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Revelation: The Cure

Marchfield Laboratories

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The central location for science in Revelation.

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Marchfield Laboratories

The central location for science in Revelation.

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Marchfield Laboratories is a part of The Nexus.


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#, as written by Katryn
Atalanza blinked slowly, her pale irises steadied as she gazed directly before her. Eyes narrowed and unfocused, her surroundings barely registered in her consciousness. An insistent and spirited rambling hummed in her ears, thrumming her eardrums. Cocking her head to the side, she slowly lifted her gaze, her pupils refocusing themselves on the workplace around her. In immediate proximity stood Joshua, a few paces away with his back to her. His arms crossed his chest and his defensive stance told all that needed to be known about the scene taking place before her. The throng of ramblings from the professor needn’t be more than a redundant and pestering mosquito at her.

Her ears cleared and vision lost its last blur, bringing her back to reality the way in which one would surface from a pool of water. Senses quickly sharpening, Atalanza moved forward in one stride, her long legs carrying her efficiently to Joshua’s side in a single step. She hugged her black coat to her sides, a chill running down her spine as she turned her eyes to the older man beside her, Vanderbilt continuing his fitful rant. Scrutinizing his solemn features, Ata lifted her firm chin slightly and shifted her gaze to the elderly professor before them. The rant had suddenly ceased, a momentary silence ringing in the workplace before Joseph’s strong voice boomed from beside her.

“Parliament does not deal in reason,—”

Ata had to restrain herself from falling into a fit of her own spiteful laughter, tucking her arms further into her sides as she smirked. Damn me if it ever did. Her lips pursed as her eyes narrowed once more. Prometheus leapt back into his rambling and she released a short sigh. The poor man had worked his tail off—not to mention Joshua and herself as well—,slaving over his precious Cure. They all believed in it and what it could mean for the city. They had all fooled themselves into believing that they could have been creating a solution to the pain and suffering in the lives of so many people, far more desolate than they. She brusquely shook her head, clearing the distant imagery of the grimy district in which she herself had writhed for two years of her youthful life. Yes, they truly believed that they were doing something good; something benevolent; something compassionate.

And now, where was this benevolence? In the filthiest, most grimy hands of all, that was where. Ata despised most of Parliament, especially and particularly the Prime Minister. However, as a scientist she had hardly a right to opinion at all. Any opinion she might have had would be completely ignored by anyone with the power to put action behind their opinions anyhow.

Her eyebrows cinched together as Prometheus hurled an accusation at Joshua, who merely refuted with compliance. The pair of assistants were clearly aware of the elderly man’s anguish over the situation. He rarely—if ever—became so distraught over matters. The best thing either of them could do was sooth the professor’s nerves whilst keeping their own boiling anger at the sickening thing being done. Their hard work for good will having been distorted into something devious. Her stomach churned at the thought.

“And what of you?”

Atalanza’s eyes widened momentarily as the two males rounded on her, yanking her out of her reverie. She looked from one set of inquisitive eyes to the other, her mouth falling slightly ajar as her mind reeled. Prometheus’s gaze pressed further as the silence lengthened. Her brow furrowed once more.

“Solution?” she scoffed. “I’m sure the only true solution is to hogtie the bastards and give them a taste of their own medicine,” Ata muttered under her breath, half-heartedly hoping that the professor’s aged ears wouldn’t have picked up all of her sadistic comment. When the two men’s gazes continued to press in on her, she sighed, dropping her arms to her sides. “Look, Prometheus, I honestly haven’t the faintest idea how to manage politicians, but I do know that while our chances may look rather dim, we need to fight back in some way. I don’t know how just yet, but there has to be something we can do. We are the biggest brains Revelation has to offer. I suppose fighting fire with fire would be an effective road to take. Fight our own science with more science. Fight The Cure with…science.”

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It was once again time for Giacomo to come by Prometheus to deliver the process diagnostics of the air purifier. Using the mind mapping he had of Marchfield he walked to Prometheus office, wilst looking at the astonishing results on the paper. Who could have thought that just the centrifugal force of the intake would be enough to chemically break the majority of the polutants down. Such a simple addition, that he initialy had made to increase the airflow into the construct. As Giacomo tried to open the door, wilst still maintaining his walking pace, he slamed himself into the locked door. There was just one reason for Prometheus to be outside of his office at this hour of the day, and Giacomo knew it all too well.

He then walked to Prometheus laboratory, the place where the 'legendary' cure for the lung dissease was developed. The place where he delivered a few samples of the poluted air. Just as Giacomo was about to open the door he heard Prometheus rant on the other side. It wasn't unusual for him to rant about something, it almost was his signature skill to rant about... Well, just about anything. Instead of dropping in Giacomo decided to stay off-sided for a moment and listen to the conversation. It seemed that the cure wasn't getting to the right poeple, but even worse it was being used to neutralize mages. This was troublesome indeed, he obviously disliked the idea of using a medicine as a weapon, but what he disliked even more was that this selfish behaviour of the parliament was killing the innocent.

At the end of Prometheus rant Giacomo came into the lab. "Prometheus, the air purifier is a massive success. Polutant concentrations are dropping faster than a falling hamer, the air quality in Delta is almost on par with Beta's quality and the water distribution program makes the entire machine cost efficiënt. It's even better than I hoped it would be." He said with some enthousiasm as he handed the paperwork to Prometheus. Than as he changed subject so did the tone of his voice, turning a bit more serious and stern. "Oh, I overheard your rant just a moment ago and I may have the answer. Though we, scientists can do very little, you can do a lot as the head of Marchfield. You could change the method of distribution, from this open form to a more directed one. Simply use a distribute where necessary policy, that way one would have to have the symtoms to get access to the cure. Another option to hinder parliament is to recover the cure due to a suspected production flaw. My last option is to go underground with part of the production, but I personally would prefer the first option." He said calmly.

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Eyes darting to the room’s most recent occupant, Atalanza crossed her arms across her chest once more. Her face resumed its autonomic, scrupulous expression as she took in the familiar man. She had always thought Giacomo to be a fearsome specimen. Of course, she knew much better of his intentions, but there was something about his stern expression along with the glowing crystals in his skin that unnerved her on some level. Though her face never betrayed this wonderment.

Ata’s lips pursed, and she took a step toward the raven-haired man, scrutinizing him with pale eyes. “That’s all good and well, Giacomo, I’m glad your work is panning out for you—we may not have the burden of having people to provide The Cure to in the future. To say you’ve made quite a stride in Revelation history is quite an understatement. Not to mention the ravishing proposition to simply ‘take back’ The Cure inconspicuously.” Her mouth pulled into a smirk as she further narrowed her eyes. “And while that is all good and well, I somehow find it hard believe that the grimy little rats in Parliament who already have their hands on The Cure—mass producing it as we speak—are going to be willing to just give it back. They don’t care if there is a flaw in it. They are using it as a punishment; a weapon; a torture device. They’re not going to to give it back.”

A short silence allowed time for the atmosphere around the conversation to lose its bitter chill as Ata’s expression eased in ferocity. Her eyes softened for a moment. She was preaching to the choir. All three of the people surrounding her had nothing but pure intentions. Squabbling with one another over something that they all felt the same sentiments for was futile; a waste of time.

She backtracked. “Your ideas are good, just not entirely practical. We made the mistake of not putting the distribution policy on it in the first place—when the serum was first completed. We can’t go back and fix that now.” She attempted a sympathetic expression before regaining a serious composure. “However, going underground isn’t out of the question. We may not be able to retrieve the old serum, but perhaps we can create a new one. A better one. This time being to sure to keep it far out of the sight of any politicians.”

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Giacomo nodded as Prometheus assistant basically undermined his primary and most preferable idea. True, they couldn't change it on the flick of a switch now that the stuff was out there, but through painstaking paperwork it should be possible. Then the thought without consious mind was put to the lips: "But isn't our job as scientists to see the possibilities and think about the future?" That these words left his mind was a shock to Giacomo himself. He then heard Joshua's counterword regarding the underground production. It was quite depressing to hear that such ammounts of money were spend without necessity on mage countermeasures. "Quite dissapointing to hear you need such funding to make medication that is meant for the poorest, but even worse is how the money is wasted now." He said calmly.


Then his ears picked up the muttering of prometheus, asside from his yelling this was the most annoying manner of speach Prometheus used, at least by Giacomo's books, it made it hard to know what the man was saying. He could hear it was about the comment about making a new better cure, but couldn't filter through it well enough to fully understand. Though he could deduct that he was already working on a new formula, which lead him to say: "If I might, I'd suggest to take a less chemical solution and look closer to nature. Even though the air purifier is standing for a short while, I've noticed bacterial growth on the filters, after a few basic tests I've concluded that these actualy break down the part of the mix that I was struggling to get under controll. Quite simply facinating. Wilst I do not know if these parts are the causes, nor I know whether these bacteria will cause harm to the human body, I suspect that this might be something to look into. Bacteria as a cure, doesn't that just sound like a leap for medical science to you?" He said with a certain and understandable enthousiasm.

Giacomo was walking to the door as Prometheus mentioned his royal funding. He paused his walk, turned to Joshua and with an unreadable smile he said: "You found me out, now my only choice is to send assasins after you." Before he bursted in a rather friendly laughter, which directly made clear that he was atempting to make a joke. As he walked into the corridor behind the door he, more or less into the room rather than directed to anyone in particular, said: "In any case, if room will play a factor in the necessary funding then I don't mind lending one of the empty storage levels under the air purifier to you as a lab. A few simple additions should be enough to turn it into a lab. And under the cover of the air purifier I can buy large quantities of mana at discounted prices, not to mention many other subtances and materials I need for operation, annalysis and research purposes." He said with a smirk covering his face.