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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 20 2008, 01:35 PM (568 Views) | |
| +CEMP+ | Mar 20 2008, 01:35 PM Post #1 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: That's right, we're finishing this puppy. Since B hasn't gotten to bringing over AF to the new RE, I'll simply link to the old RP topic itself until further notice. Anyway, here's a nice, big JP between me and Aiko. This is most likely the finishing post. Once every thing's done, we're archiving this baby.) Reg seemed to be enjoying his moment of intimacy with Trisha when he heard his sister's voice. He immediately snapped out of it, saying, "Err, just one minute, I need to get dressed." He just realized that by mentioning he needed to get dressed, he'd he might give Kat a bad impression, since Trisha was in the room with. For some reason he couldn't help but hear the word sex fly out of her mouth. Then again, he knew she was mature enough to...perhaps understand his relationship with Trisha. Of course, he knew full well what she probably wanted to talk to him and Bel about. Even if she wanted to simply talk to Bel, she couldn't. They essentially heard the same stuff, it was just one was in control of the body and the other was in the back seat. He was slightly worried that Trisha's presence might seem problematic for their discussion, but from the way Kat spoke, it didn't seem a necessity to speak to each other in private. Well, except for his parents. Katanura wrung her hands together in worry. Her parents had no idea that the monster that had saved them from the space station was really their son. The ship wasn't that large, and she could see her parents watching her out of the corner of her eye. They immediately noticed that Belugugan's voice sounded nothing like it did on the station, and their curiosity was piqued. She purposefully stood in the doorway, trying her best to block their view. Reg didn't look anything like he used to, but she figured the less they saw, the better. Reg opened the door and Kat slipped in before he entered their parents' line of sight. She shut the door quietly behind them and walked over to Trisha. Their friend was sickly and pale, but miraculously her grievous wounds were sealed. She would recover, given time. Kat sighed and leaned against the wall, mulling over her thoughts before she opened her mouth to speak. "Reg, we need to figure out what to tell Mom and Dad. It's your choice, not mine, and I'll support whatever you decide. But, you need to make a decision. Do we tell them who you are, or do you remain as Belugugan to them forever?" Reg gulped at the ideas that Kat suggested. On one hand, he could remain as Bel, not receive the shock from his parents when looked at him. He was very afraid of what they might think of him. Hell, trying to convince him he was their son would be really tricky, if not downright painful for Reg. On the other hand, however, being constantly recognized as some monster that saved them didn't seem all too appealing. He was their son, and not letting them know would make him feel like he’d lose his sense of identity forever. Tears began to well in his face, "It's...it's so hard trying to figure out what to do. I feel torn from receiving the pain of our parent's shock to simply hiding myself as a monster. I want them to recognize for whom I am now, but at the same time, I feel this will lead to an immense amount of pain." Katanura gave Reg an understanding look. "I know. I think Mom will handle it worse than Dad, but right now all they know is that you're missing and probably dead. Sure, you're a little scary now," she gave him an apologetic smile, but what she said was true, "but I was still able to tell who you were. They're our parents, Reg. They love you, and if I can accept the changes in you, so can they. Right? You know this is true." Reg nodded, sniffing, "Yeah, I know. Let's just hope Bel's antics won't scare them." There was a momentary switch to Bel's voice, "Shut up, your 'parents' will get to know me just as they know. If they don't like what they got, then the silly humans will have to suf - err, deal with it." "Yeah, let’s do this," he said, his face preparing to brace itself. He so glad he had a sister like Kat. Katanura rolled her eyes at Bel, and even flicked her finger lightly against Reg's forehead at Bel's attitude. "Belugugan, try to behave, alright? Yes, Mom and Dad will have to get to know you, but heck, you are scary, you know. Be patient with them, alright?" She stood next to Reg and wrapped her elbow in his, then grabbed his hand and squeezed it firmly. She opened the door and led him out of the room and into the tiny common area of the ship. Their parents were sitting quietly in two chairs about 15 feet away, and they looked at the unfamiliar face with wariness. They were still worried about being in danger, but Katanura obviously knew the stranger in front of them well for her to be virtually hugging him. Kat tightened her grip on Reg's hand before releasing it. "Mom, Dad, I know this is going to be really hard to believe, but what I'm about to tell you is the honest to God truth." She took a small breath and hugged her brother. "I found Reg. Belugugan is a parasite that lives inside him, and they share the same body. But, I swear, this is Reg. He saved me and everything, and he and Belugugan risked their lives to get you out." Reg felt heart stricken when he saw his parents. He really loved them as they had back. He could already see the wariness in their faces, which made breaking the news all the more difficult. He was thankful for his sister's support. The parents looked bewildered and incredulous at what Kat said. The mother was the first to speak, "Katanura, you can't be serious. He doesn't even look remotely like our son. Have you been taking any kind of drugs when you were working at the hospital-" "Mom, please, it's really me," Reg stammered, "I know I don't look like your son, but that's because of Belugugan...well, it's this whole bonding thing. My...his DNA was unstable, and because of that...we had to absorb people to survive. "Are you kidding," the father proclaimed "our own was forced to kill other people to survive?" Kat winced. "Well, technically Reg didn't kill anybody, Belugugan did," she responded, ignorant of the time when Reg chased down the Albanoid faction agent, killed, and ate him. "And since Belugugan transformed a lot, whenever he transformed back into Reg his DNA got even more whacked since everything had to be reconstructed. But seriously, this is Reg. It's been really, really hard on him, on all of us. If it wasn't for Reg though, Belugugan would be dead. Right Bel?" She looked up at Reg as if she was expecting an answer from him. Her parents were confused and skeptical. Belugugan growled, irritated, "Yes, I would be dead, and so would Reg. Our lives are, what you might call, symbiotically bonded with one another. Mind you, I'm very tempted to snarl at you two simply out of irritation. I 'm doing the best I can to restrain myself. I have a hard enough time deal with my host's emotion that leak into my mind as he does with my instincts." Reg took over, heaving a large sigh. He knew he'd have to do this the long way, seeing as his parents were still rather skeptical of. Reg went on a speal going down memory lane, using whatever unique moments in his parent’s life time to convince them. It had worked to an extent, although it was leaving his mother in particular shock. His father was handling it a better because he was more opened mined "So, Katanura," the father replied, "If what you're saying is, then who were those people that you rescued us from. He still seemed rather unsure of what to believe. "Umm... well, I'm not entirely sure myself, and I think Belugugan's gonna have to correct me if I'm wrong, but the impression I got was that those people actually made Belugugan. I don't know why though. I guess Belugugan...well, he wasn't really Belugugan back then since I don't think he was cognizant, but he got loose and did a lot of damage to the space station we just rescued you from. I think the people separated the damaged portions of the station, and a small part of Belugugan ended up on our planet somehow. Remember when Reg was in the hospital after drowning?" Her parents nodded. "Well, that's because Belugugan infected him and accidentally drowned him. Did I get that right?" She looked over at Reg/Bel for confirmation. "Yes, she has that right," Bel growled, "I was in dire need of a host, other wise I would die of an unstable DNA structure. The darn humans on the station had injected me with a chemical that had done so. It's the reason why I had to absorb so many people; under normal circumstances, Reg would have completely died after I had infected. It happened to most of the humans on the station. They would always morph right when you least expected, and that was that. They would remain in their current form, their human mind entirely subsumed." "I was aware, however, that the rest of me had died on the station, and I instinctively knew how to re-change my host back to his original form, so as to slow down my deterioration. I had no sentience back the - I was simply relying on primitive instincts. There was some kind of trick that Reg's uses that somehow connected my mind to his, and that's why you're hearing me rationalize." He spoke the last word as it were a bane to his existence. The mother had calmed down by now, the father trying to help convince her that this was all likely. Then the mother asked politely, "So, now what? What's going to happen to us? What's going to happen to - to you Reg." Katanura was at a loss. She couldn't answer that question, and after a quick glance from Reg knew that he had no idea either. A sense of helplessness washed over them. Reg knew from the very beginning that he wasn't going to get his normal life back. None of them probably would. "Reg and Belugugan are coming with me," Aiko said, emerging from the cockpit. "After we get dropped off, Xokey's going to fly you home. After what the Albanoid faction learned from seeing what happens when they mess with the wrong people, I strongly suspect they'll leave you alone. Besides, Belugugan totaled that station, which seemed to be their major base of operations. Without that infrastructure, their power in this sector is virtually zero. The Federation will have to come in to provide planetary defense, and once they're established, there's no way the AF can tinker in illegal projects like this." Katanura was still wary of Aiko and stepped closer to Reg, an observation that probably made Belugugan amused. "Where are you getting dropped off then?" Aiko smirked. "I've already made arrangements for Reg and Belugugan to stay on Sanctuary, a ship run by a personal friend of mine. Its crew consists almost entirely of Federation refugees. They'll fit right in." She paused and raised an eyebrow at Reg and Bel. "Provided they want to stay someplace where they won't be shot at?" Reg and his parents blinked. "You mean, you can actually get us a safe place. I mean, anywhere is probably better than on my home planet, so long as we're treated nicely." A wry smirk then rose, and Bel spoke up, "I'd knew you'd come through for me, but never like this. Personally, I'm tired of all this action and getting blasted by plasma. Seeing as my DNA is stable and I no longer need to kill people to live, I think I'll be quite content there. Well, provided I can some form of raw meat - non-human, of course." He grinned, revealing his large, sharp, beastly teeth to Reg's parents, whose eyes popped up, but did nothing else. |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~beflexor~ | Mar 22 2008, 09:33 PM Post #2 |
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(OOC: that was my job? Oh yeaaah… O_o) During the conversation between Katanura and Reg, Trisha gave an weak and unnoticed smile. While she didn’t know from first-hand experience, this was obviously a family matter, and even her presence in the room would act like a wedge. She still needed a new set of clothes, ones that wouldn’t make it look like she had just been in a lethal ambush and only managed to survive because of a technicality. Trisha needed a shower, too. She could handle looking like death for a time, but to smell like it would quickly begin to wear her down. Most ships had showers, from the smallest space-faring tub, to cargo ships of nutty groups, to mighty war vessels. Ships were like homes, even the simple ones, and homes always had full bathrooms. The bathroom was across the room Reg and his family were currently in however, and there was no way she wanted to go through it at the moment. Of course, there were other ways. Trisha touched the fabric of reality with her finger, noticing it was already quite malleable from her reaction to Reg’s kiss, and passed through it like a curtain of silk. From there, she passed through the space between reality, casting her eyes downward, not wanting to see what anyone looked like from this perspective. She slipped back out and into the bathroom, giving a slight gasp as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. It was a wonder that Reg’s stomach didn’t turn, seeing her like that. Without another thought, she slipped out of her clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the blood, both crusted and dry, run down the drain. As much as she should have had other things on her mind, Trisha couldn’t stop thinking about Reg’s kiss. Thinking about it again caused her weariness to come on tenfold. It was too much at the moment, every time she thought about their lips meeting, it was like someone aiming a proverbial gun at her and pulling the trigger. “Speaking of which” Trisha spoke to herself, looking down at her wound. Rather than looking like a point-blank blast wound, now it looked more like a knife attack. Just as ugly, but cleaner. She remembered a similar time when she’d been attacked, that time with an actual knife, but she had almost died then. Whatever caused her to reach this ‘exception from death’ state was a complete mystery. Either way, it was recent. Trisha lingered in the shower until she began to notice the hot water running out. Ships may have commonly had showers, but their hot water tanks held only two gallons at a time. She felt refreshed, but there was still the matter of clothes though, now that she was clean, her worn, grimy clothes seemed even grosser. She found herself with a conundrum, there was no way she could possibly wear them, and if she tore off the blood-soaked parts, that would leave her currently grotesque midriff bare, thus defeating the purpose in the first place. Groaning, she grabbed her shirt, wincing as it squished wetly in her hand. If only Ember could send some pants for her, like she had done for Reg earlier, but no. The woman only did things when she really wasn’t needed, and tried to kill Trisha anytime she was needed. That was a conundrum in itself. “Mmm, need something?” Trisha yelped, and then hurriedly looked at the door, wondering if anyone heard her. Then she looked back and repositioned the towel so that it covered every bit of herself that she could, including her red face. “What are you doing here?” Trisha hissed at the image of Ember in the mirror. “Well, I’m not technically here mind you. I’m doing that…that thing I do, you know, when you’re usually unconscious? I guess you could call it a projection, like how a cell phone call would bounce off a sattelite back when we were limited to Earth, except your brain happens to be the sattelite Hell I don’t know the specifics. At least I don’t charge you a dollar a minute. Then again, perhaps I should.” Ember seemed to ponder this before waving a black, dismissive hand. “That’s not important, either way, it seems like you could use some clothing.” When Trisha raised an eyebrow, she explained “I picked up your thought for the split second before I spoke to you.” “Then what were you going to talk to me about before?” Once again Trisha received the hand of dismissal. “Never you mind. Maybe I’ll tell you later, right now though, you need something to wear.” “Please? Could it be a long-sleeved shirt? I have some scratches on my arms. My pants are shot as well. My boots look okay though, there does seem to be something on the bottom of them though, it looks like dried vomit.” When she looked up, she found her own face looking back at her in the mirror, and a shirt hanging off the edge of the sink. At least Ember had given her that much. Trisha grabbed the shirt and moved to put it on, but found it to be longer than she expected, the lower half slipped off the sink and unrolled to the floor. A dress. Of all the evil, dastardly, backhanded things for that vile woman to do, this was the worst. It was a sundress in a lilac color that darkened as it went until it was a dark purple at the bottom. As much as Trisha had hoped for a long-sleeved anything, it had small straps that were no wider than a noodle. Beggars couldn’t be choosers though, so she slipped it on, put her boots on, hoping they would balance out the dress with their ruggedness, and stepped out just as Aiko began to speak. This caused another question to make itself known in her mind. She couldn’t go planetside again, as Aiko said, it would be crawling with the Federation, and she was till a wanted person, albeit not a high priority at this point. Although Ben and Nick would pick her up, from the way those two cooperated, it could take days. There was always another option, but it would take time, and have to be subtle. Still, it seemed like the best way considering the situation. “I’ll come with you guys, to the Sanctuary.” She said, leaving it at that. |
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