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| +CEMP+ | Apr 25 2015, 08:04 PM Post #41 |
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Clockwork Master
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By now, Tamaki had found that the warehouse contained a lockdown mode, which would pretty much bunker the building down, causing shutters to close on all windows, leaving the only real entrance and exit being the side door. It left them a lot less vulnerable, and if anything else did indeed try to barge in, they'd know immediately. Which was probably a good thing right now because Moria was...distracted to say the least. She was normally keen on focusing upon a task, especially when there was a possibility of danger; even in her weakened sate, she held the her rifle steady, leveled at the side door, ready to fire upon anything fast and hostile. Except that no matter how much she reminded herself of her duty, a strong impulse constantly had her taking glances at the video feed of Alissa's fight. She just couldn't help herself. Something about being an observer of Alissa's skills, rather than a direct opponent, had her attention more than anything else. And the clash, no matter how brief she looked at it, always left her...breathless. The skill, the speed, the flurry, the...ferocity of the combatants unlike anything she had ever witness outside of a simulation. It looked far more intense than she had been involved in, as though...as though she wasn't holding back. Alissa, her naive, young mind presumed, was treating this 'operative' – a soldier no doubt much like her – as the an actual enemy. And she honestly wanted to see just how she eliminated him. She managed to steel herself to face the doorway again, but the female frame of Alissa – it was the only way she could Alissa from the other operative - had artfully sent her opponent sailing hard into the parking lot. Moria's jaw dropped at the sight of Alissa's physical prowess, and it frustrated that she did not have the luxury to actually watch this to the end. Well, she could, but an ingrained sense of duty finally took hold. The next half minute that passed had Moria holding her breath, staring hard at the door for either an intruder, or Alissa. Instead, in the open doorway, she got both. The healing soldier stared wide-eyed at the operative Alissa had just plopped into the warehouse. Still breathing. Still alive. Just when she though she was starting to finally understand, the blasted woman went and did something that threw her mind for a loop It finally made her snap. Every bit of raw frustration, hate and anger that had been bubbling over the past days finally reared itself in front of Alissa's face, Moria aggressively approaching the woman with a sneer. She had the rifle right against the middle of her face, with venom pouring out of her voice, and words that she shouldn't even know coming out of her mouth. “What...the hell...is going on?!” she yelled, “You infiltrate us as a another person, claim that you're not the enemy, and – and then you help us without explanation. And now this – she motioned to the unconscious operative - WHY!? Why do you do this? Isn't he the enemy?” -=-=-=-=-=--=--=-=-=-- Jenosa calmly twirled a bang of hair hanging down the right side of her forehead as she patiently waited for Thea's response. She was in no rush, and knew expressing concepts like these were tricky to the AI still. At the very least, the company of Thea's image relaxed her somewhat. When she finally took in the AI's response, she shifted her posture in contemplation as she learned more about Alissa and her AI's relationship with one another. It was strange having been on this ship and not knowing the full depth of this until now. Part of her anxiously wondered how she would even reconcile with her...'alternate' self – she was not fond in acknowledging Armoria as a clone – after what had went down in her own little home. For while Jenosa had only spent about half an hour just near her presence, she felt that their one way, empathy connection had burned the clone's brief life experience into very her soul. Armoria's fury, passion, pain and fears, during the infiltration, had been branded alongside her own that day. And there was just no forgetting it. In the end, this whole search had begun because she hoped it would sooth the restless ache in her heart left from that event. But with their destination now so close, she was honestly felt afraid of facing this mirror image of herself again, not knowing what kind of unsettling reaction she would get. Thea was definitely right about one thing: organics could be difficult to predict, even if you were one. And she had even opened her mouth to make this agreement out loud when the image announced their imminent jump; simply decided to forgo their current subject in lieu of making contact with Alissa finally. However, Thea's smile upon reconnecting to Alissa's suit was short lived when she processed just what it was relaying. No sooner had the word 'engaged' been stated that Jenosa exclaimed, “What?” while reflexively whipping herself out of the covers, standing to full attention before the image. In the dimly lit room, her adult female form – lithe, athletic, and currently barely clothed in expectation of sleep – was strongly accented in contrast to Thea's adolescent image as she stood listening, her eyes flaring blue with anticipation; bearing an impression of mental and physical maturity within the dark. And once she heard there was an operative involved, she no sooner swore, “Shit!” and was scrambling to put her basic combat gear on. She stumbled somewhat in the process of this as the ship accelerated, but she otherwise made fine timing as the ship began entering the atmosphere. By then, dressed in her gray combat pants and matching, thing but strong vest, and did not bother going further with her bio-suit – without a wave-matter transporter, the process would take too long. “I have disrupted communication between the operative and its AI,” Thea announced over the intercom, “I am attempting to gain control of the ship….Jenosa…I will need you to land, this requires my full attention” “Great work Thea. Do your job and leave the pilot to me. I'm rusty but I should manage with Derad.” Jenosa slipped comfortably into the pilot seat, and once safely strapped in, Thea turned the controls over to her. Gripping the controls, her expression quickly went from serious but enthusiastic to steely as she felt as she felt the safety of their landing fall entirely in her hands. Thea was relying on her to keep them in one piece, and she did not fancy herself an Ace pilot; only having taken the reins few in times in her earlier career when she had been pressed into dogfights in open space. It had been an adrenaline pumping experience for sure, but generally wasn't her cup of tea. Then again, she never ran sleek, speedy and maneuverable crafts because they normally didn't accommodate her profession very well – something the Black Hawk demonstrated well. Already the ship was zipping past the buildings and terrain below like a bullet out of hell, giving Jenosa less then a minute to get a feeling for the controls before needing to descend closer to the city-scape. The ship rocked left and right in her hands as she did her best to maintain course with this velocity. Nearing their destination, Jenosa complied Derad's warning to decelerate, less they totally overshoot it. Even so, they were barreling fast thanks to Thea pushing the engines beyond their limit, and, straining, Jenosa roared as she had to make a wide, dangerous swerve just to 'break' in the air. Leave it to an AI stricken with her first, genuine fear, she though, to set everything to ludicrous speed. Putting the Black Hawk down rather gracefully for her first landing attempt, she unclipped her harness and shouted, “Thea, how you doing the other ship? And how's Alissa for that matter?” |
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| ~Alissa~ | Apr 27 2015, 03:06 PM Post #42 |
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As the blackbird landed Thea’s image appeared on the com screen “I’ve deactivated the ship’s AI for the time being, I bringing the ship to the same location. This is an opportunity for Alissa to replenish technology she has no other way to get” Thea said simply as the piloted the other ship, so similar to her own toward the warehouse. “Alissa is…fine…safeties have been re-engaged, her suit is registering no damage, and no internal systems damage. It appears she has disabled the operative.” Thea paused quietly “she did not terminate the operative however…” -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Alissa was not known for outbursts. Indeed she was known for her cool control over her emotions; Often appearing to be devoid of anger, passion, joy, or any other emotion to those who did not know her. Even to those who knew her well outbursts had never been observed, even a furious Alissa was quiet and collected…if possession an icy intensity. Every single person who had ever had any interaction with Alissa Achillies would have no frame of reference for what followed. “You want to know what is going on? You want me to explain why I’ve done what I’ve done? You want to understand how it is we got why we are here?!” Alissa locked eyes with Moria quietly a moment “Disarm” the rifle she had given Moria complied, there was a click as the safety engaged and the sound of winding down as the weapon went into standby. Alissa reached up wrenching the weapon from Moria’s hand before slamming it down on the table. “How this started, I took a job and made a friend…someone abducted that friend and took something from her they had no right to take. Then that someone tried to kill myself, my friend, and our allies to cover up the crime they had committed.” She started advancing on Moria “ it took months of investigation for us to even learn about vertigo, much less come up with a plan and execute it and even then we didn’t know what we were going to find, certainly not a fully grown subject” she said indicating Moria. Alissa’s voice was getting harder, her anger and frustration at being treated as an enemy by the person she had risked everything to try and help for reasons she didn’t fully understand boiling to the surface. “So yes I infiltrated that facility, I used skills that I do not care for, touched on a part of my training that I hate, suppressed my personality, and took on the guise of another person to gain entrance into that place. I worked hard to ensure that there would be minimal casualties when we arrived to arrest these people and shut down the project and right when things were the most delicate our cover was blown and you were sent after me to capture me” “We fought, I held back because I knew you didn’t have a choice, whether or not you knew it you were a weapon, you hadn’t made a choice to be where you were, you were created and told to do something. I held back because I had been you, I knew that there was so much that you didn’t know, that you deserved the choice, and I held back because I have actively avoided doing real harm since I left the Coalition. I understand why you didn’t trust me, but I do not understand why you hate me. Because I save her from prison” she said indicating Tamaki “And you from a lifetime of being a lab experiment at best, dead at worst” she said advancing further “ I risked my life and much much worse to keep you both safe and away from your government because make no mistake right now they are your enemy” “And because of everything I’ve done for you two” she indicated the unconscious operative “I have risked my own capture, my freedom, and any sense of self I’ve managed to pull together since escaping and for what!? The constant ire of a grown child incapable of processing interactions as anything other than the ally enemy binary?!” “he is alive because as long as he is control will not know he has failed, which buys us time to put distance between ourselves and this place. He is alive because he is no longer a threat, but more importantly he is alive because he does not deserve to be dead, he is alive because the only difference between you and I…and him is that we have a choice!” “You want to know why I’m helping you? I am helping you because whether or not you like me, you and I are alike. Because we were created not born, because we did not have choice in our existence, I had to fight to get my choice, it was given to you by someone who actually cares about you. For you to understand why I am helping you, you have to understand how I got here and you can’t do that because you haven’t bothered to do anything other than glare at me since you woke up.” She picked up the riffle and shoved the flat side of it into Moria’s chest “if you want to threaten me with a weapon then do not use my own….armed!” the weapon reactivated as Alissa stormed off to begin removing technology from the unconscious operative, still visibly livid as she worked. |
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| +CEMP+ | Apr 30 2015, 09:18 PM Post #43 |
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Clockwork Master
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By now, Moria had grown incredibly accustomed to Alissa's quiet, unsociable nature; and in some ways, she preferred the distance, the woman's face being a constant reminder that she had been stripped of her previous life. And the strange, phantasmal 'pain' in doing so. For even after Tamaki's explanation of the events that had transpired, she always found herself resenting how this woman had abruptly entered her life; and instrumentally tearing it down. She didn't want a pain that she was unfamiliar in dealing with. And so, unable to get a strait answer from her, she had become comfortable this tranquil persona. In fact, she had expected Alissa to coolly, almost professionally, brush off the question with an ambiguous answer. She did not expect fury, anger and frustration to gradually rise into her stoic, solid demeanor as she began going into the longest spiel she had heard, ever. Nor how Alissa so swiftly disabled the rifle she had trained against her face, almost completely putting Moria off stance as she slammed it onto the table. She barely had enough steely will inside her to keep her eyes locked with Alissa's ire filled irises, let alone holding her ground with more than a few back steps as Alissa slowly approached her. And through all of this, despite what pain she normally felt from interacting with her, she found herself taking in every word. Every syllable. Every emotion. Suddenly seeing and hearing what really boiled underneath this woman's armor had her completely gripped. By the end of it all, Moria was breathing heavily, with beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead. Loosely gripping the rifle that Alissa had given back to her, she no longer held it with the firm confidence she had before. Instead, as she unconsciously sat down without anyone saying, she looked shaken, her eyes wavering as her mind whirled with concepts she largely struggled to understand. Alissa had actually scared the wits out of her in more ways than one. And stangely, had left a new ambiguous pain in the process. “Moria,” Tamaki asked, concerned and frightened by the sudden outburst between the two, “...are you alright?” There was a moment before she replied shakily, “I'm – I'm fine.” Clearly she wasn't, but she obviously didn't want to admit it. She then glanced at Chel, or rather, what were both of them; and both giving her an odd stair. “What?” she asked. |
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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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| ~The Boss~ | May 25 2015, 01:14 AM Post #44 |
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Native Son
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Grace didn't say a word as she followed Alissa into the warehouse. What was there to say? Hi, I'm the one who killed Jenosa and I'm here to say I'm sorry and really don't mean any harm, honestly. Really? Seriously? Who would believe that? She'd be shot dead in two seconds. So for the time being, she kept her mouth shut. If they boys were here, they'd say Alissa had just performed the first of three miracles required for sainthood. Thankfully, Alissa seemed to barely notice her, being preoccupied with her adversary as she was. Grace just watched as the woman in black tied the man to a chair. "You okay?" she asked as Alissa took off her helmet. She looked like hell, blue hair all frazzled and face looking all pale. "Can I get you anything? Glass of water, cup of coffee?" There was just an awkward silence. "I'm gonna go get a glass of water." ...................... This place had everything. A fully loaded safehouse, stocked up for an extended vacation. There were living quarters for you and a few of your close friends/random people you picked up along your journey of pissing of whomever you pissed off to have to come here, a workout area, and most importantly, a decent kitchen. Grace was pleased to find some bottled water in the refrigerator. She grabbed one and chugged down nearly half of it, parched as she was. She started to head on back, then grabbed another bottle for Alissa. Being nice might not earn her any points, but it sure couldn't hurt. "You want to know why I'm helping you?" Grace heard as she walked back out onto the main floor of the warehouse. She saw Alissa pointing a rifle at someone as she argued with them. Was that... Jenosa? “If you want to threaten me with a weapon then do not use my own….armed!” Alissa shouted. "Look, I don't know what's going on here," Grace said as she came over to them, "but I'm pretty sure everyone here is on the same side. I mean, not that y'all are interested in listening to me anyway, but somebody's gotta say it. And besides, there's a guy tied up in the chair over there who's definitely not your friend, and he needs to be either interrogated or killed. Probably both, if you ask me, and again, you're not, so... yeah." She looked over at the redheaded woman, who she still thought was Jenosa. "Okay, you're a lot taller than I remember." |
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | May 25 2015, 03:21 PM Post #45 |
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Just your friendly neighborhood Section 2 agent!
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Impressive. That was the only word Chel could think of to describe the fight between Alissa and the operative. Fast, too...but then that was more than one word, and at that point there were plenty of other words that could be applied to it, which defeated the whole point. And then the newcomer showed up and brained the operative with a tire iron, swinging the fight decisively in Alissa's favor. Something seemed familiar about her, like Chel had met her in passing in the past, but that didn't really say a whole lot, considering how many people she'd met in passing. Especially since she didn't pay attention to who was a fan of what sports teams. Regardless, she'd definitely gotten dragged into this mess, as Alissa motioned for her to follow once she defeated and restrained the operative and brought him back to the warehouse. That was when things got...interesting. She had started raising her arm to aim her palm at Moria when she shoved her gun in Alissa's face, but stopped when she realized just whose gun it was. Sure enough, Alissa near immediately disarmed the gun and had wrenched it out of the redhead's hands, before going on an angry rant. "Note to self, never make Alissa mad," she heard Rose mutter under her breath next to her, prompting a nod. Still, what Alissa revealed in her rant spoke volumes about why she acted the wy she did. Kathi would probably have a field day psychoanalyzing the two women if she were there. Not that she fully agreed with keeping the operative alive, considering his capabilities, but a prisoner was much more likely to provide information than a dead man. Moria looked visibly shaken by Alissa's rant, and despite her words, she pretty obviously wasn't "fine". Though the simple "What?" the redhead directed at her made Chel realize that she had been staring. What indeed. It probably had something to do with the six foot tall, phazon-infused superhuman being cowed by a woman who couldn't have weighed more than Chel herself soaking wet, despite their differences in height. And as far as the newcomer was concerned...she was absolutely right, Chel wasn't interested in listening to her right then and there, not compared to Moria. "You," she finally answered. "She can't be more than sixty kilos of pure muscle, you've got a phazon derivative flowing through your veins - spoilers, by the way," she directed at the other woman, before turning back, "and you're the one who bows out. It just...makes me think. How little most of us here really know about each other." "You got any questions for me, let me know." She sat back down in one of the chairs as Rose headed over to where Alissa and the operative were, trying to get a look at the operative's tech. "I'll see what I can answer." |
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| ~Alissa~ | May 26 2015, 01:56 PM Post #46 |
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Alissa reached and took the bottle of water Grace had procured for her and cracked it open upending the bottle and draining more than half of it before pouring the rest over her head. The suit did an excellent job of regulating her internal temperature in most cases but that fight had required she push herself far harder than evolution had prepared the human body to go. The suits cooling system was working just fine but the cold water felt good and cleared her head a little. She heard grace comment “ok you’re a lot taller than I remember” “That is not Jenosa Arma.” She said quietly as she returned to her work of disarming the operative before removing the armor plate. She worked like one familiar with the technology. Olympus was good at consistency, though she noticed minor changes they all seemed to be improvements. “You were at Vertigo, now you know what they were working on.” She said setting the weapons on a table, all neatly folded into themselves, several batons like those she used collapsed into their handles along with a collection of other tools; she followed that with the plates from the armor leaving the operative in the black under armor suit. She stood looking at the display on what had been his wrist mounted computer, looking over readout of his injuries. She looked up from her examination setting the computer down looking toward the operative as people started to talk about interrogation or execution. “We won’t be questioning him….he’ll self-terminate if he thinks he will give up anything useful” she said quietly turning to look more fully at the unconscious operative “if we kill him control will know he is dead, keeping him alive buys us time, we’ll be gone by the time he wakes up” she said quietly. She moved over to the table where she had laid out the armor and keyed in a command on the wrist computer setting it on the table. A moment passed then the armor plates seemed to melt before beginning to flow toward the computer before reforming into a solid angular looking block about the size of a large backpack. She stared down at the technology quietly a moment, so familiar but just different enough to remind her that they were still out there. And those others were going through what she had. |
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| ~The Boss~ | May 26 2015, 10:49 PM Post #47 |
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"Vertigo?" Grace was confused. That was Jenosa sitting right in front of her, but this chick was saying that it wasn't, and also saying she had been somewhere that- "Ohhhhh." Realization finally set in. She folded her arms and gave Alissa a smug look. "Jimmy didn't tell you, did he? Not surprising, he doesn't tell me shit. I was never actually there. Even I can't escape from prison on that short of a notice. No, he sent Nick to visit me with a little recording device, told me to tape a bunch of shit, screw with Travis Clark for a bit. I hear it worked like a charm. If he told me the truth, which is always in doubt." She glanced over at the redhead, putting to and two together. A clone. That would definitely make sense, given the kind of weird shit Delacroix was into. One of the reasons she wanted nothing to do with him, along with the fact that he just plain gave her the creeps. She really wanted to say something to the clone, but wasn't sure what. She was sure that no matter what she came up with, it would be painfully awkward. Thankfully, Alissa provided a nice distraction as she relieved the operative of his weapons and armor. Grace briefly thought of helping herself to his sidearm, but decided against it. "May I talk to him?" she asked. "When he wakes up, I mean. I think I know how to get him to talk." |
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| +CEMP+ | May 28 2015, 01:49 PM Post #48 |
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Clockwork Master
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“Alissa is…fine…safeties have been re-engaged, her suit is registering no damage, and no internal systems damage. It appears she has disabled the operative.” Jenosa saw Thea pause quietly “she did not terminate the operative however…” “Huh?” she responded, “y'know...I'm actually not surprised by that at all. Well, if you ever need to talk or let Alissa know something, my com's open.” ------------------ In response to Chel's comment about how Alissa handled her, Moria, glancing at the floor briefly, scoffed weakly. “Hah, Alissa's speed, skill and tactical prowess far outweigh the combat potential of my strength and weight. She could easily put me down like I were her rifle.” Of course, it was not the reason she had actually backed down; just a plain fact. And excuse, possibly. There was a moment of silence on her end, her eyes wondering as mind attempted to process the rest of Chel's words; it was only just recovering from Alissa's mental hay-maker. Then they finally sank in, and she looked at blond woman with a surprised gaze. “I...” she began, and fumbled to express herself, looking back down at the floor, with clasped hands, as she tried to compose her line of thought. “I...never knew – never known...anyone else very well...but Tamaki. Not...anyone of the other scientists. I...never knew anything else in my life other than to kill, fight and protect. And – follow orders.” Finally, she gave Chel a solid look to the face, her expression that of relief and comfort. “Thank you,” she managed, “I – I wouldn't know where to begin...but thank you.” This was...an interaction admittedly new to her. She never had someone openly present themselves like this to her. Yes...sometimes questions were asked by her, and, occasionally, they would receive an answer. But they were always one off question usually asked by her, and no else, not even the scientist that showed her some compassion, had sat down before her like this. And she was on the verge of formulating her first question when the newcomer she had barely paid any attention suddenly talked to her. Moria looked at the woman with a bemused expression, only to quickly begin focus on her face. Or rather, her voice. She was about to utter “Do I...know you?” when Alissa simply cut in with an answer, all the while mentioning her name - the person she was a cloned of. That made her shiver for a moment, but only so, as the voice of the newcomer was familiar to her. Yet through the fog and pain of past events, she couldn't place who it was, only that every syllable she spoke got underneath her skin. Then, at the swing of door hinges, her voice replaced the tone she heard. Her own voice that was not her own at all, coming from the doorway across the room with an unexpected flare of surprised anger. A voice that made her whole body freeze up like stone. “What. The hell. Is SHE doing here?” Moria craned her head to look not at a stranger, but the very mirror image of herself. The very one she had faced back in the facility, with the very same facial features, impractically long pony tail, but a deeply confident stance. And a expression that meant business towards the newcomer she furiously pointed to. “Seriously,” she – Jenosa Arma - continued, after a brief silence in the warehouse, “am I having a mid-life crisis?! Because I already have a clone to do deal with you here, and having the very person who indirectly screwed up part of my life does not help me at all.” Even though the woman's entire attention was on Grace, she had all of Moria's for nearly half a minute. A time in which she simply gazed and remember. She remembered it all All of the moments she had seen, heard, and faced her while in the facility. And then, moments beyond that. Memories of a white veiled dream that had never been a dream at all, but more of her life. All of it was suddenly very clear. Her breathing becoming heavier, she finally looked at Chel and said, “Yes, I'v got question. But...I can't ask it here, with her,” she motioned to Jenosa. “The kitchen.” ---------------------- It really didn't take long for both woman to move into the only place that was remotely isolated from everyone else. And it actually wasn't all that hard to slip out without being noticed by Jenosa in the first place, with all her ire being direct at the very person that had murdered her. Not that it was quick and easy for Moria to formulate her question, give her 'youth.' But she did make it gradually. Finally, she postulated, “I – I take it you or...the other woman like you are a clone of someone, no?” Chel gave her a nod in confirmation, and Moria paused before speaking again. “The woman that just came in – I'm a clone of her,” she confirmed back, “and – I'm not sure how to face her. I – How do you – how would you approach yourself if she had become so different that...it scares you?” |
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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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| ~Alissa~ | May 29 2015, 02:49 PM Post #49 |
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Alissa looked up as a familiar voice called out “What. The hell. Is SHE doing here?” Alissa looked up at the sight of Jenosa entering the warehouse and was a little surprised at the feeling of real relief she felt at the sight of her friend. She stood up looking toward Grace a moment who had just been asking if she could question the operative whom Alissa had just explained they would not be questioning. Then again Jenosa’s presence meant her ship was there. “Blackbird….do we have a status on the operative’s vessel” ***yes operative….the vessel’s AI has been disabled, I am landing it next to the Blackbird as we speak, communication with control has been disabled*** Alissa paused “your voice has changed….are you alright?” Alissa asked There was a pause from Thea ***yes, I am alright….we will discuss what has transpired shortly, the current situation should be addressed. The woman Jenosa is referring too was recently released from prison…she was incarcerated for the crime of Murder, her victim was Jenosa Arma*** Alissa blinked…that explained quiet a lot she turned her attention on Grace quietly drawing one of her pistols. “That…is an excellent question I’ve not had the chance to answer….” |
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | May 30 2015, 10:44 PM Post #50 |
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"Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't the scariest person in the room just get done explaining why that would be a bad idea?" Rose asked the new arrival - who was apparently interested in pocketing some of the operative's tech while Alissa looked away. Followed by yet another new arrival showing up and... "Saber, get out of the bloody truck already," she complained into her comm. "Too many people to keep up with, need more of me out here." "Good, I was getting bored, thinking you and Fury would be having all the fun of meeting new people in increasingly stressful ways," the other clone snarked back at her. "Look, I wouldn't necessarily have meant interrogating him," Rose said as she turned back to Alissa, the sound of a door slamming shut echoing from the garage. "In case you've forgotten, we still have a full-body medical scanner set up in here, and it's kinda difficult to get proper biometrics off a corpse. I'd be interested in throwing him in and seeing what makes him tick. Assuming that he doesn't have a self-termination procedure in place for that too, because apparently black-ops groups are paranoid. Who'd have thought?" ------------------------------------------------- Chel sobered up from her usual lighthearted attitude fast when she heard Moria's question. "My situation's a little bit different than yours, though it'd probably take a while to explain," the blonde hunter began, filling a glass with water. "Suffice to say, I don't maintain any distinction, mentally, between my original self and any of my clones." "That is, with one exception. Five years ago, one of me went missing. Sent some warning messages, and then disappeared for three years." She looked down, thinking over the events again. "When she showed back up, she had...changed. It was definitely her, I'd know myself anywhere, but she acted differently, and always kept a tight scarf or bandana or something covering the top half of her face, eyes included. Even then, some kind of black ichor or something kept leaking out from underneath. She left again very shortly thereafter." "Even now, I still don't know what her motivations really are. She was skittish, evasive, didn't want to talk about what happened other than that it had shaken her to the core, and that she felt everyone was in terrible danger." She didn't want to go on beyond that, to the various reports, some disturbing, others cryptic, of what Exsurgent had been doing. It wasn't the whole story, but she'd just as soon not share it in its entirety anyway. "Just remember, the person on the other side might be just as nervous about meeting you as you are them, no matter how confident they look on the outside." |
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Once, there was a maiden... ...whose tears of grief nearly drowned the world. So she tore out her heart, and made war against it. In victory, she sealed it in a locket, and trapped in a casting of bronze. "Such is the price of unguarded emotion," she said. | |
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