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He got up and went towards the cell door made of reinforced glass. As usual, the staff was busy or was ordered to ignore the man. After driving a scientist towards depression, Jared was prisoned in a cell in Sector Gamma of the facility. The girl already had signs of depression, he just pushed a bit and it ended up with her trying to commit suicide. Human lifes were just so delicate, so easy to destroy. It wasn't his actual purpose, he only was bored and she needed a person to talk to. He used her, as he used everyone since his accident.
He noticed a redhead walking towards his cell. He took a chair, placed in in front of the communicator in the door, and sat down. When the girl approached, he said: „My, my, if it isn't Scar. And here I thought everyone is going to bore me to death. I would offer you a cup of tea but I burned the kettle. Also, I doubt that I'm allowed to give anything to anyone here.”
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His cell had a window made of glass, beside it was some kind of communication device, and man sat in front of glass window.
Device had a button, button that she pushed, red light changed to green and it seemed he could now hear her.
“Says who exactly?” Her arms crossed as she waited for an answer from this strange man sitting in cell.
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"Jared Hyles. You could say I'm keeping my eyes and ears open for everything that is happening in this facility. Especially when it comes to people who are staff and patient at the same time. So, Scar, do you mind if I'm going to talk to you for a while? It's so boring in here, I'm feeling like an alien on a distant planet. They don't allow me to watch news here, imagine that. They treat animals better than humans. Pah, they even treat a tree better than me." He watched the redheads face to see her reaction. She seemed like someone running away from the past, trying to keep strong and calm, burning just below the surface.
"But enough about me. What brought you here, except for your powers?" He asked mostly to sate his curiosity but he knew also that such an information might proof useful for him. Like it always did.
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“We can talk, if you are so curious, though don’t be surprised if you won’t get the thing you so desire.”
His question about her seemed to be born out of curiosity, but it’s a different talking case – he’s seemingly calm and collected, yet may seem to search for a way out.
“Boredom? I’m allowed to enter gamma sector more often than delta sector for obvious reasons, not to mention I angered her…”
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As he spoke he watched the other three with clear amusement. "Though that shouldn't be too hard for you I hope. There's plenty of interesting people here. On this floor at least." As the fox wandered up to Saiph asking for food Alex briefly wondered if foxes could eat fruit, or berries. The poor thing didn't seem used to his current state from the brief glances Alex had gotten.
Alex crouched down to be closer at eye level with the fox. He held out a bark covered hand towards the creatures nose in what he had hoped counted as a friendly greeting. At least it was friendly enough for dogs, and foxes were kind of like dogs. At least that was the unsure thought that ran through Alex's head. "Hello there little fox. I'm Alex in case you didn't hear before. Do you have a name? We can't just go around calling you just fox now can we?" As he spoke small branches grew from the bark on his arms sprouting berries and apples in rapid succession. They simply hung there and Alex was left wondering if they seemed, or smelled at all appetizing to the little creature, and whether or not he would partake. Offering food from his branches at times seemed like a bad idea, and certainly wasn't always the safest action. On his bad days, when his will was shaken to its limits simple things such as watching a flesh and blood creature eat anything with so much as a hint of leafy greenness could trigger some of his more aggressive tendencies. Alex hated it of course, he considered these moments gross overreactions for harmless actions. But today seemed a good day, one of those few rare days when he felt more like his old self.
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He could hear his own echoes and the echoes of his echoes at a low, uncomfortable volume that he couldn't reach with his complaints. Understandably, Hanan had started to shift around his room in the facility after having rested for the past 51 hours. For the same reason of having slept for so long, when he moved he'd take the chair with him, wearing a stiff upper lip as he did so.
It was a dark room, no noise - the Scientists had obliged him and kept everything dark and quiet at his request. But he hadn't obliged himself for a long time, and had kept himself noisy, unrestful, hypocritical in his cell for as long as he could remember so that it wouldn't be quiet. Although his desire to keep the room quiet hadn't changed, he'd become more energetic for lack of a better schedule or company.
As the chair squeaked due to its rubbing against the concrete floor, he stared frowning at the Roman candle in the middle of the room. This was the only luxury that remained, or perhaps the only luxury he ever had. He could remember a time where he had the luxury of being able to read books. Admittedly, all the factors that worked against his health didn't compare to the fact that he hadn't read a single book since the first day he was detained in this facility. He wanted to read one of Kafka's works, ideally "Der Trial", a book he found out about by coincidence, because he was sure it wasn't esoteric. Kafka had become a household name in the collective consciousness of the Merzbows. Eventually he reminded himself that reading Kafka would be a gratification he'd have to delay, as long as he had a duty to fulfill to these scientists. Apparently it was for the safety of others, and he didn't suspect a thing about that - it seemed perfectly unstrange that they were alarmed.
He'd accidentally injured, fatally injured, mortally wounded and maimed a few people. Then he'd done what seems to have been described as "killing quite a few researchers". Their names weren't countless but he couldn't remember a single one of their names, and therefore couldn't lament the loss at all. After all this time of being a subject, it would be suspect that he was in any fit state to lament anyway
Things were just as they were, and would be for quite some time again. Someone magnetized by his strangeness might meander in to ask whether he was alright and then they'd leave again for a number of days, because he was an unscheduled act. He was glad, in a way, that his violent novelty had worn off. People fell in to a steady pattern of hating him with an edge of sympathy.
In a way he wanted enemies and got them, so he'd started to move on to his other aims. He wanted to go outside now.
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"... soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance," Hayden says, before closing the book and raising his head to meet the eyes. There was a bit of silence between them, until a shadow cast itself over the doctor, the eyes of GNS-88 raising up. "Mr. Grimms," he says, in a tone that barely masks his weariness. Reaching over with his massive hand, Grimms takes the book in between his fingers and thumbs through a few pages. "H-hey, that is a classic," Hayden meekly protests, getting up to stand before the titan.
"Doctor, don't you feel that reading material like this is perhaps... a bit inappropriate?" Grimms asks, somewhat condescendingly, before shutting it and presenting it back to Dr. Addler, a slight amount of steam escaping from between the teeth of his mask. "You may inspire it to turn against you."
"It," Hayden begins, hurriedly taking the book into his left arm, looking up to Grimms, pushing up his glasses. Despite the size of Grimms, he was still "This is only a story, she understands that. Besides, she was already given what the monster was not. I think I've well established order here. In fact, keeping her in this ridiculous tank, I feel is-"
"She spreads," Grimms bluntly states.
"Only to the dead, she's no risk to the living," the doctor retorts.
"Exactly, and by that same logic, we're outnumbered," Grimms replies, grimly no less. He then sighs, turning to the side. "But, as much as I'd love to wax semantics with you, good doctor, I would have you know that my little Saiph has arrived, bonding right now, I would hope. If there had been any other venue, I'd allow her to go about as she has, but, well, I would allow no other eyes than yours to understand the depths of my concerns."
"I read, but I'm not sure how I... I mean, we here can provide the help that you, I mean, as her father can..." Hayden begins, cut off as he watches Grimms's eyes dim from within the mask. Conceding to the wishes of Stepping back, he clears his throat. "We'll... do what we can."
"Good, I'll return periodically to check on her progress, but for now I have business to attend. Until then, do try to take better care of yourself, doctor, you look haggard," Grimms says, turning away from the doctor and beginning to walk away. His departure is interrupted by the sound of GNS-88's comm clicking to life, her blue eyes now fixated upon him.
"Grimms," a female voice speaks from the other end, a soft voice, gentle voice, almost human, were it not for an unnatural resonance to it. The eyes of Grimm flicker briefly in response, his head turning halfway to catch the tank from the corner of his eye, greeted by Bashemath's smiling face now partially visible against the tinted glass. "Perhaps, you would read to me in daddy's stead sometime... you could bring material that you deem more appropriate. It would be oh so very interesting from you."
There was a brief silence as Grimms stood there, his eyes flickering momentarily once again. Hayden tenses up, ready to cover for his beloved experiment until the giant silently turns away and starts leaving.
"As you wish," he finally responds, before fully vacating the sector. Hayden audibly sighing in relief, hunching over and rubbing the back of his neck. He then turned to look towards Jared's containment, finally noticing that he's gained a visitor in the form of Flania Scar.
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Jared noticed Addler watching at him after Mr. Grimms left. He nodded the doctor.
„You could even ask him. Seems he's done talking to Bashe. Hey, Doc! Scar wants to ask you something!”
Hyles could finally use the opportunity to get out of his stinky cell without bloodshed. At least for half an hour. With a girl. Would be romentic if he wouldn't be extremely restrained.
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But then again…
“Fine, I don’t mind, it’s always something…”
Flania turned to Addler.
“True is what he says, I want to spend some time with him outside…watch the sunset as he said!” She yelled, too lazy to shorten distance between her and Addler.
Unless I can’t – she thought.
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As he finished, he felt the specialized facility phone vibrate in his pocket, startling him briefly. He had the sound turned off since the ringtone tended to... agitate some subjects. Lifting it, he didn't hesitate to answer, and before he could ask what they wanted, a voice on the other end boomed at him. "W-what... was anyone hurt? Okay, good... huh? No, I don't recognize that... huh?" He rubbed his forehead as the man on the other end continued, but he motioned for Jared and Flania to go on ahead. "Listen, if it didn't cause anything more than a few minor cuts and bruises, it isn't above a class 2, and clearly it didn't have ill intent... I think we should try... wait... wait..."
Thumbing through his phone he noticed some of the cameras were coming up as having no signal, one of them being Velera's cell camera.
"Some of the cameras are malfunctioning in your area, including Miss Strage's room... the door is still locked? Alright... good... huh..? You hear talking..?"
"I hear whispers in the corners, I feel a tremble in the aether... what has been brought here, father?" Bashemeth murmurs, hands pressed against the glass of her cell. "Let me handle this, let me be useful... I want to be useful. I promise I will not hurt anyone, you know I won't, in fact I cannot. Well, not anymore, anyways..." Behind the glass, the humanoid creature gave a smile just as sheepish as her creator's. Hayden felt something sink inside, knowing that every word was meant by a creature that cannot comprehend deception, and despite that, he still could not release her. "Don't worry, I understand, father, please don't be upset! It was just a suggestion, is all! Though I would love to help someday."
"I know," Hayden said, barely audible under his breath.
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