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Bas'met

It was never clear if GNS-088 was the subject being tested, or it was actually us that were her experiment.

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a character in “Deep 17: Contingency”, as played by MartinVole

Description

ID: GNS-088
Registered Name: Bas'met
Gender: Female
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 83lbs
Age: Chronological age: 3, physical and mental age indeterminably greater.
Physical Characteristics:

A key characteristic of GNS-088 is the eyes, whether from her base body or a body she has reanimated and taken control of they will all have vertically set S shaped eyes that dilate into an 8 shape, and the sclera will always turn black from the fluids filling the body, named Black Ichor, or Hz2. Note that Hz2 has a light scent somewhat akin to ammonia. Other physical characteristics to look out for are the presence of black prehensile, for lack of better words, tentacles. They will usually protrude from the back, usually from the spine. Fingertips, lips, and so forth may turn black upon habitation.

Bas'met's main body, however, appears as a young humanoid female, around 12, with black hair, a creamy white face, chest and stomach, and black lips. She lacks ears, possessing four fleshy tentacle-like appendages instead (two large, two small), two more large ones protrude from the center of her back with thick almost hand-like two-fingered appendages at the ends, followed by two smaller ones that wrap around her chest, and two large ones with a banded pattern from the base of where her spine would be. Her hands and feet lack nails, instead having a suction cup like quality allowing her to climb walls. Her hands have three fingers, feet possessing three toes and one extra near the ankle, but otherwise her main body is human-like aside from coloration. What is not creamy in colored is red-brown possessing patches of darker colored splotches.

Lastly, her main body was last seen wearing her favorite pajamas, blue and patterned with black raccoon heads and paw prints on it. Being a creature of habit she is unlikely to change this even if she could hide her other qualities somehow.

Behavioral Characteristics:

Subject GNS-088's behavior patterns are partially human, and partially alien territory. What can be said is that they often display a level of sophistication and advanced understanding. They are also curious, very curious, when being tested she would often start asking her observer questions, questions about how they feel about this, or that. She would start turning each test into her own platform to accumulate knowledge, to study us, to understand us. She watches with transfixed eyes, dissecting each response, not just by the vocal answer but clearly too any twitch, or sign of emotional patterns to the answers. She would track routines, bringing up any discrepancy in them. It is clear she's advancing at an extremely accelerated rate.

Another characteristic, and more recent in her behavior is that you cannot fully predict it, it can shift, and often shifted when a different doctor was sent in to check up on her. A kind of behavioral chameleon she would adapt herself towards a more comfortable personality to each new observer, adjusting it some when they became discomforted. Rarely has she shown outright aggression, but has under instances shown observable frustration, becoming unresponsive and aloof. Her attacks, however, were not acts of aggression, or even a hint of malice, but curiosity that did not understand it was harmful. In her instance with Zeke, she tried to pry into his very being to understand it better, but the stress involved was too much for him causing great pain.

Finally, she appears to possess deeply a quality of strong attachment, a sentimentality, and morality, and one of the only things to evoke violent irrational behavior. Her pet, Skitters, which was given to her in an attempt to humanize her died during a session when it reacted poorly and bit her arm while she held it. She reacted in shock and threw it against the side of her containment, crushing its body. When she had realized what she had done her behavior became... highly disturbed, eyes dilated fully, breathing erratic, speech was indiscernible. It was the first time we had observed a break in her calm behavior, it was too the first time she had cried. She held the doors shut with her tentacles, refused to allow anyone in, only calming when the creature's body was infected and reanimated. It was also the first time she had shown to have this... ability.

Abnormalities:

She may appear almost human but very little of the Genesis subjects contain any humanity. They have adapted to imitate us, but their true nature is mostly alien. Beyond us in such a way that we have yet to fully grasp them. For now, at least, they are thankfully obedient.

In her case her abilities are most noted in being able to consciously exist in multiple places at once through a process of inhabiting multiple bodies, aside from her main one. The process is not fully understood yet but a dead body can be filled with and reanimated through her "true essence", turning the blood black, and sometimes resulting in physical mutation, such as with Skitters obtaining a black second set of forelegs. Reanimation is complete, life is restored and some of their memories and behaviors are kept, however the occupying consciousness IS Bas'met, bringing back the dead individual is beyond her abilities.

She is strong, her tentacles possess great strength and can immobilize most individuals of average strength. She has under instances broken the bones of some of some of those involved in the socializing attempts, regardless of being unintentional it shows that care is to be made not to be caught in them.

She possesses an accelerated level of regeneration, wounds heal quickly and lost limbs will regrow, but it is negated by burns which slows the process, it is a noted method not to be used by personnel when capturing her as Orion prefers her undamaged. All Genesis subjects share this aversion to fire. Efforts are being made to remove this flaw.

Containment Protocol:

Though not normally violent, containing her has proven to be very complicated. While comfort was a top priority, effective seals were also a concern as her... presence... could leak from containment and effect the facility outside. A cadaver from an dissection table stood up and began speaking to the doctor performing it, scaring them and causing him to injure himself with a scalpel. It had then become part of her containment to move any such activities to a separate sealed-off floor.

Main body's physiology seems to negate standard tranquilizers and gassing, not even reacting to them other than mild discomfort. The only effective method shown was either talking her down or using a taser. The most effective method has been through her "father", Dr. Hayden Addler whom she has shown affection towards, recognizing him as one of her creators. Likewise, his interactions with her have been paternal.

Dr. Orion's note: Dr. Addler is NOT to be used in containing GNS-088 without observation. His intentions with the Genesis project has unfortunately shifted from ours and is to be severed from it until further notice. Hopefully his condition improves, until then he too is to be kept as a patient on the lower floors with limited activity. Remember that he's still a great mind and it is all within our hopes he comes around some day.

Subject Overview:

One of the few of the Genesis subjects to not lose cohesiveness and become undone upon release from the aethera tanks. Notably the last subject created that survived. Future plans are without action as of yet until the odds can be improved and flaws can be reduced. The wild uncertainty of outcome in surviving subjects also requires further research until project can continue.

As of yet too, her true body, or essence, has not been fully understand given its immaterial nature. This true body is believed to exist, and is too, believed what connects all the shells as a collective mind. When asked about this she reacts with confusion and unresponsiveness. Perhaps she too does not understand her full nature, and perhaps that is for the best. It is presumed that each body she inhabits is merely a minor appendage to her true form, her true form being, as stated, beyond our understanding and far more massive than we can even begin to understand, and is beyond primordial. What is known is that her physical essence loses cohesiveness when left outside of a body, simply evaporating into the air.

Exact details of the Genesis project and the process involved are as of yet, classified for security reasons.

So begins...

Bas'met's Story

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The woman lowers her head and hums a strange yet familiar tune. As before, there is still no sense of fear from the woman, her emotional state is unreadable. She taps the floor tiles under her with her nails, rhythmically, then abruptly stops. She puts her hands on her face as if checking for something.

"Du är intressant..." She says under her breath. "Människa."

She slowly removes her goggles, revealing her black sclera, blue eyes, and S shaped pupils. She glances over at Alver from the corner of her eyes.

"Ah, I had an idea just now." She says, a very sudden shift in her tone, sounding more energetic. "Lets not do this and move before they come."

Footsteps are heard coming in their direction, heavy footsteps, most likely armed guards from the lower level. All the noise has likely alerted an awful lot of attention. The woman, obviously being controlled by Bas'met rolls her head to its side and rolls her eyes looking to the ceiling.

"Which would be right now." Her tone makes this sound like it is just a big game to her. She then pops up onto her feet and then holds her hand out, this time it seems like she's lending it rather than asking for something.

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Alright, so she hadn't meant to kill him - she'd meant to kill a guard, which Alver definitely wasn't. Good lord, he definitely wasn't. He was still fifteen and an experiment too for goodness sake! Which was a stupid thing to be angry over, but if it got rid of his fear so much the better. It helped strengthen his shields too, which was good. He didn't want Crazy Psycho Blood-covered Lady (which was what he was going to call her until she revealed her name, like hell he was going to use experiment codes) to break through them again. No way did he want to end up like those people in her cell.

Alver shuddered and pushed the memory away. Not gonna remember that.

"W-what I'm looking at?!" He gasped, staring at her incredulously through the barrier. Finally getting his breath back, he pushed himself up to a sitting position. "I should be asking you that, what the hell -"

A doctor interrupted him then, her voice cool and spouting the same gibberish CPBL (it was a bit too long to call her properly) had been speaking a few minutes ago, and Alver lowered the barriers in relief. A doctor! Someone who could calm the crazy lady down! Not that he didn't really like them (some of them could be complete jackasses), but thank goodness.

Or not. Alver stiffened as CPBL gripped his arm - again. Great, what was it with her and his arm?! Her grip was loose, though, like she was anxious about something. Ignoring the conversation she was exchanging with the doctor, Alver frown at the doctors appearance. She was acting way to calm for someone who looked like she'd been mauled. And what was that smell? He sniffed the air, leaning away from the doctor. Lavender and... something else that kinda smells like the bathroom... whats with her goggles?

He winced as CPBL's grip tightened. He glanced up at her, and his eyes widened as she started to shift, small popping noises appearing as she did so. "H-hey, calm down," he said quickly, trying his best to sound soothing. If she freaked out, then there wasn't anything he could do but hope for instant death. He'd have put up shields, but since that might aggravate her further... no. And he didn't have much time either if she was freaking out about the guards and he really didn't want to end up like her last socialising attempt, oh lord.

He racked his mind for more to say, but then the doctor took of her goggles and all he could think of was oh shiz.

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Through the panic she was again, taken back by this doctor's reaction. No shock, or flinching from the facially covered woman. "Människa?" Kaijmera didn't understand why she would chose to that particular word and effectively knocking some of the haze from her mind. This person was not reacting the way she was supposed to, nor speaking words that were expected. Her delay for acknowledging Alver's words was evident, but it allowed her to take a moment to look at him again. Her eyes still gazed intensely at him, yet for once she didn't immediately react in frustration. The grip around Alver's arm loosened, if only slightly enough to ease the pain she was causing him.

By the time she looked back the doctor had removed the goggles. This was not just some facility worker. She had seen those eyes before. The reason, time and location were eluding her. Something that was mentioned over the speakers most certainly, but... Now was not the time to wonder or idle. The point was that her reaction changed again from aggression to hesitation, settling some of the tension inside of her and attune her attention to what this being had to say.

The loud plodding footsteps that now echoed and threatened to close in on them felt like a jolt of electricity up her spine. She released Alver, jumping unsteadily to her feet with more determination than ever to deny the grogginess that gripped her. It was easy to simply think about charging them. Except the constant reminder of her sluggishness mixed with the possible number of guards. Prepared ones at that. The gears turned in her head as her eyes darted from the source of the noise to shield kid. His face clearly showing that he was just as clueless and stranded as to what to do. She gritted her teeth and anxiously shrugged her shoulders back till some of that tension released from her spine as several small pops. This was not what she wanted. Another tranq and she would be lucky to have the ability to run. But they sounded like they were carrying more than that. The bodies, they had to have seen them too.

Kaijmera leans back from this GNS person's hand. "Ghhnnnnn! Smörja!" She curses in frustration. How would taking someone's hand help at all? It took too long for them to decide. Now was all the time they had left. She would hoist Alver up from where he sat on the ground, with the help of the woman's hand to offer her leverage; her long claws wrapping around gently enough not to pierce the skin. Certain that he wouldn't want to stick around either. "Få oss ut."

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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?"

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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.
You?
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.

For what felt like a long time she seemed to stare at him. "You scared of me?"

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Skitters holds up a clawed finger telling Alver to hold on for a minute, then fumbles with the device around their neck, it crackled a bit as the speaker comes to life. "Testing, 1, 2, oh! There it goes..." A voice emitted from the device, it was the voice of Bas'met herself, and clearly this was some form of two-way radio. This didn't stop Skitters from pantomiming ever word, though. "First off, I have so many sets of eyes so... so I've been watching you and many others." She says this casually, but Skitters exaggerates every motion cartoonishly. "Secondly, what? No. Skitters is just a scatterbrain who acts on her own at times... a lot of the time." Skitters folds her arms at the scatterbrain comment and grunts.

"Thirdly, I know we've had poor first impressions but we aren't entirely different, and to something you said earlier... I've only ever killed once." She says, Skitters pointing to herself to leave no ambiguity on the victim. "And I do feel pain, as well as everything else to a degree... and... with every body I reanimate I get a taste of their final living moments, so... yeah."

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"Well. what was I suppose to think?" Alver shot back, folding his arms. He remembered to keep his voice down - no way did he want the sound to echo and alert them to the guards. "You reanimate people. I saw you reanimating people, and do you know what the other subjects say about yo- wait." He wrinkled his nose, baffled. "Only one? But - what about the blood and gore and all those dead animated bodies -" Realisation hit, and Alver eye's widened. "Oh." he said, voice small, suddenly unable to look at the raccoon.

Those had been dreams. Dreams which he'd mixed up for reality, agh he was such an idiot. Flushing red with embarrassment, Alver forced himself to look at the raccoon - Skitters. "I-" he paused, then forced out the words like expelling too-hot liquid from his mouth, grimacing and shuffling his feet silently against the floor, the gesture making him look very fifteen year old. "I'msorry."

Alright, time to change the subject before anything else happened. "Lets just start over then, its not like we've met each other before till now." He offered hurriedly, scratching his head. Well, Alver hadn't met her. She'd sounded like she'd been spying on everyone long before the escape happened. That'd explain how the she'd found them so easily. A bit of sympathy (not much, but enough to be understanding) resounded in his voice as he said, "Didn't know about the reliving their deaths thing though, that sucks."

At least his power didn't involve feeling pain, just a sort of mental pressure. Well, it did kind of physically hurt when Alver used it too much though, in the form of nosebleeds and headaches.

"Well then." He looked at Skitters curiously, almost apologetically. "Didn't know you weren't possessed by her. That's pretty cool," he said, then got down to business. "But do you know the way out of here? I don't think we'd like to be stuck in this pit for too long," he said, glancing at Kajimera.

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Character Portrait: Alver Glanestone Character Portrait: Bas'met Character Portrait: Kaijmera Eveleen Nylund
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Kaij wasn't just taken back when Alver spotted her in the dim light. She was beside herself with the annoyance she felt towards the twerp. Her eyes narrow. If she was still too slow to remain out of his sight how was she going to fair against the more highly trained guards? It didn't help that the clothes she decided to wear weren't tailored to handle the particular events that ended up occurring today. However she wasn't about to strip down to her skivvies just to change that. That doesn't mean that there is nothing that she can do to improve her chances.

A grunt, or grunting drew her attention away from being tempted to backhand Alver again. Despite being partially (fully) responsible for his anger towards her. She squints at the raccoon-like creature who made rather poor attempts to remain quiet. It and Alver already appeared to be quite the pair by the way they began interacting with each other. "Helvete." She mumbled to herself. There was already one noisy, clumsy olf, did there need to be two? It wasn't until Alver pointed out that this thing had helped them out before that she took notice of its eyes. The same type of pupil formation. Another influenced being. And the voice that crackled from the speaker from around its neck. With the two distracted, she remained focused more on what was around them. Listening to their conversation was important. Although there was something even more pertinent in her mind.

"För långsam." She whispered in a strained voice. Her toes twitch and splay; gripping at the ground. The pressure within her legs increased like pins and needles. Kaij looked back up and away from herself with a disgusted look on her face. They were wasting too much time with their little conversation, and at least two out of three of them definitely didn't know their way around in here. This wasn't a good position that they were in. Alver seems to be so quick to trust as well. Then her eyes met with Alver's glance. "We're wasting time."

The moment Alver looks away from her again he feels a strong hand grasp at the collar of his shirt and his neck. A small gust of air followed by long soft hair brushes against his face. Skitters also finds themselves scruffed and quickly lifted from the ground and pulled forward. The distance between them and the door at the end of the hall rapidly shrinks while light trickles in from around the door frame. With a loud bang the door is kicked open to the new area. Her eyes squint trying to adjust from the poor lighting to the red emergency lights in the hallway but her momentum doesn't stop. "Buckle down. Shields up!" To the left Kaijmera lobs Alver down the corridor after the hard windup. And to the right, her other arm does its best to send the too many limbed garbage diver down the other way to hit any unpleasant guards down the way or simply slide across the floor. No point in asking them to scout ahead for the best route. This will do just fine according to her. So long as any guards they might attract were distracted, Kaij would take care of the rest...

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Character Portrait: Skitters Character Portrait: Alver Glanestone Character Portrait: Bas'met Character Portrait: Kaijmera Eveleen Nylund Character Portrait: Bart Ramirez Character Portrait: Domingo Sandoval
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Floor 10


The raccoon did not exactly desire to become a hairy bowling ball, but Kaijmera didn't leave her many options. Flying through the air and protected from injury only by Alver's shields she instead hit the ground with a roll until she comes into impact with a wall. She then lays on her back with her feet up in the air, her tail flopped down over her face. The hallway was spinning before her, and by extension, Bas'met's vision through her eyes.

The voice of Bas'met casually pops through the collar communicator. "Well that was... unexpected." Skitters twitches trying to regain equilibrium. She eventually rolls back to her feet and regains some balance. She watches as Alver checks the pulses of the guards he had flung into. She tilts her head and follows shortly after as he goes towards Kaijmera and begins to scold her for tossing him. She lowers her head and reaches out tugging at Alver's leg.

"Do you plan to treat all obstacles in life so tenderheartedly?" Bas'met asks Alver, a legitimately curious tone to her voice. Skitters looks up with fully dilated eyes, the 8 shaped pupils, a deep black abyss can be seen in it. "Just, what does it mean to you to have power?"

Floor 6


A black claw covered in sickly red glowing markings emerges from the broken elevator. From it flows what appears to be a hazey mist, like it were a creature of the shadows itself. A pair of orange glowing eyes stares out at Bart and Domingo, a blank expression in them. It grips the side of the elevator door and pushes it open, the metal being etched away by whatever this thing is made of.

"L..ght..? W..r..?" It cracks in an ethereal voice. It continues to advance towards them. "Wh.r..?!" Its voice escalating into desperation.