Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2017 20:18:12 GMT -5
Sixteen gazes into his eyes. "And there is nothing to change his mind...I think I could."
|
|
|
Post by Risukage on Feb 7, 2017 23:44:44 GMT -5
The Raven sighs and leans back in his chair. "I am flattered that you think so highly of my position within Yggdrasil, but I am simply the eyes and ears of our network, I have no say in its running, least of all the actions of its highest members. What I am able to do, however, is pass along your message, with a priority request to that it moves to the head of any queue it is in. Our communications move fairly quickly, even to out here, and a reply should be forthcoming within a few hours at most."
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2017 23:49:36 GMT -5
Sixteen sets down his glass with a soft click, and gazes at the Raven silently for several minutes. "Tell them Professor Xree Vasiliev has reappeared, and wants to meet with them."
|
|
|
Post by Risukage on Feb 8, 2017 1:45:23 GMT -5
The name doesn't mean anything to him, but the gravitas with which it is spoken, and the Mythou qualities that the other man possesses mean that it definitely will to certain people, and definitely one in particular. He stands and bows. "Pardon me, then, I shall deliver the message and return with an estimated time of reply." He departs, and curiously, returns only a few minutes later, looking both annoyed and embarrassed.
"My sincere apologies, it appears that I have very inaccurate data. Weather conditions interfere with our communications at the best of times, and it seems that our tower has been damaged in the recent inclement weather. It is being repaired, but the only way to get anything out at the moment is to send a courier to Breeze or Cross and utilize their network to interface with Deep. I have already requested such, and our fastest ship is departing now to deliver the missive. A reply should be swift, as by the time it reaches Deep our network should be functional again, but at the worst case it will take several days to hear back. Is there a way in which we can reach you as soon as we have word from Odin?"
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 1:52:37 GMT -5
Sixteen gazes intently at him silently for several minutes. He hates having to wait. But it will give him more time to prepare. He hates having to wait above ground more than anything else though. "You may find me in the mansion on Kwench Street. I won't be in it all the time. If I'm not there...simply leave a note. I'll find it."
|
|
|
Post by Risukage on Feb 8, 2017 2:39:32 GMT -5
The Raven bows again. "Once more, I express my sincere apologies for providing incorrect timetables. We pride ourselves on factual, updated information, and even small errors shall not be overlooked. The moment that I have a reply from Odin it will swiftly be brought to your hands."
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 2:41:26 GMT -5
"Hand." He grins showing his teeth. "Thank you for your time..." Leaving a space there for them to tell him their name.
|
|
|
Post by Risukage on Feb 10, 2017 15:50:44 GMT -5
His smile is a bit wry, hearing the pause but knowing it cannot be filled. "A Raven lives to serve, and at any moment might have cause to fly. We are many and nameless,for who can tell one bird apart from a other?"
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 15:52:29 GMT -5
Sixteen nods. "Good to meet you nameless bird. I look forward to hearing from you. You know where to find me." And with that, he tosses a large fold of bills onto the table, and sweeps out, returning into the city, and to his mansion...
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 15:53:00 GMT -5
Dmitri Kwench Location: Dmitri's house, Freeze, Waste, Sinis November 11th, 747 BGW 11:07 am, Sinis time
Dmitri Kwench, the founder of Freeze. Freeze has been official for over a year now, coming up on a second year. Dmitri has been married for a little longer than that. And he's tired. He trudges his way through the snow, already several feet deep, and enters his house. He puts the few meager helpings of food which he brought in with him away, and then hurries upstairs to see his Valda... She's cold, frail, pale, and thin, lying there on the bed, and smiles weakly at him when he enters. He smiles back, and hurries to her side, taking her hand, just staying there, quietly... it's been a week since she last spoke. She hasn't had the energy. What energy she has is devoted to keeping the sickness away. And keeping warm, when the warmth of the blankets and the fires are not enough to stave through the sharp, bitter winds of Freeze...
November 17th, 747 BGW 2:18 pm, Sinis time
Kwench stares down at the cold, hard ground. It's been dug into recently, by him, and then refilled. He just stares at it, angry. Her last words had been to keep Freeze for her. Not to leave it for her. Together, in a way, they had both founded Freeze. When he had needed motivation, she had been there. And eventually, she would always be there for him. That's what he had thought, anyway. There for each other, until death. And here was death. Just over two years later. The wind bites and howls at his furs, drawn close about him as he stares emptily at the unmarked grave...and slowly...ever so slowly...he turns away, and walks off into the snows...leaving it all behind...
Xree Twelve (Alpha) Location: Level 20, Underfreeze, Freeze, Waste, Sinis August 14th, 6813 1:47 pm, Sinis time
If he was capable of smiling, he would. He looks the young man up and down. The first of many subjects to emerge from the growth chambers alive. And well. Without deformities. Beyond what he gave them. The young man grins back at him. He's pale. Very pale, like the rest of the residents of Underfreeze, but unlike the rest of them, his hair...is an unnatural shade of brilliant neon blue. But that isn't that unusual compared to what is sprouting from his back. Two massive, neon blue wings with pale yellow streaks...like butterfly wings. Only more geometric than that. It should also be noted that the man standing in front of him isn't actually standing. He's hovering just above the ground, held aloft by the gentle beating of those wings. Subject H-7153-G. He hadn't intended the hair to be blue, but it must be a side effect of forcing the wings to grow... Xree grins widely in his mind. Not a mythou...but something almost as good. The first "proto-human" since the creators. Xree, the creator of life.
Xree Thirteen Location: Lab 912, Level 67, Underfreeze, Freeze, Waste, Sinis December 7th, 6890 AGW 9:26 pm, Sinis time
Thirteen flips the switch, watching the space inside the ring silently. With any luck, this will create a small entrance to- ah. There. It's black right now. Maybe it's a portal to space. But then the air would be getting sucked out of the room. He steps closer, looking at it... what is on the other side...? And then he realizes. This is leather. And it's actually...brown leather. Worn. Heavily worn. He considers, should he throw something through and see what happens? No...he starts re-calibrating the portal, trying to move it. H-7153-G approaches the portal quietly... He moves the portal back...and... there's a face...no a man, his face... "Hyperi-" Damn. Damn Fourteen. Giving it a name. Now he's got Thirteen calling it a name. "H-7153-G...don't...get so close." He says softly. But not softly enough. The face suddenly sees them, and snarls, twisting in hate, the figure leaping through the portal, is that something sticking out of its chest, and grabbing H-7153-G, and pulling it through the portal with him, just as the portal snaps shut. Thirteen's hands are shaking. He doesn't know who the man with the eyepatch is, but the anger...someone with that much anger can take more than anything Underfreeze could dish out. He closes his eye. No. His eyes. He's got two, the other one didn't. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He'll have to try again. Wherever that was...he isn't going to aim there at all anymore.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2017 18:05:45 GMT -5
Xree Eleven Location: Hallway, Level 77, Underfreeze, Freeze, Waste, Sinis Jun 11th, 6861 AGW 3:18 pm Sinis time
Thirteen, now 32 years old, runs up behind Xree and taps him on the shoulder. "Hey. I've got some notes on venom and poisons, do you think you could take a look at them? I know you specialize in defensive stuff, but you've also got the sevens running in your head, so I'd like a second opinion." Xree Eleven, or Xree for short stops. It's unusual for Thirteen to ask for help. He's quite headstrong and opinionated, as exemplified by the fact that he had almost gone after Adolphus without permission even. But Xree smiles, and nods. "Sure, I can do that. Just give me what you've got whenever." Thirteen hesitates, before holding up a briefcase. "Actually, I brought it with me, it's all in here." Xree laughs softly. "Sure, thanks." And he takes the case. "Anything else I can do for you?" Thirteen shakes his head. "No. That's all. Just let me know what you think, alright?" Xree nods. "Can do." And with that, Thirteen stalks off down the hall, enters the lift, and descends away, pulling out a small device with a monitor...which shows blackness. Currently.
4:27 pm Sinis time
Xree carries the briefcase into the lab and sets it on the counter with a sigh. He'd had a few things to take care of, but now he'll take a look. He stands in front of it, and inserts the key, turning the locks, and snapping it open, and opens it up. Instantly there's an explosion of- CREATORS THEY'RE ALL OVER HIM. Thousands of spiders and scorpions explode onto him, crawling everywhere, and he panics, stumbling back, swatting, but it's too late, they've already stung and bitten him over and over...he falls to his knees, turning red, covered in welts across his skin... and his world...fades...black.
Thirteen pockets the monitor. He smiles slightly to himself. That's over with. Oppressive twit.
Xree Twelve (Alpha) Location: Level 20, Underfreeze, Freeze, Waste, Sinis November 2nd, 6822 AGW 2:14 pm Sinis time
Another winged one. He'd been working with them a lot lately, trying to see what he could get away with. He looks on in pride before opening the door to the growth chamber, to release F-5555-F. He looked pretty slick, he had to admit. Fiery wings. Not sure how the body managed to sustain the flames but, he nods, and helps them out of the unit. And then F-5555-F speaks. "It burns...it's burning...it's burning and it won't stop and I'm ti-" And with that, he collapses, dead before he hits the floor. Twelve is shocked, and reaches to help him, and to put out the fire. His wings had lost integrity the moment he'd died, burning his skin, and would have set fire to the area around him as well if it wasn't metal... There's Twelve's answer...the subjects can't sustain the fire with human aura and human energy... He's shocked. He can't believe he'd just... he killed them. He'd made them, yes...but he killed them. He steps away. Shock. He'll never. Never again. Never again with the elements.
Location: Level 23, Underfreeze, Freeze, Waste, Sinis September 30th, 6874 AGW 3:22 pm Sinis time
Twelve had mourned for the loss of Xree (Or Eleven). He'd been a good mentor to him, even going so far as to negotiate an activation for him. Peacefully, at that. No torture. The mythou who did it...disappeared though. Of the face of the planet. They'd never heard from them again. Even thirteen, who twelve wondered about sometimes...he seemed to have a cold, vicious streak that the original Xree definitely never had...he had been at a total loss too. The mythou had simply...stopped. They'd just...been in existence in Overfreeze, and then, gone. But Twelve feels proud, looking overhead. The ceiling of this room is made of glass. And above it, a giant water tank. Several stories high, level twenty-two might as well be multiple stories, but it isn't. At some point, Xree had decided in his designing of the place that some stories should be considerably deeper than others. A good choice, considering. The tank above will soon be teaming with mer-people. Twelve's own creations, like H-7153-G, or really, any of the other proto-humans. There weren't a lot. A handful, really. He'd loved making ones with wings. There were five of them. A couple with four arms, and multiple eyes. One with rams horns. He hadn't been able to replicate that yet, but he'll figure that out eventually. Now, however, he's interested in the aquatic world... He'd smile if he could, proudly looking up at the glass ceiling. And then there's a crack. A loud one. Not in the glass...but from the corner of the room. Or the level. The entire level here is one big open area. Twelve looks towards it- too late, the entire ceiling falls, along with the several hundred tons of seawater, which all come tumbling down, and crush him...sweeping him away, in the current. There's a flash of white in his vision before it goes black- his vision short circuiting. And then he is no more.
Xree Thirteen Location: Thirteen's Room, Level 13, Underfreeze, Freeze, Waste, Sinis September 30th, 6874 AGW 3:21 pm Sinis time
Thirteen watches the monitor as Twelve walks around the level. His expressionless face stares at it, and he sits forward...waiting...waiting...and then he punches the button, knocking out the final support that will send the ceiling and all the water crashing down on Twelve. The idiot might not care much about what Thirteen does with his life, but he had been furious last year after he'd killed two of his subjects...the parents of the young girl he'd also operated on. Very likely he wouldn't let him operate again. So he had to go. Pity, he couldn't get him to activate him first. But sacrifices needed to be made. He sits back, thinking...now what should he do...he doesn't have many proto-humans, twelve was rather slow about making them. Part of his powers had a cooldown... That, and a lot of them died rather quickly, for some inexplicable reason. He'd have done it even if the tank was full of life. Genocide. Just to get rid of that freak. Oppressive. Just like Eleven.
Xree Fourteen
Location: Fourteen's Room, Level 13, Underfreeze, Freeze, Waste, Sinis January 11th, 6881 AGW 12:15 pm Sinis time
Fourteen grins across at H-7153-G. "You know...you should have a name." "Should I really?" "Yeah." "Oh. I was fine with H-7153-G though." "I'm gonna call you Hyperion." "Hyperion?" "Yeah." "Oh. Okay then. Thank you Master Xree." "We've been through this Hyperion, you can just call me Xree. Thanks for bringing me lunch, by the way. Care to join me?" "What?" Xree smiles at him. "You can eat with me, if you'd like. That's more than okay. I'd enjoy the company, if you want to." Hyperion looks slightly confused at this, but he nods. "Then...I shall. Thank you."
Thirteen would be furious, of course...naming an experiment. But oh well. Xree didn't care. He liked Hyperion. Certainly more than he liked thirteen. He should name the other seven proto-humans too...
Location: Fourteen's Room, Level 13, Underfreeze, Freeze, Waste, Sinis January 17th, 6881 AGW 10:01 pm Sinis time
Thirteen had been cold about it. Angry. Naming all of them. Xree had loved it. They were all his friends now, and he liked them all. He pushes the door of his room open, and walks in, tripping over a thin wire in the doorframe, and falling flat on his face, a bullet whizzing over his head... He rolls over, gasping. He thinks he knows where that came from...and who put the trap there... He carefully disassembles it, and shows up as usual for breakfast the next morning. Thirteen gave no reaction of surprise...but still...there was an air of disappointment in the room. He'll need to watch his step.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2017 13:15:53 GMT -5
Xree Fourteen Location: Fourteen's Room, Level 13, Underfreeze, Freeze, Waste, Sinis Jan 2nd, 6969 AGW 8:17 am Sinis time
Sixteen knocks on Xree's door before entering. Xree is lying in bed, writing in a journal carefully, a small breakfast on his bedside table, already half-finished. He doesn't look older than...maybe his fifties. He's aged rather well. Sixteen deposits a package on the bed beside Xree, a thin smile on his lips. Fourteen looks up in surprise...a gift...Sixteen never bothered with them. Especially not for his birthday. "Hey...thanks!" Fourteen smiles at Sixteen...maybe they'll be friends after all. Sixteen had always seemed to give him a cold shoulder until now. Maybe even a bit more so since Thirteen's death. Sixteen nods silently. "Go on. Open it."
Fourteen grins, and picks up the package, and gives it a gentle shake... no rattle. Wonder what it is. He opens it, and there's a piece of paper inside...with someone's death details on. His smile fades slightly, and he turns it over in his hands. "What's this?"
Sixteen smiles coldly. "Your death certificate." And with that, he draws a gun, and shoots him three times in the chest, his eyes dead. Just like on the certificate. Finally gone. Thirteen had made it too easy for him to avoid death. This way was much better...there was a small gasp behind him he thought he heard...he turns and opens the door and looks up and down the hallway...nothing. And then he starts to clean what little mess there is from the gunshots.
Xree Seventeen Beta Location: Fourteen's Room, Level 13, Underfreeze, Freeze, Waste, Sinis Jan 2nd, 6969 AGW 8:18 am Sinis time
Beta sprints down the hallway towards Fourteen's room. It's his birthday, and she's made him the perfect gift, wrapped up all nicely with a bow. She pushes the door open gently, and pokes her little head in. She's only been awake for 12 years...although biologically she's closer to 15. And she gasps quietly. One. Two. Three. And jerks her head away...she runs back to her room, and curls up in bed...She's almost too scared to leave the bed...she ends up falling back asleep, the memories of Fourteen slowly filtering into her head as she sleeps. When she wakes up...she'll still feel bad. But at least able to leave her room. She'll practice avoiding Sixteen for a while, eventually accepting that she has to interact with him...
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2017 15:20:31 GMT -5
Xree Two Location: Lab 18, Floor 2, Underfreeze, Freeze, Waste, Sinis February 17, 5910 AGW 8:45 am, Sinis time
Dr. Vasiliev taps gently on the glass of the stasis chamber...he'd rescued this one about a year before the war...They've been in stasis ever since. The green man. Or what's left of him. He sighs, running his hands through his hair. Blast it all. He should have operated before going and isolating himself. No sense bemoaning that. No time like the present. He jerks the door open. Don't give him the cooldown time to wake up. He injects him immediately in the arm. The only arm that there is. The right one is gone. As is...well to be honest, almost everything on the man's right side has been blown apart. Part of his face. His leg. There's a fair sized amount of the shoulder gone too. He carefully carries him over to the operating table. He hasn't had much practice in prosthetic limbs and robotics...but anything is better than nothing. Which is, currently, he notes, a lot of what this man has...
Location: Lab 18, Floor 2, Underfreeze, Freeze, Waste, Sinis March 10, 5910 AGW 11:17 am, Sinis time
The operations had been successful, and Xree stares into the stasis chamber. Now for a new question. "What in Saejin do I do with you now?" he mutters softly under his breath. Perhaps. Yes. Keep him here for now. Although the stasis chamber doesn't...seem to be keeping him entirely in stasis. He's got some freedom of will now, not completely asleep. He can't figure out what went wrong with it, but right now, he isn't going to change chambers. Not today.
December 21, 5926 AGW 12:19 pm, Sinis time
It's been...sixteen years since he checked in. Oops. Xree walks into the lab, and immediately backs out. He walks back in, just to be sure... and backs out. The chamber has grown. Presumably to... He takes a deep breath. He can't handle this. He can't. He can't. And he won't.
December 24, 5926 AGW 11:59 pm, Sinis time
The two underfreezers have never seen the sky. They stare up at it in wonder...they'll never get to see it again. And slowly, they deposit the body of the man in the snow. It's a few kilometers outside of Freeze itself. They walked most of the way. Carrying him. And they turn, and start walking back...their feet making barely any imprint on the snow with their snowshoes.
A few minutes later. His eye snaps open. The other half of his face. A point of bright light where the other eye would normally be. This too, is an eye. But it's robotic. The figure stands up slowly, looking around... This isn't... This isn't in Novmenture. But. They remember enough. A man. A doctor had taken him away...promised to make him better. Something else he'd said. What was it. It was importa- "no other survivors." That was it. Marius. He kneels down in the snow. The cold hasn't started to bother him yet...but soon enough it will. He clenches his fists... Marius...
Marius.
...
Marius.
...
His head snaps up. There is nothing but coldness in his face now.
They will pay. Each and every one of them will. In advance, if need be. They are a seed of evil, the creators had made a mistake introducing them. They are a plague, more terrible than any human. And will be wiped off this planet.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2017 1:35:58 GMT -5
Roslav Location: Vasiliev School of Arts, Freeze, Waste, Sinis October 31, 6895 AGW 9:37 pm, Sinis time
Roslav is currently sitting at her desk in his office. It's a lot simpler than the headmaster's office, which is right next door. The walls are polished silver. Reflective, of the mirrored rooms where many of their dancers practiced daily. She was highly influential in applying the money which Dr. Vasiliev bequeathed to the school before he disappeared. She has made it a place where everyone has a place. He understands the need to identify as yourself, and the problems associated with identifying...outside of the normal. And of course, he knows a lot about how to spend money on interior decorating. The school is incredibly lavish and ornate throughout its halls, going so far as to put solid gold on the walls and hang platinum from the ceilings... Slowly, he finishes signing a few more applications to the school. They will be accepting an even larger class size this coming year...he yawns. It's getting late, and it has been a long day, helping and advising the students they do have...she squints at the wall, and then looks back at the glass that they've been drinking from, picking it up and sniffing it suspiciously... no... it's just water. She looks back up at the wall. Oh. Nothing there. Odd... must have imagined it. She gets up, putting the stack of signed applications onto her outbox, and heading for the door...
She never makes it.
The delivery boy who came in the next morning found him...dead on the floor. Autopsy report found five red marks on his neck, and a strong impression, like that of a hand, choking her... They were never able to find the culprit...no evidence...not even a sign of a struggle, really. The office was still locked from the outside when the delivery boy came, and they had had to break in...
|
|