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Post by twilightgearz (panda) on Dec 12, 2007 1:14:02 GMT -5
The rage that flew so suddenly and vanished...what was if from? Vermillion barely dodged and hit her elbow as she landed from the tendrils. She almost grabbed a bullet and shot, but she knew she shouldn't. After all, he was her partner in crime at this point. She stared at him, he was taken by something and she knew it had something to do with this place. His posture seemed different to her, and she thought that there was an ever so slight shiver in him, barely noticeable. It passed Vermillion's mind that memories were a terrible thing sometimes. She followed his stare noting the room and the contents. She then asked. "You know what happened, don't you?"
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Post by Deco on Dec 12, 2007 1:57:57 GMT -5
He stood silently for a long time, unable to pull his gaze from what lay before him. Finally he spoke. "No, at least... not really. All of these things seem so... familiar, but I do not understand why." More silence followed. Then, he shook his head and turned to look at the small girl. "No matter. It is nothing for you to concern yourself with, little one. Not when our ultimate goal is finally in sight." He said, hoping that she would let slide the sudden change of subject. He had never been much of one for awkward situations. He then turned and strode back into the main room and began to inspect the damage caused by the metal-heads attack. "It seems that nothing of any real importance was broken. Nothing that can't be replaced at any rate. All that we require now are more specimens for the initial infection." He was suddenly unable to stop himself from looking over his shoulder at the room he had just left. Something was tugging away at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite place it. Energy crackled lightly around him. He WOULD get to the bottom of this.
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Post by twilightgearz (panda) on Dec 12, 2007 2:08:25 GMT -5
Vermillion didn't like this. At All. She watched him go into the other room and she wondered if maye his past was creatng a fear she didn't know. He changed sbect quickly and she wondered if she should just let it go, or if she should address it. Either way, she wondered intensly. 'Deco, what's wrong. why don't you count on me...?' It was a question that had irked at her awhile, but she would never be able to answer. after all, he was a man who was very chotic, unstbble and downright odd.
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Post by Deco on Dec 18, 2007 0:59:29 GMT -5
Lord Deco forced his attention back to the matter at hand and walked over to the battered metal-head that now lay motionless on the ground. He reached forward one massive hand an lifted it closer to get a better look. "It's not quite dead yet. Perhaps with enough green eco it can at least be made useful to our cause. Besides..." A grin slowly formed. "We need that one alive for more questioning." Torture always managed to clear his head. He rose to his full height and absently tossed the creature into an empty cell. "Now, I go to gather more specimens. You just... do whatever it is that you do." The only outward testament to his inner turmoil were the endless bolts of energy that blazed around him. The truth was that he simply wanted to get away from this place, no matter the excuse. He needed time to himself. Time to think. With that Lord Deco turned and exited through the main doors of the laboratory.
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Post by twilightgearz (panda) on Dec 18, 2007 17:27:19 GMT -5
Vermillion watched him go and sighed. She turned to the tube adn then looked at the plave in general. This is going to take some work. She thought. Her focus at the moment was to prepare the tube and get things working. She succeeded, barely. Of course, she electrocuted herself a few times and then realized that she had only needed to turn on the main generator switch; the place then had power. Vermillion spent the day cleaning and getting things organized, stopping to head into town andgrab some things. while she was there she heard a few things... "Did you hear about the killings that have been happening lately?" "What do you mean?" "Well, first there was that group of boys and then those ruffians. Not too mention a few days ago there was a house found completely destroyed with corpses laying in the rubble." "Oh my. The poor family." "Well, they were out in the middle of nowhere they knew the risk." Vermillion cleared her throat and they caught her notice. The two old women who were talking stopped and smiled at her. "Oh deary look at you, so adorable in your outfit." "Oh, and the wings are adorable." "Yes dear, what can we help you with?" Vermillion stared at them a moment, then smiled herself. "Oh, just paying for a few things." "Of course, of course. Helping your mother around the house." "Oh, no, it's just me and my brother." Vermillion said. It was a half truth after all. The two old woman stared at her sympathetically and then at each other "Well, let's just get you taken care of." "Yes, it won't be much." one of them said. They gave her the total and she paid, noting that it was relatively cheap. "Thank you greatly ma'ams. I'll see you later." She said. "Oh, yuo're always welcome here sweetums." Vermillion was outta there quicker than Hell, but she wondered what was going on and the situation that they were talking about. Hope that's not Deco that they're talking about.
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Post by silverfoxkit on Dec 19, 2007 18:47:20 GMT -5
Something was very, very wrong here. There was not a single living creature for miles all around; Inali tilted her head ever so slightly towards the sky. Birds dare not even fly over this place. The trees themselves were twisted and gnarled, leaning slightly as if they to wanted to rip their very roots out and flee this horrid spot. A cold shiver crept down Inali’s spine. She knew she was very close to finding what she was searching for. Suppressing the tinge of panic, she moved forward carefully, low to the ground and close to the decrepit trees. Several paces later and she arrived at a clearing and stopped dead in her tracks; an emotion she couldn’t quite place crawling up her throat, making her gasp ever so quietly. There it was, the grass dead and twisted in every direction from this place. The only life, plant or otherwise in the form of thorn vines that winded and snaked up the side of the building. Trembling, ever so faintly she forced herself forward, even though every part of her told her to take flight, to go back and never return here. Each step seemed like miles as she closed in on the walls until she could reach out and touch it. She raised her hand slowly, staring at the walls which still gleamed faintly despite the many years of forsaken emptiness. Inali gradually placed her hand on the side and then abruptly pulled it back and slashed downwards with a force that would normally have sliced through stone and metal alike, but the only wounds visible were four slight scratches. Just as she had though. This place was forged of precursor metal. How? No precursor would ever make such a vile place such as this. How did they get such technology? She continued on, walking parallel to the walls, absorbing in every inch of it. She gazed upwards at a window which bore prison like bars. They, unlike the rest of the what she had seen, showed signs of wear and rust. They were not crafted from the same materials as the walls. Sloppy. Perhaps those who created this building weren’t as clever as she might have previously thought. Thick, strong walls yet weak bars, almost rhetorical and pointless. Almost as if to cement her though, a few yards ahead laid a set of window bars, bent and discarded, the window they had guarded had been shattered inwards. Inali took careful note of that. She may not be alone after all. She increased her pace, rounding a corner and passing behind the old structure, stopping for a moment to note a fissure, about an inch wide and 6 inches long in the metal wall that seemed to have been burned into the buildings side long ago. Everything Inali noted made her more and more uneasy, and she had not yet even entered the place. The next side had nothing special to note about it, no wounds or broken windows, just ominous high walls. She continued on to the last side of the building, where a tall metal door stood, the most disturbing site yet. It was slightly dented in several spots, and unsteady on its hinges, as if it had been torn off recently and replaced. Judging from the size and material of the door, it would have had to have been someone with extraordinary strength to have done so. Upon closer inspection she observed that the door was slightly gouged and burned upon one of the edges. What could have done this? One thing was for certain, this would not be her means of entrance. She concentrated on the only part of the building she had yet to inspect, the roof. It was mostly flat, apart from occasional angled solar panels and from a glimpse, seemed to be made out of the same type of metal as the window bars. She crouched down low to the ground and tensed up, then rose slightly and slammed her left foot down, sending her flying into the air, then she twisted and grabbed at the ledge of the roof, hoisting herself up. Her view was much better from where she was, and she took the opportunity to survey the immediate area once more for any approaching threat. She turned and strode across the rooftop, calculating her point of entry carefully. She stopped at the far corner, near the side with no threatening marks and she stooped down, placing her ear against the warm rooftop and listening for any sounds below her. After several minutes had passed, and no sounds emanated into her ear, she lifted her head back up and took her gauntleted left arm and brought it down hard on the roof. The metal bent in deeply and groaned with the impact. After one more repetition, it gave way, leaving a access hole. She slipped down swiftly and landed on the floor sending a cloud of dust into the air. Once the dust settled again moments later she startled to find herself in the middle of a very disturbing room. In the center of it stood two, dust covered metal operating tables and nearby was a metallic tray, which held rusted instruments meant to dissect a corpse. Behind her stood a lank wall with one sole barred window letting in a small amount of light. Against the far wall in front of her sat s large rinsing tub of sorts, and against the wall to her left was worn charts of the human body and an old door that hung slightly open and off of its bottom hinge. Old broken vials and other pieces of glass littered the ground, making slight crunching noises under her feet as she slowly walked a few feet to the door and ripped it the rest of the way off and set it to the side. This was some sort of closet of sorts, shelved and filled with jars holding what seemed to be human organs floating in a dark, purple matter of sorts. Had she had a weaker stomach, Inali would have vomited right then. Instead she turned to the left and strode to another door, the way out she presumed. This door she opened with much more care then the last, painfully slow, revealing a narrow hallway. It was three feet wide and much darker then the room she was in prior. The only source of light coming from whatever room lay beyond the right turn at the end of the hallway from whatever room it opened up into. The right side of the hallway was bare, only covered with dust and occasional small, suspicious dark red stains. On the opposite side, evenly spaced were two separate doors. She turned the knob to the first door and then pushed it open with her foot, more dust particles floating into the air. This room was slightly smaller then the last, and better lit with two barred windows at the back of it, illuminating a wooden desk and several bookshelves, most of their contents spilled out across the floor. Father… Would these pages hold the last piece of the puzzle? A faint feeling of hope led her to begin searching. For hours she picked up every scrap of paper on the floor, and opened every book. Finally she let out a forlorn wail. Everything in the room had been far too worn down and damaged to read. Small fragments of words were rare finds, and there was nothing that held the information she sought. Fighting back tears and desperate anger, she backhanded the desk into the wall shattering it into nothing more then splinters and broken boards. All previous caution had gone out of the door. If anyone else was there, they surely could not have missed the resounding sound of the desk slamming into the wall and breaking into bits. She stormed out of the room, punching the door in passing, making it fall off of it hinges. There has to be something somewhere. This can’t be the wrong place. She kicked down the door of the next room in the hallway. This room was identical in size to the last, but it held no desks or shelves. The only structure in the room was a chair of sorts, long with straps where the head, arms, waist and feet would be. From the roof there was a contraption, some form of mechanical arm with a sharp needle point. There were no windows in this room, only dark despair. She let out a frustrated roar. Let them come, I don’t care… She was no longer trying to hide her presence. She made the turn into the large, final room, brightly lit by three large windows, one of the being the shattered one she had seen from the outside, light also filtering in slightly from the crooked front door. This room was much different at a glimpse from the rest; it was as if someone had cleaned it recently. There were vials and microscopes shining dustless on the shelves, the broken pieces of glass that should have been on the floor from the shattered window were absent. What most got her attention though was the pair of large cylinder glass tubes, one of which that held a metal head, floating in a green liquid. Something that had not been there long at all. A soft hum came from the large generator on the nearby wall in a corner, lights flashing. Inali swallowed hard, yes she had been careless, but deep inside it was because she had truly believed she was completely alone here, but now the reality of thing sunk in. This lab was being used. She turned slowly to the right to see three small barred cells, made completely out of the precursor metal unlike the outer window bars. Chains and shackles hanging from the back walls in them. The middle one, to her surprise, was occupied. A metal head sat slumped in the corner, moving slowly, awkwardly. She had never seen anything like this. What is going on here? She turned around still, and was unable to muffle a small scream. There was a hole blasted into the wall near the prison chambers, and dozens of skulls grinned at her from the opening. One of those could be… She snapped her eyes away, holding back the tears that stung within them. The rage within her fueled her red eco, as her conscious slipped away, leaving only frustration and pure anger and hatred. She wanted revenge and she didn’t care who it was. Someone will pay.
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Post by twilightgearz (panda) on Dec 20, 2007 21:50:17 GMT -5
The light was fading and turning into night, Vermillion was thinking about what the old women were chattering about and started to think back to things she'd long forgotten. Most specifically from a few years ago when she had first started thinking about the plan. She had happened by a funeral when she was traveling. She stayed to hear the sermon as they lowered the coffin into the grave. Apparently the person had been fool enough to die saving his family's life. Admirable, but at the same time, something that he could have lived without doing. Now the wife was penniless and without job and the daughter would never have a father figure. The sermon was unusual as well: "....Though we all experiance life, we will not all experience the great after life offered to us..." How can you be sure? "..we must continue to toil and do our part in the main life to leave our mark, for when we are gone we will only last in our deeds..." So genius boy got himself killed "...and our deeds are what the great ones look at to judge us, so we must stay vgilant..." The great ones are dead "...greatness for the unknown, and strength for the weak..." You make no sense preacher "...death is only a step in life. We leave a vessel behind for another..." So anyone can use it "Ashes to ashes. dust to dust. Would anyone use it? "...the souls are gone forevermore from this relm." Maybe...why not...I will.
Vermillion had left that funeral with thoughts and ideas and questions, all swimming in her head. From then on she had done various studying, but she only made a real breakthrough by an acident. She had happened across a bird that had been twitching and she had thought was near death. She felt sorry for the bird and had used green eco to fix it. It laid there a moment and then had gotten up oddly. It stared at her and hopped about. She went to leave and the bird had followed, walking behind her. She turned "You can fly you know." she had said to it. It then flew into the air in front of her, eye level. "Well are you going to fly off or just stay there. and sing christmas hymns for me?. It did. It sang it's little heart out. Vermillion was intrueged. "sing ode to joy....now I've got sunshine....freezepop?....horse with no name....' It had listened to every command she had made. Vermillion had been excited about this discovery and rolled with it till she was where she was now. She'd gotten back to the building sooner than expected and slipped in with minimal trouble. She placed the bags on the table and decided she would put them up in a moment. She first went to look at the metal head in the jar and to check on it. It looked as though it were doing well enough and she turned to put the groceries away. Then she noticed a door was open. she sighed and then turned around to the groceries. "You know, if you are going to come in, at least shut the door behind you. That way the warmth stays in," Vermillion said, thinking that it was Deco. "I'm glad you're here though I wasn't too worried. You seemed to have something on your mind and, though I probably souldn't prod, I was just wanting to make sure you were okay. If you want to talk I wil listen. Oh, are you hungry?" Vermillion was quiet a moment, as if giving Deco a chance to speak, but there was no sound. "It's okay, you probably aren't even here, probably came to drop someone off and disappear." a sadness seemed to resonate in her voice. A sniffle escaped her nose and a teardrop from her eye. "Why do you have to be so frustrating?..."
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Post by Deco on Dec 24, 2007 15:44:09 GMT -5
The ominous form of Lord Deco stood motionless atop a large cliff overlooking the waist lands. All was quite with the exception of the gentle breeze which stirred the endless desert sands. He had traveled quite a ways to find such a place. A place where nobody would disturb him. He allowed his thoughts to drift back to that dreary laboratory. There was something there... something that he could not explain. No... not there, but within himself. Deco was at a loss to recall anything that had ever troubled him this badly. Normally, he would simply rip his problems apart or burn them from existence. But no, this enemy was above such things. He now faced his own broken memories. No matter, he would eventually conquer this foe just as he had all before it. He needed only to change his tactics a bit. He closed his eyes and once again allowed his thoughts to drift aimlessly. Suddenly he felt something, as if something pulling in the back of his consciousness. Something didn't feel right. He reached back into his mind to the source of the disturbance. Then he felt it. It was in the small part of himself that had been assimilated into the metal-head back in the lab. He used the dark eco that now ran through the creatures veins to take control and look through it's eyes. What he saw surprised him. Somebody was peering into the cell at the metal-head. The creature didn't have the sharpest of vision, but one thing was very clear. One thing was very wrong... It was too tall to be Vermillion. Somebody was in the lab! Lord Deco's eyes snapped open as bolts of darkness erupted angrily from his body. He turned to face the direction of the lab. The earth trembled with the force of his rage as he sank into the ground and began tearing his way towards his newly appointed victim.
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