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Introduction
In the not too distant future, and humanity had achieved amazing control over itself. Investigation into genetic had allowed companies to manipulate the structure of DNA, even in already living creatures.
At a price of course.
Society was structured between the genetic 'haves' and 'have-nots' with the wealthy ensuring that they and their families were manipulated to be healthy and beautiful, while ordinary folk had to be...well..ordinary folk.
The gap was not more easily noticeable than Industrial City-VI, known affectionately as The Big Rust.
For those that had the money they could live up on top of on the mountainside, if not some much you had to cram in amongst the train tracks and junkyards and steaming factories.
Down on the streets of The Big Rust, there was a new craze.
'Mutagenix One-shot Mutagen Patches'
They resembled a coloured piece of plastic with symbols printed onto them. When pressed to the skin they altered the genes of the wearer for a few hours at a time.
The mutations were not generally very dramatic. Want blue eyes? Want to scare your friends with big, pointy claws? Ever wondered what it felt like to have a tail?
The Mutagenix Patches allowed people to try these things temporarily, at quite a small price.
However, sometimes, very occasionally, things went awfully wrong. Sometimes a patch would not do as it was labled, it would produce a massive, dramatic and often fatal mutation that left the user permanently changed.
These people were referred to as 'muties'. They were often the subject of ridicule and disgust. The Mutagenix Company claimed that its mutagen patches were totally safe, and that any person who became a mutie had to have tampered with the patch...most people believed that...but it was no comfort when you'd been changed forever through not fault of your own.
What was more...many muties felt that there was something wrong...as if they were being...watched somehow. A few began to band together, intent on exposing the truth behind it all...whatever that was. Someone in The Rust was keeping a big secret.
Character Skeleton
Name:
Nicknames:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance: (PIcture or text, however you wish to do it.)
Classification: (Unaltered human, altered human, patch-user, mutie)
(If mutie) Mutations:
Personality:
Background:
Other details@
At a price of course.
Society was structured between the genetic 'haves' and 'have-nots' with the wealthy ensuring that they and their families were manipulated to be healthy and beautiful, while ordinary folk had to be...well..ordinary folk.
The gap was not more easily noticeable than Industrial City-VI, known affectionately as The Big Rust.
For those that had the money they could live up on top of on the mountainside, if not some much you had to cram in amongst the train tracks and junkyards and steaming factories.
Down on the streets of The Big Rust, there was a new craze.
'Mutagenix One-shot Mutagen Patches'
They resembled a coloured piece of plastic with symbols printed onto them. When pressed to the skin they altered the genes of the wearer for a few hours at a time.
The mutations were not generally very dramatic. Want blue eyes? Want to scare your friends with big, pointy claws? Ever wondered what it felt like to have a tail?
The Mutagenix Patches allowed people to try these things temporarily, at quite a small price.
However, sometimes, very occasionally, things went awfully wrong. Sometimes a patch would not do as it was labled, it would produce a massive, dramatic and often fatal mutation that left the user permanently changed.
These people were referred to as 'muties'. They were often the subject of ridicule and disgust. The Mutagenix Company claimed that its mutagen patches were totally safe, and that any person who became a mutie had to have tampered with the patch...most people believed that...but it was no comfort when you'd been changed forever through not fault of your own.
What was more...many muties felt that there was something wrong...as if they were being...watched somehow. A few began to band together, intent on exposing the truth behind it all...whatever that was. Someone in The Rust was keeping a big secret.
Character Skeleton
Name:
Nicknames:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance: (PIcture or text, however you wish to do it.)
Classification: (Unaltered human, altered human, patch-user, mutie)
(If mutie) Mutations:
Personality:
Background:
Other details@
Rules
1) NO godmoding/powerplaying etc.
2) Be polite in OOC, not going to tolerate people being rude.
3) Interact, don't just dump your character in a faraway corner.
4) Muties, if you join as one are supposed to be seriously and detrimentally mutated. If they had something reasonably mild, like a tail or animal ears, they wouldn't be regarded as a mutie, so be creative with the mutations.
2) Be polite in OOC, not going to tolerate people being rude.
3) Interact, don't just dump your character in a faraway corner.
4) Muties, if you join as one are supposed to be seriously and detrimentally mutated. If they had something reasonably mild, like a tail or animal ears, they wouldn't be regarded as a mutie, so be creative with the mutations.
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18 postsIndustrial City-VI
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6 postsThe Graveyard
A massive junkyard down by the river....a great place to go if you want to hide.
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OOC Notes
It was raining, which was never a great sign in a place like this. The rain had been floating about in the choking smog for a while, and was filled with who know what/ Probably was not a great idea to stay out in it.
A figure picked their way through the broken industrial machinery of the Graveyard, trying not to slip on the rain-slicked metal surfaces. The figure was wrapped in a long coat, bent forwards and clutching a ragged bundle of cloth.
Face hidden beneath a hood and woolen scarf, Officer Moon was glad her colleagues couldn't see her now. It was embarrassing...she looked little better than a hobo and was trapped in one of the most wretched parts of VI, the number of things she'd walked through, inhaled or stepped in in her travels to that spot did not bear thinking about, but she had important things on her mind. She only hoped that she could locate some of the scattered mutie population would be happy to lend to the cause, and weren't entirely vicious and savage. It was really an act of desperation.
Still, if it meant getting back at Mutagenix, Akasha Moon would walk through all the acid rain and trash the city had going.
A figure picked their way through the broken industrial machinery of the Graveyard, trying not to slip on the rain-slicked metal surfaces. The figure was wrapped in a long coat, bent forwards and clutching a ragged bundle of cloth.
Face hidden beneath a hood and woolen scarf, Officer Moon was glad her colleagues couldn't see her now. It was embarrassing...she looked little better than a hobo and was trapped in one of the most wretched parts of VI, the number of things she'd walked through, inhaled or stepped in in her travels to that spot did not bear thinking about, but she had important things on her mind. She only hoped that she could locate some of the scattered mutie population would be happy to lend to the cause, and weren't entirely vicious and savage. It was really an act of desperation.
Still, if it meant getting back at Mutagenix, Akasha Moon would walk through all the acid rain and trash the city had going.
OOC Notes
Chimera sits calmly along the edge of the river. Behind him sets the Graveyard, but thankfully the wind is blowing with the river for the moment, and keeping the fowl smells away. Not that, by this point in time, they really bothered him. It had been so long that any aspect of his life was normal that he was forgetting what normality was supposed to be.
For a man like Chimera, who had forgotten his own true name, normal was spending his days either meandering through VI, which involved getting into fights more often than not, or scavanging in the Graveyard, looking for parts and scrap metal to fortify his home. His home being a small shack in the corner of the Graveyard the furthest from the city. He shared this place, on occasion, with others like him, but no one stayed there long. Most muties seemed not to like being in one place for too long, but Chimera wasn't sorried about it.
Back to the time at hand. Chimera is sitting on the edge of the river, whistling to himself as he casts the line of his handmade fishing pole into the boiling water. The fish, as strange as they might be from the run off of the city, loved the rain still, and he could often catch several on a day like this.
Now, if he actually at those fish...that was debateable. It depended on how many eyes and fins they had.
For a man like Chimera, who had forgotten his own true name, normal was spending his days either meandering through VI, which involved getting into fights more often than not, or scavanging in the Graveyard, looking for parts and scrap metal to fortify his home. His home being a small shack in the corner of the Graveyard the furthest from the city. He shared this place, on occasion, with others like him, but no one stayed there long. Most muties seemed not to like being in one place for too long, but Chimera wasn't sorried about it.
Back to the time at hand. Chimera is sitting on the edge of the river, whistling to himself as he casts the line of his handmade fishing pole into the boiling water. The fish, as strange as they might be from the run off of the city, loved the rain still, and he could often catch several on a day like this.
Now, if he actually at those fish...that was debateable. It depended on how many eyes and fins they had.
OOC Notes
Rossette sighed. She had been walking for hours, hadn’t eaten or drunken anything in two days and felt truly and utterly exhausted. She has been trudging through the graveyard for awhile and the foul smells and the horrible things she seemed to be constantly stepping in didn’t bother her as much anymore. It was like she had become oblivious to everything else except going forward and finding someone to help her. She scolded herself internally at her stupidity for not getting a map. She knew she had a terrible sense of direction yet she still convinced herself that she wouldn’t get lost on the way to the restaurant. I mean it was only supposed to be a couple of blocks away.
She sighed again, all she wanted to do was sit down and rest, give her legs a brake but sitting down didn’t seem to be an option here.
She hadn’t thought it would be so hard to find some muties to help but two years into her journey and she had only met some. Most wanting nothing to do with her, thinking she was just getting kicks of off there misery. Others had died, by being attacked or just because they were giving up on life. She was starting to give up too. All she wanted was to be embraced by the warm arms of her older sister, to be comforted. To just be with her again.
Rossettes jaw started to tremble as she tried not to sob. In a shack voice she whispered “why? Why can’t I just be with you? Why did you have to leave?” she off course didn’t get a response. This only led to her sobbing. Tears rolling down her face, sniffer ling and letting out wale sod disappear. This ceased however when her fox ears caught the sound of whistling.
Still sniffer ling, Rossette turned to her right and started off following the sound. Finally someone! She thought with happiness.
She soon came across who was whistling it was a man in a coat hunched over fishing in the stream. She let out a small giggle of happiness at finally being able to see someone else in the vicinity.
She sighed again, all she wanted to do was sit down and rest, give her legs a brake but sitting down didn’t seem to be an option here.
She hadn’t thought it would be so hard to find some muties to help but two years into her journey and she had only met some. Most wanting nothing to do with her, thinking she was just getting kicks of off there misery. Others had died, by being attacked or just because they were giving up on life. She was starting to give up too. All she wanted was to be embraced by the warm arms of her older sister, to be comforted. To just be with her again.
Rossettes jaw started to tremble as she tried not to sob. In a shack voice she whispered “why? Why can’t I just be with you? Why did you have to leave?” she off course didn’t get a response. This only led to her sobbing. Tears rolling down her face, sniffer ling and letting out wale sod disappear. This ceased however when her fox ears caught the sound of whistling.
Still sniffer ling, Rossette turned to her right and started off following the sound. Finally someone! She thought with happiness.
She soon came across who was whistling it was a man in a coat hunched over fishing in the stream. She let out a small giggle of happiness at finally being able to see someone else in the vicinity.
OOC Notes
Akasha slipped down a nearby slope, clasping the bundle close to her chest, trying to avoid ejecting it into the filthy water whch was rapidly approaching. The fish slipping lazily around beneath the surface looked like they could take her foot off rather easily. Balancing precariously on the bank, beginning to pick her way along it until the sight of a fisherman came into view...a very oddly shaped fisherman in fact....she'd guess he was a mutie, or one heck of a patch user. At any rate it was worth a go.
She stumbled along the bank, dragging down her scarf so she could speak.
"Hello there!" she called, with as much volume as she could broadcast.
"Sir! I was wondering if I could speak with you about something!"
She stumbled along the bank, dragging down her scarf so she could speak.
"Hello there!" she called, with as much volume as she could broadcast.
"Sir! I was wondering if I could speak with you about something!"
OOC Notes
Chimera stired a little, his still human ears twitching slightly as he heard a giggle a little ways off. Lowering his pole, he was about to turn and address whoever it might have come from, which was more likely than not another mutie, but then someone else was yelling at him from the other direction. With a growl, a sound something like a cross between a wolf howl and the sound a goat makes, he turns to face her.
"I'll be more than happy to talk, but you don't have to yell!" He says, a little more roughly that he had meant to. After all, it was a girl he was now addressing, and he was still as much a gentleman as he had ever been. Pulling his line in, and a good sized bright purple fish of some kind with it, he lays them far enough from the water so they won't get carried away, then stands and turns fully around, so he can see both women.
"My appologuies, misses," He says to the both of them, tugging the hood of his cloak down a bit further, to ensure his bright eyes and fangs are hidden. "You may call me Chimera...is there something I might be able to help you with?"
From under his hood, he looked from one to the other. Both of them seemed to be muties. One of them, the one who had half a purple, slightly demonic looking face, was definately one for sure. The other could have simply been a user, cat-patches, or some similar animal. He felt neither should be alone in such a place, but then again his kind rarely traveled in packs.
"I'll be more than happy to talk, but you don't have to yell!" He says, a little more roughly that he had meant to. After all, it was a girl he was now addressing, and he was still as much a gentleman as he had ever been. Pulling his line in, and a good sized bright purple fish of some kind with it, he lays them far enough from the water so they won't get carried away, then stands and turns fully around, so he can see both women.
"My appologuies, misses," He says to the both of them, tugging the hood of his cloak down a bit further, to ensure his bright eyes and fangs are hidden. "You may call me Chimera...is there something I might be able to help you with?"
From under his hood, he looked from one to the other. Both of them seemed to be muties. One of them, the one who had half a purple, slightly demonic looking face, was definately one for sure. The other could have simply been a user, cat-patches, or some similar animal. He felt neither should be alone in such a place, but then again his kind rarely traveled in packs.
OOC Notes
"Wasn;t meaning to annoy you, just trying to get heard over this damn rain." Akasha replied, drawing closer, shifting the weight of the bundle to her scaly arm as she approached the man, looking him over and taking in the oddities of his form, a pretty substantially altered mutie, but with plenty of functional parts.
"Listen sir, I'll just level with you now and save any formalities. I'm in a bit of trouble...and I need to find somewhere that's rather a way out of the way." she stated in a reasonably calm tone, not one to be easily shocked.
She she spoke, the bundle she was carrying began to move and twitch, as if something alive were inside.
"Listen sir, I'll just level with you now and save any formalities. I'm in a bit of trouble...and I need to find somewhere that's rather a way out of the way." she stated in a reasonably calm tone, not one to be easily shocked.
She she spoke, the bundle she was carrying began to move and twitch, as if something alive were inside.
OOC Notes
Maris could not help but crinkle her nose, the smell of the near by Graveyard was putrid. She should have brought a mask or a scarf. Not that she would be able to wear it mind you, her face was already half-covered by sun glasses and those sun glasses already half-covered by the hood of her over-sized, yellow, rain dress. The rubbery yellow cloth kept everything but the smell out, which was fine enough, the rain always burned her skin.
Flipping through the magazine rack, Maris shifted uncomfortably. Why was it that everyone on the cover of a magazine was so beautiful? So perfect? So....not her. A newspaper shimmied from the rack and fell to the floor. Abandoning the latest fashion magazine, the girl retrieved the wet paper but was quick to scowl at the front page. Muties, muties, and more muties, a huge gap to the flawless beauty on the magazines.
Taking a long swig from her water bottle, Maris continued on her original destination. No matter how many times she had told herself, she could never understand why she visited the Graveyard. Was she not under the care of parents? Was she not loved? Her intelligence is above most of those horrid Muties, so she never found much conversation in anyone. It was such a simple reason really.
She was one of those horrid Muties.
Flipping through the magazine rack, Maris shifted uncomfortably. Why was it that everyone on the cover of a magazine was so beautiful? So perfect? So....not her. A newspaper shimmied from the rack and fell to the floor. Abandoning the latest fashion magazine, the girl retrieved the wet paper but was quick to scowl at the front page. Muties, muties, and more muties, a huge gap to the flawless beauty on the magazines.
Taking a long swig from her water bottle, Maris continued on her original destination. No matter how many times she had told herself, she could never understand why she visited the Graveyard. Was she not under the care of parents? Was she not loved? Her intelligence is above most of those horrid Muties, so she never found much conversation in anyone. It was such a simple reason really.
She was one of those horrid Muties.
OOC Notes
Rossette grinned and made her way over to the man that had just been fishing and the women who had come along at about the same time as her. Upon closer inspection she could see both were muties, all she hopped was that they wouldn’t hate her like the rest.
She picked up her pace as she tried to reach them, nearly falling over a couple of times in the process. “I’m lost. I was hoping for some help.” She said as she came over to the two others. Slowing down and then coming to a stop when she reached them. Her attention was quickly diverted towards the tiny bundle in the women’s arms. Interest piqued Rose tried to get a better look. “I’m Rossette. You can call me Rose.” She said with a small smile well still looking at the bundle.
She picked up her pace as she tried to reach them, nearly falling over a couple of times in the process. “I’m lost. I was hoping for some help.” She said as she came over to the two others. Slowing down and then coming to a stop when she reached them. Her attention was quickly diverted towards the tiny bundle in the women’s arms. Interest piqued Rose tried to get a better look. “I’m Rossette. You can call me Rose.” She said with a small smile well still looking at the bundle.
OOC Notes
Chimera turned and nodded to the other girl as she came over to the little gathering. So, her name was Rose, and she was lost out here. Maybe this one wasn't a Mutie after all, since most of them knew their way around the Graveyard, seeing as how this is where most were exiled to. And the other one, she hadn't given her name, but she wanted his help as well, and she seemed to have a-
"Baby?" He asks, half curious, as the bundle continues to move. "I'm no babysitter, but I can take you to my place and get you out of the rain for a time...all three of you I suppose..." He says as he looks from the bundle, to the one holding it, to Rose.
Then, as if they were not there, he moves away and back to his fishing pole. With practiced ease he gets the fish off the end of it, then tugs on a rope tied off on a peice of something sticking out of the 'beach.' Up comes a basket, containing about four other good sized fish, with which he puts his newest catch. With his basket of fish in one hand, and his pole in the other, he turns back and begins to walk past the two of them.
"Come along. My place isn't far, and when the rain lets up I'll show you back to the main road..." Chimera calls back to them.
"Baby?" He asks, half curious, as the bundle continues to move. "I'm no babysitter, but I can take you to my place and get you out of the rain for a time...all three of you I suppose..." He says as he looks from the bundle, to the one holding it, to Rose.
Then, as if they were not there, he moves away and back to his fishing pole. With practiced ease he gets the fish off the end of it, then tugs on a rope tied off on a peice of something sticking out of the 'beach.' Up comes a basket, containing about four other good sized fish, with which he puts his newest catch. With his basket of fish in one hand, and his pole in the other, he turns back and begins to walk past the two of them.
"Come along. My place isn't far, and when the rain lets up I'll show you back to the main road..." Chimera calls back to them.
OOC Notes
"Huh....baby? Oh no...not exactly. " Akasha replied as she began to walk.
At that point a head emerged through the top of the bundle, the head of a small child with reddish hair, though far more noticeable, larg,e pointed ears which twitched and swivelled round as she tried to work out what on earth was going on.
"Will you stay down?" Akasha told the small girl, frowning on the mobile side of her face.
At that point a head emerged through the top of the bundle, the head of a small child with reddish hair, though far more noticeable, larg,e pointed ears which twitched and swivelled round as she tried to work out what on earth was going on.
"Will you stay down?" Akasha told the small girl, frowning on the mobile side of her face.
OOC Notes
Rose smiled her thanks and quietly walked behind the two. She couldn’t wait to get out of the rain, she hated it. it made her ears, even though they were covered, and tail wet and it took ages for them to dry off. What was more was that after all the aimless wondering she would finally be in an actual building. She wasn’t expecting much, they were in the graveyard after all but it still sounded very appealing to be in any form of shelter.
Her ears perked up as she heard the lady in front of her whisper to the bundle in her arms, telling it to stay down. Once again her curiosity peeked and she had to stop herself from going up and, well be nosy. Her thoughts didn’t stay too long on this however as Rose slipped and fell onto her hands and knees. She let out a yelp in surprise. She hated the sensation of falling it never resulted in anything good.
Opening her eyes, as she had closed them on her decent to the ground Rose got a good look at her hands which were coated in mud and muck. Her nose crinkled up in disgust, not only at the look of it but also the closer proximity she now had to the ground, which stunk.
Her ears perked up as she heard the lady in front of her whisper to the bundle in her arms, telling it to stay down. Once again her curiosity peeked and she had to stop herself from going up and, well be nosy. Her thoughts didn’t stay too long on this however as Rose slipped and fell onto her hands and knees. She let out a yelp in surprise. She hated the sensation of falling it never resulted in anything good.
Opening her eyes, as she had closed them on her decent to the ground Rose got a good look at her hands which were coated in mud and muck. Her nose crinkled up in disgust, not only at the look of it but also the closer proximity she now had to the ground, which stunk.
OOC Notes
With a sigh, Chimera shifts his fishing pole from one hand to the other, then turns and helps the one called Rose back to her feet. Without saying anything he then continues on, and soon they come to what he calls home. Mostly it looks like a mountain of junk, but he approaches what looks like a large safe buried in the junk, save for the door.
Jabbing the pole into the ground and hanging the basket of fish from it, he grabs the wheel of the safe door. There is a metallic gridning noise as the gears begin to turn, then slowly the wheel turns and the door opens. From inside come the smells of a real home. Smells of warm food, heat from a fire, a sort of musty smell of a room that needs to be dusted, and a slight hint of vanilla and wood. Taking his things up once more he enters, and waves them inside with a free hand. Inside it looks like a home, but one dug out of a hillside by a mole. The rooms are large, but rounded, with tunnels for hallways. There is furnature, but it is old and ragged. To one side of the front room there is a small fireplace, with embers still bright within, and on the other side is a ragged armchair and a bookshelf.
"It isn't much, but it's dry." He offers, closing the door once they are all inside. "Make yourselves at home. And whatever that thing is, you better clean up after it..." He trails off, thinking weather or not to take his hooded coat off or not. Most people scream when they seem him.
Jabbing the pole into the ground and hanging the basket of fish from it, he grabs the wheel of the safe door. There is a metallic gridning noise as the gears begin to turn, then slowly the wheel turns and the door opens. From inside come the smells of a real home. Smells of warm food, heat from a fire, a sort of musty smell of a room that needs to be dusted, and a slight hint of vanilla and wood. Taking his things up once more he enters, and waves them inside with a free hand. Inside it looks like a home, but one dug out of a hillside by a mole. The rooms are large, but rounded, with tunnels for hallways. There is furnature, but it is old and ragged. To one side of the front room there is a small fireplace, with embers still bright within, and on the other side is a ragged armchair and a bookshelf.
"It isn't much, but it's dry." He offers, closing the door once they are all inside. "Make yourselves at home. And whatever that thing is, you better clean up after it..." He trails off, thinking weather or not to take his hooded coat off or not. Most people scream when they seem him.
OOC Notes
Akasha stepped intside, shaking some of the rain off her hair and free arm as she took in the place. It wasn't exactly luxury, but it was better than hiding in a old car all night, trying to avoid being seen.
She sat down on of the the chairs, pulling the now rather lively bundle of fabric open. A small figure tumbled out, landing shakily on four paws, beginning to sniff the floor cautiously. It was a girl...or a dog...or something in between. At any rate it was a mutie, though you never saw muties that young.
"This...is Kestrel." Akasha state,d folding her arms.
She sat down on of the the chairs, pulling the now rather lively bundle of fabric open. A small figure tumbled out, landing shakily on four paws, beginning to sniff the floor cautiously. It was a girl...or a dog...or something in between. At any rate it was a mutie, though you never saw muties that young.
"This...is Kestrel." Akasha state,d folding her arms.
OOC Notes
Rose smiled her thanks at chimera as he helped her stand back up. A blush coming across her cheeks, she felt like a she was being a pain in the bum to them, she couldn’t even walk without having to get help.
When they had finally gotten to chimeras place Rose felt a bit warmer and she couldn’t help but smiling at finally being out of the rain. “Thank you for helping us.” She said to chimera. She took of her hat and shoots her head a little, trying to get rid of some of the excess water. She put her hat in her bag and then walked over to the little half dog half girl that was named kestrel.
Kestrel was adorable and Rose couldn’t help herself from going over and starting playing with her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one so young. What happened?”
When they had finally gotten to chimeras place Rose felt a bit warmer and she couldn’t help but smiling at finally being out of the rain. “Thank you for helping us.” She said to chimera. She took of her hat and shoots her head a little, trying to get rid of some of the excess water. She put her hat in her bag and then walked over to the little half dog half girl that was named kestrel.
Kestrel was adorable and Rose couldn’t help herself from going over and starting playing with her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one so young. What happened?”
OOC Notes
"Huh..." Chimera says, looking at the little dog-girl for a moment, before walking on through the living room and into one of the tunnels, where he pauses for a moment. "I'm like to hear this as well. Speak up a little, if you don't mind." With that he dissapears into the tunnel, which then fills with light a moment later.
Once alone in the kitchen he takes his dripping coat off and hangs it up over one of several fire pits in his home. The fire he just started in it heats up the house even move, and begins to dry his clothing, and fur and feathers. Never does he feel like himself when he wears his coat or the cloak he wears into town, but when he looks in the mirror he doesn't see himself either, but a monster. So it's a bit of a lose lose situation.
Shaking his horns, Chimera sets to work on the fish, cleaning them and getting them ready to be cooked with his clawed fingers alone. Long ago he would have needed a knife, but not now. His claws were like those of a wolf prehaps, but he had sharpened them as much as he could, so they were like natural razor blades. Soon the kitchen and hall is filled with the smell of cooking food.
Once alone in the kitchen he takes his dripping coat off and hangs it up over one of several fire pits in his home. The fire he just started in it heats up the house even move, and begins to dry his clothing, and fur and feathers. Never does he feel like himself when he wears his coat or the cloak he wears into town, but when he looks in the mirror he doesn't see himself either, but a monster. So it's a bit of a lose lose situation.
Shaking his horns, Chimera sets to work on the fish, cleaning them and getting them ready to be cooked with his clawed fingers alone. Long ago he would have needed a knife, but not now. His claws were like those of a wolf prehaps, but he had sharpened them as much as he could, so they were like natural razor blades. Soon the kitchen and hall is filled with the smell of cooking food.
OOC Notes
Kestrel lifted her head as Rose approached, tilting her head to one side, her long-red tail beginning to wag cautiously as she padded in her direction, somewhat stumbling with her balance.
"Well I don't know the whole story myself." Akasha replied, leaning back in the seat.
"I've never trusted Mutagenix's story about tampered patches, and I managed to sneak myself into the facility. I was in there and....well there are certain things they really don't want people to see. She was in there somewhere, looked like she'd been there for quite a while. They'd given her something pretty powerful to keep her asleep by the looks of it, but she woke up while I was walking here...she seems a little shaky, but looks alright.However, I'm guessing they don't want people to see this."
"Well I don't know the whole story myself." Akasha replied, leaning back in the seat.
"I've never trusted Mutagenix's story about tampered patches, and I managed to sneak myself into the facility. I was in there and....well there are certain things they really don't want people to see. She was in there somewhere, looked like she'd been there for quite a while. They'd given her something pretty powerful to keep her asleep by the looks of it, but she woke up while I was walking here...she seems a little shaky, but looks alright.However, I'm guessing they don't want people to see this."
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Rose picked up Kestrel as she came over, she was adorable. She frowned at the news of where Akasha said she found her. “They were probably doing tests, there’s no telling if there are any others like her either. I still think it’s disgusting that there covering up not admitting to their own mistakes. It’s still on the market too.” She said the last part to herself under her breath.
“Did you find out anything else?” she asked. She couldn’t resist asking, she wanted to stop the production of patches but she didn’t have much evidence to do so.
“Did you find out anything else?” she asked. She couldn’t resist asking, she wanted to stop the production of patches but she didn’t have much evidence to do so.
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Chimera had been listening carefully from the kitchen. Although his ears were wtill those of a man, he can the sences of a wolf along with the claws, so it wasn't too much of a hassel. Everything he heard made him wonder more about his own past, wonder if maybe there was a connection.
Once the fish were done cooking, and he had the tea boiled and ready, he made his way back into the living room, a tray carried on either hand. On the right was a tarnished, slightly bent silver tray with the cooked fish divided up on four cracked and shipped plates. On the other was a tray of similar quality and ware, but set upon it was a completely intact tea set, a pot and four cup with matching saucers, all a dark red with Asian designs on them.
"I might know something about this actually..." Chimera says, setting the trays down on a tabel in the middle of the room, forgetting he isn't wearing his cloak anymore. "My uncle, the man who did this too me...he's a very rich man now, with alot of bad connections to Mutagenix..."
Taking a plate and cup of tea for himself, he sits down what looks almost like an old treasure chest a pirate might have. The wood creaks under his weight, but shows no sign of giving way beneath him. As he sips his tea, he looks over at Kestrel with sad eyes, knowing what she must feel. If he had done this to himself, caused himself to mutate, he couldn't complain or hold a grudge, but this was forced on him, just as it must have been forced on this little girl.
Once the fish were done cooking, and he had the tea boiled and ready, he made his way back into the living room, a tray carried on either hand. On the right was a tarnished, slightly bent silver tray with the cooked fish divided up on four cracked and shipped plates. On the other was a tray of similar quality and ware, but set upon it was a completely intact tea set, a pot and four cup with matching saucers, all a dark red with Asian designs on them.
"I might know something about this actually..." Chimera says, setting the trays down on a tabel in the middle of the room, forgetting he isn't wearing his cloak anymore. "My uncle, the man who did this too me...he's a very rich man now, with alot of bad connections to Mutagenix..."
Taking a plate and cup of tea for himself, he sits down what looks almost like an old treasure chest a pirate might have. The wood creaks under his weight, but shows no sign of giving way beneath him. As he sips his tea, he looks over at Kestrel with sad eyes, knowing what she must feel. If he had done this to himself, caused himself to mutate, he couldn't complain or hold a grudge, but this was forced on him, just as it must have been forced on this little girl.
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Kestrel's tail began to wag more vigorously as she was lifted up, her long, furry ears lifting up either side of her head as she tried to sniff Rose's hand.
"Yeah, mutagenix have a whole lot of secrets." Akasha replied.
"I mean no-one really knows how they achieved the cheap gene manipulation so effectively and cheaply, and it's all kept awfully hush hush. People that cause too much fuss about mutagenix tend to get quickly discredited...or they supposedly go crazy..I'm not joking, lots of cases of outspoken anti-mutagenix folk being found gone utterly mad."
"Yeah, mutagenix have a whole lot of secrets." Akasha replied.
"I mean no-one really knows how they achieved the cheap gene manipulation so effectively and cheaply, and it's all kept awfully hush hush. People that cause too much fuss about mutagenix tend to get quickly discredited...or they supposedly go crazy..I'm not joking, lots of cases of outspoken anti-mutagenix folk being found gone utterly mad."
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“thankyou” rose mumbled as she took a plate and some tea. She cut it up a bit and gave some to Kestrel well also eating some herself. She listened to the two quietly, taking in what they were saying. Through the conversation her eyes drifted to chimera. She had known he was a mutie but his mutation was very extreme, it hadn’t sacred her however. She had seen plenty of muties and though the shock was sometimes still there when a mutation was really bad it had worn off.
Putting the fish in her mouth Rose let a huge smile fill her face. It was really well done, and she had always liked fish it was one of her favourite meals even more so after she had put on some cat patches. Her ears pointed up a bit more in happiness along with her monkey tail slightly swaying.
“I want to stop it, been trying to figure out how for a couple of years after my sister but I haven’t had much luck. You’ve done more than me, you even saved Kestrel.” Rose said as she patted Kestrels head.
Putting the fish in her mouth Rose let a huge smile fill her face. It was really well done, and she had always liked fish it was one of her favourite meals even more so after she had put on some cat patches. Her ears pointed up a bit more in happiness along with her monkey tail slightly swaying.
“I want to stop it, been trying to figure out how for a couple of years after my sister but I haven’t had much luck. You’ve done more than me, you even saved Kestrel.” Rose said as she patted Kestrels head.
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"So, what's your plan then? You said you needed help from other muties like us, but in doing what exactly?" Chimera asks, frowning a little as he eats his fish, which has always been on of the foods he hates the most, but when you're in his kind of position, you don't complain. "I don't have money like I used to, but I have a few gadgets and parts that were thrown out. Don't know if they could really be of any use though."
Over the last few years he had been able to get his hands on some pretty useful stuff, some of which was actually made by Mutagenix. He had even found a whole shipment of patches once, but he had ended up selling some to get by, there was still half a crate in his storage room. He also had machine parts from the factory floor, most of one of their trucks which had been in a traffic accident, and much, much more. Some of the others in the Graveyard would trade him things for help, and that only added to the junk he had saved up.
Finishing off his last bite of fish, Chimera quickly down his tea with a grimace, and sets the cup and plate aside, then gets up and goes to the fire to add more wood to it, as the heat and light from it has begun to die down since they entered.
Over the last few years he had been able to get his hands on some pretty useful stuff, some of which was actually made by Mutagenix. He had even found a whole shipment of patches once, but he had ended up selling some to get by, there was still half a crate in his storage room. He also had machine parts from the factory floor, most of one of their trucks which had been in a traffic accident, and much, much more. Some of the others in the Graveyard would trade him things for help, and that only added to the junk he had saved up.
Finishing off his last bite of fish, Chimera quickly down his tea with a grimace, and sets the cup and plate aside, then gets up and goes to the fire to add more wood to it, as the heat and light from it has begun to die down since they entered.
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Kestrel grasped some of the fish in her jaws, displaying some sharp teeth, and scampered into the corner with it, beginning to chew on it.
"Well, I've been trying to find some sympathetic media who'll broadcast the story. Trouble is a lot of them are scared of getting horribly sued or...'disappeared' by mutagenix." she explained.
"There's one place that might be willing to do it, but getting in and out without being found is rather tough."
"Well, I've been trying to find some sympathetic media who'll broadcast the story. Trouble is a lot of them are scared of getting horribly sued or...'disappeared' by mutagenix." she explained.
"There's one place that might be willing to do it, but getting in and out without being found is rather tough."
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“Were is it? Who is it? Maybe we, I, could help.” Rose corrected herself. She couldn’t offer Chimera’s help, only her own. It would be cool if he would though.
She shifted her position as her legs were going dead, shifting Kestrel on her lap. She was absently smoothing her soft fur, looking towards the other two. “Would you help?” she asked Chimera, biting her lip with nervousness.
She shifted her position as her legs were going dead, shifting Kestrel on her lap. She was absently smoothing her soft fur, looking towards the other two. “Would you help?” she asked Chimera, biting her lip with nervousness.
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Chimera leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh. This was some proposition to be listening to, and under such strange circumstances. But, what did he have to lose now? He had family, but they had decided he was dead long ago. Friends? Who could ever be friends with the monster he had become? A home? This was a hole in the ground, a simple fact, and there was nothing worth his life here, save for his mothers tea set.
"Sure," he says finally, his ears twitching as he hears the rain begin to let up outside. "I got nothing to lose. But what's the plan? I've got a few connections here in the Graveyard, nothing big, but they might be able to help us. Alot of people owe me favors, though they may be reluctant to admit it."
That was true enough, no one wanted to admit they knew a mutie, and since he was such a noticable one, he had even few 'friends' in the world.
"Sure," he says finally, his ears twitching as he hears the rain begin to let up outside. "I got nothing to lose. But what's the plan? I've got a few connections here in the Graveyard, nothing big, but they might be able to help us. Alot of people owe me favors, though they may be reluctant to admit it."
That was true enough, no one wanted to admit they knew a mutie, and since he was such a noticable one, he had even few 'friends' in the world.
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I'll be posting today, I got a little caught up in college work and didn;t kick it off as quickly as I;'d meant to.
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hey, i was just wondering if you had any idea when the rp might start? just curious
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Alright, I know the feeling. Better writing a profile while not about to die from lack of sleep anyway.
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sounds pretty cool! i would love to join. i'll think of a character and then post tomorrow. it's getting late and if i go to bed late again one more time i think i'm going to die from sleep deprivation! lol.
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