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4261A: Jane

"I was going to kill him, but then I got hungry..."

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a character in “Beasts of Burden: Prototype Psi”, as played by Tilt

Description

4261A: Jane


Age: 23

Picture: Image
Additional Appearance: Jane is tall and slender, with green-tinted skin and dark hair. She keeps her hair tied back into a ponytail.

Outfit and equipment: On business, Jane wears a dark-colored body suit fitted with bullet-proof plates. On pleasure, she always looks as if she just finished working out. She is constantly wearing cotton stretch pants and tank tops, she owns nothing but sneakers. She forgoes personal style for practicality. She keeps a small arsenal with her when she works: a sniper rifle, a pistol, and a hunting knife. Make and style are interchangeable to her. She works with what she's given.

Weapon: She has a knack and a preference for hand-to-hand combat, so her weapon of choice is a pair of metal gauntlets with serrated edges.

Faction: Psi

Power: Energy absorption and conversion. Jane is able to convert light energy (especially UV light) into usable energy. When fully charged, she hardly sleeps or eats and rarely get's fatigued. The extra energy boosts her metabolism, immune system, nervous system, everything. The overall effect of all of this is that Jane is amazingly hard to catch or damage. Her reflexes are much sharper than average, she's more relentless, and she heals at three times the rate of a normal human. On top of all of this, Jane is also able to re-emit the energy she absorbs in a kind of wave energy that inflames nerve endings. This attack can cause, at its least intensity, a vague, seemingly-causeless sense of unease and , at its worst, an incapacitating, burning sensation all over the body. She's able to aim this only at one person at a time and only someone she can see.

Animal: Jane is one of the only Psi's ever combined with a plant, in her case Sugarcane.

Background: 4261A along with her brother 4261B were sold to OKARI when they were about two months old. Their mother was a drug addict who had wanted to get an abortion, but was too far along for a legal one. When the babies were born, she was overwhelmed, both emotionally and financially, by two babies at once. In the end, she was more interested in making some quick cash than working through her problems with her children. She heard through a series of shady contacts that she could give up her babies to OKARI for $6000 cash for the both of them. She happily gave them up. The scientists labeled the two 4261A and B and then gave A the designation Jane. They were giddy at the thought of having two such genetically similar specimen and immediately began to infuse them with foreign DNA, this time of plants rather than animals. They chose sugarcane for Jane, a hardy and highly efficient plant.

Jane excelled in all tasks set before her. She never expressed any outward discomfort with her fate in OKARI. She's never known any other life. She was the perfect soldier, obedient to the point of almost mechanical precision. Her only incident happened when she was fourteen. She drove one of the scientists into a stroke, tortured him for two days and one night, about 36 hours straight. The broken scientist had to be carried out of the room Jane barricaded the two of them into and has since barely recovered. She was punished and from that point on, wore an inhibiting microchip at the base of her skull, meant to inflict pain upon her if she used her power in a way that OKARI didn't like. It was never discovered why she attacked this scientist with such viciousness. She told her disciplinarians that it was because she was curious about what she could do.

Personality: Jane is sociopathic. This is not to be confused with sadism. She doesn't take joy in other people's pain, she just has no aversion to it. Jane could not possibly care any less about the world around her, people included. Because she was treated as a science experiment for all of her formative years, it's exceptionally rare that she makes emotional connections. Jane is without morals or shame. She is good at watching and mimicking, so she can appear completely normal when she wants to. When she puts on an act, she acts completely. When she lies, she does it without remorse. When she hurts or kills people, she doesn't think of it. At the moment, Jane follows orders because there's no reason not to and it's all she knows. She's toyed with the idea of escape, but she's smart enough not to attempt something she can't finish. Jane herself is completely self-centered, but not self-deluded. She knows her limitations and is adept at covering those limitations by manipulating others. When she isn't pretending, she has a very lazy, languid demeanor about her, one that is completely self-assured.

Involvement with OKARI: Jane was sold to the Okari. She knows no other life.



Miscellaneous: Her brother, 4261B: John, is the only person Jane cares about as much as herself, possibly even more. Jane would kill for John. Happily.

So begins...

4261A: Jane's Story

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Character Portrait: Irene Thompson Character Portrait: 4261A: Jane Character Portrait: 4261B: John
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The others had a Before. Jane knew; she had tricked, wheedled, pried, and beat the story out of just about everyone one way or another. The others had a time when things were different, a Before and a Now with a thick red line in between. John pulled the pictures out of their heads and showed them to her sometimes. In the others' memories, arms cradled against them, tucking them away from the world. There were no doctors, no tests, no constant presences that lingered in the air. Privacy. Then, the line was drawn, and all they knew was the light from the holding vats. Jane had seen the holding vats from the outside before. She didn't remember her time in them. She had been too young. The memories after the vats matched her own.

John had another word for what Jane called the Before. He called it a life. And every time he called it that she asked him, if that was life, what had they been doing for the last twenty-three years? He never answered her. He just played her favorite song into the air around them.

Jane sat, staring at the two pieces of paper for a long time, not speaking. John was rummaging through his drawers, looking for something inconsequential. He was making a lot of noise, muttering to himself and letting little flickers of this or that image float through the air. Normally it annoyed her, but the puzzle in her hand was too big to be ignored.

4261A: Psi

4261B: Beta


"What does it mean, John?" she said.

"Have you been stealing my belts again?" John answered. Jane nodded. John rolled his eyes. "Did you kill anyone with it?" Jane shook her head.

"I did strongly imply it. That new girl, the Eagle one, she needed to be brought in line." John huffed and then pulled out a different belt, threading it through the loops in his jeans.

"Use your own clothes next time," he grumbled. He ambled across the room and snatched the papers out of her hand. There was a sharp pain in Jane's finger and she hissed, clutching her hand against her chest. Paper cut. She shot John an accusing look, but he was focused on the papers. Sighing, Jane watched the cut as it knit itself together and turned dull pink instead of red. It would be healed in the next few hours.

"I don't know. They're probably just different working teams," John said. Even as he spoke, he could feel his skin tingling, a dull itching sensation all over. "Jane, either cut it out or go obsess in your own room," he snapped. Jane frowned, but closed her eyes and made an effort to reel her emotions in. It didn't occur to her to apologize and John didn't expect it of her.

"All prototypes, please report to the commons. All prototypes, please report to the commons."

John grinned and slung an arm around his sister's shoulders. "Orientation," he said, leading her out of the room. "On the outside, it has something to do with school, or something like that," he told her. He created doppelgangers of himself as they walked, soundless but solid that crowded the rest of the prototypes away from them and left their path clear. He knew how irritable she got when she was jostled.

"I don't like that we have different designations," Jane said. John shrugged.

"I don't like purple," he answered as they came into the Commons. He led them to the first set of tables he saw, already occupied by another prototype, Irene he thought her name was, and sat Jane down before hopping up to perch himself on the table top.

"Morning, Irene," he said brightly. Jane snorted and put her head down on the table, her arms folded underneath her cheek.

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Several other prototypes entered, but Irene ignored them all. She had nothing to say that was of any value so the best option for her was silence. Two of the prototypes who entered the room sat near her at the table. The man happily greeted her and she decided to look up. The man had light grey eyes and dark hair. His skin seemed to have an odd green tint that was similar to the woman beside him. She realized she had seen them before here and she began looking for a name. John perhaps, but numbers also came to mind. She wasn't entirely sure so she decided to not use the name she had come up with. All these thoughts flashed through her mind in a few seconds, a blank look on her face, before she responded.

"Morning." The greeting had no warmth in it; not much of anything really. It sounded more like a statement of the fact that it was morning than like any sort of greeting. However, John now had Irene's attention, at least for the moment. She studied his face, noting his features, before turning her gaze to the woman. She had similar features to John, with dark hair and green tinted skin. She also seemed to share some of his facial features and Irene thought it was likely that they were siblings.

Her musings were interrupted by the entrance of a man who immediately called out for their attention. His voice rasped in a way that made Irene want to cringe. He sounded like he needed to cough, but was holding it back. He appeared to be a scientist and was holding a clipboard that he immediately began reading out to them in that irritating voice. She took out the card she had been given from a back pocket before looking more closely at the bottom line. Psi. It seemed she would stay there. She began wondering what the distinction was. would they just be assigned different kinds of missions, or was it something worse than that.

In either case, she wondered whether the Psi or the Beta would get the short end of the stick.

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Character Portrait: Michael Lorentz Character Portrait: Vasanta "Vein" Grey Character Portrait: 4261A: Jane Character Portrait: Francis Washington Character Portrait: Cyrus Vanbruke
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V E I N


When the man laughed at her comments, the smallest of smiles graced her plump, peachy lips. She truly enjoyed it when others appreciated her as much as she appreciated herself, and acknowledging her comedic nature could easily put you in a good standing with the woman almost immediately, as if smoothing out her feathers. No one around here had a sense of humor. She cleared her throat to make sure she didn't seem too delighted, but her smugness could not go unnoticed. She stole another glance at him.

“A peanut allergy or a recreational game huh? Well most sports games imply team work, so we should at least introduce ourselves right? I’m Francis Washi
” the man had begun, and she drank in his appearance as he spoke. He had a way of talking to the whole room, a commanding presence, she'd note. He was interrupted by the grumpy academic. “I'm calling bullshit,” He had sighed. Vein nodded her head empathetically as if to say "fair enough". She could understand his concern. His objection wasn't outrageous in the slightest, knowing OKARI. It wasn't a surprise when the droopy looking doctor who was leading the Betas out of the room refused the spectacled guy. When it came down to it, it didn't matter what any of them did. The organization that ran them would ravage them, fully and violently, until they'd had enough. There was no escaping it, no rebeling. It was a futile fight, but one she could respect nonetheless.

You could feel confrontation sizzling in the air like a static charge and Vein merely continued to watch the scene with a mild amount of amusement. She appreciated the spunk the Betas had. That said, when can that had been turned into a killing device was hurled at the doctor's head, and Vein didn't even attempt to act concerned for his well being. She did, however, react when the projectile was ripped into slivers and gauged the floor. "Holy shit," Vein breathed, looking about the room for the person responsible for this act. Her nonvocalized question was answered almost immediately as that man with the fringey coat began to speak. Her eyes caught onto a wire that was - "Woah, is that around his throat?" She couldn't even hear what he had to say, too distracted by analyzing his powers to listen. She only heard him say, "Can we get this going along, Betas?" Vein hadn't even realized that her muscles were slightly tensed, but as soon as she did, she went back to the incredibly languid body language she'd possessed before, lounging in her hair with her hands entwined behind her neck. She sniffed and nodded her head. "Huh. That's pretty bad ass." she commented, an observation rather than a compliment.

Then "Francis Washi-" began to talk again. "Since it seems like we'll be involved with each other for the moment. Having a name to a face is much more beneficial in any team situation, especially if its football," she snorted here, "so why not introduce yourselves. Like i was about to say, i'm Francis Washington, just call me Wash. I enjoy painting and long walks on beaches. It's a pleasure to finally be able meet you all" Jane introduced herself first, and Vein hummed. She wondered what her brother's name had been and tried not to recognize that she just used past tense when referring to him.

"Alright, my name's Vein. I occassionally turn into a walking shard of crystal in my free time." she drawled, taking another sip from her flask after her introduction. "And if I'd have known this would have been socialite hour, I woulda gotten drunk off my ass beforehand."

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Character Portrait: Zakhar Hahn Goff Character Portrait: Anrie "Line" Ackerman Character Portrait: Irene Thompson Character Portrait: 4261A: Jane
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Zakhar Hahn Goff




It had been a struggle to follow the words with the constantly noisy events poking at his attention, but Zak had finally made it to the last page. He tossed the rugged chunk of paper onto the table and glanced to the side. What a waste of time. The others hadn't seemed so bad. The comical anecdotes coming from a few tables down had not been as much in his taste, as the interest peaked by the women who had been telling them.

More intrigued was he by the girl that had simply stated her name. Perhaps he would converse with her and the others. He stood from his seat, his gangling build allowed for sharp anchorage, his body thin but strongly built, and his arms long with enough toned muscle to make for an over-all appealing torso.

He never minded the company of others, but seeing as he was quite awkward with social interaction, an ice breaker would be sought. He had always kept close ties with the staff of OKARI, tossing meaningless compliments every which way. It had gotten him far, insurmountably creating quite the suck-up. He didn't mind the title, it meant nothing to him. Nor did any of the doctors, nurses, or even kitchen maids, whom's favor he had easily hooked around his finger.

Making his way to the furthest wall, where two metallic blinds covered what was a service counter that had offered him many meals before, he tapped softly on the wall behind him. The blinds quickly opened, and a woman in her mid-thirties leaned out, craning her neck to search for the source of the tapping.

"Oh, Zakhar." She smiled the affable smile that Zak so commonly over looked. "What can I get you?"

"Coffee." He flashed the woman with three fingers, an explanatory request that she took immediately, ducking back under the blinds and soon returning with three fresh cups of coffee.

"Mrs. Rosenburg." He stepped in front of the counter, a hand in his pocket as he leaned forward, his fingers reaching towards the woman's chest for a beaded necklace with a small diamond on the end. He lifted the jewel gently on the tip of his finger without hesitation, glancing up at the woman who was now red in the face. "This is new."

"Why.. why yes. My husband gave it to me last week."

"Lovely." He had let the diamond slip from his finger as he leaned back out through the window, snatching the three cups of coffee and making his way back to the tables. Even to him, this voice showed a tone of aloofness, but never-the-less, the woman smiled before shutting the blinds once more.

He set the three coffees at the table that the Jane girl had claimed. They were all quite attractive, the three women who had taken base so timidly together. Yet they stayed quiet, awkward in their own little bubble, as if all of this would come to an end, and they would never have to speak to each other again.

"Zakhar." The introduction had been directed towards Jane, a parody of sorts. It had also been an attempt to get a few words from the others. He separated the coffees, handing one to the girl with glasses, then Jane, and the last to the girl, who had features almost boyish compared to the others. "It will wake you up." He gestured to the coffee.

All in all, he was a socially acceptable person. The awkward limits of conversation bared a heavy mark on his personality, but gaining the trust of others was an important factor when you were a killing machine. It was something new to him, "friendship". However, it was something to do, and he was running quite short on books to read.

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Character Portrait: Zakhar Hahn Goff Character Portrait: Michael Lorentz Character Portrait: Vasanta "Vein" Grey Character Portrait: Irene Thompson Character Portrait: 4261A: Jane Character Portrait: Francis Washington
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Irene's gaze went immediately to the door, interested in the spectacle. It seemed a couple of the Betas, a dark haired woman and this "Mr.Lorentz", were not happy with the total lack of information. It looked like it would dissolve into a fight, probably with the scientist being killed or worse. Lorentz hurled a spike at the man. It was made of some aluminum that he had been messing with before that probably had been a pop can. Irene calmly wondered if his power was simply manipulation of objects, or if it was something more complex than that. Suddenly, wires darted out from a man that Irene hadn't noticed before. One of the wires that hadn't sliced the spike, and the floor, wrapped around the scientist's neck. The mysterious man then got them going to their destination. It was supposedly some meeting, though Irene doubted that was the whole truth. With that, the Betas shuffled down the hall and out of sight.

With almost half of the prototypes now out of the room, Irene was feeling ever so slightly more comfortable. She was used to waiting quietly, though the first while she had been here she hated never knowing what was going on, she eventually became used to it. Now, however, some of the other Psi were trying to start conversation and get to know each other. She decided it would be a nice change, and she listened attentively to each introduction.

The first man, who started the conversation, said his name is Francis Washington, Wash for short, and some nonsense about painting and walking on the beach. He was a tall man with long, dark hair drawn back into a ponytail. The next was Jane, whose brother had greeted Irene. She hoped that he would be alright, but quickly pushed the thought away. It was useless to worry or become attached at a place like this where everyone was replacable. Next was the woman who called herself Vein. She seemed confident, even showing a sarcastic sense of humor that Irene found refreshing in all this blandness.

While the others were introdicing themselves, the man who had seemed busy reading a book apparently finished and was talking to a woman at the service counter. A moment later, he set a few cups of coffee infront of them while introducing himself as Zakhar. She nodded at him with an abrupt, "Thank you," before introducing herself. "I am Irene Thompson. You may call me whatever you wish, I don't much care." The statment didnt seem to be to anyone in particular, but to everyone in the room. She calmly sipped the coffee, enjoying the warmth and bitterness. It did wake her up a bit, and she enjoyed it.

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Character Portrait: Zakhar Hahn Goff Character Portrait: Vasanta "Vein" Grey Character Portrait: Anrie "Line" Ackerman Character Portrait: Irene Thompson Character Portrait: 4261A: Jane Character Portrait: Francis Washington
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Anrie Ackerman

Anrie sat still in her chair as the betas completely left. The room’s babble lessened once more before the man who had been chatty since the moment he had came in spoke up again. This time she listened in, getting the sense that she would be passing time with these people whether she wanted too or not.

"Since it seems like we'll be involved with each other for the moment. Having a name to a face is much more beneficial in any team situation, especially if its football, so why not introduce yourselves. Like I was about to say, I'm Francis Washington, just call me Wash. I enjoy painting and long walks on beaches. It's a pleasure to finally be able meet you all" Anrie gazed at him, wondering how he could talk so much in a situation like this where he was surrounded by possibly dangerous people and had the chance that many of them not want to talk, might simply hate him for saying anything at all. She nibbled on the inside of her cheek, a subtle sign of displeasure.

However, she waited patiently. Anrie would introduce herself in a moment when she had gathered the information from the others. How would she do it? Was a simple greeting efficient? Did they want all her hobbies? Anrie realized she was still gawking and lowered her gaze to her lap to think but a feminine voice, sounding restless, paused her thoughts and made her raise her gaze to find the speaker. “Jane.” Anrie straightened in her seat, finding that perhaps she could find a balance in the conversational technique. If she could use a friendly approach and yet find simplicity at the same time, approval would be secured. ‘Hello. I’m Anrie Ackerman. Pleased to meet you
No that wouldn’t work. Is it too formal? How would I greet Santaio? A variation of that would perhaps work. I’m pleased to meet all of you. My name is Anrie Ackerman. Ahah!’ She found the answer to her trouble right as the next woman spoke. "Alright, my name's Vein. I occassionally turn into a walking shard of crystal in my free time." Vein drawled, taking another sip from her flask after her introduction. "And if I'd have known this would have been socialite hour, I woulda gotten drunk off my ass beforehand." Anrie placed a hand to her lips hiding the inner chuckle that didn't quite make it to her outside appearance but was there in her mind. The woman certainly had funny jokes for being such a seemingly rowdy person. Anrie brushed off the amusement and restlessly took her raised hand to brush a strand of hair behind her ear and return to her own introduction.

She started to speak but a coffee cup settled down in front of her and she quieted, following the hand up to see the red-haired man. "Zakhar." Anrie nodded, and put the face to the name like she had done for the others. He seemed rather agreeable compared to her first analysis of his attitude. "It will wake you up." He gestured to the coffee but Anrie glanced to the last person to speak up and waited before she did anything. Her expression bordered on calm boredom and interest, which was an odd combination. "Thank you," The woman spoke to Zakhar before beginning, "I am Irene Thompson. You may call me whatever you wish, I don't much care." Irene sipped at her coffee and Anrie contemplated her attitude. Maybe Irene felt the same way she did? The answer was most likely not. She looked down at the sophisticated looking coffee cup sitting in front of her and she felt the corner of her lips pull ever so slightly. Almost a smile but the feeling faded as soon as it came and she exhaled serenely.

Anrie tenderly reached forward and curled her hands around the warm cup, looking into the depths of the black liquid as she prepared her own introduction, going over the key points again. Perfection was the first key.

“Thank you, Zakhar. I’m pleased to meet you all. My name is Anrie Ackerman. I hope that we will all experience pleasant times together.” She raised her eyes and cast them over the people surrounding her, emotionless strength whispering from her crimson gaze. She truly hoped that the future would bode well and that she would not be facing these people in battle. For one to have bloodstained hands was for one to place a responsibility upon their shoulders. She didn’t believe in this rule. She killed because it was necessary and if any of them became something that was necessary to kill, she could not hesitate no matter her feelings on it. Anrie raised the cup gingerly and took a small sip.

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Character Portrait: Zakhar Hahn Goff Character Portrait: Vasanta "Vein" Grey Character Portrait: Anrie "Line" Ackerman Character Portrait: Irene Thompson Character Portrait: 4261A: Jane Character Portrait: Francis Washington
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Frustration seemed to pound through every single of beat of her slender fingers as the sibling tapped her nails against the table. Her restlessness showed in the tension of her shoulders and the inclination of discontent in her gaze. A gaze which seemed to refuse acceptance of anyone within that cold room. “Jane” She’d said simply without looking up to address anyone.

“Thank you, Jane” Francis bowed.

Briefly, his sharp eyes observed Jane with hint of sorrow, like a farmer to his sick livestock before he sat down as if stepping of stage. Francis’ handsome face came to rest against his hand as he waited patiently for the introduction of the others. His constant grin implying his wry amusement. He didn’t have to wait long.

"Alright, my name's Vein. I occasionally turn into a walking shard of crystal in my free time." Vein drawled, taking another sip from her flask. Francis’ hazel eyes followed the motion up and down as if it where natural. "And if I'd have known this would have been socialite hour, I woulda gotten drunk off my ass beforehand." He chuckled lightly at the remark, the words suiting her prior action perfectly.

Temporarily, Vein’s lips betrayed the slightest hint of a smile and perhaps amusement at Francis’ mannerisms. Francis hummed in return to her introduction, his soft features contradicting her boldness. He appreciated her good sense of humor, a rare quality in a place such as this. “Ha, Never fear, I’m sure plenty of other opportunities will present themselves in future” He greeted her with another smile, his voice filled with mirth. His other hand gestured with a nonchalant wave whilst he looked towards her flask once more. “Besides, I always hear it’s more enjoyable to drink in the presence of others, particularly ones as raggedy as us”

Quite suddenly, the red haired man stood up, a tiny, dissatisfied twitch of his mouth the only indication of his thoughts. As if on some hidden signal, one of his long, spider-like limbs had discarded his book to the side like a dead fly. That book that he’d been so keenly reading over the course of the orientation. Zahkar was his name. A creature guided by fickle whims it seemed. Francis had merely nodded his head in agreement when the man returned with a trio of steaming cups in hand.

Another woman did likewise and nodded her thanks as she simultaneously addressed Zakhar and the group, "Thank you, I am Irene Thompson. You may call me whatever you wish, I don't much care." Her face gave of a contented look as she sipped from the warm liquid. Irene's calm figure exuded a quiet confidence and like Vein, she was bold, but bold in action as opposed to emotion.

“Thank you, Zakhar. I’m pleased to meet you all. My name is Anrie Ackerman. I hope that we will all experience pleasant times together.” Anrie was last but not least. Her quiet introduction only came after much deliberation as her mouth struggled to form the right words. She’d startled him at first, with her crimson eyes and a staunch gaze which contradicted her tender figure. Like before, her thoughts became a mystery to him. Her introduction was delivered without any inflection of emotion, her voice and attitude verging on boredom and indifference. Still, he was glad that she'd spoken at all. It meant that she wasn't completely opposed to the idea of socialising. He had to resist the urge of teasing these two woman, Irene and Anrie, their quiet personalities fueling his curiosity. Instead he settled his attention on the distinct smell of tobacco once more.

Zakhar had lit a cigarette once more in reply before speaking, the smoke hovering over his face, "Nice to meet you."

At that, Francis clapped once, apparently taking a moment to gaze at them all as he rubbed his hands together. “That’s everyone! Well done team Psi! And fear not
” He commended them all with his delighted expression, his white grin almost gleaming under the light. “No matter what situations may arise in future, no matter your pasts, I can earnestly say that is my greatest pleasure to be able to meet you all now. We all share a similar fate, so at the very least lets enjoy ourselves for the moment. These meetings don't come often afterall”

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Character Portrait: Zakhar Hahn Goff Character Portrait: Michael Lorentz Character Portrait: Vasanta "Vein" Grey Character Portrait: Anrie "Line" Ackerman Character Portrait: Irene Thompson Character Portrait: 4261A: Jane
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John hesitated over the threshold, not because he was surprised at the room (he had long ago stopped being surprised at the range of environments housed in the OKARI base), but because stepping into the room was like falling underwater, like stuffing his head with cotton. He couldn't see into anyone's head anymore. There were no more sights or sounds filtering through his head. He stifled his reaction and sauntered over to the cushy, generic-looking couch. He threw him self down on it, so that he was sprawled lazily over one corner.

"It's probably just another test," he said with deliberate loudness. He had no doubt that they were being monitored in some way by someone. If there was a fight coming, he was more comfortable playing the dumb blonde than announcing his intentions. And if any of the other Betas were convinced by them and could be made into human shields, so be it.

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Jane was annoyed when Francis accepted her curt introduction with charm and graciousness. The chatty girl called herself Vein, which was stupid. She kept petulantly silent, closing her eyes. John wasn't hurt. He wasn't panicked. Maybe she was overreacting...

"Zakhar." Her musings were interrupted when the crimson-haired boy set a hot cup of coffee in front of her. Jane almost thought he had made a joke the way he introduced himself. She eyed the cup he put in front of her, before taking it and drinking it down. She wouldn't even admit to herself that the small twinge she felt was gratitude. She sipped the drink while tapping her nails against the table, a staccato rhythm to accompany her agitation. Her fury only rose the longer they spoke and exchanged pleasantries. The girl who bored her was Anrie, the girl who stared was Irene (though apparently Jane had express permission to find a name more suitable), and golly gee, weren't they all just so thrilled to be together forever! Finally, she slapped her palm down on the table, hard.

"Pardon my manners," she snarled, "But I just want to be clear. Are we only pretending to engage in inane chatter while God know who decides who knows what about our immediate futures, or are we actually that dense?"

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Vein agreed with Francis' incentive and, as if to show it, tilted her container to the room, took another sip, and then pocketed it once more. Everyone else introduced themselves afterward, and she found that their names were Zahkar, Irene, and Anrie. She eyed the coffee that she didn't receive with a mild amount of bitterness, but she could understand why the red headed guy wouldn't have gotten her a cup as well. She was kind of an obnoxious asshole who still went by a call name she'd given herself when she was fourteen and "goth". She laughed at the word, and her own stupidity, and suddenly her desire for their coffee had vanished because she didn't really give a shit.

All of her "team mates" were weirdos, herself included, albeit they had their charms. Zakhar was awkward but sociable enough, Irene blunt but to the point, Anrie formulated by polite nonetheless, Francis chatty but well intentioned, Jane curt but the only one who didn't seem to be currently deluding herself. She wondered idly if they'd ever accomplish much of anything. Then Zak was lighting a cig and Vein considered fetching one of her own but didn't for the sake of not looking like some sort of mime.

Wash clapped his hands and began to spill out an inspirational speech. She had to applaud him for preaching to such an unmoved crowd. Clearly none of the other occupants in the room were easily enthused or even a little bit inspired, but he certainly tried. She could appreciate that kind of tenacity, though she was sure he must have been faking everything he said. No one could be that genuinely happy after OKARI. No one. So, even if she doubted his sincerity, it was noted that he gave effort to being a civil human being.

"Pardon my manners," Jane growled. "But I just want to be clear. Are we only pretending to engage in inane chatter while God know who decides who knows what about our immediate futures, or are we actually that dense?" she had said. Vein laughed, loud. She barked it out, not even trying to seem she didn't find the outburst hilarious- not making fun of her, but rather the other way around. Her spunk was refreshing, and her words rang with a truth that Vein had been thinking this entire time. Honestly, Vasanta was as frustrated with their situation as Jane seemed to be, so the vocalization was something she delighted in. She let her chuckles die out, and wiped a tear from her eye. "Pretty sure it's the latter of the two," she answered with a sigh, cracking her neck and giving one of those wry grins that really meant, "what the fuck are we doing here?"

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"Pardon my manners, but I just want to be clear. Are we only pretending to engage in inane chatter while God know who decides who knows what about our immediate futures, or are we actually that dense?"

The outburst had prodded at his nerves, interrupting his peaceful smoke. He caught the burning stick between to fingers and lifted it delicately from his lips, exhaling another batch of the filthy grey clouds that dimmed his poor vision even further. Slowly, his crimson eyes darted to the clarion who had played out of turn.

"Jane... was it?" His voice rattled behind his chest, the kind of raspy that brought both fear and fascination. His lungs pleaded for more of the thick smoke that calmed his nerves, and contained his urges to chain restraints in the back of his mind. He turned to Jane, dropping his cigarette to the ground, crushing the remains with his boot as he stepped closer to the table that separated he and the girl.

Planting his palms on the surface, he lowered himself to meet her gaze. It was almost humorous how ignorant she was. It had also irritated the hell out of him, and as much as he had 'hoped' to create sufficient relationships, he had no intentions of relating, supporting, or even enjoying the company a single person in sight.

He gestured slightly to his right, where cameras hung from the walls, scanning the room with their keen lens eyes. Just below, a guard stood, a belt of highly sophisticated equipment on hand, and to the right of him and close to the ceiling, a large one-way mirror kept watch of the activity below, enshrouding what he could only assume was a small staff of scientists, taking notes, watching tapes, and reporting every movement that they had made.


"If you object.." A grin had begun to form, simply derived from the imaginative pleasure of witnessing what could be her death. He locked his eyes onto hers, his expression dull, his head tilted to the side just enough to display a spark of entertainment as he spoke slowly, calmly, as though the subject taking in the words was no more than a simple child who had not understood the wrongs that had been committed.

"They. Will. Kill. You."

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Anrie Ackerman

Anrie took a healthy swallow from the teacup before holding it close, her pinky up elegantly as if she had no worries in the world. Inside her mind however, was a flurry of questions, remarks, and comments. She eyed the cigarette that Zakhar had pulled out conveniently and wondered; did the nicotine really help to relieved stress? If it did, perhaps it was a habit she should have tried. The mental image of her smoking however seemed uncool and she discarded the idea, returning to take another sip from her own drink but found that there was none to have. She set the cup down and narrowed her eyes, the first real sign of emotion in a desolate place.

Anrie raised her gaze and nodded slightly at Francis who had begun his constant babble again. This time it was to praise them for being good kids. Anrie would have blushed if Santaio had been in that chair saying those words. No, she would have blushed and cried tears of joy. She marveled if she would ever hear those beautiful words from her favorite person. The thought was enough to want to go running to ask right then and there. Anrie pushed the thoughts away to try and refocus her attention.

“No matter what situations may arise in future, no matter your pasts, I can earnestly say that is my greatest pleasure to be able to meet you all now. We all share a similar fate, so at the very least lets enjoy ourselves for the moment. These meetings don't come often after all” Anrie tilted her head, vaguely perturbed by his words. In no way at all did they share the same fate. Where she believed that they would die unfulfilled and lonely, she would live to be praised and loved. This made her expression relax into a serene blankness, as if in her own world once more.

However, a rather extreme movement broke her beautiful daydream into pieces. "Pardon my manners," Jane snarled, "But I just want to be clear. Are we only pretending to engage in inane chatter while God know who decides who knows what about our immediate futures, or are we actually that dense?" Anrie sighed lightly and clasped her hands in her lap. While lost in her thoughts she had forgotten where she was, and whom she happened to be surrounded by. Of course, she didn’t want to become estranged like the rest of them nor become friendly. She had almost accomplished losing sight of her mission at hand.

Vein began to laugh at the tiny woman’s remark as if it were the world’s funniest joke. Anrie scowled, not visibly able to be seen, but only noticeable by the bare quirk of her downturned lips. Her eyes were cold orbs hiding behind a mask, and behind that mask lay quiet annoyance. Vein spoke up after wiping her tears and stilling. "Pretty sure it's the latter of the two," Vein answered with a sigh, then proceeding to crack her neck in a masculine appearance, or at least it seemed masculine to Anrie. Then again, she couldn’t do it herself so maybe it was just jealously speaking. Anrie bit the inside of her lip reminding herself not to get carried away.

"Jane... was it?" Anrie perked, caught by the tone of his voice. Zakhar flicked his cigarette away, the movement causing Anrie to stiffen. He stepped closer to the table and she went so very still. So still, that she would have been a corpse if not for how she was sitting, watching very carefully as the situation unfolded. Zakhar placed his hands on the table meeting Jane’s gaze. Anrie didn’t bother to see the reaction of Jane. The slow display was interesting and she had no wish not to see what would happen next.

He gestured slightly to his right, where cameras hung from the walls, to where a guard stood, and to the large one-way mirror kept watch of the activity below probably hiding the scientists who had only study in mind. Anrie took this in, but then, she had already known of the watchful eye of OKARI.

"If you object.." A grin had begun to form on Zakhar’s face, one so cruel and vicious that she glanced at Jane briefly to see if there was an attack ongoing. Her breath caught, freezing in its track as excitement pulsed through her veins. The thing however that made her so stilled and so excited was that he had remained calm in voice ever since the beginning. It reeled you in and before you could realize it, you were caught in its web, unable to run.

"They. Will. Kill. You." Anrie let out the breath she had been holding and pulled her gaze away to stare down at the table. It was the truth. Disobeying orders would get you killed. You were here not because you wanted to be. They were here because they had a job to do and unfortunately, OKARI has chosen them to do it without failure. She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly to prepare her words. “I agree. Most of us here probably know that they have a plan for us. However, with that in mind, OKARI won’t tell us all the details. Only the one’s that matter, to get whatever job it is done.” Anrie opened her eyes slowly, watching her fingers fidget and rearrange themselves on her lap. “My suggestion is to wait to see what they ask of us and then to act based on that.” She went silent, and raised her gaze to view the others with her calm exterior. The chatter had been better than this atrocity of a conversation, she mused.

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There was one long beat of silence after Jane's outburst, the kind of silence that was just an instant longer than normal. Jane knew what that silence was. It was the sound of breaking the fourth wall, addressing the audience. It was the extra beat that came when you forgot to play along and pretend that they were anywhere other than the center of lab rat's maze, no more loved or valued than an expensive microscope.

And then the beat was over and Vein laughed. She laughed long and hard. John had played her the sound of laughter from outside before. Vein laughed easily, without malice, but it seemed to Jane that laughter was never quite so bitter on the outside. She laughed for too long and wiped a tear from her eye when she was done. "Pretty sure it's the latter of the two," she said.

Zakhar sighed from the other end of the room. "Jane... was it?" he said. Jane didn't answer as he flicked his cigarette away and moved closer to her table. He laid his palms flat on the table and leaned down so that his mismatched eyes were on Jane's level. His closeness immediately set Jane on edge and her lips curled back into a snarl. He flicked a wrist to their right where the ever present army of cameras, guards, and scientists watched impassively, so unobtrusive that you could almost fool yourself into believing that they weren't even there. The fact was, they were so present that sometimes they did seem invisible, like the air around them. "If you object..." Zakhar said, a slow smile creeping across his face. "They. Will. Kill. You."

Slowly, carefully, Jane planted her own fists against the table and stood, leaning forward into Zakhar's gaze so that their foreheads almost touched. This was life in OKARI. A constant struggle to keep your place. Jane didn't feel pain the way others did, a trait that normally made her more calculated, but now, the knowledge and her agitation made her reckless. Zakhar's attitude infuriated her. She narrowed her eyes.

"Yeah, it was," she said, her voice pitched low to match his. "My name, I mean. It's Jane." The scientists had learned that adrenaline kicked her power into high gear, turning the light energy she absorbed into usable fuel for her body. The world around her sharpened and she was more aware of Zakhar's deep, even breath. Her muscles felt stretched tight and ready.

It was what she needed. Something immediate and pressing. Violence of any kind, even just the threat, had always had a calming effect on her. It forced her to think clearly when she would normally let herself be carried away. She had been letting the power build, planning on unleashing it all at Zakhar at once, but Anrie's voice shook her out of her thoughts. “I agree," the girl said, so quietly that whatever she said hardly mattered. "Most of us here probably know that they have a plan for us. However, with that in mind, OKARI won’t tell us all the details. Only the one’s that matter, to get whatever job it is done. My suggestion is to wait to see what they ask of us and then to act based on that.”

Jane didn't break Zakhar's gaze, but her thoughts were running in straight lines again. Stupid. The way one survived in OKARI was to play the game. But God, was she ever tired of games. Suddenly, the snarl dropped and a small smile played on the corners of her lips. It didn't touch her eyes.

"Maybe Francis is right," she said in a flat, dead voice. "This is turning out to be the greatest pleasure," she pronounced the phrase with enough malice to be acidic, "to make your acquaintance." She finally broke away from Zakhar's gaze to give him a disdainful look from top to bottom. "So glad we're working together," she hissed. Then she very deliberately turned her back on those mismatched eyes and sat down again, this time leaned back with her elbows on the tabletop, her legs crossed at the knee, the perfect picture of lazy self-confidence.

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Francis watched the entire exchange with a mixture of something resembling mild amusement and surprise. Jane seemed to be on the verge of exasperation, her slender figure trembling with barely contained incredulity. Her long dark hair almost seemed to frizz with the outburst as her narrowed eyes fixated on Zahkar angrily. She stood forwards, slowly and deliberately bringing her face up to match Zahkar’s own impassive expression.

Despite his own self-evident amusement, Francis’ muscles tensed as he felt the conflict escalating to boiling point. His hazel eyes glared at the two, prepared to use his own power and break up the fight if necessary. He wasn’t overtly thrilled by the prospect of a duel between prototypes in an enclosed space such as the commons room. Not when six of them where packed in it, and especially not when it wasn't necessary. Zahkar looked sensible enough, but Jane, brimming with uncharacteristic fury, looked just about ready to start something.

By either pure luck or judgment, Anrie chose her moment to speak then. “I agree. Most of us here probably know that they have a plan for us. However, with that in mind, OKARI won’t tell us all the details. Only the one’s that matter, to get whatever job it is done.” Anrie spoke, her eyes opening to view her fingers fidget and rearrange themselves on her lap. “My suggestion is to wait to see what they ask of us and then to act based on that.” She finished and gazed at the rest in silent calm.

Jane seemed to recompose herself at the intrusion, her shoulders easing and releasing the tension which had perceptibly built up within her. Francis did likewise, leaning back into his seat as his hand hovered over the table. He ran his fingers across the cold surface in waves, playfully toying with his own imagination of how the team would work together. Jane’s reply to Zahkar was reminiscent of a petulant child’s, her response practically oozing from her lips with sharp cynicism. ”Maybe Francis is right, this is turning out to be the greatest pleasure, to make your acquaintance." She virtually hissed "So glad we're working together." At that, Jane faced her head away, sitting back down as if the matter was resolved.

“So glad somebody else agrees with me also” Francis teased lightly, perking up at the mention of his name.

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Irene gave a small huff that almost sounded like a chuckle when 'Wash' called them 'Team Psi' like this was some sort of game. His not-so-inspiring inspirational speech was slightly irritating to Irene. What was the use of making light of their situation? It changed nothing. Though she wasn't totally opposed to small talk, it wasn't exactly easy for her. She would rather be silent, or at least talk about something more important. It seemed that Jane shared her feelings, and she angrily addressed them.

A moment later, Vein burst out laughing. It was a welcome distraction from the still rising tension. It seemed she always had something sarcastic to say, and it made Irene remeber something, or almost remember. It was really too fuzzy to be called a memory and more of a feeling of deja vu. She wondered what exactly it reminded her of, and was startled when Zakhar slapped his hands on the table next to her. Apparently what Jane said really irritated him. He motioned to the various cameras, scientists, and the guard that Irene had ignored. They were such a nartual part of her life that she never took notice of them anymore. They always did what seemed like the same thing and it was no use worrying about them here.

'They will kill you, hmmm?' she thought, noting the amused smile on his face. 'Tell us something we don't already know.' The tensions continued to grow, and Irene was concerned that a fight would start. It didn't help that she was right next to them either. She didn't even have anythng to defend herself with. Thankfully, Anrie's words seemed to calm Jane, and, with a few posonous words, she sat down again. Wash teased Jane and, though it seemed without any malice, Irene could only wonder how she would react. Vein then put in her opinion and Irene agreed somewhat, just not in the same words. Irene didn't feel there was much of use that she could say, so she again remained silent.

So far, this meeting was crazy. All Irene wanted was for someone to hurry up and tell them what they were supposed to do before things did blow up.

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At the sound of returning footsteps, only one pair, Irene looked to the door. A moment later, the same gruff scientist entered, cleared his throat to get their attention, and spoke. Irene raised an eyebrow when he mentioned that they were going to be training together from that point on. She wasn't surprised, and merely decided that Okari would do what Okari wanted to do. She had little problem with it either. She only hoped that this training would help them to mesh better as a team, though she didn't expect much. Vein was right when she said that, ultimately, they were all just killers. That was what they were trained to do, and Irene knew that she would kill whoever she was ordered to without hesitation. There was no displeasure at the thought, it was a simple fact.

Irene quickly glanced at the group of prototypes. It seemed they had a couple hot heads, an eternal optimist, a smart mouth, and a couple quiet ones, herself included. Out of all of them, the quiet, seemingly emotionless Anrie was the one who she was the most usure of out of the group. The others already showed a bit of their personalities, some of their tempers, but Anrie had given away little.

Irene's attention reverted to the large, black case that was being wheeled into the room. It was opened to reveal a large amount of varied weapons, all seeming brand new. Irene noted the weapons carefully until her eyes stopped on one particular one. It was a sniper rifle, similar to the one she had been training with, but it definitely had a few extra features. The design was sleek, plain, but it had a certain beauty nonetheless.

She watched as Zahkar quickly made his choice, an intricately decorated double-sided dagger. It was just another clue to this man, apparently was comfortable with close combat. Next was Wash, who chose sub-machine pistols and various other weapons. He certainly took his time, and Irene was surprised at the sheer amount of weaponry the man could place on his person. As soon as Wash was out of the way, Vein fairly pounced, snatching a whip without hesitation. A look of satisfaction was apparent on her face as she sat down and puffed on her cigarette. Anrie stepped forward next, picking out a katana-like blade. Irene noticed a small vestige of happiness on her face, and was intrigued that picking out a weapon had brought a definite emotion to her face, if a slight one.

As she stepped up to the case, Irene knew a similar expression to Anrie's was now on her face. A slight raise at the corner of her mouth, a certain twinkle in her eye as she gingerly picked up the rifle. Without further ado, she slung the strap over her shoulder and began looking for other things she could use. She picked up a long, durable looking dagger and was handed a belt that went with it. There was also a small pouch on the belt that she put ammunition and several explosives inside. Confidently, she walked back to the table, putting on the belt before sitting back at the table.

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Francis shuffled aside to make space as Vein’s seemingly buzzing figure squeezed itself in between Zahkar and he, interrupting his musings. He’d been observing Zahkar’s expression with a tingling sense of dread and discomfort. Even though the red haired man had inclined his head, hiding his features from his view, Francis could feel the quiet vibe of anticipation and excitement fixated in his actions. Francis’ own expression formed a delighted frown as he spotted a similar grin wrapped across Vein’s cheeks. The irritation from her competitiveness seemed to finally affect his being, causing him to shrug dismally before raising an eyebrow at her whip. “You guys are enjoying this alot” He commented whilst scratching the back of his head. “Though, I can’t tell if you’re all serious or not with those choice of weapons”

His head cocked to the side, Francis’ shoulders slackened comically as he spotted Anrie returning from the weapons rack, treasuring a sword in her hands. “However, since it seems so many of you enjoy close combat; I should have plenty of shields to hide behind when things get hairy” He grinned with mock humour. Francis’ eyes glanced over the final two members, clearly wondering if Irene and Jane's decisions would follow the same trend. Irene’s rifle of choice seemed to appease his curiosity however, causing him to release an inaudible sigh of relief as the woman returned to her seat silently.

At that point they were instructed to advance to the training room. Francis followed after Zahkar as he approached one of the awaiting female doctors, encouraging the woman to lead them to the VTS room. He chuckled lightly at him as Zahkar wrapped an arm around her, reminded of how he’d brought some of the Psis coffee earlier. They arrived in front of an unassuming door not long after. Hidden behind the wooden panel was a vast, empty void. Idly, Francis’ gaze reflected of the white panelled walls before being drawn to the centre of the domed roof. Like a diligent snail, the doctor retreated back to her control room, leaving Francis alone with Zahkar to ponder if OKARI had fixed the machine since he’d last heard of it.

He caught a frustrated sigh from the other man as he leant against a wall and in return smiled with amusement. “So friend, any theories on what we’ll fight?”