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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 19, 2008 20:46:23 GMT -8
Bastilles eyes widened at that. Her crimson hues immediately removed themselves from the wall to this new guy. She stared at him intensely. Stronger? Delve into my spiritual power…what spiritual power? Bastille was positive she was almost soulless now they where going to prove her wrong. She muttered curses to god under her breathe for keeping her going this long believing she was going to hell. Actually Bastille still believed she was just this time her soul was involved in the process. She continued to size the other guy up with her eyes however she turned away with a scoff.
“and what do you gain out of making us stronger?, correct me if im wrong but usually people like you have ulterior motives for experiments, mind enlightening me on yours. I prefer not to be put through a trial of body and mind and not be told why im doing it….it seems rather wasteful”
She was perturbed, and intensely so. She was basically being forced to work, when she at heart was the laziest person you could possibly meet. She didn’t like this one bit though she could suppress the interest on her face. She wanted to know what stronger meant. She wanted to see what this guy would actually do. Bastille was finding herself interested, despite being tortured for this.
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Post by olesya on May 19, 2008 21:24:37 GMT -8
Olesya blinked with wide eyes as the man's arm grew in size before slamming into the babbling boy. Half of her was thankful for that, because his nonsensical ramblings were hurting her headache. What made his arm grow? Qi? Or this wacky experimentation?
"Well, since you put it so... Well, heh. I'll tell you what you need to know... I am going to increase all of your physical abilities to at least two times what you think strong is, I'm going to make your spiritual abilities surface weither they want to or not, and if you refuse to take part in it, you will end up either insane, or just another empty soul walking around in this building."
He seemed pleased with himself as well as deranged. Faaantastic. As she pondered this the other girl in the room spoke up.
“and what do you gain out of making us stronger?, correct me if im wrong but usually people like you have ulterior motives for experiments, mind enlightening me on yours. I prefer not to be put through a trial of body and mind and not be told why im doing it….it seems rather wasteful”
Intelligent aas well as a hint of snark. But the same attitude that Olesya was feeling right now. She didn't want to be experimented on, but she would at least like to know what she was up against. Who was this adversary, what were his goals? Why them? What was the point in this, simply for torturing young captives? This was inhumane. Inhumane and completely insane.
"Yeah, what's the catch, asshat? You can't expect to make us all insanely strong without some kind of draw back. What is it? Hair loss? Shortened life expectancy? Skin melting? And what's your gain from all this?"
Hey, she'd stopped screaming, but it didn't mean she was going to be civil in language. After all, he'd captured them against their will and were going to mutilate them, basically. It was safe to say she was a little riled up.
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Post by Roland on May 19, 2008 22:59:20 GMT -8
As I take a moment to absorb what the man has said, a couple of the others speak up, and this is when I first take notice of the others present. The crimson-eyed femme fatale from the shooting range speaks first. Her speech is as cool, collected, and precisely aimed as I have come to expect from her. In our last conversation, we met as marksman and markswoman and aimed at each others' hearts (figuratively). The words of that meeting still remain clear in my mind. A formidable ally is near, one with whom I can work as one. I'm actually looking forward to that prospect, despite the dire situation, or perhaps because of it. Dots, looking decidedly feverish without his dog or an IV drip of Ramen, has been whaled on significantly by our captor. He does tend to be a little unthinking, so he probably deserved the punch in some way. Still, my heart goes out to the innocent fella. Olesya is here too, my band-mate and prodigious bassist. It pains me to know that she's in this situation, rather than happily free making music somewhere. I wonder what Stu will make of this? And...a male student I don't know. I make a note to introduce myself sometime more convenient.
My thoughts now turn to what has been said. The captor has reiterated that the experiments will strengthen us, and has added that failure to comply may spell death. The others have adequately made the point that the knowledge of "why" is paramount in interest. I am skeptical about these experiments' likelihood of success. The physical thing, sure, but spiritual abilities? Yeah right. This is not some fantasy roleplay or cartoon, this is real life. I am not convinced that I have anything of the sort. There's no way I -
*FLICKER*
What happened? The blows of a pair of Enforcers had come raining at me. I had felt the wind of them on my face. Then, things had changed. They had frozen. For a split second. So had everything else. I can remember that moment as if a snapshot had been taken and pasted over my eyes. The wrinkles of their clothes. The smell of sweat and anger. The smolder of burns from the other student's attacks. There was time! I could act! I had sidled between the approaching blows, and the momentum of an opponent carried him to be alongside me. My arm came up and I bashed the base of his skull with a backwards blow from my elbow. It momentarily separated his skull from this spine and he immediately fell twitching to the pavement.
*FLICKER* As the memory floods back I find curiosity welling up within me. Could this man possibly know what had happened at that moment? I cannot explain it at all. Maybe I really will be made stronger here...
"I would like to know why as well..." I add to the conversation simply. The point has been made by the others, so embellishment on my part is unnecessary. My statement merely adds my sentiment to the conversation. It is not lost on me that the captor was drawn to my calculated response and answered before, which was effectively a recognition of myself as noteworthy and my concerns as valid, so hopefully my support of the inquiry will help him decide to let us in on a little. Someday he may want us to work with him voluntarily as equals, so engendering our trust by providing some information would be a tactically sound move on his part. |
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Post by Sean Barker on May 20, 2008 10:07:46 GMT -8
"Side effects? What, you want a commercial? 'Side effects may very' like that? No side effects, I have tested on countless others already. The only one with side effects was a single boy out of thousands, so do not worry your pretty little heads about that."
He spoke in reply to Oleysia first, since she so kindly made her mind known. He smiled brightly and walked over to Bastille, she seemed.... Plaqued by the idea, yet cold. Her question was well aimed, as was the other girls, but no answer would be granted her on the truths of the matter.
"As for what I gain from this.... I'm going to use the data from all of you and your field tests to make the ultimate fighting machine. The only one with the side effects is the test subject for that, and once I'm done I'll make more of him. The military would pay billions for soldiers who dont need to be trained."
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Post by Masaru on May 20, 2008 15:00:46 GMT -8
Poor Dots, that is what happens though, when you make your captor angry. Masaru had to learn that the hard way before, it wasn't pretty, or quick like Dot's punishment.
"Well, since you put it so... Well, heh. I'll tell you what you need to know... I am going to increase all of your physical abilities to at least two times what you think strong is, I'm going to make your spiritual abilities surface weither they want to or not, and if you refuse to take part in it, you will end up either insane, or just another empty soul walking around in this building."
Hmmm, Masaru didn't expect the captor to actually say what he was going to do. Seems the 'baddies' are either getting worse nowadays..... or, this guy is very confident in that there is no way we could do anything to change what is going to happen to us.
"As a matter of fact, you dont have a choice, see you may not participate yourself in our expiraments, which is all fine and dandy, but the field tests will probably end with you beaten and bloody if you dont react to it. We have had deaths, but they where accidents I assure you... Heh."
Well, that explains Masaru's question as to whether this dude was kind or evil. Given no choice, the only way to get out of this unharmed, and perhaps stronger than before, is to go along with his plan. No going back, if you try to go back, you could end up with bad side effects. If you are fine with a guy experimenting on you, you will have to be fine with anything else that comes your way.
"Side effects? What, you want a commercial? 'Side effects may very' like that? No side effects, I have tested on countless others already. The only one with side effects was a single boy out of thousands, so do not worry your pretty little heads about that."
A single boy out of thousands? Seems this guy has been experimenting before, that is good. The more experience you have in a field will make it less likely to have any accidents later. Now, what has happened to the single boy out of thousands? A question to ask, but Masaru wasn't the question asking kind of guy. Hopefully someone else would ask that question.
"As for what I gain from this.... I'm going to use the data from all of you and your field tests to make the ultimate fighting machine. The only one with the side effects is the test subject for that, and once I'm done I'll make more of him. The military would pay billions for soldiers who dont need to be trained."
Who is going to be the 'lucky' one with the side effects? What would happen if more than one person has the side effects? Obviously, the man has a trick up his sleeves. If any of us were to have successful mutations, we would probably try to escape, And Masaru has seen The Incredible Hulk movie, its a good one. Would he do something to be able to controll the test subjects? or is he so confident that the one with the side effects would be willing to go on in further testing? Since Masaru was the only one at the moment who has not talked, he decided to not single himself out in his quietness, but ask a question of his own.
"Do you have a reason for answering everyones questions? Is it to buy time for something or are you really just telling us everything for our benefit?"
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Post by Sean Barker on May 20, 2008 18:27:27 GMT -8
"It's more of a... Well convienence. Usually when my expiraments dont know whats going on they tend to ask questions in the middle of things, which annoys me to no end. But if you think your going to be told everything your sadly mistaken, you know enough already so you understand whats going to happen to you. Nothing else."
Which was true, that was hardly the beginning steps. But then a wry almost chaotic smile came across his face as he would look to the window near the cieling looking down on the group. Sean would wave his hand and start walking away.
"But that is everything you need to know, I believe you all have had enough talking and enough rest, now... Well now I have a field test for you."
Once he left the room, not listening if they still had questions or not, the bed clasps would automatically open and let them all go. A young boy, no older than 20 walked into the room, he had streaked back white hair, actually seemed to stick straight back like an insane amount of wind blew his direction, white eyes and pale skin, he wore the same generic hospital uniform everyone else here wore. He seemed... Distant. As if he wasn't even there, he would just walk a little.
"Meet Mitsoumi, he was the only boy to show side effects and my main test subject. Let's see how long you last."
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Mitsoumi's stats:
Str: 15
Dex: 15
Con: 15
Wis: 15
Int: 15
Cha: 5
Special ability/Side effect:
*Unknown*
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 20, 2008 19:19:54 GMT -8
Bastilles crimson hues turned to the boy. She suddenly felt a tweak in her stomach and she knew at that instant this boy was extremely tampered with. She knew immediately not to underestimate him either. She couldn’t fight well without a weapon however she would make shift with her military training. She however would not make the first move. She rarely did. She stood stock still watching him, and continuing to take in his abilities. Her crimson hues seem to become focused only on him and his muscle movements. She with her trained eyes would watch every move he made. Every time her merely twitched a finger she would catch it. She was ready.
Balling her hands into fists she waited in silence for him to move, or someone to move. She took in his eyes, lifeless and oddly far away… she frowned. This wasn’t a fair fight in her eyes at all. She continued to stand there quietly clenching her fists so hard they bled onto the floor.
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Post by Reverend (Dots) Teyfour on May 20, 2008 19:34:11 GMT -8
the dudes a jerk i was just saying i was ok with being experimented on and that i would realy be pleased to have some ramen. Humpf and you Know what the jerk does, he walks on up and slams his fist in to my Stomack, and his fist looked like it belonged on a giant. This punch caused me to vomit up blood, while The BIG JERK explaned himeself, as he walked out the door i shouted and spewed blood,
" BASTARD"
Soon after i shouted this i fell to the floor, the cuffs had released, interesting, looking around i saw a new dude who had entered. as i stood up, CRAP, i was wonded bad. i stagered over to Masaru, and beging to lean on my buddy. Well if i was gonna survie this i would have to get along with my cell Mates, talking slow so ramen shock dident kick in,
Hallo...... Chaps........ talkin........ slow .......to........not up mess...... i mean........ mess ........up ........well........for.......those.........who .........dont...........know.......me..........im........Dots
as i said this i raised up my left arm with the perfect white dots going down the unnaturaly purple skinj caused by a auto imune thing......... one though that i couldent get out of my mind was the Rush.... oh that rush...... i cant wait till i felt it, bashing in, the Enforcer BASTERDS HEAD...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 22, 2008 19:54:24 GMT -8
“cool your jets” Bastille cursed towards dots. She could sense his muscles tensing so hard it was annoying and distracting. Her target was this man and she was going to have to keep focus on him and if this guy, who couldn’t take a damn punch was going to mess her up she would mess him up so bad he and his leaning post wouldn’t be able to sit for months. However she wasn’t in the mood to fight them or even this new guy.
Once the chains where released she walked back towards the wall never taking her eyes off of the guy, and never blinking. She slid down the wall and sat there crossing her legs in a pretzel and watching him intently. If need be she would use her greatest asset of speed to move away but she would prolong her own fighting in this battle as long as she could.
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Post by Roland on May 22, 2008 20:25:00 GMT -8
"Meet Mitsoumi, he was the only boy to show side effects and my main test subject. Let's see how long you last." Is this one of the tests already!? I am surprised by the speed at which the procedure is beginning, but time is money for people likeour captors, I'm sure. I eye the new person in the room suspiciously, and try to formulate a plan. What do I know about my allies...the male student and Olesya: not much. Olesya plays the bass, that's all I know. Dots though...he's nuts for ramen, how can that help. And the Markswoman with red eyes... I spot her sinking sneakily down the wall, and I get my idea. "Hey Dots, that guy will probably give us some ramen if we beat him..." I say this aloud, pointing at the new arrival (nickname Windgaze in my mind now). Hopefully, the ravenous Ramen-crazy Dots will attack head on, providing the distraction I need. If Dots does move into offense, I wave my arm at the male student and Olesya, urging them to act as support for the bezerking Dots. Then I duck down behind my bed and catch Markswoman's attention. I motion with my arm indicating that we crawl beneath the beds, and perhaps sneak up and catch the opponent from an unguarded flank by surprise while distracted by the other three. This fight can be ended quickly and with minimal damage if we work together, so I hope everyone helps out. If not, I at least will still try my sneak attack. |
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Post by Reverend (Dots) Teyfour on May 22, 2008 21:09:26 GMT -8
"Hey Dots, that guy will probably give us some ramen if we beat him..."
This caught my attention, Roland was telling me if i beet this new dude down i would get ramen this was making my day seem a bit brighter. i attempted to stand up strait.... i failed as i stood up i vomited a bucket load of blood on the perfect white floor, with some of it splashing on to Masaru.... This was gonna be hard i couldent fight him like this...... CRAP....... wait i remebered what awoke with me in this room the Qi of shenKiTrai well the old man always said one i was able to use it, it would grant me strenght unimaginable, but the old dude always said be carefull....taking a step forward and spewing another bucket up i knew i had to use it here goes nothing. Calling upon the true force of my arua, it solidified and around my body its yellow glow became as visible as the sun, oh and the rush it had returned, the blood shed would begin, oh would it ever this dude would be the first to feel my SHENKITRAI, i lept higher then my legs ever let me before flying straight tward the newcomerdude, and just as i was within range i spun my body creating a full 360 midair spin kick strait at this Dudes head
"HOWL I WANT MY RAMEN"
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Stats with shenkitrai (Beginner0
Strength: 51
Dexterity: 45
Constitution: 5
Wisdom: 13.2
Intelligence: 11
Charisma: 9
+50% Pain inhancer: no Aura used for tolerance.
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Post by Sean Barker on May 22, 2008 21:25:08 GMT -8
Mitroumi's eyes simply staggered in different directions, his feet slowly carrying him around, as if a lost child. He examined the others almost uncaring, looking as if he didn't understand anything they said. One began to glow, and Mitsoumi sensed danger, it ran through him visibly. His eyes opened wider, and something had changed, his aura if anyone was Qi sensitive could be felt completely changing. The boy's toned features turned to bulky features, as he had grown in muscle mass. His eyes flashing a wonderous gold as he took on the data of one Hiroko Katashi, a teacher a long time ago in 259.
The kid would fly at him in the air, and everythign within 5 feet of the boy Mitsoumi, would be heavier, exactly 2X heavier to be exact. His aura was of Hiroko Katashi's making the air around him an intense gravity. the kid's attack would work, in kicking him in the head, cutting the boys temple a bit, but he would only turn his head fromt he blow. More had changed than just his appearance. He had been tested on so much here that some of the chemicals used in the color drugs to inhance the fighting abilities of a person had become a part of his bodies normal chemicals, just as much blood was a normal chemical, and he could controle it. That was the side effect.
This boy reached up for the kid Dots uickly snatching to grab that leg, and would throw it downward with the added force from the gravity, that would hurt alot, considering the thick and extremely hard rubber the floor was.
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Mitsoumi's stats:
Str: 55
Dex: 60
Con: 90
Wis: 57
Int: 10
Cha: 5
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Post by Reverend (Dots) Teyfour on May 23, 2008 14:12:02 GMT -8
Howling as flew at the newcomer i smashed my foot in to his temple spilling little blood, but the boy just turned his head, and allosuden he became like the hulk and used my leg to slam me to the ground CRAP that hurt and i was feeling the ShenKi beging to drain on me i dident know how much longer i could go for but things were geting harder. why did they have to kidnapp me things seemed to be going well me and Waap were happy, we were kicking enforcer butt, and now i dont even know where Waap was, AND they wouldent even give me ramen. this made me pissed and i felt the rush growing, oh it felt good. jumping to my feet ignoring the with the rush over powering the pain i found it heaver around the dude like he was one big gravity magnet, quickly rolling 7 feet from the dude i found the gravity to be normal. interesting this gave me an idea. launching my self in to the air again i lep above him and planing to use his own gavity against him i cam flying down heel first planing to slamit in to his head planing to spill blood.
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Stats with shenkitrai (Beginner0
Strength: 51
Dexterity: 45
Constitution: 2.5 Lessens every post
Wisdom: 13.2
Intelligence: 11
Charisma: 9
+50% Pain inhancer: no Aura used for tolerance.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 24, 2008 22:33:38 GMT -8
“I told him to cool his jets” Bastille said as she observed the exact muscle movements used. About 1/16th of the muscles in his body moved at all. She continued to sit not wanting to attack just yet. She watched the others think then watched dots rolling her eyes. Could the kid be any less impulsive. She scoffed and continued to glare there continuing to watch this others moves. She would wait until she was certain she could find a way to best him. She already knew she would have to make it quick.
She felt odd though….not herself…looking into those eyes made it more clear
She ignored the thought and turned to view as roland, the gunman, seemed to come out of no where and motioned to her. She shot him and awkward look before turning back to the fight.
"what?" she hissed in a low voice. she didnt like hiding.
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Post by Masaru on May 26, 2008 10:13:02 GMT -8
"Crap, and these are new clothes too."
Masaru said aloud as he looked at his nice white clothes. Not so nice now, as they were splattered with Dots' blood now.
"Thanks alot."
"Hey Dots, that guy will probably give us some ramen if we beat him..."
Either that guy wants Dots to get owned, or he has a plan, Masaru edged towards this guy he later knows as Roland, while still watching the fight.
"Hey, are you a friend of Dots?"
Masaru asked. Hopefully he was, because enemies trapped together could get pretty nasty.
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