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Arceius Research Centre

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Victor Cromwell [1] "Life, like anything, is made up of pieces. What kind of peices? Well we'll have to start looking don't we?"
Soldriin Torafin [1] "they say dark elves and demons are one and the same. I assume that I am that proof."
Setsugetsuka [0] I lived an illusion all my life..is this even real anymore?
Archie Peters [0] A recently qualified intern working for Arceius Reserach Centre
Ivan Tesla [0] An artist deals with aspects of reality different from those which a scientist sees.
Nate Thera [0] " Still here, as always...Someday I dream to see the outside world again.."
Sonia Negrescu [0] Knowledge is power, creation is existence, and peanut butter sandwiches are paramount.
Jessica Saunders [0] 'That's my job...you stay out of it...'

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Jessica Saunders

"Open the gates Sarcowski!" the woman called over her shoulder. The man known as Sarcowski nodded with a sincere 'Yes Ma'am' and punched in the code to open the entrance gates. Yellow light beamed into the facility, with a few grains of sand skittering to the floor. Jessica covered her eyes and clutched her tablet as a Helicopter lowered itself and it's cargo to the ground with a mechanical whirrrr. Assitants rushed forwards to unhook the metal wires to the cargo as it hit the floor, and dragged it (on it's wheels) slightly to the left, allowing the chopper to land. As the stir created by the aircraft's propellors eased, Miss Saunders straightened her blazer and glasses, before briskly walking over to the helicopter and opening it's passenger door.

"Pleased to see you arrived safely Mr Telsa. And Subject 918-4X too," she greeted, with a very proffesional air about her voice. With a smile, she glanced over her shoulder at the tank that had been shifted, "I hope your journey was as smooth as your landing." Once the new Head Scientist was free of his transport, the chopper took off again, disappearing swiftly. The pair were being transferred from another facility, since the species that that division was studying was being severly limited. That and they simply couldn't handle subject 918-4X.

Leaving Mr Telsa, Jessica Saunders strolled towards the other new arrival. The pink haired child looked harmless. She was floating in a tank of a luminescent violet liquid that bubbled slowly. That was to disable her vectors, that much she knew. The child was wearing a white straight suit, that strapped her small arms across her chest, and her legs together. She was going nowhere fast. Jessica marvelled at the helmet the girl wore; it almost looked like some sort of alien head. The woman lay the flat of her hand on the glass of the chamber, and held her breathing as though it would wake the child. "She's...fascinating..." she breathed.

Standing back, Jessica tapped some data into her PC Tablet, evoking some beeping response from the slab. "Cell 4X is it? Righty oh then, can we get some Assistants over here please?" she called, and 3 young males came over. "We need to get this to Sector 4, pronto. We are taking no risks here." Promptly, the men tilted the chamber on it's wheels and headed for the lift at the other end of sector 1. Walking through sector 1, they bypassed some small, meaningless creatures. Many were covered in scars and other, fresher wounds and nearly all were shying away from the prescence of the Head Scientists.

At the elevator, Saunders stepped forward and held her face close to a small silver box. A red bar scanned her eye, and the lift doors opened, probing into what floor the party wanted. "Sector 4," Jessica told the machine, and they slowly descended. Some patronising music hummed from the corners of the elevator, forcing a small smile onto Saunders' face. "So cheerful, isn't it?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at Mr Telsa as she stepped from the lift. The floor they entered on already had two other subjects.

Sector 4.

Striding over to the cell on the left, cell 4X, it was notable how this was the only one on that side of the room. The other two were on the right hand side. "Mr Telsa, I believe you have the code. Care to share it?" The heads of the facility knew all the codes to all the cells. "After Subject 918-4X is secure, we will continue on and go through your induction," Jessica revealed, standing to the side whilst the cell was opened, the girl was placed inside, and the cell resealed."

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Ivan Tesla

Ivan was a man of few words during the transport of his Subject, and a man of even fewer words once they arrive in the presence of Saunders. The most he could manage was a slight sarcastic smile at her when she had piped up about something being cheerful. As they finally reached Sector 4, and he was addressed for the code, he nodded silently before bending towards the code pad slightly and entering the twenty digit code. 01123581321345589144. The Fibonacci sequence. Afterwards, the cell was opened and his Subject was placed inside, Ivan once again entering the code to seal the cell.

Once all of that was out of the way, Ivan spoke his first words to the Saunders. "Subject 918-4X has a name. It's Elissa, I trust you will address her by such whilst in my presence. Are we clear, Ms. Saunders? I do hope we are." His tone was just on the brink of condescending, like a teacher giving one of her students a harsh talking to about missing out on homework. He turned away from her to eye the two opposite cells, 4Y and 4Z, both of them appearing to already have been occupied. Then, with a turn on his heel, he swiveled towards the elevator and began walking, his steps resounded off of the walls. "Shall we go then, Ms. Saunders?" He called out, head turned slight to the left so he could eye her out of his peripheral. And then his head straightened once more and he stepped onto the lift.

"Do hurry, Saunders. We're on a schedule, are we not?"

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Dryst Maeda

Damn it. If this guy got any more cynical, Dryst Maeda's migraine might pop a vein. He hid in the shadows of his fellow Head Scientists, keeping step behind the two and casting but a mere glance at Telsa's new subject. He was raised with a certain level of respect for his elders, and certainly utilized it in tongue when addressing Saunders. He had, of course, already given Ivan a subtle judgment – this man surely wouldn’t last down here with him long. To Dryst, Ivan gave the impression of one of the rich boys from University. He certainly held the same outspokenness the others did.

"Subject 918-4X has a name. It's Elissa, I trust you will address her by such whilst in my presence. Are we clear, Ms. Saunders? I do hope we are."

These scientists got more and more touchy every year. Elissa, was it? The red-haired man quietly scoffed at the girl. She should prove most interesting, especially if he had to occupy the floor with her. Although to be frank, Dryst wasn't quite positive he could manage sharing a floor with such a pompous prick regardless. While slightly peeved, he elected to ignore the rude comment as he waited for the man to punch in the twenty-digit passcode. Dryst felt a pang of irritation as Ivan eyed his own subject’s cell. Dryst had never gotten his subject to admit much to him, truthfully, but he did feel a sense of ownership towards him. He stepped from the shadows quietly, nearing the fluttering creature encaged beside his ‘patient,’ per se. The slim scientist wasn’t quite sure how Mir would react to these strangers, and passively attempted to defend his own. The large body of company that invaded the room was foreign to the older subjects that inhabited the floor, and Dryst couldn’t be having an outbreak from his own subject. After all, he was the youngest scientist, and subsequently the least trusted out of the bunch. In the event that the large amount of people aroused his subject, the least he could do was show him a familiar face to calm him.

"Shall we go then, Ms. Saunders?"

That scientist did it again. That condescending tone that he so disproved of. This man couldn’t be much older than him; he unquestionably couldn’t be wiser than Saunders, either. Offering Mir one last glance behind him, Dryst sauntered over to the rest of the scientists once again and resumed his place behind the two, habitually tapping his digits against the loose sweatpants he adorned this morning. Come to think of it, maybe it was the lack of sleep Dryst had gotten the past few nights that had him so annoyed. Yes, he was merely venting his anger out on the new scientist. Surely this man wouldn’t be so bad.

As they once again approached the elevator with the ever-ironic lullaby emanating from the speakers, Dryst surveyed his surroundings. The other scientists were in close pursuit of the heads. In fact, Dryst wasn’t even sure why he was a head scientist. His uncle was the head IT specialist, but it’s not like he had prior experience to mythical creatures. He actually felt slight humility towards the others, since most of them had years of experience on him.

"Do hurry, Saunders. We're on a schedule, are we not?"

“It’s a bit unnecessary to address your elders like that, don’t you think?” Dryst’s firm, deep tone almost cut the other’s sentence short. No, it wasn’t his lack of sleep that had him so vexed. Ivan was a proper asshole. It was confirmed. He paused in step, optics laying directly on the back of the other’s head as he continued, “I mean, since you’ve got a new experiment and we’ll be sharing the floor, you might as well know that politeness will carry you far around here.”

The man nodded at his own statement, as if sanctioning it in his mind as he turned to Saunders herself. “Morning, Jessica. My apologies for my lack of enthusiasm today, I had a rough night with subject 501-4Z. Not to worry, however, I’ll just need a good morning stretch!” With a yawn, Dryst continued ahead of Telsa, leading the way into the elevator.

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Sonia Negrescu

7:00am.


The last subject had been a difficult one. Sonia could still remember the woman's pain as she returned to her cell each day with a different part of her flesh burnt and blistering. Her colleagues in the testing level would mock her for considering a "bloodsucker," as they called them, to possess a gender, but their opinion on the matter was irrelevant.

Subject 756V was gone now. Her legacy, if it could be called that, was a 220-page report detailing the psychology and physiology of female vampires. Sonia couldn't take credit for the entire publication, yet she had researched a lengthy section that detailed the subject's metabolic responses to the ingestion of both animal blood and human blood. It turns out that animal blood, regardless of the source, tastes like piss to vampires and inhibits their neurological responses to sensory stimuli. Still, the stuff keeps them alive, albeit a bit cranky.

Sweeping a pile of breadcrumbs off of her desk, Sonia set down her laptop and briefcase, and then collapsed into her chair. "Coffee," she muttered monotonously. Her assistant, Remy, swiveled around in his chair to regard her.

"Christ, you look tired. You sure you want coffee, though? I thought it made your hands shake..."

"... coffee," she replied, a little louder this time. Remy sighed in submission, and then shuffled to the other end of their cramped office to deliver her request. As the aroma of roasting beans filled the room, Sonia summoned enough energy to power up her computer, waiting until the screen had fully loaded before opening her email client. Two new messages. The first, which was from the janitor bitching about all the half-eaten peanut butter sandwiches lying around on the floor, she quickly deleted. The second message she could not delete. It did, however, make her want to throw her laptop across the room.

"Damn... You just finished writing up a friggin' novel about vampires and they've put you on another subject? Merciless bastards."

"Remy! How many times have I told you not to look over my shoulder?!" Sonia kicked her feet against the desk, pushing her chair back into Remy's gut. He staggered backwards, chortling in delight. She turned and faced him, his short cropped hair bouncing as he giggled hysterically. When he finally saw the look on her face, he stopped short.

"Yeah... I'll get that coffee." He shuffled away, dragging his feet like a dog drags his tail after being reprimanded by its master. Sonia refocused her attention on the email, noting the cell number, the pass-code to gain entry, and the profile of the creature she would soon be taking care of:

"Subject 218-3A: Found in a city park. Responsible for several civilian deaths. High threat; easily provoked. Requires constant restraint. Height: 9'6". Weight: 320lbs. Four arms, claws, and teeth. Highly intelligent, and is needed for psychological assessment. Report on subject's assets in four weeks."

Frowning at the unusually vague description of her subject, Sonia shut her laptop and leaned back in her chair, rubbing her eyes and stretching her arms out. Remy set a steaming cup of coffee down beside her and then scurried away, fearful of provoking the beast.

Two hours later.


The elevator music was a sheer mockery to the panic building up inside Sonia's chest. She was always nervous when being introduced to new subjects, since most would rip her head off if they had half a chance, but the coffee was making the whole ordeal worse. As she stepped out of the elevator into sector three, her heart was pounding and her hands were quivering. An armed guard greeted her with a suspicious nod, then thrust an open palm in front of her face as if expecting something.

"So, by sticking your arm out like that I'm assuming that you require some sort of toll for using the elevator?" Sonia interrogated, crossing her arms. The guard sneered, but did not move.

"ID, please," the man grunted.

"Well at least we're using our words now, aren't we?" Sonia hissed as she wrenched her identification card from her front pocket. Instead of placing it in the guard's hand, she waved it in front of his face and then walked around him.

"Bitch," he muttered as she passed, but she didn't care. Normally a pleasant individual, Sonia was appalled by her own temper this morning, and needed to take a few breaths to calm herself down before making her way over to cell 3A. The overhead lighting shone brightly on the white steel bars that caged subject 318. Taking another deep breath, she stepped up to the bars.

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Alex Coulton

Alex switches his clipboard from right to left hand, so he can take the keycard from his pocket. He swipes it, then follows it with a code: 589421
The door slides open, and he enters.

"Good morning, Anja."

He did not wait to hear the response, nor did he expect one, from the purple bundle curled up in the corner. Slowly, a pale face reveals itself from within, as the subject stretches. Whilst she is waking, Alex sits on the edge of the bed, and takes out a pen, noting the date lazily in the corner of his notes. Eventually she seems to be alert enough to know what's happening, and says with a faint smile,

"Good morning, doc. Are we... doing tests today?"

Alex's sigh turns into a thoughtful breath. "Nothing is decided yet. We have new arrivals today."

"I know. I saw both of them in my dreams, but only one of them is special like me."

Intrigued, Alex asks, "Really? What else do you see in your dreams?" He hears footsteps from the corridor outside, but ignores them - too busy scrawling notes.

The girl smiles and says simply, "Home."
Home... Such a long way away, for all of us...

"...and what is your home like, Anja?"

"My home... my home is free. I don't have to hide who I am, and I can do whatever I like...."
Alex begins to feel a little sleepy, and his eyes close over, without his consent, but he is not falling asleep - he is seeing her thoughts, as if she is planting them right into his head.
"...and there, everyone is like me. Everyone is special..."
Before his eyes a village in a forest appears, the buildings made of white alabaster and stone. More feyfolk are here - a whole town of them.
"...and there are no more tests. No more pain..."
The forest fades, and Alex sees the testing rooms - he hears the sound of various tools, such as drills. He begins to feel pain throughout his body, reminding him of what is going on.

"Anja, stop now!" he yelps.

The visions clear, and his eyes open to see Anja opening her own. His breathing is heavy. She looks at him with a sad expression.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, I didn't mean it! Please don't make them hurt me!" She curls up again, crying in fear.

Alex looks down at the girl, almost with a sense of pity. Silently he stands, and heads to the door.

"There will be no testing today, Anja. Relax."

He uses the keycard, and leaves the cell, then makes his way out of Sector 3, without another word.

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Cheyenne Tulsina

Cheyenne had been following behind Ivan and Jessica with her music blasting in her ears. Her subject had been taken away down a different hall that where Ivan and Jessica were headed to so Chey followed where her subject was going. All the walls around her were so plain, but Chey didn't really care and even if she did it wasn't going to change anything. Subject six was placed in his cell, 3C, he was cuffed to the wall and his head sagged down. Chey removed her headphones from her ears in case someone would speak but nothing happened so she just left.

"Ms. Tulsina, where are you going? You must punch in the code to the cell!" cried a man from behind.

Chey spun on her heels and came back, "You're right, thank you for reminding me," her voice was so quiet and soft but her eyes were empty of feeling. The man took several steps away from her as if she was carrying a disease but Chey didn't really care. Sodium 10mg, carbohydrate 14g, sugar 10g, protein 0g, total calories 50, the ingredients to a 7g lollipop and Chey's code was: 1014100507.

Once the code was punched in and the door was locked, Chey tried to give a smile to the man behind her but her eyes were so cold and her smile was like a void of nothingness so the man shook with fear. Chey left after that and came across Alex Coulton while they were both on their way out of Sector 3.

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Miramagus

Mir shifted almost uneasily. Strangers. People, different from the ones that he usually saw through Mura's eyes. But then again, he was always meeting new people this days. He smiled softly to himself, rubbing at the blindfold in agitation. He wanted to take it off. Wanted to show these mere humans the power of an Elusive. If only they knew who - or what - they had penned up. He wasn't supposed to be in a cage. He wasn't supposed to be rendered completely harmless by the loss of his sight.

Damn this world.

Mir could remember the other worlds he'd been to. The other worlds he had enjoyed. The Drowned World, where everybody lived underwater. The Burned World, where flames had scorched everything through and through. The Metal World, where the humans of that dimension had completely destroyed all wildlife.

Huh.

All of his favorite dimensions involved some sort of destruction.

Fancy that.

"Subject 918-4X has a name. It's Elissa, I trust you will address her by such whilst in my presence. Are we clear, Ms. Saunders? I do hope we are."

Someone had a temper. It was perhaps the first emotion Mir had ever shared with his scientist. He noted with amusement the way his scientist pressed closer to his cage, as though trying to protect him.

Mir was pleased with the sign of affection. At least not everybody here was here to stick needles all over his body in an attempt to figure out how his powers worked. But his scientist really didn't have to worry that much. Mir wasn't made out of granite. He could adjust to a strange, new presence. He turned his blindfolded face towards the door, padding over on bare feet, ignoring the cold concrete underneath him to the best of his abilities.

"Someone want to introduce me~?" he asked lightly, playfully.

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Soldriin Torafin

Light and steel surrounded the four armed beast that sat in the middle of his cell, head down and looking at the floor. Every now and again his frame would lift and fall with steady breathing. His legs were crossed Indian style..well as much as his digigrade legs could alow. Large Forearms where bound at the wrists, but his lesser arms lay unbound with the clawed fingers tapping the thumb to the other fingers. All the while, No sound or voice escaped his long, elven ears; twitching with every drop, voice and footstep. The voice of a male trying to calm a small female child, another ordering other to call a 'subject' by name in his presesnce. Another male asking to be introduced and the annoyance of the gruff male as the light steps of footsteps walked down the hall in his direction. Who knew? Maybe it was the one who had forced him into this cell. The sheering pain of electricity flowing through and locking up every muscle before being dragged out of the park that was his home soon came back to him. As much as the pain of the fight made thoughts of bloodshed flow through his mind. 'Why cause unneccicary confrontation?' was the question.

The dragloth was a paitiant one, he had been watching the camera until bordom set in and watched the doctors every now and again. Keeping every little note about anything and anyone he saw. How they walked, talked, their routine and anything else that could be used to his advantage. Every round anyone made would be imprinted in his memory. The rounds of humans where never consistant from what he had learn in his time in the city. A randomness that he could take by the horns if the opprotunity came up.

The footsteps that he heard became louder then anything else; the closest of all of them and enough to bring him out of his meditative state. The beast's eyes opened, glowing slightly untill the light over powered them. Blurry vison cleared, reveling a female at the bars of his cell. She looked nervous and rightfuly so. For he was annoyed.

"If you are going to gawk at me sen leave. I am not in se mood right now" he said, crossing his arms with mild irritation. If this was the women who had him caged, the this would not end well for the either of them.

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Anja on Tume

Still sobbing into one of the many layers of cloth that made up her attire, Anja wondered whether Alex meant what he said about there being no tests today. Would he lie about it? Her thoughts returned to that happy place she imagined existed - the only place where she was free of this prison, and the only place where she ever could be free at all.... but she knew, almost resignedly, that they would never let her go... never.

The closest she had to comfort was the thin padding on her prison-like bench bed. With all the money this place must have, you'd think they could afford something more humane... It was no wonder she hated every aspect of this foulsome place - the cells, the experimentation, the doctors.... everything, and she'd never seen any of the other 'subjects', as they were called on being brought here, but only shadows in her dreams. Heartbeats, screaming out in the darkness of this awful place, and not a soul can hear them...

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Nate Thera

There he was, cuffed and restricted from making any free movement, it was the best choice for such a beast of his nature. The adoring sandy blonde locks of hair flowing from side to side, his head moving in a deniable fashion, he couldn't describe the irritation of the so-called 'Imprisonment' Once upon a time, he was absent of all he knew to be righteous and benevolent, but that was taken with sudden regret as he absentmindedly glares down at the floor.

There was an ominous feel to his very presence, a warding of impeding danger, the silhouette of incursion. His mere surrounding's were tinted with the possibly soothing aura of his genetic code, the beastly and overcoming essence of strength. And this was were he had gotten taken to, this facility among other otherworldly creatures.

He appeared to be an average human male, in his mid twenties, average build and so forth. But looks were deceiving to those who gazed upon him, his translucent being was a force of destruction and peace, a deadly combination that ate at the soul of his very being. The being had lifted it's head to witness the scientist before him, a seemingly young female, void of all feeling, though he could defiantly attempt to escape with failure, but he was not one to proceed without prior knowledge of his holding cell.

His voice calling forth after the young scientist as she made her way back towards the exit, soothing and eerily corrupt in it's tone, as if hollow of any harmful thought.

" Why restrain me?..Just ask for civility, and I might console into your words.." Came the words of a wise and peaceful soul, it was distinguished, unlike the label placed upon his head.

A wholehearted cackle came swiftly in his word's shadow, but he had heard all among that sector's plain and unfashionable wall's, it was in his genetic's to have unimaginable senses. Once the young female had took her leave, his head returned to the unreasonable drop towards the floor, or to the extent that it could move.

Why was he here? Why had he been taken from his natural surroundings, to be placed in such confinement? Another reason for the protruding fangs, replacing and taking a physical form within his mouth, it was the beginning of a very disturbing time in his life. His absolute peering eye's had taken a fall for the worse, closing and retracting his own passion of meditating, just to fall victim to his own good will towards life as he knew it.

It took several minutes to produce such a reaction from this being, but he was deep within his own psyche, keeping the difference between illusion and reality within his mind. He heard of the other's on this floor, knowing the danger's of being corrupted and swooned to join the darker sides of nature. His sense of smell detected the girl across the hall from him, and another being, that he couldn't even place a gender on, it was impossible to say in the least. Though his ear's caught the vibration's of the conversations around him, that female girl used more mental tactics than he did, so she was a threat to him in dangerous terms.

Knowing exactly what to do, he'd make kind gestures and get to know those around him, it was going to be a long wait before he was released. That was 'if' he had been scheduled into that, but highly doubted any return to the outside world, so began his descent into meditation.

" You two...tell me about yourselves..." His voice once again shot throughout the sector, hoping for a response, it would be good to have some company among these whitened wall's.

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Elissa Mirwa

As a queen made to start a new generation, a new life, a new era, being confined was something that Elissa Mirwa detested above anything else. Humans were also somewhere at the top of the list. Having been caught a few years ago at the division based elsewhere, Elissa expected to be used to this kind of thing by now. The transfer was something new. Unable to move within her tank, Elissa grew highly aware of her surroundings; the people mainly. The person.

Her scientist. Her Daddy. He was the one thing that go he through the ... test. The dark long, endless thing that was supposed to be time. Inside her mask, her tank, it was hard to identify what time was.

"Pleased to see you arrived safely Mr Telsa. And Subject 918-4X too," said an unfamiliar voice. This peaked the child's interest, making her lift her head. How dare she talk to her like that.... Who did she think she was. Zoning out again as she was moved even further down some corridors, and what felt like an elevator, Elissa wondered what horrors she would have to endure here. Daddy would protect her...right?

Eventually Elissa heard the brakes of her tank click into place, meaning that was either placed in her new cell, or in the testing room. Either way, both would be nearly as bad as each other.
"Subject 918-4X has a name. It's Elissa, I trust you will address her by such whilst in my presence. Are we clear, Ms. Saunders? I do hope we are." Was that...Daddy!

Oh Daddy...I love you... thought Elissa, almost shedding a tear at how she could rarely speak words to him. Her still form just floated in the fluid, until she was drained and collected for testing. The severely emaciated child would almost fall from the tank into her father's arms...though sometimes it would be into the harsh, unforgiving hands of Researchers at the facility. Test upon test would be issued at that old place, though mostly they were just the case of hooking wires up to her and leaving her in the room on her own or varying lengths of time.

Hearing the party walk away was one of the hardest things Elissa could have heard. The transfer was hard on the child, she needed her Daddy with her. Her scientist. Her mentor. If she could move, she would have torn through the bars and hunted the man down, eradicating anything in her way, just to hug him again. Elissa couldn't remember the last time she was drained and got to use her legs, and it was clear that the muscle wastage was inevitable.

Elissa wondered if she would die from it. The muscle wastage. Or maybe the tests? What would the tests be like in this place? Worse, better? Who knows. All Elissa could see what that day and night rolled into one when she was contained, the only person she could rely on was Daddy, and if she could just use her vectors once...just once. No-one would ever have to endure the cruelty of humans again.

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Jessica Saunders

Noting how harsh the new scientist was, Jessica looked back to the subject momentarily, wondering why it mattered whether they used her real name or not. She was just a number now. Jessica looked down at her tablet as the heart rate of Elissa spiked briefly as they walked away. Strange...

The woman stepped into the lift with Mr Telsa, shrugged off his attitude for now, and hit the button to take them back to the ground floor. Once there, Saunders finally spoke as she walked across the landing pad to the rooms on the other side. "This is where the offices are. When you are not with your subject, you can either spend your time here, or in the canteen down the other end of the hall. We also have a library opposite the canteen." Jessica pushed the door open, and the pair were confronted with two rows of three spacious rooms. Each room had the same numbers as each of the scientist's subject's cell numbers, except for the heads, who's rooms had their names on the doors.

Walking Mr Telsa to his corresponding room, Jessica tapped in the code that was the same code for Elissa's cell. The door swung open and revealed a square room with two doors on the far wall. There was a desk on the left (fully kitted with a laptop, pens etc etc), a filing cabinet and water cooler on the right and a rubbish bin under the desk. Behind the leftmost door was the bathroom with shower, bath, toilet and sink, and behind the door on the right there was a wardrobe and a bed. "You should find everything you need. This is your space, in to do what you need to do," Jessica revealed. "I need to go organise Elissa's first test whilst you settle in, I trust you would like to come along later to 'calm' your subject. Her cell is being drained as we speak, so you have ten hours to come down and see her out of her tank," said the cold woman, looking at the man over her glasses, which had dropped further down the bridge of her nose.

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"You have everything you needed, Cesare?"

"Yes! Dad, you've asked me that a million times already, and I have the my hat on too."

"Just making sure, Don't want you making my co-workers aliened do we?."

"No dad. Everyone here isn't crazy."

Lacross held his young son close to him as he wandered about the halls within the facility. Only about 8 years old, little Cesare hid somewhat in his father's lab coat. Every now and again, the little boy shifted his beanie on his head. It moved on his head every now and again as he hid in Victor's coat, staying away from the prying eyes of the other people. Victor's arm covered his son protectively, looking around for anyone taking too much interest in him. Though soon, both of them calmed as they arrived at their office.

Victor sighed, he'd be taking the place of the last head scientist who was killed by something. From what he had heard, the curse of a warlock got to him and he didn't take heed to it. What happens when you become too cocky around even the most harmless seeming of subjects. Cesare imminently took to the other desk in the office and started setting copious amounts of small owl and cat statues of all colors, styles and sizes. The father in victor smiled, but also shuttered inside, for he knew one slip up could mean a very painful future for him. That hat was for a reason, he had confidently turned Cesare into a half-lycantrope and the only sign of his being was having canine like ears that on the sides of his head and larger canine teeth then usual. However, they had learned to cope and learned to hide this secret.

"I'll be back a little later, my boy. If anyone knocks, just tell them that I stepped out. ok?" Victor put on his lab coat as he stepped out, hearing a bark in understanding as he left. The door closed and victor wandered off. He sighed once again. "Where is that accursed woman in the first place? I'd like to know what I'll be dealing with this go around." He snorted in frustration, part of him wanted to rip the heads off of the idiots who had scared the living crap out of his son on the way to the facility and getting to close in the first place. Everything should go well, that is if he could ever find the women who was supported to 'welcome' him here. If one can call it such.

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Jessica Saunders

It had been two weeks since the new subject and her scientist, or the third head scientist, were transferred to Arceius Research Centre. Jessica Saunders had scheduled anonymous reviews of the staff and subjects, and today was the results day. "Technician, please send out a notice over the intercom for all scientists to go to their subject's cells," she ordered, idly tapping her pencil on the clipboard tucked into her elbow. Stuck to the clipboard was the list of those being transferred out; Mir, Chey Tulsina, Alex Coulton, Anja on Tume and Dryst Maeda.

Jessica gave the scientists a few minutes to reach their cells, before she made her way around them, telling them about their reviews and whether they were being transferred or not, and who they would now be responsible for. After she had finished, Jessica went to greet her new subject - Setsugetsuka. The woman arched an eyebrow at the name, it was one she had never heard before and had no idea where it originated from. Regardless, she made her way to cell 4Y.

"722-4Y, are you awake?" she asked when she arrived at the cell. Admittedly, Jessica was cold towards most of the subjects, save for the few that actually interested her. Jessica smiled as she saw the subject stir, flipping the papers on her clipboard. "Hmm...you haven't had your first examination yet, have you?" she sneered, turning away. I need to book Elissa's in too...

Okies. So, there we have it, the mystery behind the missing people. You don't have to make a massive post about the meetings or whatever, that's up to you.

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There was nothing in sleep. Nothing but a lightless void with no sound or sensations, other than the heavy feeling of countless chains binding the mind from escaping into consciousness. Not that there was anything waiting for this particular mind in the waking world. Nothing pleasant, at least. Setsu was under the heavy sleeping drugs that kept nightmares away, they would mean disaster...More for whatever and whoever was around the young illusionist.

''Mhh...'' Setsu stirred, only semi-conscious still, his grey eye flickering open for a few seconds. He felt like a dead weight, feeling even more dizzy when he tried to shake his head clear. With a groan, his blonde head fell back onto the stiff matress that was mean to be a bed of sorts. The woman's voice was cold and he shivered, feeling his emotions and senses awaken begrudgingly slowly. The smell of disinffectants made him curl away from the door. It didn't make a different and Setsu was on the verge of falling back into sleep again before the phrase ''check-up'' pricked his mind.

''Oh no...''

Fear started to snap him from his daze. Setsu had a great imagination and he was glad that he had no chance to dream or else he would deffinitely have nightmares about this place...Like a frightened animal, Setsu pushed himself up and shuffled to the corner of the room, leaning against the cold surface. What a way to end up...from living an illusion on a stage to a god forsaken place like this...Setsu didn't know which was worse. So far, every person he's met didn't care about him and just when he thought his parents were the most servere, suddenly these strangers in white coats seemed eager to steal the spot/

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Sonia shifted nervously. With a lean ballpoint pen, she began scribbling furiously onto a spreadsheet fastened to a clipboard. Well, it can communicate in English. That's a great start.

Without looking up from the page in front of her, Sonia cleared her throat and then spoke. "You are known as Subject 218. That is how I will address you unless you would prefer to be called by a different name. My name is Sonia and I am a researcher at this facility. Although I have certain duties to fulfill, part of my job is to make sure that you are comfortable and that you are able to communicate effectively with myself and other staff. Personally, I would also like to be able to treat you with the respect and dignity with you deserve, and will make my best efforts to do so.

Certain procedures should have been outlined when you arrived, including your diet specifications, the security precautions your cell is equipped with, as well as the disciplinary measures taken against improper behaviour. At this time, I would like to ask you if you have understood everything that I've said, if you need anything more explained to you, and if there is anything I can get you?"

Sonia ended her sentence with a pause, awaiting the creature's reply. She still did not look in its eyes for fear of offending the demon that sat so very close to her.

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Soldriin Torafiin

Soldriin shifted in his sitting position, taping the fingers on his lower arms together. He tilted his head to the side and gave a snort of discontent. "The scent of sveet ambrosia is no more for I am locked in his place. Subdued by handheld sunder and caged like a common zoo animal. Vat dignity is sere left?" He said, his voice deep as his demonic heritage would bring to him. he tapped the claws of his fighting hands on the floor, looking his 'caretaker' over. He noticed that she didn't look him in the eye. He snorted once again.

"I also see no reason call me by a number, and the date of my birth no less. I am called Soldriin. In drow and in your human tongue. Slack in my arm bands vould do vell for my arms vill vaste avay." The dreagloth stood and moved to the wall of his cell, leaning on it as if to stay out of the light. "If sat does not indicate sat I understood you, then you humans are more foolish then I sought or I am bitter." Soldriin last words were laced in bitter contempt for the female before him. For most humans in fact. He could only name a hand full of humans that he had some trust for, including a blind elderly woman that left him food and treated him with kindness, even with knowing that he was an abomination in the eyes of humans and his elven cousins. However, that was gone here. He crossed his smaller arms and tapped the claws of his fighting arms on the floor in a tune. A rhythm that he knew from the district he lived near for years. The sounds of the city night markets, where no one was really turned away.

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Ivan Tesla


"Drain the tank, remove the helmet." They were simple orders, and they had suddenly cut through the long silence, seeming to appear from thin air. There was only one other scientist currently in the cell with him, and it was a rather small, mousy man whom seemed to squeak in response before heading over to a panel of controls and beginning the process of draining Elissa's suspended animation tank. Ivan himself moved to place himself appropriately in front of the tank, where it's reinforced glass would slide open after the draining was complete. He ran his eyes along the subject that lay inside, a tinge of sadness reaching his eyes. He hated having to restrain her, and he especially hated that damn helmet. She was a beautiful young girl, and it was a pity to hide that. Ivan was known for having a soft spot for most of the subject, but no subject was treated better than he treated Elissa. If any words were used to describe their relationship, it would be said that it were almost like a parent treated it's child.

And because of this, it was Ivan who set himself as the one to free her from the helmet and restraints that bound her. If it were any other scientist, they were sure to die. And Ivan had to be in the room if any tests were going to be conducted, or else staff would fall short fairly quick. It was why she was up here, in the highest security of the building. She seemed to like the killing, of all things. The hissing of air broke Ivan's concentration as the tank began to open. The tail of his coat fluttered as he moved forward and removed his hands from his pockets, kneeling down in front of Elissa. He placed his hands on her shoulders before giving a faint smile. "I'm taking this helmet off now, okay, Elissa? It's time for more tests, but don't worry, I'm here." The words were whispered as Ivan began to work his hands to the back of the helmet. Soon enough, more hissing sounds were made as the helmet split open, folding away from Elissa's head and allowing her hair to fall free.

"There we go. All better?"

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Elissa Mirwa

Times were hard for an imprisoned killer; having to withstand day after day of darkness, not being able to move an inch, stretch her vectors or even blink. Once drained of the discusting, limiting fluid, it was hard to move even then. Hours upon hours of having to remain still took it's toll on her child's body, and her muscles had begun wasting away.

As the tank drained, bubbles started to tickle the fragile skin of the girl, waking her up slightly. It was still dark as she opened her eyes, and she couldn't yet feel the warm, loving hands of the man she adored as her father. Finally, she could no longer feel the fluid in between her toes, and she lolled forwards, straight into the familiar hands of Ivan. Soon enough, the helmet was removed, and Elissa's pink hair cascaded free, down her back and almost reaching the floor. The girl attempted to raise a hand to rub at one of her horns, only to drop it before it made it half way. She was so frail...so thin.

So dependant.

At the mention of test, Elissa's body went into the regular panic that it fell into whenever they were mentioned. She was hurt, most often brutally too. They would test her vectors, test her reactions, her speed. Her strength. Elissa remembered one particularly horrific test;

"Initiate Procedure 2," barked the researcher. Back in Elissa's previous holding facility, every member of staff resented her after she brutally murdered the Head of Science located there. She was held in a tiled room, line with obsidian of course, and strung up by cuffs to her wrists. The cuffs were tight, and the sharp edges cut into her skin with the slighest of movements. Her head was held back by a metal collar that was chained to the wall, and her feet were cuffed to the lower part of the wall, at floor level. The strain on her torso and her hips was unbearable.

A heavy computer operated gun was brought into the room by a very nervous intern, who swiftly took his leave and locked the door behind him. Slowly the gun aimed towards Elissa, and fired a scatter bullet towards her. Her vectors swung themselves up, grabbing the bullets and dropping them to the floor. "Next." Sniper bullet. "Next." Incendiary. "Dammit! How can those vectors put out the fire from the incendiary? Fire the armour piercing bullet."
"But...Ma'am..."
"DO IT!"
The bullet screamed towards Elissa, bursting straight through her vectors. Elissa managed to arch her torso so it just grazed her side. It did still leave a large, gaping wound. Tears dripped down Elissa's blood splattered face.
"Stop it..."
"Is she...talking to us? Ma'am, she's never uttered a word!"
"Well! What did she say?!"
"Stop it....stop it....stop it.....stop it....stop it...please...stop it..."
"I can't quite hear her ma'am..."
"Dammit i'll go down there myself!"
The woman, the researcher, ignored all warnings and stormed into the room. She removed the collar around the girl's neck and grabbed her chin roughly, drawing her hand back and slapping the girl across both cheeks until they were as red as the blood. The lady let go of Elissa's chin.
"I said...STOP IT!!!" Elissa screamed, sending the woman reeling away. Elissa sobbed, almost uncontrollably, for a short period, before the sobbing morphed into laughter that increased in volume and pitch until it closely resembled a cackle. The vectors reared up, almost reaching the ceiling of the room, and then whizzed towards the woman. In a flash the woman was seperated at every joint, leaving her head on the torso to fall to the stained ground. Elissa's body and the surrounding area appeared they were painted with a vibrant crimson. In the next instant, alarms rang out and calls were made to high security facilities."


Elissa's body shook with the memory, her frail hands gripping Ivan's arms. "Daddy...daddy...oh daddy will they hurt me again? Please don't let them Daddy..." she sobbed, her breathing tearing out in gasps.

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Victor sighed as he returned to his office, rolling his eyes from his failed search of the head of the facility. He walked into a room, everything having somekind of small cat statue or little owl statue sitting somewhere of all shapes and sizes. Also, cesare sat at another desk with his father's laptop. Victor smiled and patted his son's head.

"Did anyone come by?"

"No, but you got an email."

"Come, let me see it."

Cesare hissed somewhat, causing victor to lean some to see what his son was doing. Angry Birds. A sure way to make anyone rage and rage quit. Child or adult. Victor lifted the computer above his son's head (to the protest of his little lycan son) to check the offending message. Though what he got made him want to rage just as much as not getting the last green pig in angry birds. It was the specs from his first subject in this facility, and at a time where he would want to relax and help his son get accustomed to his new surrounding and lay down some ground rules before heading off to his work. In the very least he was getting paid for this, but on the other hand he was risking his son becoming a subject for the amusement of the staff.

Victor looked over to Cesare. He was harmless enough at this age, even with being half lycan (although what kind of lycan was still unknown as far as he knew), but this was a facillity where subjects where subjected to the most cruel of experiments and tests. He didn't want that for his son, come the occation that someone where to find out about Cesare's true nature.

Cesare, turned to his father, his ears exposed and twitching as he looked to his sire. "Dad? Are you alright?" he asked, noticing the grimice on his father's face. Victor perked up at the question and put on a smirk. "I'm fine. Something came up for me sooner then I expected Csar. I have to go look into it." Victor stood from his chair and patted his son on his head, between his ears. Cesare groaned in disapproval. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise. And put a hat on when someone comes to the door. If their looking for me, tell them I've gone out." Cesare nodded, watching his dad walk out the door and closing it behind him. The lycan child smirked, sneaking back to the computer for another round of angry birds.
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Victor made his way down to level 3, mentaliy re-reading parts e-mail he had recived for his first subject.

Subject 582. Six foot 2 inches. Threat level: extreme. Otherwise moderily dangerous.

He sighed as made his way cell 3C, with keyboard in hand. Most of it though was covered in doodles by his son. Shaking his head in how silly, but surprisingly detailed they where he looked unto the cell. Seeing a male, human looking physically, but restrained at the arms and legs. He looked down at his clip board, scribbling down any notes that came to mind. He refused to treat his subjects as beasts. He tapped the bars attempting to get the humanoid's attention. "Hello? I hope my colleges haven't given you a hard time and I apologize in their place if they have. I am Victor and will be taking care of you for the duration of your stay here. If there anything I can do for you while I'm here? " He said as politly as he could as he glanced at the doctor some ways away from him. She had a beast he recognised from his studies of drow and dark elves. A draegloth, a sacred beast to some enclaves of dark elves. Lone ones where usually the result of the death of the clan they there birthed from. He narrowed his eyes in envy. 'Lucky..' he thought to himself, turning back to his subject.

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Anja on Tume

Her weeping subsided, Anja regains an upright sitting position in the corner of her cell. She did not mean to hurt Dr. Coulton, but her thoughts hurt everyone, because she is thoughtlessly hurt by everyone else... With a delicate, pale hand, she rubs her right eye, and waits for the doctor to return, most likely to send her for testing today.

Instead of resuming her crying, she tries to go back to that happy place she saw before, time and time again - not simply to shed fear of what may lie ahead, but to keep the beacons of hope lit for what is yet to be written.

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Archie Peters

Archie pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his noes, as they slid further down his face with the rhythmn of his jogging. He was late, again, and ran eagerly to meet his subject. Swingining his satchel around to his front, he rummaged through it and found his notes on his new subject, Anja. From the photo, she was a sweet little thing, with big, pleading eyes. On arrival, Archie greeted Anja's old scientist. "Hai. Uhm...Jessica told me she wants to see you about a referral..." he revealed, rubbing the back of his head.

Once Coulton had left, Archie turned to face the small purple mass in the pen. "Hello Anja, my name is Dr Peters, but you can call me Archie." The man crouched down, after having a flick through the notes again. "It's alright Anja, Dr Coulton has to leave for a while, I'm here to take his place. Come here, introduce yourself," he asked, moving to sit on the floor outside the cell. Archie was quite laid back about this, considering Anja was a level 3. Maybe he was just naive.

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Jessica Saunders

Jessica clicked her pen as she walked away from the cell of Setsugetsuka. "Hmm...I wonder what would be the right test. Oh, Illusions hmm? I wonder how he'd react to a hallucinogen..." she pondered, filling in the 'test type' box on the form in front of her with 'Hallucinogen Gas' The facility had a chamber for such tests, with restraints and limited weaponry. The plan was to test Setsu's reactions to hallucinogens, and see how long he lasted with different strength gases. She filled in that too.

Next was Elissa's tests. Jessica was a cruel, cold woman, so she left the choice up to the subject's scientist, Ivan. The lady made her way to Ivan and Elissa, pleased to see that Elissa was out of the chamber already. "Ah, convinent. She needs her first test of the day, Ivan. What that is, i'll let you decide. I trust you have a copy of her records?" she revealed, walking past and towards the office. There, she handed in the test submission to the receptionist. "I need this booked, as soon as possible please. Subject name; Setsugetsuka."

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Setsu found himself sobbing after the woman left. He tucked himself into a ball and cried softly, reliving his happier memories even if they were just a lie...Anything but imagining what these whitecoats will do to him. As he felt himself fill up with paranoia despite his efforts of distracting those thoughts, Setsu started to scratch at the eyepatch that was buckled to his face. It was awfully itchy...It was so tempting to just remove it for a while.
''NO.'' the boy scolded himself ''No...no taking it off unless told to..that's what mother always said...or I'll see things...'' he mumbled to himself in a somewhat delarious manner. Setsu wondered why they just didn't send him to some insane asylum. He'd fit right in...Anywhere but here, where lives are merely toys to be used and broken by people who wanted to play god.

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Sonia

Sonia noted the creature's arrogant composure, nodding at each of his points. "I will get a guard to loosen your restraints. I trust you fully understand the consequences for assaulting the personnel here- let's do us both a favour and follow the rules... for the time being," at this she smiled nervously, then looked the creature in the eyes. "Look. I have a big long list of things that I'm supposed to go over with you, but we're both tired so I'll just get to the main point. If you can do your best to answer these questions, I will leave you alone to rest and make sure that nobody bothers you for the rest of the day."

Sonia cleared her throat, then raised her clipboard. "Where were you born, what species are you, and what are you capable of? If you don't respond, I'm going to have to run some diagnostic tests on you and, let's face it, we both are not in the mood for that right now.