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Scarlet Rose Taggert

Anatomancer Extraordinaire

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a character in “Genetic Anomalies”, as played by EmbracingAshes

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Name: Scarlet Rose Taggert

Nickname: None

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Type: Scarlet has always had some abilities, but she reached the true blossoming of her power after an incident three months prior, as explained in the "history" section.

Duration of Stay: Newly awoken from a coma, has been in the facility but comatose for three months, since the "incident"

Abilities: Scarlet can control the integrity of physiology. She can heal by knitting flesh together, and kill by ripping it apart, but it takes every ounce of energy from her. She is also able to mentally explore a body, functioning as a sort of health scan. She likes to call her powers "Anatomancy."

Weaknesses: Scarlet's "ripping flesh apart" ability isn't yet under control, and is subjected to her emotions. Get her angry or upset enough, and she might just accidentally kill you. She has also begun to suspect that the use of her healing and powers actually shortens her lifespan, in essence borrowing her own health to influence the health of others. As such, she tries hard not to use her powers, but she has little skill with physical combat, so she can be somewhat of a drain on the resources of a larger group intent on survival. She's mentally fragile at the moment, and is going through grief.

Appearance: Hallmarks include extremely pale skin, long hair so black it's almost blue, bangs which obscure some of her face, and an extremely narrow frame. When she has a choice, she sticks to black and dark colors, preferring suits or men's clothing over all else. She tends to wear exaggerated eye makeup.

Personality: Scarlet has a hard heart now, but it wasn't always that way. As far as Scarlet's mind is concerned, she murdered a man in cold blood just yesterday. She's still reeling from the incident, still coming to understand the gravity of her actions and her losses, and in a very fragile state of mind. When she's calm, she's stoic but feels intense empathy, and does her best to secretly provide help to people, but absolutely abhors thanks for these actions. She believes people have a moral imperative to try and help each other, and she refuses to accept thanks for being a decent human being. She has difficulties keeping her cool in the face on injustices, but generally tries very hard to keep all of her emotions numbed out. She has recently begun to suspect the use of her powers is slowly killing her, and they're harder to control when she's particularly angry or upset, so she's terrified of her own emotions.

History: She doesn't like to talk about it, but most people know anyway: she killed a man three months ago. Even mentioning that fact can send her into a rage. Scarlet was born to a prominent family, and was born with the ability to heal. Her family helped her hide her talents, and steered her towards a career in medicine, where she could use her talents and earn honor for the family. Scarlet worked her tail off to graduate top of her class in medical school, as her parents insisted. She was living her dream, but the dream was short lived; "the incident" occurred just two weeks into her first surgical residency. She was brought into the facility hours after, and put into a comatose state, presumably until they learned how to limit or suppress the lethal side of her powers. Something happened, and now, she's awake, and unstable.

Character Link: I don't have one established yet; working on that!

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So begins...

Scarlet Rose Taggert's Story

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“We look like death.”

Curious words. He turned and looked to Scarlet, raising a quizzical brow.

"We don't look like death. We've n-neither fine black robes nor a smooth shiny scythe. The closest thing he and us look like are boy patient and girl patient. With fancy hats."

The demure feminine voice retorted, not sounding too harsh despite her denial of Scarlet's prior statement. It wasn't that he meant ill by her words, it was just that her statement made little sense context wise. The tone was more of confusion than of scolding.


Ignoring the redundant statement he proceeded forth. "Next stop: T-the city." The voice informed her as he started to lead them in the direction he knew civilization laid. Once there they'd have plenty of time to find things like pretty new dresses and bright green scarves. He was rather hungry too. He wondered just what foods there would be when they got there. It had been nine years too long since he had his last peanut butter and jelly sandwich. They were his favorite food, the quietest food to eat by far.

While he loved eating the sounds it made were often gross. He had long grown accustomed to it, mainly because he had to. Starving to death sounded a lot worse than eating by far and it really hurt too.


Now that he was in the woods he could hear the music at full. Beyond the many many walls of the facility he could faintly hear the songs of birds. Now he could hear them in full chorus as the sound of natural life played out around him like a full opera. At that moment he simply wanted nothing more than to sit back and orchestrate this carnival of instruments into a symphony from his own mind. Even his thoughts of Scarlet's well being were distant as the sounds started to play through him.

Much like any flame however his moment was brief as the miserable downpour that was reality set in. Far in the distance, much farther than any human could even see, he could hear the chopping sounds of heavy metal blades chopping at the air. Is this their way of trying to get the drop on me? Hah! His confidence was not abated by this slow coming arrival of reinforcements.


"It seems we will need t-to make a detour. We've got an unwelcome party on their way."

With a wave of his arm stump he turned to the right and started to walk in a completely different direction. Earlier he had heard sounds coming from another facility not a terrifyingly long walk down. Unnatural sounds, sounds of machines and sounds of metal on metal on metal. It was rather strange for a place such as that to be so closely situated near the facility his foolish mistakes had just finished leveling. Perhaps this place is where they used to commission those fancy toys they liked to play with back there? I wonder why they shut the toy shop down?

They wouldn't find out unless they braved the rusty old bucket so that's where he was headed. His driving confidence was a facade however as he was reluctant to approach. The voices of little miss Killsalot and her murder van crew were there as well. It wasn't so much that he was afraid of them, his ability to avoid detection within large maze-like stone structures was nearly without equal, but keeping his last remaining friend safe was going to be a bit more of a challenge. He didn't want to lose another friend, especially since he was fairly certain that he may have killed the previous one. That still pained him so. Just another mistake to add to the long list of reasons why he shouldn't of done what he did.

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”Who are you?” Xandre asked too weak to even put up much of any type of resistance at this point.

“I’m Niall,” the stranger responded, “you saved me in the facility and now I’m here to repay the debt.”

“It was no biggy, trust me,” Xandre replied as he tried to stand only to slide back down into a sitting position.

“Take it easy,” Niall stated, “here let me help, I was one of the anomalies in the medical terminal. Sam used us to stitch up his guards whenever they got ransacked by one of you,” Niall stated before taking a step towards Xandre who moved slightly as if he didn’t want help, but Niall kept moving towards him until he was kneeling eye level with him. “Relax. It works better if you’re relaxed.”

Xandre watched the male with uneasy eyes. He didn’t trust him. For all he knew this guy was a spy sent by Sam to bring him back in.

“If you don’t trust me, read my mind,” Niall said catching Xandre off guard. “Sam would threaten us that if we didn’t comply he’d bring us to you and you’d rip our minds apart bit by bit. I don’t blame you though, that man is a monster.”

Xandre sighed and leaned his head back.

“I’m not the monster everyone thinks I am. I am only here to protect, nothing more. Sam took my kindness for weakness and exploited me.”

“Here,” Niall replied as he grabbed Xandre’s hand and placed it on his forehead. Xandre’s mind buzzed with activity. He saw Niall’s past, how his parents were shot down in cold blood, how he was taken in by a rich family and how Sam lured him away with false pretenses. He saw the betrayal, the hurt, the pain, all of it within a split second before the vision stopped and Xandre was left breathing heavily, snatching his hand away.

“Why are you helping me? I’m the monster remember,” Xandre snapped.

“Relax,” Niall retorted. It took several moments for Xandre to relax, and when he did, Niall went to work mending his body. The guy had magical hands. As he touched Xandre, an odd feeling overcame him. It felt as if every sore muscle was bathed in soothing salts. Every strained joint, every wound, it seemed to ease and close with desperation. Thirty minutes passed and Niall looked up at Xandre. “You were beat up pretty bad. I was able to stop the internal bleeding and mend your wounds; you should be fine now, but no more extracurricular activities. You saved enough lives today.”

Xandre felt odd. He had never felt this way, and yet he moved his arm without so much an ounce of pain. He moved his hands and realized his muscles had renewed vigor.

“Thank you Niall,” Xandre stated, “how can I repay you?”

“By allowing me to repay you,” Niall stated as he sat next to Xandre, “you know a little about me, so what is your story? Why were you in that damned facility?”

Xandre opened his mouth to speak, but he heard the sound of propellers. A torrent of wind rushed through the forest which could only mean one thing. Sam had sent the recovery squad.

“I’ll tell you later,” Xandre stated as he looked at Niall and for a split second their eyes locked. They were around the same age, something clicked in both of them, but they couldn’t dwell on it now, they had to move.

“Which way?” Niall asked. Xandre stood to his feet, Niall following along. He closed his eyes and reached out with his mind. It took a few seconds but he pinpointed everyone’s mind, even new minds, but Babble and Scarlet were slightly undetectable. “If they don’t take those damn helmets off,” Xandre exclaimed as he looked at Niall. “How many of you got out?”

“I don’t know, when all the cells burst open, we all made a run for it in different directions. All of the anomalies escaped, but I don’t know where they are. I was nearby when you fell out of thin air, I have no clue where the others are, they could be long gone by now.”

“Fair enough, let’s move, just follow me and stay close.”

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"Both."

Much to his displeasure there were dangers spread all across the forest. The escapees of the facility were numerous and littered the neighboring areas while helicopters beared down on this particular region of theirs. A number of the people who he was directly responsible for releasing were in close proximity, much too close for his comfort. They'd need to make themselves scarce in order to get through without detection lest more unfortunate things happen.

"You'll need to stay close. I'll keep everything quiet starting... Now."

And like that all sound in their immediate vicinity cut out. He was now playing the golden sound, a sound which overpowered all other sounds yet had no sound of it's own. A loud silence. Even the sound of their own breathing was absent. There was a complete and utter void of sound save for the sound of silence.


He was happy. He always loved making this sound as it served to cushion him from the pounding of noises upon his mind. Of course while others nearby him would think themselves deaf despite not actually having lost their hearing he could still hear beyond it. While he could hear sounds normally using his ears the sound he could hear beyond them entered not into his ears but into his thoughts directly. He could feel the sound as an extension of himself, the nature of the sound along with everything it touched mapped out inside his head. As far as he was concerned he was sound itself.

And yet despite being closer to sound than he was to himself there was no better sound than it's absence. It was a strange love/hate relationship he had with this fundamental aspect of himself that he wielded like the thunder of the gods.


They approached the facility but he knew not to draw too close. Remaining behind the treeline he skirted the borders of view from the abandoned ruin of yet another facility. He only had to worry about being detected through sight as he produced no sounds by which they could be heard. Even beyond the curtain of silence he could still hear them talking, both the living guests and their illusory host it seemed. He knew the figure they spoke to was a projection from some machine, it's sound was not natural. While the facsimile could fool normal people which it's synthetic voice but he could literally feel the static rolling off it's tongue.

As much as he was curious about meeting this false human he couldn't risk Scarlet's safety by bringing her close to the mistakes he sprung. He simply continued to stay secluded to the shadowy cover of the foliage whilst circling around the large tomb of concrete and steel.

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Time was of the essence. With Niiall in tow behind him, Xandre weaved through the trees like a snake, as if he knew exactly where he was going, but that couldn’t be more father from the truth. He had no clue where he was or how to get out of the god forsaken forest. He knew that there were those looking to recapture him and the others and he just couldn’t let that happen, not after all they had been through. The look on his face must’ve been one of determination because Niiall seemed rather worried.

“That look on your face. Do you plan on coming out of this alive?”

“I don’t have a plan, right now I need to find the others,” Xandre replied softly as he ducked behind a tree and placed his hand to the earth attempted to feel any vibrations of stomping feet. It was useless at this distance to determine if anyone had seen him or followed him. Closing his eyes, he reached out with his mind once more. Locating the others in mere seconds he did not want to linger within their minds for fear of hearing something he shouldn’t, but when he came across Ember he couldn’t help but hear her thoughts and her worries. She was concerned, but they all were. She mentioned him, at least she thought about him, but it was a mixed feeling he felt. She thought he was a monster, and after his display at the facility who could blame her or any of the others for that matter. He backed out of her mind, but she would feel his tug, she would feel his presence and it would send chills down her spine, but at least she would know he was still alive.

“Did you locate them?”

“Yes, two of them are nearby, very close, the others are vastly separated. Amassed in one area is Ember, a fellow volatile, and I can sense two or three others with her, possibly more. Babble and Scarlet I can hardly feel because of the helmets they are wearing, but they are somewhere within this forest. Still, I need to check on the closest first and work my way out.”

“Understood, I shall search for any of those I escaped with and we shall meet again Xandre,” Niiall stated as he turned to walk away, but before he did he quickly turned on his heel and hugged Xandre before darting off in the opposite direction. He was determined to find those he escaped with just as Xandre was determined. Even though the hug was nice, it activated Xandre’s gift of visions, and in an instant he was bombarded by visions of Niiall’s possible future. In it he saw the male finding the other anomalies, but only to see that they were captured. He moved to say something but as he did so Niiall had already vanished in the thicket of the forest.
Be careful Niiall Xandre telepathically spoke receiving no response, but knowing that the male could take care of himself. Xandre turned in the direction he had felt Reyna and Evan. He moved swiftly, dashing only to come upon a lake. He heard Reyna’s voice as she called for Evan and immediately he appeared next to her.

“It isn’t wise to yell like that, he is around here, I can sense him,” Xandre replied as he looked at the lake. Fresh water. Oh how his lips longed for a taste and yet Reyna had just plunged herself into the water with her blood stained clothing. He could tell because she was soaking wet. Once again Xandre’s mind reached out to Evan this time. I take it you will find solace for only a brief moment here, we must find the others.

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For once in her life, Scarlet felt utterly and completely useless. She had always been the golden child, the brilliant scientist, the one who was destined for something big. Smarter than smart, bigger than big, Scarlet's identity was forged by her parents, molded to give her the power and privilege she would need to get away with her unusual talents, and allowing her to use them for the most good with the least possibility of discovery. Who would question a surgeon who could heal people by putting their hands inside them? That's what they did, after all.

But somehow, somewhere, that world had come crashing down, and her identity along with it. She hadn't realized until she was knee deep in guard blood that she wasn't Dr. Scarlet Taggert anymore. She couldn't be her, there was simply no need. Now, she was simply Scarlet.

Maybe she needed a new name. Like Scar, or something.

But more than just not being Dr. Scarlet Taggert anymore, there was a far more humbling circumstance that she just couldn't wrap her brain around. For once, in her short but brilliant lifetime, Scarlet wasn't the hero. At this point, she could barely call herself a sidekick in her own story.

What, exactly, had she accomplished? She saved Babble's life in the first five seconds, but it was all down hill from there. Following a madman, screaming in terror at a psychic, tripping on a shoe, having a nervous breakdown over some grass. Yes, Scarlet's life had taken a turn for the unimportant. She had hoped to turn this series of events in her favor, to eke out some justice to save her soul, which was still covered in the blood of that boiling, screaming man.

"You'll need to stay close. I'll keep everything quiet starting... Now."

Well, if she didn't already feel like just a sidekick before, she sure did now. Babble's efforts produced an utter and complete silence that left Scarlet with nothing but the physical sensations of sound, like her pulse beating against her ears and the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

Suddenly, Babble – her tour guide, her savior, her patient – stopped his relentless movement in search of what was clearly something of interest, something she could not hear, or really see. Deaf and effectively blind, for once in her life, Scarlet found herself wishing Babble really was psychic. Once again, Scarlet had no idea what was going on, or what she could do to help. She opened her mouth to ask questions, but no sound could come. Really, why did he even need her along? At this point she was less than a sidekick, she was a damsel in distress or something similar, and that did not sit well with the former head of pediatric neurosurgery.

But really... what else could she do? She felt her coats for a scrap of paper or a pen, turning them inside out but only finding three cigarettes and a pack of cinnamon gum with a little bit of blood on the corner. Grimacing, she offered the treasures to Babble, as if he would want anything she offered. It didn't really matter if it helped, it was something she could do.

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BABBLE

Couldn't things just be simple again?

If dimes were wishes he'd still not have a dime. He waited behind the bush, listening through the bubble but not really in the sense that he could hear them. Their words were all but canceled out but he could still identify the noise coming from the facility. They were still in there. As much as having a roof over their heads sounded alright jeopardizing Scarlet's safety was not a risk he could take. Honestly at this point he was at a bit of a crossroad.

On one hand he could continue forth until they reached the city where he might be able to find shelter and a grocery to pilfer but she was quite slow and he was quite hungry. The energy he'd spend getting to a city quickly would threaten to eat him up before he could get a meal for himself and he couldn't just leave Scarlet behind either. What to do... Hm...


He turned to Scarlet before noticing she was offering some miscellaneous items to him, three cigarettes and a packet of cinnamon gum. Gum wasn't his favorite snack by far as it starts off hard and crunchy before getting all squishy sounding, like chewing on soft flesh like some sort of cannibal. In addition it was also cinnamon, the flavour equivalent of getting shot in the mouth. He had no real desire to try that gum any time soon. Cigarettes were just grody, he'd have no part.

With a simple shake of his head he declined the offer. He did have an idea though. When in doubt of how to best lead Scarlet he figured he could just ask her, present her the options and let her pick her destiny. Either which way she could pick he'd guide her to the best of his abilities, it wasn't like he was presenting any choices that seemed like bad ideas to him. With that intent he lowered the intensity of his sound dampening field so that basic conversation volume was no louder than a faint whisper. It was quiet but just loud enough for her to be able to speak to him.


"I-it seems that the people inside are starting to leave. We could stay hidden back here and wait for them to leave or we c-could move away before they have a chance to see us and continue through the forest. What d-do you think we should do?"

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Scarlet shrugged at Babble's polite refusal. It wasn't as though she'd actually expected him to go for it. Harboring similar sentiments towards cigarettes and gum meant the items held little use to her for their intended purpose, but Scarlet was an intelligent, resourceful woman. Perhaps she might have use for some sticky binding or a water-resistant cardboard scrap or some slow-burning fuse later, and these atrocities could be put to better use. Slipping the items back into her pocket, Scarlet's focus returned to the building at hand.

“I-it seems that the people inside are starting to leave. We could stay hidden back here and wait for them to leave or we c-could move away before they have a chance to see us and continue through the forest. What d-do you think we should do?”

'People'. Objectively, a neutral term. In no other situation would Scarlet have felt the shiver that coursed down her spine as it did in this moment at the mention of 'people' leaving. But given what she had gone through since regaining consciousness, 'people' could mean any number of awful, wonderful things. Food. Shelter. Companionship. Purpose. Death.

Why did Scarlet feel like Babble was leading her through a 'choose your own adventure' book with all the happy endings torn out? Weighing the pros and cons effectively ended in a tie, and Scarlet mentally flipped a coin.

“Let's wait. Either they'll be friendly and we can join them, or they'll leave and perhaps we can forage. We need... supplies, I think. Food. A scalpel. Matches. Water.”

Maybe some clean clothes, too. Scarlet bent down to scratch at her leg where dried blood made her scrub pants cling to her in a most disturbing way.

As much as Scarlet desperately wanted to be not here, she also couldn't really name a single place she actually wanted to be, other than her old hospital. When had it become 'old'? It seemed like she was there only hours ago. How long had she even been here? Given her final few memories about her last day on the job, Scarlet very much doubted her old job would want her anywhere near the building.

If it even still existed. If she wasn't in Hell already. They were surviving, now, they were as safe as they could be, and in very little danger of being overheard. At least, so she surmised. And with a plan of 'waiting' now in place, it wasn't like they were pressed for time or brain power. The tidal wave of curiosity threatened to drown her now that she had space to breathe.

“What month and year is it? Do you know how long I was in there, or why?”

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“Let's wait. Either they'll be friendly and we can join them, or they'll leave and perhaps we can forage. We need... supplies, I think. Food. A scalpel. Matches. Water.”

Wait. That was to be their next move. Babble couldn't really argue with this, he didn't have any real idea of what to do either. He could do a lot of things right now but his desire to do so was not strong. He was content with listening, evading detection while monitoring everyone's conversations, spying on them without any real consequence. It wasn't that he necessarily wanted to listen in on everyone's conversations like he was the CIA or something but it was a built in function of being the embodiment of sound, something that he could feel as well as he could hear. In his mind sound was a limb of his, all sound forming an all encompassing appendage he could feel and interact with.


“What month and year is it? Do you know how long I was in there, or why?”

Her question stirred him from his train of thought, his eyes focused on her instead of simply wandering as though he were seeing shapes in the air.

"Q-quite a good question i-indeed my Scarlet Friend. Let me recall..." He mulled the thought over in his head, listing through all the various discussions people around the facility had, searching for relevant discussions about the date. It wasn't all too difficult as the facility was highly bureaucratic, complete with high volumes of paperwork which needed dates.

"Today is May the fifth, two thousand and fifteen. You were b-brought into the facility three months ago on February t-the first. I remember hearing about it nine months into my stay there. It w-was thirty five days after they had last opened the door to my cell. It was nice of them t-to of let light into my cell that day. They normally just kept my cell p-pitch black. They didn't want me to see m-my surroundings just in case. Oh, if only they knew how little it meant."


Suddenly a weird idea just popped right into Babble's head. A wide crooked smile plastered itself across his pale face. "I can recall the conversation they h-had when they first brought you in. I had it stashed a-away like so much else, now wouldn't be a b-bad time to share that? No, I can't see why not."

Like an echo fading back on it's return two voices slowly came into being. The voice of an older man and a somewhat younger woman, both scientists as evident by their use of complex terminology. It was the voices of the scientists discussing their course of actions as to how to approach studying Scarlet while she was in an induced coma. The beeps, whirs and overall hum of the machines which kept her under could be heard in the background as they spoke of her, continually referring to her as a subject.

Seeing as they couldn't examine the limits and functions of her abilities in the same fashion as the other anomalies there were a number of rather invasive and rather aggressive procedures suggested, many of which would of been deemed inhumane in a less amoral crowd. There were no real decisions confirmed given their lack of understanding of her powers and eventually they just decided to resume the discussion again in the future and separated to go about attending other examinations and experiments. As the room went quiet the audio slowly faded out, the sound in the area slowly returning to the gentle sound of nature and people talking far into the distance.

Babble simply turned his head like a curious owl, watching and waiting for Scarlet's response.