Snow: ›V‹? Gosh, I hope it's not ›Vector‹. We really do not need another one of those. *looks over to his sleeping wife just slightly worried* How is the progress?
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Doc: well I can't say I'm there yet but I am coming close to where I need to be, afterwords I can begin to actually start going into the membrane and begin to work on him ,and no the name wasn't Vector. Lord help me if I were-*he watches Val turn on to her side. Doc stops makes no sudden movements inside her. he just looks at her and then to Snow* Can you kindly turn your wife gently back onto her back? I'd do it myself, but I need to focus on making sure I don't get caught on anything then back to the task at hand.
* Zot, second floor*
MB:*walks down the halls and stops at a specific door he then sits down and meditates*(Till morning comes, I will wait. There are things that need answered to help fill the gap. Afterwords, well I guess I'll wait and see what Shadowblade has planed.)
*over at the restaurant*
Mia: *begins eating and drinks a little more*yep, its our biggest yet. I'm already being given the plans and correcting them. For a device as unique as this there are so many things that need to be double checked if its going to be used.*She takes another few bites* and incase you are wondering*she got in close* its a device that allows people to become more mobile.*she then proceeds to gulp the rest of her champagine down*
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(If you wish but I'm pretty sure that the night scene is going to be wrapped up soon.)
Pico:*hearing this peeked Picos curiosity*really? like a hover car? or maybe a mini teleportation device?*Picos eyes gleemed in both curiosity and excitement*
Mia:*smiles at her husband till she realises somthing* Pico you havent had a drink yet…
Pico:*sweatdrops*oh i forgot….*drinks his glass then pours some more*
–Station Square, Library/Next Day, Afternoon–
Rust: *checks phone* (well, well, well…let's see where the rabbit hole leads us this time.) *puts away the newspapers he was reading and texts back to Claire the following message*
Bittersweet,
the Place is Jules' Pool hall, 440 Gausse St., Central Station.
-Rust
Snow: (Fuck! I hope that didn't mess up her insides now!) *he carefully takes Val by her shoulder and hip and turns her on her back, however, she mumbles and turns back* (Come on, please don't do this to me!) *as he tries to gently push her down again, she starts waking up*
Val: *stops moving like a deer in the headlights* Can somebody tell me what in the world is going on?!
Doc: You were moving in your sleep, so I told Snow to put you back.
Val: And I am supposed to believe that? Out with it, what did you try to do to my baby?!
Snow: *puts a calming hand on her shoulder* Val, what's wrong with y-
Val: *shakes his hand off in panic and fury, attempting to stand up* DON'T TOUCH ME! I knew it! I knew from the beginning that you never cared about my baby boy's fate! And now you just wanna dispose of him like a dirty rubbish bag! *despite the pain the deranged tentacles already cause, she wraps both hands around Doc's arm and tries to pull it out with all her strength*
- On Zot's second floor, where nobody suspects the imminent catastrophe far away… -
Claire: *grabs for her cell phone immediately after it vibrated and reads the message; she takes in the response with a little smile and texts back* »15 mins« (Now for where the fuck ever these portals are… True dat. Where the fuck are these portals?!) *she ponders for a moment and deletes the fifteen, removing it by a thirty; after putting her phone to the three cigarettes Rust gave her in her neck bag hidden underneath her scarf, she strides to the door and tears it open as usual* GAH! For the love of blood and gore, what the hell, MB?!
Doc:*sweatdrop*…*he sits there a and watches Val try with all her might lifting his one hand out if her but to no avail falling on her back* Valary you need to calm down…*he watches her attempt to sit up and try again with as little success as before and Pain starting to take over*your waisting time Valary…
Val: SHUT UP DAMMIT AND GET OUT OF ME!*continues her struggle*
Doc:…(you know she doesn't mean that)*he watched as she struggled again though it was clear there was not much energy and she was tiring and she was in agony as tears began to form*(This will go on forever if I don't do something and we don't have that)*he threw his hair back and put his face in close enough to get his point across still out of her reach his tone changed from bored to serious with a hint of demand* Hey,Listen…*his eyes fixated on her as she looked into them. There was fear in her eyes however, her attenttion was now afixiated and was begining calm down despite the pain* If you pull that hand out(not that you could) you pull away progress that and possibly your organs out along with it, which would put you into shock and that would be bad for someone in your condition. Not only that but your little "fit" is waisting time I could use to save your kid.*he starts to fix the damage Val did to herself rolling over and eyes Snow to get a sedative from his bag for Valincase this continues as he quietly takes his other hand and deforms it into something to hold down each of her limbs* I know this is stressful, I know your in Pain, I know your afraid, and I know your letting your feelings mix with uncertainity. If you wish to prove that you truly care about your son, you'll let me, your doctor and friend suceed in what he is doing and bring him to full heath so that way you can tell him yourself that you are proud to be his mother.*as he finishes his speech he sees the tears flow from her eyes, wanting to understand how to handle this. her face express fear and helplessness as she gives up the struggle*
*over at Zot, restaurant*
Mia: you'll have to wait and see.
Jerry: can I offer you 2 any dessert while your here.
Mia: hmm I'm not sure*She turns to Pico* you have any room left to eat?
*Zot, 2nd floor early in the morning*
MB: oh, good morning to you too.*he stand up and looks over her gear blocking her way out* Sorry to interupt but, I have a couple questions for you, and I would like for you to take some time to answer them.
Val: (Come on, you can't just give up! They're trying to deceive you!) *she continues the fight against Doc's grasp, but gets weaker and weaker; pure fear starts to take over her mind* (It's just like he said… I'm useless! He will punish me again if he finds out, I can't- I must do something! Gods, please, I beg you, help me, I don't want to be put in the shed again, I-I wouldn't survive it… Please… somebody…) *she ends her struggle as pain and fear cause her to slowly pass out*
Doc: *watches her lights blowing out before he turns to Snow* Has this gotten normal during the past months?
Snow: *shakes his head, unable to speak for a moment, but regains his composure within a second* No. I suppose you can see it now; something - or someone - has triggered her trauma again.
- Zot, 2nd floor… -
Claire: (… Okay, is that just my paranoia, or's that guy tracking my damn texts? … Don't got much of a choice here, if I tell him I don't got time then he asks why, and then I'll have to tell him I'm about to sneak out 'n' take the risk of nuking a whole metropolis for pool. Dammit. He'll better make it quick.) … Shoot. And make sure yer aimin' well.
–Zot, 13th Floor, Office /Morning–
Rhiannon: *comes back to the office after the nightly rounds. her mind is in a bit of a haze from the shear number of things she's had to memorize to be able to do the rounds, but not so much so to impede her work. she sets the coffee machine for a fresh pot and begins to organize the new day's papers.*
–Zot, 13th Floor, Guest Room / Morning–
Lucy: *wakes up early and rolls awkwardly out of bed. he arches his back and feels it pop in nearly a dozen places.* (ugh, it feels like an army of half-drunk inbred Imps spent the night square-dancing on my spine. there is no way that bed was made for sleeping on.) *he goes through some morning yoga and stretches to limber-up before washing up. he figures out the bathroom without ay problems and washes his leather trench coat in the tub after his shower.*
–Station Square / Afternoon–
Rust: *is walking to Jules' Pool Hall, pool case in hand. he takes the straightest rout there, using alleys and jumping fences when necessary. While passing through an alley in one of the shadier parts of the city he can hear the sounds of a struggle up ahead. there is a strangled gurgling sound as the struggle ceases as well as the sound of thin metal being dragged across rough fabric. as he passes a large dumpster, the scene comes into view of a disreputable Mobian (a gold fox) kneeling of what appears to be a young Mobian (perhaps middle or High school age, albino boa) that has had it's throat cut out. without pausing, speaking or any other sort of ceremony Rust pulls a massive handgun from hammer-space and fires it point blank at the murderer. the .50 Caliber, mercury core slug splits his head like a watermelon and a bloody knife falls from the dead fox's hand. Rust Keeps walking toward his his destination, pool case in hand and gun back in hammer-space.* (This city better pray it's hero comes back to it soon.) *he thinks to himself as his feet take him further and further from the the two shattered lives behind him.*
Jerry: alright then here's the bill and have a good night.
Mia: *pays for it* you too. *she then takes pico by the arm and walks out with him* wasn't tonight fun?
*Morning,Zot Tower*
SB:Well that was fun. Its been awhile since I had someone help me with the evening rolls. Anyway its now onto the Morning Checks*he looks over* If you need a minute to compose yourself I understand. tis not often you have so much to do by morning. Which one did you enjoy the most?
*Second floor*
MB: Alright then. As your aware we had an unexpected visitor in our towers a mobian wolf named Rust . Before you ask, I felt him out, and kindly escourted him off the properity. No battle whatsoever. The reason I am here is to see what you know about him. Any little detail about him would be useful. Even ones that would seem unimportant or not worth mentioning.
*Snow's place*
Doc: Yes, I'm thinking once this is over, we need to get her some help. Otherwise lord knows what would happen in this house post child arrival.*he finishes fixing her innards up and continues on* if this starts again please give Val the seditive. I don't need anymore delays like that one. *he then let's the silence take its course for the next few minutes till opening his mouth again* What time is it?
Snow: *checks the wall clock* Quarter to ten. Time to do my stuff. *drinks another concoction to keep himself awake* What do you want for breakfast?
- Zot, second floor… -
Claire: What I know about him? Pfff… Meh, he's no stranger to pool. Other than that… Unimportant stuff counts too, eh? Lemme see, he's a good tad bit taller than me; - not really a damn art though - male Mobian wolf with brown fur that's greying in reverse for why the fuck ever. Wears a pony tail for a hairstyle. Not my style really, but guy's got some years too much for my tastes anyway. 'S that help any?
–Zot, 13th Floor, Guest Room / Morning–
Lucy: *having cleaned up, he scouts around for breakfast. Finding none, he decides to head down to one of the mess halls to get something to eat. He exits his room and begins to look for the stairs.*
–Zot, 13th Floor, Office / Morning–
Rhiannon: "I don't need to compose myself. I'm fine" *she says with a sigh. she continues to organize as she continues* "It was… unique to check the wine cellar for stray sentient hats. Is that just a Tuesday thing, or have you had problems with hats in the past?"
–Central Square, Jules' Pool Hall / Afternoon–
Rust: *Arrives at the pool hall with nearly ten minutes to spare. He enters the building and navigates his way to the bar at the back with such familiarity that it would seem like he's been there before. He gestures for the barkeeper's attention and orders a scotch on the rocks for himself before finding an overstuffed armchair by the wall to sit on.*
Mia: yep that was something else*walks into his room and towards their bed* I'm really glad we got sometime together*kisses him*
*Morning, Second floor*MB: *he then looks over Claire throughly determining what the reason for her addition of a scarf and contines theconversation*That helps some. However, there is one thing I need to adress that baffels me. From what I understand Rust got your eyes glowing. Is that true?
*13th floor*SB: *opens the office door*oh yeah, ever since that magic act for the New year party they've been showing up left and right.*watches as Lucy passes by*excuse me for a second*whistles for him before Lucy makes the corner and motions him to come into his office* hey there bud how was sleeping in the bed?
*Snow's place*Doc: hmm*thinks for a moment*…Waffles, Toast, Bacon, glass of oj, some milk, scrambled eggs, and flapjacks.
Snow: Good that Val is unconscious as of now. *he comments as he leaves the lab towards the kitchen to return roughly half an hour later carrying the same huge trays as before, only with different content than before*
- Zot, second floor… -
Claire: Like I already said way~ back when the rubber boots were still made of wood; nearly eighty percent of this world's populace is fated to get their asses torn apart in Hell. Who knows what the damn ever he did to count to this majority. (Now do me the fucking favour and catch the bait.) *tries to measure how much time of her thirty minute limit is left* (Note to self: Allow more time 'fore a date, even if ya think y'ain't needin' any. Gawddammit, why can't just anybody get bent when I need'em to? Doesn't help me any, I gotta risk it…) That all? Not to be rude, mate, but yanno, Barbericca's isn't gonna be open forever. (Now here's to hoping that place got a closing hour at all.)
–Zot, 13th Floor, Office / Morning–
Lucy: *enters office* "Morning Boss. The bed was terrible. I had to work on my back for nearly half an hour to get it limber again." *he says with some annoyance but no accusation or animosity.* "is there anything in particular that you want me for?"
Mia:*wraps herself around his side kissing him one more time before they pass out* Sweet dreams hon.
*Morning, Second Floor*
MB:…*he then puts his hand to his face as if he had heard a terrible joke then sighs* Really that-*he takes a minute to adjust himself* that was terrible, but then again you don't know much of our routine.*he then sighs* let's face it you have shown to be one of the most clever people here at Zot and somehow you'll find your way out. So, let me ask you this: Are you going to make this your "one free day"? If so, I recomend taking that pill Ink and his Page made for you.(ha ha, writing joke!)Otherwise, where ever your going will look worse than Nagasaki and possibly end bad, even for you.
*13th floor, office*
SB:Actually Lucy, yes. please come in and sit. *the two head in and he sits down Lucy behind him he then turns his attention to his Right hand man/lady/spirit/banshee/anything else that comes to mind* Rhiannon just so you know I'm going to be running behind with the morning routine I'm need to have a talk here with our-oh my goodness I almost forgot… Rhiannon,, this is our new recruit Lucy.
*Snow's Place*
Doc:*grows 2 additional arms and takes the plate with flapjacks first and eats them at a normal pace. he then takes the syrup and puts some on his waffles which he then chows down on. them and drinks his milk. Each of the portions head through his modified digestive track and into Val which will then be turned into nutrients for the child. finally he starts on the bacon, eggs and oj. as he does so he lets his tentacles continue towards the destination* hmm I have to say Snow you can really cook. This stuff tastes amazing.
*morning*DemonicPico:*as Pico opened his eyes they immediately turned red*(time to raise some hell.)*DemonicPico laughed quietly at his bad joke before getting up*(now the question is what to do? training?…nah im strong enough already…avoiding Picos parents should be easy hmm)*looks at Mia who was still asleep.* (maybe i,ll go see Nene if she would like to do somthing…damnit im a deamon for Petes sake why would i care what shes doing?)*walks out of the apartment but not before leaveing a note for Mia*
Snow: Thanks for the flowers, but it's really not a big deal. I always only just randomly throw all kinds of spices in it until it tastes like something. I don't even know what was all in your meal.
- Zot, second floor… -
Claire: … Pill? What the- ahh~, that weird stone thing SB gave me? … Wow, ya got me there man, I completely forgot that thing existed… Umm… And now that I think of it; I got no idea where I put it either. I'm pretty sure I lost it some while ago… (At least until I got the right moment for its usage… Something tells me I gotta savour it until the time is ultimately right… More right than using it to prevent destroying a city. Ffffuck, am I gambling here. It's… I dunno… exciting? I ain't had that kind of feeling in an eternity…) * she forces down a smile and forces her expression to remain neutral* Anyway, t'was nice to see ya, but I gotta go, bye! *she attempts to shove her way past Morphblade, however, he continues to block her path*
–Zot, 13th Floor, Office / Morning—
Rhiannon: *nods curtly to Lucy as she continues to sort the papers.* “Another young fool drawn to tower like lighting to a rod.” *she says absently, as if expecting no one to hear her.*
Lucy: “Hey, for all you know the tower attracted my Rod!” *he says indignantly.*
Rhiannon: *cocks an eyebrow and tries unsuccessfully to stare him down.* “You wanted him here for something besides quaint conversation, right Shadowblade?” *she asks sardonicly*
Lucy: “Breakfast, I hope.” *he offers helpfully.*
SB:*rolls is his eyes and opens a portal in front of him that slids a plate of Waffles Bacon and eggs on it* there you are.*he then readjusts himself in his chair and slidesthe the list of things to be done for the morning routine towards Rhiannon and focuses on Lucy.* Now then Lucy, it occured to me last night that you may not be famillar with the culture up here. So, if I may ask what have you been all taught about the surface?
*Pico's room*
Mia:*wakes due to there being no Pico* hmm? where did you go?*feels the note* what's this?
*outside on the 8th floor*
Cecil: *walks by* morning Pico how are-*he stops in his tracks and turns* running over to Pico hey man you ok? I don't want ot alarm you or anything, but your eyes are kinda glowing man.
*Second floor*
MB:…(wait a sec,lying, seems excited to leave, willing to do anything that could only… oh…this is a problem.)*sighs as he finishes putting the last set of 2+2 together* Claire, you don't know anything about this guy. You said it yourself he's done something horrible. Meaning he could do something horrible to you. He might even become a casuality of ot gets out. These are things you need to concider, heck you might not make it out of the tower. As of right now there's a change in shift as both morning staff and last nights are workers coming and going. I understand that you wish to be happy and I agree you do have a right, but are you really willing to risk so many lives that have a potential future with that Nachzeher still floating in ya?
*Snow's place*
Doc: ah, I see. *finishes his bacon and Eggs and gulps down the oj* (That's one more thing we have in common)*he chuckles as he feels his tentacles move aginst something. * Oh! Hello…what do we have here?
Snow: *moves to Doc's side, yet not so close as to disturb him in the surgery* What happened?
- Zot, second floor… -
Claire: Dick, of course not! … But ya see, I got a very good argument… *without warning, she kicks Morphblade in the groin as hard as she could, causing him to fall to his knees for a moment, and makes a mad dash past him* WOOOPwoopwoopwoopwoop! *as she runs around the corner, she thinks of her options* (Alright, alright, where to go? Should I search for the portals? Ehh, bad idea, it'd take me too bloody long, and he'll probably have some guards block it after this… Better go down… The robotics division might've got some o'these portable things. But I don't got the time to just walk in on them freaks all civilized. Better go down, really. The front door is just not given its credit these days.) *as she makes her way down jumping, almost flying down the stairs, occasionally hiding from staff on the move to or from their working places, she comes past the upstairs Metroid habitat* (Yeah, whatever these things are. Fuck, I've never been here before! That wouldn't be so weird if I didn't spend nearly one year here yet!) *she takes a turn and hides behind the corner listening in* (No hasty footsteps or other noises of alarm… And I didn't hear the intercom either. What's he waiting for?! I don't like that. C'mon, think, what's he gonna expect from me? … The building's spiked with cams, that's for sure. I bet he knows as well I never got that tour. Which means from his POV, I got nowhere else to go than the front door! I got nothing else left than going upstairs and searching for the damn portals!) *she holds back her curses and sneaks, respective spurts upstairs again*
- Meanwhile, somewhere else in a large, dim lit room, an unusual meeting comes together. An odd figure, weird shaped, but indubitably humanly, sitting behind a huge desk awaits his guests' arrival, which the term 'Monstrosities' could only vaguely describe. Some are taller than a giraffe and stronger than an ox, some are short and seemingly spiked with horns, some are crooked in the most unnatural forms, while others seem normal except for few, but heavy anomalies occurring on them. Only the middle monstrosity seems halfway normal, although unnaturally big, as if everything around it was shrunk in a thirty percent scale. Despite the massive diversities between each of them, they share one commonality; they wear long black cloaks in the half hearted attempt to obscure their shapes of body, along with black masks that leave only holes for the eyes and the mouth. Yet again, the creature in the middle is the big exception with its mask ending only underneath its eyes. The skin above it is chalky white and seems sick of a life threatening disease, however, the eyes shine with determination and hatred. The human behind the desk, with the face hidden in the shadows, raises his voice, now revealing his male nature. His voice is old and creaky, but not frail or weak, not struggling to form a sentence. -
???: *points a crooked, weakly trembling finger at the creature to the far left* Bagdad… *the finger wanders to its neighboor* Johannesburg… *the finger wanders on* Moskau… *and on* Sankt Petersburg… *and on* Peking… *and on* Kuala Lumpur… Melbörn… Ocklant… Santiago… Brrasilia… Rrio… Chickago… Detrroit… Nou- wait, no. *a malicious grin shows up in the dark* You can boz go to Detrroit. GM knows why. *he continues his list up, and his finger moves on* Nou York… Los Engeles… Vencouver… Parris… Madrrid… Bartzelona… Lond'n… Oxfort… Warschau… Prressburg… Oslo… Athen… Antalya… Kieff. Now get out of my eyes! *the creatures seem to glow in various places and then dash off, each to its designated city; only the one in the middle remains in its place*
–Zot, 13th Floor, Office / Morning—
Lucy: “Oh, the usual, you know.” *he says with an easy shrug. As he reaches gratefully for the waffles.* “only trust people as far as you can throw them, don’t default on your debts, people aren’t food unless by majority vote on a boat, never attack Russia in the winter, always wear clothes for some reason I forget, and don’t do anything that dad would do.” *he counts these lessons off on his fingers as he goes down the list.* “Also, if you’re camping in the south don’t EVER wipe your ass with poison oak.” *he stretches himself absently as he begins to eat his breakfast.*
Rhiannon: *takes the list from SB and hastens to get out of the room. She throws SB a sarcastic look as she leaves that seems to say ‘you sure know how to pick them’.*
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