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Chorus of Whispers; Epitaph: Part I
Topic Started: Apr 8 2009, 07:23 PM (3,192 Views)
crazypyromaniac
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Loida takes a look at her, and slams into place a happy filter. she now is in a good mood, thinking happy things because she can't feel into sad things.
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Cyphon
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Cyphon notices the change and thanks Loida
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Kranford T. Butcher
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Kranford sat down on his knees, facing the panel that originally held the faces. He turned his head to the nameless woman. "Your name is Karina Hammond. You are now one step closer to regaining what makes you human," he said. The hitman then turned his head back to the mirror and concentrated. He trusted for the door to appear, and believed it too. He thought of the time he had spent with Zoe before all of this had happened, of the joy, the elation, and love. It took him back to him thinking about what brought out the best in humanity.
This is a good theme for Kranford's contemplative state right now.
Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Sep 21 2009, 08:18 PM.
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crazypyromaniac
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ooc completly tangentially--
kranford, do you happen to watch stargate?

back on task--

"come, karina. i will help you get situated. you need a woman to help you get used to things outside. come with me. it will be fun."
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"Before you leave," said the voices of Aeschylus, "you need to know a few more things. You do not have any direct objectives to follow, at the present time. Your long-term goals involve a resistance leader called Moses. Though he is not of your concern right now, you would do well to learn what you can about him and the people who work for him; he is the first significant rebellion we have faced in some time. Not that we are concerned about him; we are not.

"If you are able, orient yourself with the Family known as Vicavi. Get a job with them if you can. But that is not required of you; it is an option we are presenting. Jim, you will be reunited with your dog shadow upon return to the City. You will each be brought back to normality, in a sense; anything we might have altered about your perceptions of reality will be reversed.

"Finally, I will repeat myself: Subject 440211--the one you have named Karina Hammond--must not suffer permanent injury or disablement, physical or otherwise. We want you to understand a thing or two about her. She is a scientific experiment, bred and maintained in our scientific facilities since early childhood. Our implants have enhanced her senses, and altered her brain so that it can recognize these altered senses. She is more... in touch, shall we say, with alternate states of being, what you would call 'the supernatural.' Be wary of this. If she acts strangely, it is not because she is insane; it may be that she is interacting with objects or entities that you simply are not aware of.

"And please do not worry about the implants in her irises that cause the eyes to act like cameras; the connection between them and us will be lost as soon as she exits this facility.

"Enjoy yourselves."

A door opened in the center of the room, not a physical door but a door embedded in the physical world itself, a door through space. Yet it slid open as if it were the sliding glass door at the entrance to an apartment building, or a convenience store.

Two men encased in full-body environmental suits entered the cubical room. A strange gas filled the air, and everyone inside lost consciousness. Strange visions flashed through their heads, dreams mixing with reality, coming in small, undefined bursts:

A room full of metal instruments, a cross between medical equipment and torture devices.

A series of terrible machines, tall as skyscrapers, impossible to fathom.

An endless army, millions of soldiers and vehicles, moving across an empty plain, leaving vast trail of flame and wreckage.

A needle.

Many needles.

And the Archways.

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The prisoners awoke some time later, no longer within the Capital complex but outside. Above them, stretching for hundreds of stories, colossal skyscrapers sliced dramatically through the clouds. But the skyscrapers, so ominous yet so beautiful, seemed to rest on a surface above them; the dark streets surrounding them was not the place where they skyscrapers' bases were.

The tall spires of the higher world seemed to be mounted on a steel and concrete surface above them; they were somewhere in a series of dingy tunnels below, able to see the skyscrapers but never touch them. They were currently in a darkly lit street of stained concrete, where an endless sea of barely-held-together makeshift dwellings had been erected, rusting and filthy. They seemed abandoned, but the group could sense the existence of people somewhere nearby.

They had to get up there.

A few meters away, an old man was being mugged by a larger man in a ragged shawl. A knife glinted in the assailant's hand, and an ancient revolver hung from his belt.
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Kranford T. Butcher
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Kranford rose from his knees. The assassin silently stalked up to the mugger and kicked the back of the man's knees out from under him. He then elbowed him in the back of the head, stunning him. A cut from Kranford's razor left a scar on the guy's cheek, which was followed by an elbow to the face, knocking the mugger out cold. Kranford took the man's knife and sliced superficial cuts on the mugger's chest, allowing him to draw enough blood to write "Nietzsche be damned" on a nearby wall. Kranford then bound the wounds and looked to the old man. "Get out of here. Now," he said as he glared into the old man's eyes.
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(IC) "I guess some people like to be more out-going. Not to be judgemental my friend, but I think you should watch out for your little friend. I myself hopes she doesn't get hurt." Oslo looked at what gear he had. He still had a couple glass shards, along with the pickax fromt the mirror room. "I myself feel a need to get going. Something is calling me, I can feel it. Dunno how, maybe it's just me, but I think I need to get some things done. Unless you guys have any objections, I think I'm going to go now. I will see you when I see you." And with a quiet wave, Oslo turned from the rest of the group, walking down the road and eying to see if there was anything useful he could use.
Edited by S. Puma, Sep 24 2009, 10:37 PM.
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A fog seems to have been lifted over the group members' minds. They now see that Jim's dog Shadow is there with them. Each of them is much more weak-looking than they seemed in the Mirror room; Felix was right about their physical health and fitness being an illusion. A bar code was tattooed in black on each of their right shoulders, a six-digit number on their left (OOC: If you want, you can choose your own ID number; otherwise I'll randomly choose for you).

Gregory walked over to the man attacked by Kranford, observed him carefully, and shot him twice in the head, then once more in the chest for good measure. He did not seem to mind the blood that sprayed onto the ragged hospital gown hanging off his frame.

As if nothing had happened, he said, "We need some new clothes."

The old man that Gregory's victim had been mugging looked intently at them, breathing rapidly, shaking slightly. "Thank you," said the old man. "He would have killed me! Regardless, I can't tell you how it warms my heart to see that people still care for one another, even in these cold, death-ridden times. I--"

He stopped dead, spotting the message Kranford had scrawled on the wall.

NIETZSCHE BE DAMNED

"You... Who are you people?! Who are you that openly desecrates the name of Nietzsche the Enlightener? I will not be an enemy of the state! Stay--stay away from me!!!"

And with that the old man, wild-eyed, fled down the street.
Edited by Themistocles, Sep 26 2009, 11:15 PM.
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"Wow, you just had to write the one thing that will make us hated by all. If you don't want to have a violent encounter with whatever "law" enforcement agency that might be here, I suggest you stop him." Steeling herself against the pain that had already come from the mugger's death, she prepares for the pain of this man. "Well, let's go find this Vicavi Family. I don't know about you, but personally, I would rather not have everyone look at me funny. This family might be good protection, and you guys need to get your strength back up before going your own way. You too, Oslo. Come with me now, and I'll help you leave when you're back up to full strength."

ooc--

Can my number be 161803?
Edited by crazypyromaniac, Sep 26 2009, 09:12 AM.
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The reactions of the big face all over the place...Evan noted mentally. His mind was such that he had good memory for things. Now, the thing was...how much did he readily give a damn about and how much not? There in lay the question. Now, before we get to the part where Evan and the others were thrown into unconsciousness by the people coming in through the doorway - Archway? - in the middle of the room, let's review what Evan thinks of y'all.

Evan is almost certain that the glass-eyed girl - now known as Karina - could not be trusted with any sensitive information.

Furthermore, he is certain that some of the party is going to get him killed.

Some of them, however, are alright.

None of this information is going to be shared with ANY of you, though, because Evan is entirely convinced that the City itself is untrustworthy. But you already knew that. The only way to get a leg-up in this crazy town was to play the game, though. And if there was one thing that Evan knew, it was how to get this damn crazy place to run in his favor. Remember...he was the psychic flim-flam. That was one of the main reasons Evan wanted out of this monkey-cage. There was so much to do, so many heads to fill with crap, so many people to fool.

That'll show ya for telling me what to do.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

So...when Evan came to, he made a note of the interesting visions that he'd had between times of what he assumed were forms of conscious state. It would be useful for later. Everything would be useful for later. He was sure of it. Now, time to have a look around. Apparently, they were in one of the lows of this City sector. You know... The place where they keep the low-class far far away from the high-class, basically. There was a division the tall buildings and the place they were in by high walls, effectively. The goal? UP! The problem? No ladders in sight.

Okay then, let's check my inventory. I have...my own standard casuals on, including glasses and shoes. This makes me decent. Good. There's a barcode on my arm with the numbers '777779' with it. Not unexpected. I am- Ohhh...I'm still armed. Excellent. I'll pick up anything else I need on the way. Travel light, and travel far.

They were in a shanty town, basically, and one guy looked like he was about to get himself shafted. But before Evan could get into it, Kranford had decided to handle things, as well as Gregory. Soon, the man was dead.

"We need some new clothes."

"Maybe YOU do. I'm in mine."

If you have to ask why, then you haven't been paying enough attention to things. Anyway...the old man who was a victim was thanking them when he suddenly panicked about the comment Kranford wrote. Great work, Kranford, you just scared off the only brownie points they'd scored today. Also, they really shouldn't have killed the big guy. They could've brainwashed him or something. Ah well. Evan took the dead guy's revolver and looked it over. While he was doing this, he scanned around with his brain. The presences here were weak and broken by the City.

Alright, folks. Cards on the table. You're all stars and I'm a black hole, so gimme what you've got.

He did not project that message. He projected a command. He wanted to know what they knew, to suck in the information they had about their surroundings, what resources they had, what they were looking at, and so on. This was the force he projected unto the shanty town masses. He didn't have the time nor the inclination to give this the kid gloves. While doing this, Evan spoke up.

"We don't know anything about this area yet, so getting started is on the menu. I'm working on that as we speak. Before that, though... Anyone hungry? Looks like we're a little behind in the food department. I'll see about that too."
Edited by FalloutJack, Sep 28 2009, 01:39 PM.
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Felix awoke and heard Evan's telepathic command, addressing the people of the city. Felix couldn't help but make a joke. "Hopefully they aren't orbiting, cause you ain't getting anything then." Felix said, and looked down at himself. He was not to pleased to see that his body was in... less than acceptable shape. His tools were still there though. He located Subject 440211, and compared his condition to hers, not much better, the the difference was still obvious. He looked over to the scene that unfolded involving the mugging. He looked at the now dead mugger, and took notice to the revolver. Felix walked over and fluidly picked up the gun, then stuck it in his waistband. He had a feeling that finding another gun would be harder after this point. He turned back to the group. Gregory commented that they needed new clothes. Felix shook his head. "No, I'd say at the moment we blend in alright, what we really need to do is find some food, I'm starving- well I'm hungry, but Subject 440211 probably needs it more than any of us do at the moment. Look at her!"
Edited by Chrome, Oct 3 2009, 07:38 PM.
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For the first time in quite a while, Jim wasn't the first to wake (OOC: see both previous 'wake up' posts, each time, I posted first). Shadow lay beside him. The dog too, slept easily for the first time in just as long.

The pair got up in unison. There was no long meaningless reunion scene. There was no need. In Jim's mind, it had already happened, the instant the they were reunited. (OOC: NOTE: This is code for "I didn't feel like writing one, hence there isn't one")

"Food? Yeah, I could eat. Give us a few minutes." Before Jim finished, Shadow was out of sight. Jim followed her at a much slower pace. "This way." Jim called over his shoulder, noticing for the first time the number tattooed there through a hole in his shirt. Number 332960? And you're number 013452? Well...at least they had a sense of humor*, but it seems those scientists didn't block your abilities as well as they thought. Hopefully something you were able to get will help us later.

*OOC: The combined number, 332960013452, is the bar code number of Max, a genetically enhanced human (and main character) in the TV show Dark Angel. I thought the reference would fit in well here.

Also, I think most, if not all, conversations with Shadow will be one sided, unless she is conversing with someone besides Jim (which won't happen often if ever).


~Bob
Edited by EmperorBobV, Oct 4 2009, 12:11 AM.
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Kranford looked at the old man run away. He recalled the location of his Triad Branch office and immediately started off in that direction. He'd need food, his gear, and a scan. Until he had those things and was certain that Skarrgan was in orbit, vengeance for Zoe would have to wait.

"Any of you folks want to follow me, I have a branch office where we can gear up and get some nourishment. All of you look like you need it," he said as he started down the street towards where he knew his office to be.
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"You really should listen to him, it would be a good idea. Kranford, would it be OK if we made that a sort of HQ? It would give us a safe place to group up, and we could provision it pretty well. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not so sure we should actually join this family."
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