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 Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 9:28 pm
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Bubbles drew upward from the orange ocean depths, calling a name. A beautiful name, a name of perfection so absolute that it could not be bested by any other. Or it was, at least, to her own mind.
Celestalyn...
...........jecting medical........silon.....0%....
The girl ran across the seashore, the ocean waves painted a brilliant orange by the sunset behind them. As she looked at the sleeping sun, she smiled. Soon, the moon would rise, that pale blue moon, turning the ocean from its marvelous orange to a wondrous silver hue.
Celestalyn...
Project............nstability incre......de red....
The girl admired the sun as a farewell gift, ready to welcome the rising moon in its magnificent chorus with the night sky. She grinned and looked down, giggling at the white sand of the beach that tickled in between her tiny, scrunching toes. The wind caressed her silky blond hair gently, sending a chill down her pale, naked body that made her hold herself and smile.
Celestalyn...
...itiating emergenc....ital mutagen in 5 sec...
She walked along the shore, observing the beachlife, the ironclad crabs and the sparkling starfish that shined almost as though they were plucked straight from the sky in the light of the setting sun. She turned around, looking back at the ocean as it began to stir and dance in celebration of the moon's arrival.
Celestalyn...
...agen injected! Proj..........ate is decreasi....
The ocean roared as an enormous tidal wave spawned forth from the shimmering surface, its silver tint reflecting the moon's light like a mirror as it crashed down on the girl, swallowing her and the beach in one fell swoop. The girl tumbled through the water as she neared the end of her dream...
Celestalyn...
Celestalyn...
Celestalyn.
Injection complete. Project Upsilon's heart rate has returned to normal. All systems green.
Upsilon's eyes shot open and looked about frantically. It was back in its mutagen tank, surrounded by machines and scientists that watched it and took notes. After the battle with John, Upsilon fell unconscious, having taken critical damage to its head. If it weren't for a vital injection from the scientists, the monstrosity would have died. But since it didn't, its "life" would return to normal. It shut its eyelids together tightly, hating its existence. It had forgotten all about its grudge against John, the feelings of anger replaced by sorrow and hopelessness. It would never get out. Never.
((*pant, pant, pant*))
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 9:32 pm
Alfons' breathed wuickened as they reality of where he was set in. Pulling back from Iruka's tentacles Alfons pulled his knees to his chest andbegan to shake. (1)"Wieso , Leben war voraussetzen zu sein besser hier. Mama und Papa abfahren mich und nun jetzt Ich bin hier. Wieso tat wir immer müssen abfahren Deutschland. Derjenige Scheusale wandtet mich hinein ein Mißgeburt. Wieso kann Ich habe eben ertrank inthe Straßenkreuzung." Unable to hold back his tears Alfins breaks down before falling silent and starring at the wall across from his cage.
(1)Why, life was suppose to be better here. Mama and Dad leave me and now I'm here. Why did we ever have to leave Germany. Those monsters turned me into a freak. Why couldn't I have just drowned inthe crossing.
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 9:46 pm
Lomina's voice reached Iruka's mind bringing him back from his trance-like state, he slowly detached himself from the now wide gazed Alfons and looked directly at Lomina as he smiled "Don't worry hun my own venom will take care of yours" Iruka then explained to Lomina some of the properties of his poison and reassured him that nothing bad would happen to him if he ever were to touch him. In order to show and dissipate any doubt from the incredulous spiked haired boy, Iruka swiftly placed his tentacle over Lomina's shoulder, as the venoms made contact a sizzling sound begun as purple vapor floated from lomina's shoulder. "see? nothing happened, although if we ever have to touch again, we better do it alone that vapor might be a very potent poison"
((hint, hint wink ))
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 9:51 pm
(( night everyone! i'm out for the night...I think))
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 9:59 pm
(( I'm so loving this. Kaye that post was very surreal. I liked it. And miinefield, I love your vocab lol ))
Sko watched the other chimera interact. Weeding out the strongest for the plan ahead. John was strong, and resourceful. He might even do well at causing a distraction. Iruka obviously had a great attribute with his poison, though she wasn't sure he was all the way sane, touching other Chimera and scaring the new one. If Sam were alive, she would be useful. Her throat swelled. If i hadn't killed her.
She growled deep in her throat and her claws came out automatically. There was no way she could kill them all, but God she wanted to. her anger flooded her body and she wrapped her arms around her body, trying not to explode again. Afraid of the consequences.
She wondered when the next tests would be, what they would be. There was no one to ask. No one to turn to, no one to trust. Any day now she would be forced to kill any one of them. She couldn't risk being attached.
Her mind drifted. She was still waiting for one of the scientists to confront her about her winning. About what they had found about her. What was she?
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 10:12 pm
((I like this post >:]))
John woke up, dazed and confused. He was lying on the floor, almost in the same position he had been in the arena. His tattered clothing was still dusty from the soil, and the wound in his arm had clotted and stopped bleeding. Taking in his condition, it took a moment for him to realize he wasn't alone.
His head jerked up, dizzying him, but he saw a man half-sitting, half-leaning against a countertop. The man took a drag from his cigarette, then put it out on top of the counter, not bothering to dispose of the ashes just yet.
"Who are you." The words came almost instinctively, yet he didn't have the strength to make it a question.
There was no answer, but the man stood up. Smoke lingered around his face as he exhaled, and something black slithered by his side. A cord. A whip. John had seen this before.
He struggled to his feet,
Crack!
and fell against a wall, welts reddening against the skin on his legs. He stood again, using the wall as a support, and felt the crack of the whip again, then the blood as it ran down his dust-caked legs, churning into a mixture of mud and blood. He laid there for a moment, watching Smoke from dead eyes as he walked closer, putting down the whip.
Smoke crouched down by Jonathon and grabbed the Chimera by the hair, pulling him up with tremendous strength, even though John was light due to his hollowed bones. He pulled back his arm and swung, striking John square in the face with his fist.
John was thrown back by the force, positioned against the wall, head lolling forward and palms turned upward, useless beside him.
Trent grabbed the Chimera's hair once again, looking him full in the face. John had blood trailing down the corner of his mouth, and his eyes burned like low embers, though he hadn't the energy to do anything. Trent leaned down, close, next to Jonathon. His hot breath reeked of smoke and tickled John's right ear.
"UP5G77. UP5G77." They were no more than whispers, but John could salvage nothing from them in his mind. Another punch, and John was out for the second time in less than an hour.
Smoke walked out of the room, wiping washed hands on a white towel. The scientists looked at him, who remained silent, then rushed into the Disciplinary Room. Trent had messed John up even more than Jared had previously.
An hour after Upsilon was contained back into his mutagen tank, John was thrown into his own cage underneath Apsalar. He was unconscious and the scientists had done nothing to clean him up. Dried blood left a brown trail down the corner of his mouth and near the top of his head. There was more caking the bottom of his travel worn jeans, and more still on his arms in three jagged cuts, from his fight with Upsilon.
This would be a sight for the Chimerae, but at least John was still alive. It would give them some small amount of hope, however cursed a thing it could be.
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 10:21 pm
Apsalar jerked at the sight of something suddenly leaping into the limited field of vision that her peephole had given her - she'd wanted another look at the new one down there. Her breath sucked in and she gave a strangled little half-whimper, half-moan when she looked at John.
That was one hell of a beating.
Her whine slowly turned into a low growl of rage. She wanted to hurt something. Kill something. She wanted the hunt. The smell of blood was nearly unbearable - it was bringing all her predator instincts to the surface.
She wanted to find the source of that fresh blood. Rip it to pieces, destroy it for tormenting her with the scent of prey. Let it rot sufficiently, or maybe just keep it raw, and eat it.
The fact that she knew that that source was right beneath her most certainly did not help.
Trying violently (claws across her own skin was possibly the kindest thing she did to herself) to hang on to her human mind within the animal instincts, she pulled herself away from the peephole and looked across at Tobart - the only one she could see at the moment.
"Say...things," she hissed. "Anything. Distraction. Pl...please."
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 10:39 pm
Having finished business with Smoke for the moment, Yani turned back to Devon. "That was an old colleague of Jared's," he explained, walking ahead. "I asked him to take care of the surgery's evidence because the fight with Upsilon proved to disappoint, however interesting the outcome was." He walked on, murmuring audibly to himself, "Now I must check on F00007..." He walked down the hall, towards the storage chamber where the Chimerae were contained in barred cages.
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 10:48 pm
Sko looked at Yani hatefully when he came in the door, hoping he might slip and break his neck.... Or perhaps stray too close to a hungry chimera. She growled low so no one could hear her. She wanted revenge. And she wanted it now.
Revenge would have to wait, Yani was headed for John, who was in no state to stand, let alone fight. She leaned as far out of her cage as she could to watch what would happen next. And maybe overhear any plans for an experiment.
She wondered what Upsilon Was, because it sure as hell was the not what it pretended to be... Did it even know? She wasn't sure what she was. She wasn't even sure how old she was. She couldn't remember anything, and it was starting to become an issue.
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 11:10 pm
Yani peered into John's cage, but there was no hateful glare in response. The Chimera was seriously out cold. For who knew how long? And the one above him was having a hard time trying to keep her instincts from surfacing. Yani addressed Apsalar. "Don't fight them, it's a part of you." Wise words. If only they had come from someone else, from someone with different intent. "Enjoy the scent of blood, crave it. It's who you were made to be." Made. Manufactured. That's all she was.
"As for you." He looked at Sko, who was glaring at him from her cage. He had seen those eyes before, several times. He matched her gaze with cold eyes. "You're the one I really wanted to see. Congratulations on terminating the jellyfish/cheetah mix. I had imagined it to be more difficult than it was, but you handled her effectively. Yet another example of Chimeran intelligence, using your sweater to suffocate her." He would make no mistake here. There would be no slipping, nothing to endanger him with these Chimerae. It was impossible to believe he would be killed by his own creations.
No mistakes.
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 11:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 8:28 am
Sko looked at Yani thoughtfully. She wondered how he could be so detached, even from cruelty. "Thank you." She said evenly. "Now, what did you find? What am I?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 6:19 pm
Alfons' eyes tilted up as he spotted the 'lab coat' coming closer. Biting his lip harder Alfons' began to swallow his own blood and shake in fear. (1)"Bitte , welches tat ICH ausführen zu verdienen dieses. Bitte ICH wollt zu zurückgehen zu Deutschland." Shaking Alfons' words are weak and shakey.
Leaving lunch Saura whistled as she walked down the hall. In her left hand she holds a few files. Taking a right at an intersection Saura dips into the embiotic room and looked around. Seeing no one in perticular that she needed to speak to Saura goes over to a large window and checks up on how a we chimera embryos are doing. Slowly she counts the survivors and the lost from the last mutation experiment. After marking the numbers into her folder Saura unches in a few numbers so that the dead embryos will drain from there tubes and be scanned over.
(1)Please, what did I do to deserve this. Please I want to go back to Germany.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 7:25 pm
Devon had also wandered into the room where the chimera were kept in cages. He was of course wearing his mask over his face as he was in the presence of chimera. He saw Yani speaking to the chimera named Sko, but then wandered with his eyes over to John. He walked over to John and looked at his badly beaten body. "Well I have to say that he certainly is good at his work" he said to Yani, referring to 'Smoke' while looking John over.
Devon then heard a voice speaking German and wandered over to a cage with a young boy chimera in it. "Well, well, well. You must be new" he said to Alfons. He looked down at the chimera with cold, uncaring eyes.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 7:34 pm
Alfons slowly crawled to the front of his cage and looked out at the man. Opening his mouth to speak a few speck of blood dripped out. "Why,.....m...me." Starring up with his large eyes he seems to be begging for this all to be a terrible nightmare.
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