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| 0A: Stark Beginnings; Cactus belongs to a New Age | ||||||
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| ♣ StarBarks | Feb 28 2018, 10:26 AM Post #61 | |||||
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Jeremiah tagged behind Cero with a slightly slower pace, as if he could match it even that the boy walked like he was raised in the jungle, which wouldn't be that far from the truth he'd imagine. The other party, the armored priests would leave quickly, slightly to avoid any more fighting. Jeremiah would notice this, thinking has to why they would not follow after him and Cero. Every action seemed to peak his curiosity even more. He observed them, there metal-clad bodies constantly spewing blood and other grim fluids, but to note, in rather excessive amounts, to the point where any normal human being would lose fugitive due to blood loss, then eventually die. It was as if they'd become blood fountains of metal, which was enough to raise suspicions for Jeremiah. He was also concerned over the objective, a building, not likely to be an exit... perhaps Cero needed something from there? Jeremiah would deduct that, since Cero was borderline feral, he did not care for items of interest or value. He kept a steady speed, enough to keep up with the little three eyed demon. Jeremiah was no fool, he could easily see this was some sort of trap. Brain manipulation. That was what they attempted to do with his mind, or maybe they succeeded... only time will tell. From this, it was clear to the Genius that the munchkin could easily be taken advantage of. But for some reason, he felt the need to protect him. He had no other motive aside making him his lapdog/servant/"friend", which he might of accomplished already. He stopped at the entrance of the church, noting of it's cactus architecture... ugh. He peered through the pane of glass aside the double doors, seeing a gaze of moving candle lights and figures. Probably some ritual, the religious loved that sort of thing. He grabbed onto Cero's shoulder before he could enter; he needed the infant to understand him for once. "Listen. Before we go in, i wanna tell you this is obviously a trap. Most likely to brainwash both of us into some religious mumbo jum- whatever. My point is we can't let that happen, me especially, since i'm the greatest. But i need you, Cero... As much as it pains me to say it. So just remember, once we're inside, Live. No matter what. Cero, I need you to Live" Edited by StarBarks, Feb 28 2018, 11:59 AM.
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| Fudo Saiken | Mar 4 2018, 02:10 PM Post #62 | |||||
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"Live...live...live..." The boy chanted this to himself a few times, slowly coming to the realization that Jerimiah also cared for him. For a moment he was able to focus on those emotions, and he would as he carried those words into battle. Things would be buddy, and the boy would fight his little heart out for a cause he figured was one worth fighting for. But, he wouldn't be unscathed, by the end of it all hed been stabbed and beated far more than he should have ever been; but he also won this battle, even if it was for the wrong side. Where this Old Age Church once stood, there would be a massive cactus, bearing strange fruit. Seedlings of the dead that he was sent to sic and wipe out. Cero managed to dig deep enoigh to leave a large blood red cactus that would eclipse all others in the general vicinity; a marker of who truly ran this island. Days Later Awaiting in a four by four cell, Cero would stretch his neck and limbs a bit. Extending them out in front of him as far as they could before moving them to his sides, much like a cat. Adjacent from him in another cell, was his close friend Jeremiah. At this point in time, the boy had been force fed just enough lessons to begin to form a few basic sentences of his own. And so, after a morning stretch and yawn, the boy would scuffle his way over towards the cell bars he was within, and attempt to talk to his friend. "J...J...Jerrrrrrr.....miah...Morning is happy to see you..." the boy could structure some basic sentences, but nothing good. Around his neck this time was a large collar, something much more akin to a dogs collar than anyone cared to admit. But the boiy hadn't a clue what a dog even was, and so, he was rather fine with it. Actually, he considered it a nice gift. Tightly gripping the cage with his dainty fingers, the boy moaned and grunted, trying to gain the attention of one of his only friends. At this point the boy figured everyone but his great master had left the world, leaving Jeremiah as his closest friend. |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Mar 4 2018, 03:06 PM Post #63 | |||||
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It seemed Jeremiah's words held some impact on the infants mind; chanting to himself the very thing he was assigned to do: Live. Jeremiah used the tone of the group before, clearly trying to replicate the voice of his captors since he figured that certain words would trigger man made, physiological impulses from the lad. But unlike the priests, Jeremiah wasn't being dishonest. That would maybe be his only goodhearted act yet. Then, it happened. The loonies inside must of heard the Genius from outside the door, since they came charging out with weapons in hand, some melee, others ranged. Bullets hit the Genius, grazing his outer frame as he and his pet charged into a fierce battle. The fight went on for what seemed like hours, yet neither of them had any concept of the time on the island. Both had sustained injuries and racked up many kills versus their enemies. Blood soaked the walls of the holy church from the very priests you chose a peaceful life... ironic. The fight was mostly decided from the start, as expected for anyone; priests aren't very good at fighting. Nearing the climax, Cero somehow created a large, crimson cactus, spawning from within the building and demolishing it from inside. It was quite the sight to behold as corpses decorated it's spikes. So much so, that the duo didn't notice the approaching enemies from behind. Darts sunk into Jeremiah's back alongside Cero's. Not long after that, sustaining many bullet hounds and stabs alongside a tranquilizer drug, they seeped out of conscious. Arising from within the confines of a small cage, Jeremiah was unaware of how much time had passed. Apposing him was a happy looking Cero, equally chained and bound as the Genius. Once again, his arms removed from his person alongside his clothing, replaced with a nylon-like shorts, marked with a number: 0287. He'd take the boy's greeting with a pinch of salt; his addled knowledge wouldn't be a solid support of evidence as to whether it was early morning. "Morning is happy to see you too, i guess..." His head felt muddled, likely due to a dosage of drugs given by his captors. He would notice that his wounds had been tended to, clearly wanting the man alive to experiment further. He hated the feeling of being trapped like an animal. He would sigh; trying to collect his thoughts on his next move: Escape... again. |
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| Fudo Saiken | Mar 4 2018, 04:37 PM Post #64 | |||||
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Cero would hear the response from Jeremiah and become giddy. Despite looking so worse for wear, the man seemed to be in father good shape. The young cyborg tapped his feet against the ground rapidly in pleasure. His little toes hitting damp concrete causing the sound of spashes to fill the air. The boy was trapped, but it was pretty clear that he didnt mind it much at all. Actually he enjoyed the securiry of jail. Just in case Jerimiah had forgotten, the boy was basically living alone in a cell for quite some time. Currently all the blank emotion from earlier had washed away, much like the exterior wounds to his body. A good chunk of him was tended to and mended as to preserve the quality of his body. There was certainly much more interesting things intended for both men. Well more interesting in the eyes of their captors of course. Settling down after a bit of overzealous tapping and bouncing in his cell. The young Saiken' s stomach would begin to growl. The boy would flop to his backside and begin to rub his belly. Obviously he was hungry. But where would he get food? Rolling forward onto his stomach the boy pressed his body against the cage once again, his friend was still there. "Jerrrrrrrr....miahhhh! Hungry...food....me...breakfast!" it was at that exact second that the shackles on the two would release, and the cages would open. A calm bell would fill the air, one similar to an announcement. All staff to the mess hall for breakfast! Wearing no more restraint beside his collar, the boy jumped to his feet andnrand to Jeremiah, hoping to gather the man. If or once he did, the young Saiken would go to the mess hall with his friend. The floor had a red line conveniently painted on the concrete that lead towards the mess hall. How did one know If that the line lead there? There was the words Mess hall written upon the red line in thick foot wide letters. |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Mar 4 2018, 05:53 PM Post #65 | |||||
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Jeremiah noticing Cero's complete utter glee in reaction to the Genius speaking. He rolled his eyes almost passively, yet smiled; he was glad that the little rascal was in one piece... quite literally. He'd accumulate a geniune hate for these people, having now undergoing probably only a snippet of his suffering. He could easily see how many modifications to the child has made him docile, hoping to himself that he wouldn't end up like him. As for Cero, looking on the bright side, they kind of just laid out all the ground work for Jeremiah. He'd always considered making a legion of super soldiers... maybe Cero was the first. Observing his surroundings, he'd see that very surface and corner of his prison was damp to an extent. Perhaps they were hosed down? An ordinary routine for maintaining a subject of scientific experimentation. His eyes scanned over his bonds: one located around his neck, similar in size to a large plate, another two latched to his ankles, all of them chained to the wall behind the currently armless cyborg. Around midway through observations and thinking, Cero chimed in with a comment about being hungry. Come to think of it, the genius hadn't eaten since he arrived on the island; the feasting of innards was enough to put him off for weeks. Almost instantly, the bars slid open and the bonds detached from their bodies at the mere mention of their stomachs. Then followed by an announcement. Ah of course. Live subjects required food like every other living being, feeding them was only natural. He saw the logic in eating obviously, but disliked being herded around like an animal. Cero quickly came to his aid, helping in lifting him to his feet; with the lack of arms it would've been rather difficult by himself. Alongside Cero, he followed down the red line clearly labelled "Mess Hall" for the less able. This visit to the "Mess Hall" would likely be there shot at another escape, perhaps there were other like minded individuals who liked there brief taste of freedom in Cero's and Jeremiah's initial break out. |
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| Yama | Mar 4 2018, 07:50 PM Post #66 | |||||
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"Captain!...Captain!..." Kuroda opened up his eyes in a pile of rubble that had fell on top of him within the scuffle. It seemed as if that he had made notice too his mooks his coordinations was a wise idea because within the scuffle with the two robotic boys he had suffered a unpleasant concussion. His mooks dug him out of the rubble within the hour but he was stuck under earth for some time... the lack of oxegen was terrifying...but still he had a smoke. What was he too this world did he even matter... that is when he heard the sound of that whining noised little bufoon... you know one of those people that just is really annoying to hear... well that dude was screaming! Christ Kuroda just wanted him to shut his hairy little food hole! "Bwraaaaaaaap....Ugh." He burped drunkingly under the piles of dirt as the sound escaped from the cracks of piles of earth.. he looked up as he seen the light. Everything felt woozy, he would slowly climb out to see his men and some of the townspeople gathered all around him there to help. They really all didn't want to kill him... About fucking time! Last time he was here it ended up in him in a blazing inferno fist fight with his old step dad but I guess time heals all wounds in the head. They would all pose for the photo that was never taken. Days later. "Iyyseuuu...." Kuroda held his sore head after all of his adventures in his home town of Cactus island... it really was not...fuck... He couldn't really remember much at all but he probably really accomplished alot. Kuroda was laying inside the Black Betty, He had no idea on how he ended up there but all he remembered was some rubble and his men having to salvage him out a day later. Without much reason to be there much longer.. it was up for him just to leave unless those kids go around saying that they beat him. That kid though looked familiar something about him gave him some kind of chill like he was related to someone he had met before. What ever happened to the island after he tried to hunt down to fun didn't matter much too him. His men and gooks had been able too talk too their families and bless them with food supplies. He had things too be doing. Visiting home was swell but it seems the vice and crutch of religion would always crop up like groundhogs day. It was time for him to adventure out onto the islands before him and perhaps he would see those strange androids...or what is it cyborgs? Well whatever they honestly where pretty weird... proving cyborgs are always just not to be trusted! Not one! Filthy cyborgs! Anyway whatever.. Kuroda smoked his pipe making smoke rings and pondered if he'd ever see the Fudo pup. Edited by Yama, Mar 4 2018, 07:52 PM.
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| Fudo Saiken | Apr 8 2018, 11:27 AM Post #67 | |||||
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A co distant flow of words would stream through the air, to the boy they meant nothing. They were repetitive orders that he'd follow unknowingly. A drip of blood managed to spew from the many stitches and wraps that held his exterior together. The subtle crunch of metal against bone filled the air as the boy began to make his way towards the mess hall. Life up to this point was pain, and the world confusing and scary, but there wasn't anything other than this for him; nothing that he knew of. "Jerrr....miahhhhh....miahhh.....meat..."The boy moaned out from his chapped bloody mouth with a smile. The scent of horribly prepared food filled the air. A dry tomato aroma, with a scent of death. There was hardly a moment after this little word before the boy bolted for the mess hall. His little ar,s and limbs flailing in a rather uncomfortable form, as though running had become foreign to him again. In truth the machine was hardly recovering well after the drugs, and his mechanical portions didn't seem to fully work cohesive with his organic portions. It was something that would likely be inspected. With a limp and rustle, the boy would manage to reach the mess hall only through the use of his scent. Still coated in blood, still coated in pricks, the child appeared to be a monster against the pristine white of the hall. There we're maybe two dozen fellow experiments there, all of which seemed not to eager or happy, very much like Jeremiah in their desire to escape. The boys happiness only sharpened their hatred. Dashing forward the boy made a b-line directly for the service area where other experiments were patiently waiting in line for food. Curtis g everyone the boy lunged under the glass protector and straight for the food which was being served by a heavily armored guard in an apron. Jumping for the meat rations the boy would stuff his face. But within no time he was pushed to the ground by a bald experiment, one that had jagged angles coming from his face and skin. I should kill you for cutting in front of me! |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Apr 10 2018, 07:54 AM Post #68 | |||||
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Jeremiah would begrudgingly walk past the great shiny steel walls of the impressive facility. He'd spit on all the shiny surfaces out of spite if he had bothered to. Occasionally walking past sealed chambers and windows, the great genius saw much of the same over and over; he had seen all Cactus Island had to offer in terms of scientific capacity. Cero hopped along, moaning constantly about food. It was the animal's one need, yet it felt like such a great task for him since it was so mundane to feed a child like a dog. Stuff like that is beneath him. Despite this, he knew that playing faces with different individuals would pay off in the long run with his future goals; attaining some form of higher power. Suddenly, the little scamp dashed forward, rapidly approaching the canteen. Jeremiah sighed; was this how he'd spend his youth? catering for a deranged infant? He followed behind, yet again. Seems like the little bastard was way too eager to get some grub; with his face buried into the glop that they were serving, totally subsiding the patient cue of scientific subjects. There were plenty of characters of different shades, arm quantities and sizes. Jeremiah didn't show any particular interest since he'd seen his fair share of experimental human puzzles. Only one caught his attention: the one popping off at Cero for disregarding proper cue etiquette. His body was mostly spikes and plates, probably an exoskeleton similar to a beetles carapace, Jeremiah thought. He walked up and stood between the little rascal and the man made of perfect 90 degree angles. "There isn't a problem... is there?" "Damn right there is! This little bast-" "Well that's funny, you see- This little bastard was holding back... you're all lucky he didn't have you for his meal. Be grateful that i didn't see to it that you did become the dog's dinner... heheheh." Everyone plus the spiked overgrown baldy quieted down after that, being humble with their spots in the large cue. Jeremiah and Cero, cutting ahead of everyone, was served some fresh scoops of grey glop by the robot behind the protected kiosk, alongside shades of red and blue in the scoops which indicated drugs mixed in. Jeremiah took his tray of shit and walked to the far table in the mess hall, distancing himself from the other experiments. Minutes passed when the speakers began to ring with an annoying voice. "ALL NUMBERED SUBJECTS, PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE TEST ZONE FOR PHASE 2." Jeremiah quizzically looked at the loud speaker in the corner ceiling in response; unsure of what the voice meant. Groups of subjects began to walk over to the back wall, which parted like an automatic door, revealing a wide elongated hallway leading to a large gym like room. He lent over to Cero. "Hey, what's a phase 2?" |
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| Fudo Saiken | Apr 15 2018, 01:46 PM Post #69 | |||||
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Cero was 'saved by jermiahs quit wit, something that seemed to come in handy more often than not. Between the pair, Cero was clearly the...stomach of the pair. The child had a seemingly unquenchable hunger for meat. Maybe something that wasn't fully realized was the desire for blood wasn't entirely natural. Reguardless Cero just coin he'd to scarf down whatever he could get his little scared and discovered hands on. The child's stiched together exterior was hardly holding up at this point, how oddly was he placed together. Maybe Jeremiah was used to such ghastly scenes, maybe he sat on a seat so far above that the child's suffering was unnoticed. He wouldn't be the only one. Cero rushed beside Jeremiah, recognizing the man's presence as a sign of more food to come. Jeremiah, for all his...oddness, was a man that consistently lead Cero to what he truly desired. And the child hasn't yet been allowed the time to fully understand his existence. So for the minutes spent downing foods of various shades, ignoring the glaring eyes of others and Jeremiah, the kid would be drawn to attention by the speakers. Phase two wasn't something the child had heard, at least not in a long time. For a moment a few images flashed of the last time he'd heard the speakers recite these words. At that time the facility, well the previous facility would be torn down abruptly by high call But gunfire, leading to a seriously unfortunate time. Cero didn't wish to return to those times, without a decently consistent supply of meat. Jeremiah was his meal ticket now, that shouldn't change. The boy grumbled in confusion, eating faster and more. Stuffing his little childish face till his dried stretched cheeks fit over the mass in his mouth like the skin on a tribal drum. Moaning deeply it was clear the child had no clue or concern as to what was next. |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Apr 18 2018, 12:55 PM Post #70 | |||||
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Jeremiah's questioning would be subsided by the child, chowing down on the grey mush like the lies of the priests be once believed to be the truth. The boy's new master would be disappointed if it wasn't what he came to expect from the little munchkin. The Genius wasn't too interested in the pile of slop he was served, knowing it would likely be poisoned with drugs to corrupt his perfected mind and body. He nudged it towards Cero, someone you clearly liked the crap before standing up, thinking that he might be cause for suspicion if he was caught not taking their drugged food. He took a gander at the other suspects, seeing that they were making their way towards the opened passageway, which was large enough to hold several small ships in, leading to an even larger opening. Armored guards, similar to knights in likeness, began to fill the entrance opposing the new hallway, lined up in single file with rifles: it was clear they didn't want them going back. He began to slowly stride down this new hallway, hoping Cero would tail behind closely, the walls lined with red lights. Hulking figures of various sizes would stroll down the path, huddled together in their social gangs. Strength in numbers sort of thing, Jeremiah thought. They walked into the opening where spotlights from the high ceiling barraged everyone's eyes, their multiple colours swiveling around the... stage? The opening that the duo and the other experiments were lead to a room that resembled all the characteristics of a theater; a stage formed of polished wooden planks, a gigantic velvet crimson curtain and an array of seats that were empty aside from afew filled with hazmat suited priests wielding clipboards and pens. Jeremiah was rather puzzled for once, perhaps a social experiment? Whilst looking around, a guard would holler over the two. Jeremiah would reluctantly stroll over, the man handing him a... dress? "...Excuse me?..." |
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| Fudo Saiken | Apr 18 2018, 09:58 PM Post #71 | |||||
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Being passed more slop wasn't anything that would be disliked. Cero would be more than glad to consume want he could. Reaching out with one arm the child would find that he had some marginal control over the plants within him. A small fine had abruptly appeared from within, pulling the plane nudged by his friend. For one the child seemed taken a back. The sight of the vine was interesting, and confusing, what was more confusing was that the vine seemed to subconsciously do what he wanted. He'd react the only way he could, pulling the vine to his mouth and biting on it heavily. A crunch would be audible, but it wasn't anything too loud. Not likely enough to draw the eat of any of the other experiments. The vine was rather nasty, entirely unappetizing as far as he was concerned. He made a disgusted face before returning to the plates. After only a few handfuls he'd see that Jeremiah would move. And so like a puppy dog, he'd follow behind the man. Showing and chowing, the kid removed only one eye, and that eye halfheartedly, from the plate of slop. Having poured all that remained into a pile, the child kept an eye firmly focused upon the back of the one called Jeremiah. Things would get crowded, every so often someone would brush up or walk past the child, but he paid no mind, there wasn't a need to. His only agenda was cleaning the plate presented. The growing child needed his energy if he were to properly heal. And the nutrient filled gruel was his ticket to that. Eventually making it into the stage room, the child would take not of the smells. Oak, warmth, some plants, something festive. He couldn't figure put exactly what it was, but whatever these scents emanated from was rather foreign to his own experiences. The muddy, dry, and rather gruesome scents he'd been accustomed to had dulled his olfactory system so much that anything but blandness, dampness, and death felt like a punch to the face. The child grumbled deeply. Finishing his plate was saddening. With a slightly rounded belly, the child would see the reflection of a hazmat suit wearing...conductor? Cero was presented with a sailors outfit, a navy one that seemed to match some fort of priors piece. Maybe something from a few centuries ago. Cero had no understanding of what was occurring. He nudged his plate into the hazmat conductor, who then placed the clothing on the plate. In confusion, Cero walked to Jeremiah. He wore an expression that questioned how edible the clothing was. |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Apr 20 2018, 02:30 PM Post #72 | |||||
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"Is this some kind of joke? I hope you don't expect me to wear this crap! You know who i am, right...?" Jeremiah questioned the full hazmatted man as he handed the Genius a sequined dress, complete with cute frills and embroidery... ugh. The ruckus he kicked up soured the crowd around him, people began to watch with uneasy looks, not out of fear of the Genius, but the priests. Guards that were in sight of this rested their hands upon their guns, prepared in case someone got too wise in the situation. The man in question looked puzzled for a quick second, then reverted back to a sigh. "This is what is required for phase two, sir." He then turned towards the crowds, ready to address them all."All subjects are required to perform scenes written in the scripts and wear attire according to assigned roles you will be placed in. Phase Two is a theater performance. You will be devised into groups based on psychological performance in our most recent activity in a moment, please take your take familiarizing yourselves with the play-write. The highest performing 'team' will be rewarded." A collective "OOOooo" was let out by most of the sheep that were hooked up on the priest's drugs and other chemicals, some of the smarter experiments stood silently, knowing full well of the situation: This was an experiment. Jeremiah gritted his teeth in anger; this was really not his cup of tea. he turned over to his addled-minded friend, eyeing up the dress Jeremiah had obtained as if he was a dog waiting to be fed. Of course, no amount of clothing is good for the digestive system despite Jeremiah's doubts as to if the boy had any organs left. He sighed and gave a firm shake of the head; he had a feeling he'd need this regardless of his protest. Soon the two would be hollered over by a man with the same amount of brawn and square chin-ness as the rest of the idiots occupying the place. Jeremiah would pace over to him, hopefully Cero following suit. "What. is. it. Don't piss me off more than these place already has..." "Heh, new 'ere are ya? Name's Harland." The man began to speak in a hushed tone. "Most of us have got a plan in place to escape. You wit us?" Jeremiah paused before responding. Escaping seemed like a good idea, however far fetched is was. With a dense group in place, they could cause quite the riot. Only problem is, the place is one huge facility; meaning the number of personnel, admonitions and giant mechas of death were unaccounted for. But, he really had nothing better to do and he sure as hell didn't want to wait in here till the end of time, being picked apart like an unfinished dinner. Seeing Cero as a prime example of what could happen if he'd be here too long was enough initiative to act. "Of course, I'm assuming that the same goes for Cero here?" The Great Genius gestured to his companion. It felt like they had been through alot together and they had both collectively earned freedom at least. "Er- Yeah, yeah. I'll explain more later, gotta do what they say for now..." The man known as Harland would pace back to his comrades whilst the duo would track back in the opposing direction. Jeremiah knelt down in front of Cero. He immediately felt grossed out, but maintained his demeanor. "So, Cero. What's your thoughts? Comfortable being here? Wanna be part of this?" Edited by StarBarks, Apr 20 2018, 02:31 PM.
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Cero followed Jeremiah as he did. The man motioned for the child to not eat, however he found himself attracted for his attire, unnaturally so. There where whirring emotions taking a hold of the young child. Maybe it was the fact that he had a filling meal, however it was most likely due to the contents of the meal. Becoming a bit glossy eyed the child would feel as though his head had suddenly become to heavy for his shoulders. It hadn't suddenly multiplied in weight enough to drag his torso to the ground but it was enough to cause it to swivel and bop from side to side freely. The child's mouth was left ajar and his nostrils flared as he drew harsh deep breaths. Whatever was in the food had Cero feeling rather, jovial, much more friendly as well. A lot of the pains, searing burns, and discomfort seemed to settle or entirely dissipate. With his head looping around his shoulders the child would spot several people, wanting to say hello all at once. He moving his limbs in all different directions which ultimately left him in place with no proper way to move. Jeremiah would turn to the boy and ask him a question, one that the child could hardly comprehend. Still holding his attire on his meal plate Cero finally fell over onto Jerimiah' s torso. His hands falling near the man's face along with the plate and clothing. "Mmmmmmm....Jer.......miah....." the child's head burrowed itself into the man's abdomen. Whether it was voluntary or a result of his heavy head, was unclear. But it did seem like the child was agreeing. Pressing the plate forward, the clothing would fall up in the head of the child, who hardly noticed or cared. Things were devolving into quite a shit show. Cero could hear the grumbles and moans of the others around him. Jerimiah would see that even the largest of men were growing more managable and well turnt up by the drugs in their meal. It appeared They were all beginning to be primed for this show. |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Apr 22 2018, 04:53 PM Post #74 | |||||
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Cero showed a response of that the Genius would expect from the adolescent zombie. He keeled over into Jeremiah's center, the cyborg grasping the child from the armpits as to prevent him from slamming into the ground. Mumbling words, Cero would try to appease to the Genius by acting out like a dog. Hardly an upgrade from wild animal to puppy but Jeremiah predicted a reaction like this, also he'd assume that this meant they were in complete agreement... Which he already knew. It was clear that Cero lived as a sheep; following orders first and thinking second, whether it was by choice would would allude the Great Genius. With Cero's addled mind, Jeremiah could confirm he had the child under his thumb, soon to form him into a sharp fingernail to point against his targets. Whilst holding the child, he didn't want to hold him any longer than he had to; still rather pissed off about this scenario could lead to lashing out erratically, which he'd rather focus on the guards, who had now masked the entrance with personnel. He would prop the child up into a straight slump on the stage floor, questioning his ability to stand. They were supposedly meant to perform a play, given they were handed scripts soon. This sprouted more questions that puzzled him so: why the drugs? Was this to test compromised cognitive motor controls? Or was this to satisfy their sadistic needs? Jeremiah's line of thinking worked in a way of putting himself in the shoes of the priests to try to figure out their reasoning. He concluded that the former was likely the case; testing out the mental strength and integrity of the subjects... at least, that's what he'd do. Only problem was their new pet, Jeremiah, wasn't on these hip drugs. Meaning that he'd have to act the part. He wasn't all too good at hiding his true colours, but from time to time he could put on a face or grin and bear it. He would notice the priests wandering around the stage, handing out wads of paper to crowds of individuals, likely the scripts. As they arrived to the duo, Jeremiah would snatch it from their clutches out of spite, reading over some bold text among the small print of paragraphs. "Cinderella...? Simple concepts were always better of improvisation, but this is degrading. Hmm." Jeremiah protested aloud to himself about the stupidity of it all, clearly attracting attention of both the guards and the fellow experiments, except the guards knew to stay at their post, whilst the inmates wondered over like marionettes, behaving disorderly. They wore happy smiles while their greeted wore a face of disgust. "Get out of here before i have you removed one limb at a time! Fucking idiots..." They tumbled back over to the solid mass that was the main group, Jeremiah and pal located near the stages corner. He knelled down to Cero, script in hand. "Alright, now i'm assuming you can't even read sober so this'll be a challenge. Everyone learns how to read, Cero. It's simple really, if it helps you can follow my lips as I pronounce it. Guess we'll start with the bas-" "Ahem, this will be your group for the performance." Interrupted, Jeremiah would turn to face the group of characters with distinct features alongside the priest introducing them. All equally high off of the medication. "Great, Cero 1, 2 and 3. Welcome to the partyyyy... heh..." |
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Burrowed into the abdomen of his traveling companion, Cero's third eye would peer upwards towards Jerimiah. The child had a sinking feeling about what was to occur next. The announcement of his name causing a shutter. For whatever reason the child felt as though there was a darkness resonating with his name. As though something unexplainable was to happen. Actually, this was one of the first times he'd felt anything other than hunger. One of these feelings was happiness. Burrowing himself further into the abdomen of Jerimiah, the child felt warmth that he wasn't accustomed to. Actually, as he continued to roll his forehead against the man's torso, he'd find a warmth welling inside himself. His head felt as though it was filled with a lot of rat meat, too much for him to really say much of a word. Then, turning all three eyes upward to Jerimiah, the boy felt more warmth trickle down his face from his eyes. Strangely he also felt some warmth around his feet, but he hadn't peed himself. So what was it. The child's feet shuffled a moment trying to shake this feeling from his soiled toes. Then suddenly the child would week nothing but uncomfortable moisture. Sinking into the earth, Cero would plummet into what he could only equate to starvation. He felt as though he'd been pulled into a stomach of infinite hunger. Pulling on Jerimiah, the child would find himself rapidly sucked into the earth, losing all grip of the cyborg as he was consumed. A long drawn out wailing filled the air. "Jerimiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" the boy wailed loudly, before he would be lost to the earth in what felt like an instant. Cero felt nothing but uncomfortable moisture. Everywhere he grasped was like water, and yet, at the same time it was not. It felt like he was in....a swamp! The sounds a feelings were familiar, but this area didn't smell like cactus, instead it smelled like death. Fussing within the swamp, the boy found himself hardly keeping his head above whatever this place truly was screaming in the darkness the boy felt something prod him every so often. Every so often he felt his hand brush against something that was as startling as it was dark here. The mind of the child began to go wild, the various liquids inside him misrepresenting the world outside of him. For what felt like forever the child drowned. |
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