's features. He recognised that face, somewhat. One of the weirder guards who he never saw experiments as people, but Arcee had heard him talking before, a deep bass that sounded surprisingly pleasant. He didn't know whether he could replicate it since he'd only heard it once, but he might as well try, right?
"Yeah, I think I can do it," He smiled, trying to remember what the man's voice had felt like. Slightly bitter dark chocolate that ran smoothly in a fondue, or a baritone that sounded like a tuba in an orchestra? Then what the guard said caught his ears and Arcee came to a halt. "Wait, GNS-088 is in security?!" His voice sounded surprised, like he didn't believe his ears. "Whoa," he said, trying to wrap his mind around it. No, it was just way too weird. "Yeah, that's just plain weird. I guess - huh? What's that?"
Arcee frowned at the sound, closing his eyes to concentrate better. He tried to decipher it as the guard walked over to the elevator to find it. A person shouting, some kind of loud clanking like metal being clawed at -
The guard cursed, and Arcee heard more than saw a card being tossed his way. Opening his eyes, he fumbled but caught the card with both hands as the guard started yelling about something coming. Someone was trapped in the elevator and something nasty was coming up it, apparently. Arcee felt his stomach drop at the thought of the guard dying. That'd be terrible! What if it was one of those nice people who guarded the place or another experiment? Arcee wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he wasn't fast enough to save them.
"Got it!" Arcee dashed towards the pad, sliding the card in place the moment he got there. There was someone down there, and Arcee didn't want anyone to die if he could help it.
"Yellow alert in effect, voice confirmation required."
"Hold on," Arcee said, and this time instead of a clear tenor that sounded calming it was a smooth baritone, like dark chocolate flowing down in a slow, sticky stream.
"Voice is of Mikeal Derry, Status: Guard 1432. Access denied. Yellow alert in effect, voice confirmation required."
Arcee immediately adjusted his voice, and when he said "I'll be quick." his voice was deeper and rounder, like he'd been about to sing.
"Voice is of Gerald Hulson, Status: Guard 2310. Access accepted."
Arcee grinned, and the power went on.
This time, when she struck at him, Alver was ready. A barrier of almost translucent white shielded him an instant before her fist landed on his face, but the shockwave from the blow resounding on the shield so close to his face still sent him flying anyway. He landed in a pile of boxes with a crash, although a dark purple shield at his back absorbed most of the damage. Getting up, he heard the Bloody Lady {his new official nickname for her, at least until she told him her name) and great, what was with the gloom? Even though his eyes had adjusted to the dark, he still couldn't see her. Maybe she was hiding in the shadows or something.
Alver wrinkled his nose as she talked. The outside was worse? He didn't understand. People died in the facility. Often gruesomely or other stuff like losing their minds or sense of self, which was still considered death, but still. People still died, and not just the experiments, on an almost daily basis. Why would the outside be worse than the inside?
During the silence, Alver tensed, waiting for another blow. Nervously, he wondered whether he should take out the tranquilliser gun from his back (thank goodness it wasn't harmed by the fall), but he dismissed it when the Bloody Lady spoke again. It sounded like she was near the place he'd pointed at just now, and Alver walked towards her, withdrawing his shields but still ready to create them if he needed to. He was very aware that she might try to injure him, and if she thought he was going without a fight, think again.
"Whatever," he retorted irritatedly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. One thing bothered him, though. What did she mean, I open up too much?
He didn't really get it, but another thing bothered him even more - he had no idea what she was saying when she spoke in that other language. It sounded Nordic, but other than that Alver couldn't really tell, since he'd never even heard it till now. Not that he'd ever say that to her. Alver was pretty sure the Bloody Lady would just speak in her own language all the time if he told her he didn't understand it just to spite him.
Alver didn't want to give her the satisfaction. Especially not when it sounded like she expected him to die sooner or later.
Instead, as he continued to walk with her, Alver felt somewhat apprehensive. Thinking back, he'd been raising his voice. He hadn't exactly meant to do that; he'd been so upset over everything that he'd forgot to lower his volume. It had felt good, but he really shouldn't have done it. What if the guards had heard him?! They'd search the area and that would mean getting caught, aghh. Alver really didn't want to get caught.
And what had GNS-088 want them for anyway? Why them, specifically? Where others coming along too?
Quiet and half occupied in his thoughts, Alver quietly kept in step with the Bloody Lady, stepping over or avoiding anything blocking his path.
Alver wrinkled his nose as she talked. The outside was worse? He didn't understand. People died in the facility. Often gruesomely or other stuff like losing their minds or sense of self, which was still considered death, but still. People still died, and not just the experiments, on an almost daily basis. Why would the outside be worse than the inside?
During the silence, Alver tensed, waiting for another blow. Nervously, he wondered whether he should take out the tranquilliser gun from his back (thank goodness it wasn't harmed by the fall), but he dismissed it when the Bloody Lady spoke again. It sounded like she was near the place he'd pointed at just now, and Alver walked towards her, withdrawing his shields but still ready to create them if he needed to. He was very aware that she might try to injure him, and if she thought he was going without a fight, think again.
"Whatever," he retorted irritatedly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. One thing bothered him, though. What did she mean, I open up too much?
He didn't really get it, but another thing bothered him even more - he had no idea what she was saying when she spoke in that other language. It sounded Nordic, but other than that Alver couldn't really tell, since he'd never even heard it till now. Not that he'd ever say that to her. Alver was pretty sure the Bloody Lady would just speak in her own language all the time if he told her he didn't understand it just to spite him.
Alver didn't want to give her the satisfaction. Especially not when it sounded like she expected him to die sooner or later.
Instead, as he continued to walk with her, Alver felt somewhat apprehensive. Thinking back, he'd been raising his voice. He hadn't exactly meant to do that; he'd been so upset over everything that he'd forgot to lower his volume. It had felt good, but he really shouldn't have done it. What if the guards had heard him?! They'd search the area and that would mean getting caught, aghh. Alver really didn't want to get caught.
And what had GNS-088 want them for anyway? Why them, specifically? Where others coming along too?
Quiet and half occupied in his thoughts, Alver quietly kept in step with the Bloody Lady, stepping over or avoiding anything blocking his path.
The setting changes from Deep 17 to Floors 11-14
A figure around the size of a large cat follows the dysfunctional duo, hiding away and keeping as quiet as possible. It was Bas'met's little pet, Skitters as she is called, may as well be Bas'Met herself if it weren't for the retained animal's instincts. She was likely trailing them to satisfy Bas'met's strange curiosity. She scurries carefully behind boxes, in boxes, occasionally under boxes and scooting it along. A real bandit in the shadows.
The pathways carry Alver's voice, especially when he raises it. This could get problematic. The area was barely used but it wasn't unknown. She slaps her paws on her face, all four of them. Hasn't this guy heard of keeping a low profile? She reaches under her bandanna and adjust some device on her neck stopping when she hears his end to his outburst, how he's tired of watching people die. Something about this clicks. She scurries over into some boxes trying to get a better listen.
Then, something of a spat breaks out between them. Alver is thrown into the boxes nearly on top of the six-pawed bandit. Skitters skitters behind a box in hopes to remain unseen. Where did that come from? Well, was not like Bas'met expected them to work well together, let alone Kaijmera working well with anyone. But never really expected it to escalate this quickly. People are so very... interesting. Under the cover of the box the striped-tail avatar of Bas'met follows slowly but also more closely, increasingly curious about what they will do next.
Labeled on the "exit", as Alver put it, is what can be made out as the number 10. Most likely meaning floor 10 Certainly not the most desired exit, but a step in the right direction, right? And what is Kaijmera planning to do if she dreads the outside? And what was this lesson she intends to teach Alver? There is so much strange between the subjects to fill Bas'met's voracious curiosity. That curiosity may be driving Skitters to get closer than needed.
The pathways carry Alver's voice, especially when he raises it. This could get problematic. The area was barely used but it wasn't unknown. She slaps her paws on her face, all four of them. Hasn't this guy heard of keeping a low profile? She reaches under her bandanna and adjust some device on her neck stopping when she hears his end to his outburst, how he's tired of watching people die. Something about this clicks. She scurries over into some boxes trying to get a better listen.
Then, something of a spat breaks out between them. Alver is thrown into the boxes nearly on top of the six-pawed bandit. Skitters skitters behind a box in hopes to remain unseen. Where did that come from? Well, was not like Bas'met expected them to work well together, let alone Kaijmera working well with anyone. But never really expected it to escalate this quickly. People are so very... interesting. Under the cover of the box the striped-tail avatar of Bas'met follows slowly but also more closely, increasingly curious about what they will do next.
Labeled on the "exit", as Alver put it, is what can be made out as the number 10. Most likely meaning floor 10 Certainly not the most desired exit, but a step in the right direction, right? And what is Kaijmera planning to do if she dreads the outside? And what was this lesson she intends to teach Alver? There is so much strange between the subjects to fill Bas'met's voracious curiosity. That curiosity may be driving Skitters to get closer than needed.
The setting changes from Floors 11-14 to Floors 6-10
Location 6th floor
Thinking that he might have been a bit over zealous when trying to pry the elevator doors open, but it did get the job done. Domingo would occasionally glance between the elevator cart and the dark red hallway. The increasing number of panic radio messages is starting to creep under his skin. Looking back into the elevator cart he notice that the trapped guard is having some trouble getting through the emergency hatch. Domingo didn't notice the guards size at first glance, due to the low dark light. He was surprise to actually see this guy squeeze through a seemingly small hole. Once again Domingo looks down the hall making sure that nothing is trying sneak up from behind. Concentrating between the radio chatter, and the shadows creating hallucinations. What took him away from his vigilant watch? Was the guard saying his name, "Ramirez."
"Are you serious?" Domingo saying to himself under his breath. Out of all the employees that can be trapped, it had to be the one that got hazed. He thought to himself as the irony began to sink in. Domingo wouldn't have ever guess he would come face to face with this guy. The work environment is so busy and departmental. It's rare to see the "Egg heads" talk with anyone not in a lab jacket unless it's absolutely necessary. Even between the Security staff there is a clique mentality. Still Domingo's task at the moment is to get Ramirez out and race down to the lower floors to support the "elites." He steps closer to the door to assist Ramirez as he appears to be ready to jump across. Ignoring the Code Yellow radio messages Domingo watches as Ramirez attempts the seemingly easy jump. Both Domingo and Ramirez shared a befuddled look as the building's main power briefly comes back on line, to catch Ramirez in the elevator doors. Within an instance the power reverts to the back up emergency generator. "That seriously just happen." Domingo said in disbelief to what just occurred in front of his eyes. He blinks a couple of time before he goes to Ramirez 's aid. Worried that the some engineer might get the power back while his coworker is still stuck. "Might as well get all your bad luck out the way huh." Domingo said pulling out his baton once more. Trying to pry the doors open once again. He could hear a faint echo coming up from the bottom of the elevator shaft. It's was difficult to make out but it sounded like a warning. That something nasty is trying to make its way up to the higher levels. Before Domingo can answer back down the bleak dark shaft. The elevator doors open up letting Ramirez stumble free and closing immediately after. Domingo looks over to his new partner finally noticing that Ramirez is really no ordinary guard. "Arn't you supposed to be a subject?"
Thinking that he might have been a bit over zealous when trying to pry the elevator doors open, but it did get the job done. Domingo would occasionally glance between the elevator cart and the dark red hallway. The increasing number of panic radio messages is starting to creep under his skin. Looking back into the elevator cart he notice that the trapped guard is having some trouble getting through the emergency hatch. Domingo didn't notice the guards size at first glance, due to the low dark light. He was surprise to actually see this guy squeeze through a seemingly small hole. Once again Domingo looks down the hall making sure that nothing is trying sneak up from behind. Concentrating between the radio chatter, and the shadows creating hallucinations. What took him away from his vigilant watch? Was the guard saying his name, "Ramirez."
"Are you serious?" Domingo saying to himself under his breath. Out of all the employees that can be trapped, it had to be the one that got hazed. He thought to himself as the irony began to sink in. Domingo wouldn't have ever guess he would come face to face with this guy. The work environment is so busy and departmental. It's rare to see the "Egg heads" talk with anyone not in a lab jacket unless it's absolutely necessary. Even between the Security staff there is a clique mentality. Still Domingo's task at the moment is to get Ramirez out and race down to the lower floors to support the "elites." He steps closer to the door to assist Ramirez as he appears to be ready to jump across. Ignoring the Code Yellow radio messages Domingo watches as Ramirez attempts the seemingly easy jump. Both Domingo and Ramirez shared a befuddled look as the building's main power briefly comes back on line, to catch Ramirez in the elevator doors. Within an instance the power reverts to the back up emergency generator. "That seriously just happen." Domingo said in disbelief to what just occurred in front of his eyes. He blinks a couple of time before he goes to Ramirez 's aid. Worried that the some engineer might get the power back while his coworker is still stuck. "Might as well get all your bad luck out the way huh." Domingo said pulling out his baton once more. Trying to pry the doors open once again. He could hear a faint echo coming up from the bottom of the elevator shaft. It's was difficult to make out but it sounded like a warning. That something nasty is trying to make its way up to the higher levels. Before Domingo can answer back down the bleak dark shaft. The elevator doors open up letting Ramirez stumble free and closing immediately after. Domingo looks over to his new partner finally noticing that Ramirez is really no ordinary guard. "Arn't you supposed to be a subject?"
The setting changes from Floors 6-10 to Floors 11-14
Kaijmera's interactions with Alver ceased completely at some point so that all he would be able to converse with was himself and the poorly lit hallway. She found it beneficial to button up once the door came into her line of sight. It was when she tucked herself away from the main area and spent more of her time looking back that she actually noticed something. This was something that she hadn't noticed before. Mainly because she was looking out for just about anything but this particular, thing. As she spies with her little eyes did the glint of something else's small peepers catch her attention. This new discovery had the woman crouch down a little further while peeking safely from around a corner.
Meanwhile she did nothing to further distract Alver from moving forward. Okay so maybe it wasn't nothing that hit the wall beside his head and clatter with a small yet weighted metallic sound to the floor. This wasn't simply to see if he would jump. Although something about it amused her. It sort of cheapened her thoughts on horror films. More specifically, imagining the antagonist, be it human or otherwise grabbing the closest available item that can produce noise when striking something, tossing it over the protagonist or other character's head to scare them before ducking back down acting rather pleased with themselves. The only reason why she didn't find this to be a lowly move was to test for several things. Not everyone responds the same way.
What had her intrigued most of all was seeing if what was following Alver had noticed her hide away and if it, could see her as noticeably as she had seen this scurrying thing. For some reason her thoughts wandered back to when the air vents fell when she saw glimpses of this thing now following behind Alver.
Meanwhile she did nothing to further distract Alver from moving forward. Okay so maybe it wasn't nothing that hit the wall beside his head and clatter with a small yet weighted metallic sound to the floor. This wasn't simply to see if he would jump. Although something about it amused her. It sort of cheapened her thoughts on horror films. More specifically, imagining the antagonist, be it human or otherwise grabbing the closest available item that can produce noise when striking something, tossing it over the protagonist or other character's head to scare them before ducking back down acting rather pleased with themselves. The only reason why she didn't find this to be a lowly move was to test for several things. Not everyone responds the same way.
What had her intrigued most of all was seeing if what was following Alver had noticed her hide away and if it, could see her as noticeably as she had seen this scurrying thing. For some reason her thoughts wandered back to when the air vents fell when she saw glimpses of this thing now following behind Alver.
He could hear something draw closer and ever closer to him. His mind began to reel as he began to squirm a little more intensely this time with the help of Domingo trying to pry the elevator for him to get through. "Bad luck my ass." He grunts as he inches himself forward. "S'all chalked up. To bad. Communication." He stood by his words. All the chatter that crackled between their coms and he could swear that he heard more and more of the subjects were getting loose. With not much explanation on where it all began except for a vague explanation about the 'lower levels' with the best trained gearing up and heading down below. Leaving the rest of the guards like themselves to realize that they neither had enough training for this level of panic, nor did they have the man power still up on the upper levels to be able to group up and SAFELY ensure that even the less irritable patients who were out of their rooms to be returned back to them without incident. It wasn't difficult to follow protocol. Group up and put the corresponding person with the corresponding room. However this was affecting multiple levels at once and involved multiple floors of subjects.
Ramirez belly flops onto the floor once the doors finally open up faster than he can react in a manner other than trying to shove himself through. He takes a deep breath before coughing a couple of times, rolling to his back, thanks to the floor knocking the air out of him. "I don't want to think about who thought it was a good idea to play in the elevator shaft." Then he heard Domingo's confusion over his role. He sits up and puts his forearms on his knees. Shaking for a moment due to the chills still running through him and causing his scales to click against each other. Then stares at the other guard blankly for a few seconds. "...Really?" As though he just watched someone ding his parked car and then accusing him of crashing into them. "That's why I kept telling them we need group meetings. Nobody knows who anybody is-I could have been tazed and dragged back downstairs till someone says 'Oops, my bad. Don' worry he's with us! Hey sorry bout that I thought he knew.' Meanwhile I'm picking sleepy darts out of my ass-trying to be polite, 'No is okay I should have given him a heads up and told him I got my guard card is right here.' Its not like our lives might depend on it." He raises his hand to silently ask for assistance with getting to his feet.
He is already looking around himself to get his bearings again but his talking doesn't appear to skip a beat. "You're lucky I'm not pretending to be a guard and if I was, I wouldn't be talking to you right now. Just-" He reaches back behind his neck to carefully release a small quill from its nestled position and brings it forward to make a slow dart throwing motion towards Domingo while clicking his tongue. "-boom. Down you go. Night night. Now are we just going to stand here like a couple turkeys or get some upgrades to our utility belts?"
Ramirez belly flops onto the floor once the doors finally open up faster than he can react in a manner other than trying to shove himself through. He takes a deep breath before coughing a couple of times, rolling to his back, thanks to the floor knocking the air out of him. "I don't want to think about who thought it was a good idea to play in the elevator shaft." Then he heard Domingo's confusion over his role. He sits up and puts his forearms on his knees. Shaking for a moment due to the chills still running through him and causing his scales to click against each other. Then stares at the other guard blankly for a few seconds. "...Really?" As though he just watched someone ding his parked car and then accusing him of crashing into them. "That's why I kept telling them we need group meetings. Nobody knows who anybody is-I could have been tazed and dragged back downstairs till someone says 'Oops, my bad. Don' worry he's with us! Hey sorry bout that I thought he knew.' Meanwhile I'm picking sleepy darts out of my ass-trying to be polite, 'No is okay I should have given him a heads up and told him I got my guard card is right here.' Its not like our lives might depend on it." He raises his hand to silently ask for assistance with getting to his feet.
He is already looking around himself to get his bearings again but his talking doesn't appear to skip a beat. "You're lucky I'm not pretending to be a guard and if I was, I wouldn't be talking to you right now. Just-" He reaches back behind his neck to carefully release a small quill from its nestled position and brings it forward to make a slow dart throwing motion towards Domingo while clicking his tongue. "-boom. Down you go. Night night. Now are we just going to stand here like a couple turkeys or get some upgrades to our utility belts?"
The setting changes from Floors 11-14 to Deep 17
Alver continued to walk as the Bloody Lady stopped behind him. Nothing about him showed that he noticed except for his shoulders and back gaining tension, like he was expecting a blow from the back. What now? he thought irritably, taking his hands out of his pockets. Another body-toss to the wall?
Nope. An object flew towards him, and Alver flinched and raised his shields, thick layers of white surrounding him. It went past him and hit the wall with a metallic clang, and he looked down to see a steel piece of rubble clatter to the floor.
What the hell?!
"Oi! he turned around angrily, this time remembering to keep his voice low. As far as he knew there was no-one around except for the Bloody Lady, and his suspicions were confirmed when she'd gone missing from sight. "What the hell are you -" he caught sight of the Bloody Lady hiding around a corner and whirled to face her with a scowl "-playing at?!"
Something furry flashed by the corner of his eye as he turned, but Alver didn't catch what it was. Maybe it was a stuffed animal or something, who knew what was in the place. He looked back, curious about what he'd glimpsed.
Nope. An object flew towards him, and Alver flinched and raised his shields, thick layers of white surrounding him. It went past him and hit the wall with a metallic clang, and he looked down to see a steel piece of rubble clatter to the floor.
What the hell?!
"Oi! he turned around angrily, this time remembering to keep his voice low. As far as he knew there was no-one around except for the Bloody Lady, and his suspicions were confirmed when she'd gone missing from sight. "What the hell are you -" he caught sight of the Bloody Lady hiding around a corner and whirled to face her with a scowl "-playing at?!"
Something furry flashed by the corner of his eye as he turned, but Alver didn't catch what it was. Maybe it was a stuffed animal or something, who knew what was in the place. He looked back, curious about what he'd glimpsed.
The setting changes from Deep 17 to Floors 6-10
"nngh" Lily stirred slightly and cringed with an intense dizziness drifting over her in waves. a side effect of the ludicrous amount of medication required in a constant supply to render her unconscious for any more then five minutes. realizing she must have been drugged for quite a while for it to be this bad she decided to do something rather then wait for the dizziness to subside which at this rate may take a half hour or more.
"stupid doctors, they have this facility why couldn't they invest in more gentle anesthetics?"she tried sitting up, but found she couldn't even move.something must have been holding her down. Opening her eyes didn't yield any information, the place was pitch dark,at least until she concentrated and manipulated her eyes slightly to switch over to thermal vision, acompanied by a momentary dull ache from her optical nerves she looked around and spied various medical equipment.That's right! i was scheduled for another experiment! no wonder i cant move the doc must've had me secured in restraints in case i woke up.fudge that means I'm stuck here until either someone comes and lets me out or these accursed tranquilizers wear off and i can feel my arms.
now becoming more aware she notices muffled screaming from behind a door to one of the adjacent operating rooms and some squelching noises. the screaming quickly escalates, then abruptly stops followed by a dull thud."what the heck is going on in there?" she then notices her rabbit doll over on a counter across the room."what in the world are you doing over there?"at this point the dizziness starts to fade and feeling returns to her arms.focusing again she grits her teeth a bit as her fingers morph into small blades and the straps on them snap. she then curves them at her wrist and saws at the straps there,then slowly works her way up her arms,forming new joints in her arms as needed. she then frees her legs and plants her feet and elbows then pushes sharply against the operating table releasing herself with several audible snapping sounds in quick succession.
Lily sits up,a bit too fast and promptly flops over the edge amidst another dizzy spell with a quiet squeak as she meets the floor.she pulls herself up on the table and toddles over to her rabbit plush doll on shaky,slightly numb legs and reaches up plucking it off the counter then looks around."where the heck are all the doctors? I would have thought they would at least assign a nurse to watch me until i woke up and why are the lights o-"something busting the door from earlier down cuts off anything she may have said and she quickly responds by quietly jumping up and forming a static bond between her hands and feet,and the ceiling . holding her plush in her teeth.she observes a reptilian humanoid flicking its tongue at the air and looking around the room it had green thorny scales and was currently walking in a bipedal stance,it had eyes that were yellow and slit like those of a snake, a narrow tail ending in two barbs on either side , it had a head with resemblance to an alligator lizard yet different in the fact that it had more then one row of teeth and they were curved back and had a long double curved horn on the tip of its snout. it continued to flick its tongue occasionally,she crept passed whilst sticking to the ceiling,hoping for all she was worth that it wouldn't look up and through the door behind it.
upon entering the next room she let out a terrified gasp at what she saw. corpses everywhere some most of them mutilated beyond recognition there was blood smeared on the walls AND the ceiling there were limbs and entrails strewn all about, apparently this thing was killing for sport. it was then that she remembered she wasn't alone.turning her head slowly she was met with the face of the thing being right in hers and it flicked its tongue out dabbing it on her left cheek, then pulled it back in and hissed at her.she turned away....and promptly ran, shooting off in a streak of white hair with the reptile right behind her until she reached the elevator door
which was already open to the elevator shaft.she jumped in and started climbing the service ladder the beast digging its claws into the side and pounded up after her leaving holes in the side of the shaft."GO AWAY!" she shouted which was completely ignored by the beast .at this point Lucy took over, and she began to lose ground.then,just as the beast nearly caught her she let go of the ladder and plunged passed what she assumed to be some sort of lizard-man into the darkness, and focused.
her arms and legs began to change her arms becoming long and thin, then gaining bony protrusions which quickly grew in length and began to grow webbing in between them until she had something reminiscent of bat wings her legs shortened and grew webbing between them too and her body flattened out a bit.with the last of the changes complete she opened her eyes and turned up beginning a rapid ascent and passed up the lizard thing at between floors 10 and 9 then turned back again,shifting her legs to become longer again and adding tight packed muscle she folded her wings back and dove toward the creature then quickly flipped herself upright and delivered a forceful kick to the things face,stunning it and making it release its hold on the wall and plummet to the bottom of the shaft with a deafening crash with a light beat of her wings she went to the elevator door for floor 9 and gripped the ledge with her feet, then reverted her arms to their normal state and pried the doors open with a metal screech followed by a very loud bang as the doors hit the stoppers with great force causing the walls to rumble a bit.
then stepped in and flopped onto the floor to catch her breath."Lord i hope that thing doesn't get up after that fall or its going to be a pain in the butt to actually kill." she said opening her mouth and dropping the rabbit doll on her lap and giving control back to Lily who then got up and made it a total of twelve steps before collapsing limp as a boiled pasta noodle passed out from over exertion without a warm up with all features returning to normal under her now tattered hospital issue gown she fell back with a thud near the stairwell.
"stupid doctors, they have this facility why couldn't they invest in more gentle anesthetics?"she tried sitting up, but found she couldn't even move.something must have been holding her down. Opening her eyes didn't yield any information, the place was pitch dark,at least until she concentrated and manipulated her eyes slightly to switch over to thermal vision, acompanied by a momentary dull ache from her optical nerves she looked around and spied various medical equipment.That's right! i was scheduled for another experiment! no wonder i cant move the doc must've had me secured in restraints in case i woke up.fudge that means I'm stuck here until either someone comes and lets me out or these accursed tranquilizers wear off and i can feel my arms.
now becoming more aware she notices muffled screaming from behind a door to one of the adjacent operating rooms and some squelching noises. the screaming quickly escalates, then abruptly stops followed by a dull thud."what the heck is going on in there?" she then notices her rabbit doll over on a counter across the room."what in the world are you doing over there?"at this point the dizziness starts to fade and feeling returns to her arms.focusing again she grits her teeth a bit as her fingers morph into small blades and the straps on them snap. she then curves them at her wrist and saws at the straps there,then slowly works her way up her arms,forming new joints in her arms as needed. she then frees her legs and plants her feet and elbows then pushes sharply against the operating table releasing herself with several audible snapping sounds in quick succession.
Lily sits up,a bit too fast and promptly flops over the edge amidst another dizzy spell with a quiet squeak as she meets the floor.she pulls herself up on the table and toddles over to her rabbit plush doll on shaky,slightly numb legs and reaches up plucking it off the counter then looks around."where the heck are all the doctors? I would have thought they would at least assign a nurse to watch me until i woke up and why are the lights o-"something busting the door from earlier down cuts off anything she may have said and she quickly responds by quietly jumping up and forming a static bond between her hands and feet,and the ceiling . holding her plush in her teeth.she observes a reptilian humanoid flicking its tongue at the air and looking around the room it had green thorny scales and was currently walking in a bipedal stance,it had eyes that were yellow and slit like those of a snake, a narrow tail ending in two barbs on either side , it had a head with resemblance to an alligator lizard yet different in the fact that it had more then one row of teeth and they were curved back and had a long double curved horn on the tip of its snout. it continued to flick its tongue occasionally,she crept passed whilst sticking to the ceiling,hoping for all she was worth that it wouldn't look up and through the door behind it.
upon entering the next room she let out a terrified gasp at what she saw. corpses everywhere some most of them mutilated beyond recognition there was blood smeared on the walls AND the ceiling there were limbs and entrails strewn all about, apparently this thing was killing for sport. it was then that she remembered she wasn't alone.turning her head slowly she was met with the face of the thing being right in hers and it flicked its tongue out dabbing it on her left cheek, then pulled it back in and hissed at her.she turned away....and promptly ran, shooting off in a streak of white hair with the reptile right behind her until she reached the elevator door
which was already open to the elevator shaft.she jumped in and started climbing the service ladder the beast digging its claws into the side and pounded up after her leaving holes in the side of the shaft."GO AWAY!" she shouted which was completely ignored by the beast .at this point Lucy took over, and she began to lose ground.then,just as the beast nearly caught her she let go of the ladder and plunged passed what she assumed to be some sort of lizard-man into the darkness, and focused.
her arms and legs began to change her arms becoming long and thin, then gaining bony protrusions which quickly grew in length and began to grow webbing in between them until she had something reminiscent of bat wings her legs shortened and grew webbing between them too and her body flattened out a bit.with the last of the changes complete she opened her eyes and turned up beginning a rapid ascent and passed up the lizard thing at between floors 10 and 9 then turned back again,shifting her legs to become longer again and adding tight packed muscle she folded her wings back and dove toward the creature then quickly flipped herself upright and delivered a forceful kick to the things face,stunning it and making it release its hold on the wall and plummet to the bottom of the shaft with a deafening crash with a light beat of her wings she went to the elevator door for floor 9 and gripped the ledge with her feet, then reverted her arms to their normal state and pried the doors open with a metal screech followed by a very loud bang as the doors hit the stoppers with great force causing the walls to rumble a bit.
then stepped in and flopped onto the floor to catch her breath."Lord i hope that thing doesn't get up after that fall or its going to be a pain in the butt to actually kill." she said opening her mouth and dropping the rabbit doll on her lap and giving control back to Lily who then got up and made it a total of twelve steps before collapsing limp as a boiled pasta noodle passed out from over exertion without a warm up with all features returning to normal under her now tattered hospital issue gown she fell back with a thud near the stairwell.
Skitters continues moving forward under the cardboard box, obstructed vision has left her unaware of Alver making a sudden made stop and had turned around in her direction. She inevitably bumps into him. The mutated creature lets loose an audible grunt and then grumbles about the error made then cups her mouth. It is still dark, there's no chance that the cover has been blown, in his mind it could just be some vermin trapped under a box and he'll ignore it, right?
All this point, all it required was to be patient, take it calmly, and remain still and she could remain undercover. But this incarnation of Bas'met was none of these things, but rather... incredibly impulsive and impatient. It felt like decades to wait for mere minutes, and it was just too much. She lifts the box up and stares up at Alver and quietly waves her upper right claw, hoping seriously that the boy doesn't decide to punt her like a football.
All this point, all it required was to be patient, take it calmly, and remain still and she could remain undercover. But this incarnation of Bas'met was none of these things, but rather... incredibly impulsive and impatient. It felt like decades to wait for mere minutes, and it was just too much. She lifts the box up and stares up at Alver and quietly waves her upper right claw, hoping seriously that the boy doesn't decide to punt her like a football.
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Lily/Lucy subject 1009
childish but very smart LR001 is not one you want to provoke
Domingo Sandoval
"Not today."
Bart Ramirez
"How about we sit down and talk about it?"
Bas'met
It was never clear if GNS-088 was the subject being tested, or it was actually us that were her experiment.
Arcee Cree
"Want to play soccer with me? I promise it'll be fun."
Wren Cossak
I ...just...want to read.....
Alver Glanestone
"...ugh. Whaddaya want? I was sleeping..."
Kaijmera Eveleen Nylund
"Excuse me for a second while I vomit in this corner."
Zeke
Possessing a level of thermal control he exhibits traits of cryokenesis and pyrokenisis depending upon a shift in his mood.
Myrion Testarossa
"My official designation is Subject 0197e. My unofficial one is 'Little Professor.' I find neither of these preferable to the name my father gave me."
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Nina "1519" West
Justice is like batteries! Righteous, full of energy, and AAA!
Bas'met
It was never clear if GNS-088 was the subject being tested, or it was actually us that were her experiment.
Kaijmera Eveleen Nylund
"Excuse me for a second while I vomit in this corner."
Alver Glanestone
"...ugh. Whaddaya want? I was sleeping..."
Zeke
Possessing a level of thermal control he exhibits traits of cryokenesis and pyrokenisis depending upon a shift in his mood.
Arcee Cree
"Want to play soccer with me? I promise it'll be fun."
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childish but very smart LR001 is not one you want to provoke
Myrion Testarossa
"My official designation is Subject 0197e. My unofficial one is 'Little Professor.' I find neither of these preferable to the name my father gave me."
Domingo Sandoval
"Not today."
Wren Cossak
I ...just...want to read.....
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Wren Cossak
I ...just...want to read.....
Randle Ludak
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Jessica Eren
"On wings of paper, I flutter in the breeze now. I am but a pet."
Zeke
Possessing a level of thermal control he exhibits traits of cryokenesis and pyrokenisis depending upon a shift in his mood.
Lily/Lucy subject 1009
childish but very smart LR001 is not one you want to provoke
Bart Ramirez
"How about we sit down and talk about it?"
Bas'met
It was never clear if GNS-088 was the subject being tested, or it was actually us that were her experiment.
Nina "1519" West
Justice is like batteries! Righteous, full of energy, and AAA!
Domingo Sandoval
"Not today."
Arcee Cree
"Want to play soccer with me? I promise it'll be fun."
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Deep 17 ↪ Floors 6-10 Owner: MartinVole
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Re: Deep 17: Contingency
I'm not sure exactly what kicked it off but I remember my friend was saying that he couldn't get on the website. Same thing happened with me when I had time to log on later. Not long after that my father got very sick and I had to take over a lot of the office management responsibilities. That plus still feeling the jabs of self-disappointment with not being able to pass the very last class required to get my business degree unfortunately helped aid in me forgetting that I was even a writer until the same friend asked if I worked on any of my stories lately.
It sucks that this place petered out but at least it doesn't look like it was purely my doing. This pretty much helped solidify that my likelihood/chance of joining another RP are extremely improbable. But I may still read some stuff or browse the forums to check up on you guys, when I have time. :)
It sucks that this place petered out but at least it doesn't look like it was purely my doing. This pretty much helped solidify that my likelihood/chance of joining another RP are extremely improbable. But I may still read some stuff or browse the forums to check up on you guys, when I have time. :)
Re: Deep 17: Contingency
Aw... well, I may start another someday. I haven't heard from Aramay or Alle9009 either in a while. Feel like the whole attack on the site has made them leave.
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I'm still here, oddly enough, but I can't post anyway since Senpai left. :/ I'm not mad at her, since she had a whole bunch of shit to deal with, but I am a little sad that my plans for Myrion fell through. :(
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I was slower than I expected. And I'm kicking my friend in the butt to hurry up and post his deal soon. He said something along the lines of ,"Oh crap thats right!" and its not too surprising since he is taking macroeconomics online, which takes up a lot of brain power to get through in and of itself.
Re: Deep 17: Contingency
Symptoms of PTSD + mountain of paperwork does not = Productive results. Regardless, I know I can post tonight once I finish processing receipts and printing off checks to pay business bills. Yaaaay adulthood.
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Haha, sorry. Been dealing with school on my end. :P
Welcome! And have a good time.
Welcome! And have a good time.
Re: Deep 17: Contingency
XD oh gosh i just read martin's latest post and i keep breaking into fit's of laughter at the end there
Re: Deep 17: Contingency
so i just made my first post ill be honest I'm new to forum based role-plays so i suppose id like to ask for some criticism. i don't know i just feel like i might have rushed the ascent and pulled a boogieman out of a hat. I've been checking this RP since i posted because , with being in high school and getting most homework out of the way on the school bus i have a lot of free time and not much to do with it . I'm going to be a pretty active member on this site so i guarantee that any PM's or reply's i get will see a response within 2-3 days at the most. if this time frame has any possibility of changing ill say as much.
Re: Deep 17: Contingency
Was something of the idea that they would eventually come to cross paths, yeah.
Re: Deep 17: Contingency
Ok, so.... we're getting everybody to meet up, or should we just let everyone do their own thing? :)
Re: Deep 17: Contingency
It lives... in the shadows. So posted and the first of many extremely violent types.
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I promise I will post soon. Both posts by tomorrow morning or later in the day I hope. I'll be working off of my phone so it will take a bit of time. Two nights in a row my brain has been dead due to family business related work and I feel a little sun baked from an impromptu walk on the beach with dad.
@Alle9009 I'd like to think that Bart is more of a good guy in bad guy clothing, knowing what its like to get stuck with needles. He might need a little convincing at first. As for Domingo. I would peg him more as a bad guy XD. I mean come on he put shaving cream in Bart's locker. That's like his "kick the dog" moment right off the bat.
@Senpai I wouldn't necessarily say that Kaijmera is willing to do a bunch of killing. But she is on WAY more delicate of a hair trigger when it comes to things that can set her off. She will go from 0 to 60 if someone happens to put her on edge. She nearly clawed up Alver on accident after disemboweling a doctor and guard. I wouldn't discount Bile either with his multiple personality thing going on. Along with any mystery subjects that MartinVole might decide to throw into the fray.
@Alle9009 I'd like to think that Bart is more of a good guy in bad guy clothing, knowing what its like to get stuck with needles. He might need a little convincing at first. As for Domingo. I would peg him more as a bad guy XD. I mean come on he put shaving cream in Bart's locker. That's like his "kick the dog" moment right off the bat.
@Senpai I wouldn't necessarily say that Kaijmera is willing to do a bunch of killing. But she is on WAY more delicate of a hair trigger when it comes to things that can set her off. She will go from 0 to 60 if someone happens to put her on edge. She nearly clawed up Alver on accident after disemboweling a doctor and guard. I wouldn't discount Bile either with his multiple personality thing going on. Along with any mystery subjects that MartinVole might decide to throw into the fray.
Re: Deep 17: Contingency
Sorry for the delay and the shabby post... I felt there wasn't a whole lot to reply to.
Also, for introducing Jess, who are the more... psychotic, willing-to-do-the-killing characters in this RP? I'd like to arrange a killing of Jess's doctor. From there, it's up to whomever finds her to start interacting with her.
Also, for introducing Jess, who are the more... psychotic, willing-to-do-the-killing characters in this RP? I'd like to arrange a killing of Jess's doctor. From there, it's up to whomever finds her to start interacting with her.
Re: Deep 17: Contingency
No clue about the armoury, but I think it'd make sense if there was. I'd think there'd be caches hidden in other places, though, in case someone invaded the armoury or something.
Life's been pretty good. Been wondering how everyone's gonna meet up, though. Maybe Bas'met can drag us all together or something, haha. Are the PC guards the bad guys or are they gonna help the experiments escape?
Life's been pretty good. Been wondering how everyone's gonna meet up, though. Maybe Bas'met can drag us all together or something, haha. Are the PC guards the bad guys or are they gonna help the experiments escape?