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 Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 3:26 pm
Szczeosny awoke to a breath of cold air and momentary claustrophobia before his eyes opened behind skewed glasses. "Ugh, gdzie jestem?" He started to extricate himself from the pod and stopped short as he was overtaken by a wave of dizziness that forced him to shut his eyes against the too-bright light. " Kurwa. Moja głowa..." This is what it felt like to be the character using an extra life in a video game, wasn't it. It certainly felt like he'd just been put together pixel by pixel. As for what he was doing here, or what 'here' even was... everything before this was a dark, moving blur that threatened to make him nauseous if he kept dwelling on it. Fortunately, his eyes had adjusted just enough that he could see across to the glorious glowing technology. Szczeosny found the motivation to stumble the rest of the way out of his pod and toward a better position to admire the rest of them. His balance suffered in the process but he was determined to have a look around if it killed him all over again. "Co to jest...?" He was dead. He was dead and he had gone to heaven.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 9:59 pm
A youthful man with a distinctive Asian cast and thick black-rimmed glasses, greeted the newly awakened podee, "Hey, wow! This is like, way nostalgic, I haven't greeted a sleeper in ages, and that douchebag Mark stole Mimsy from me." He bounced on his feet a moment, staring expectantly and then remembered that newly woken freshies tended to be kind of dazed and useless. Which was intentional, as dazed and useless people were less likely to riot over killing each other during their testing or anything equally lamesauce and bothersome. "So yeah, anyway, I'm Professor D, and welcome to the world of the living dude."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 4:20 am
"Eh..." Szcseosny made a small noise of confusion and proceeded to give 'Professor D' the sort of blank look of someone who only processed about half of what they were hearing, or possibly nothing at all. He adjusted his glasses with a light touch while he tried to puzzle out 'sleeper' and 'Mimsy' and all the other half-remembered fragments with his head still feeling like it was stuffed with cotton instead of grey matter. It wasn't that he didn't know English - he knew enough, in his totally untested opinion. A few years of English classes and some extravagant pissing contests over MMOs and forums had taught him everything he figured he would need to get by. He took the greeting much better, though. "Dziękuję, Professor. I am Szczeosny Brzenczyszczykiewicz." It rolled off his tongue in a way no other on the island could probably manage. Szczeosny immediately grabbed one of D's hands between two of his in a very friendly, warm, and exceedingly clammy handshake. "Is very much good to be here, yes, and not... vell, only one other place for some of us to be going, eh? Hah..." Szczeosny, still smiling somewhat nervously, let his eyes flicker briefly downward. There were some superstitions so ingrained he couldn't completely shake them. All the while he hadn't quite stopped with the hand-shaking, just gradually slowed it down. It really was rather nice to be alive.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 4:50 am
"You're...what..." Professor D asked, the vacant gaze of incomprehension creeping into his eyes, "...uhh..." Then he suddenly startled in alarm, "Oh s**t, did you just like...have a miniature seizure of something while you were talking?" He was still shaking the dude's hand, worried that letting go might make him start to seize again.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 12:45 pm
Madeline was the most graceful swan when it came to waking up.
Which was a goddamned lie, she was not a graceful swan at all.
The first jarring sensation that jolted her fully into being awake was her body slamming against the floor, limbs snapping every which way like a dying squid. She vaguely remembered rolling over out of - um, something - and was glad to see that she was undeniably and very much alone right now - at least that she could see, were those voices coming from somewhere over there? - when she lifted her head. Okay well, no one in sight. No first impressions ruined. Nothing to worry about. Maybe. Wait, why where first impressions even important anymore. Madeline frowned, rolled over onto her back, and stared up at the ceiling. Was she even wearing clothes? The newly awaked girl lifted her head just enough to make sure she wasn't flashing some god she didn't believe in.
Nope, she was good.
Damn.
There was a vague recollection of stuff followed by hazy memories of more stuff and the distinct impression that she had somehow royally ******** herself into a life of suffering and hellfire, and while Madeline was all for epic panic attacks, she was feeling like an anticlimactic little s**t for just lying here, in a room full of alien-esque pods with no one that she could see around. Maybe it was shock. Madeline snickered.
Nope, probably not.
She had a rather bloody memory in her head, all distorted like a badly filmed 50's classic, and while she had no qualms with being in a badly filmed 50's classic, she had some serious issues with being left out of the loop. Which was probably somehow her fault, but -
Madeline made an aggravated sound in the back of her mouth, gravelly and rough from what she could only imagine was a long time asleep, and jumped up, balancing on the balls of her feet before rocking back down onto the pads.
Badly filmed 50's classic or not, she was not sticking around in this roundabout place full of Matrix-esque human pea pods, especially if there was something out there more exciting for her to do. So naturally, she stalked straight for the door singing loudly and slightly off key, I Believe in a Thing Called Love.
Madeline, suicidal? Maybe. Madeline, off her rocker? Of ******** course.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 12:10 am
"HOLD IT!"
A tall figure barred the door - actually they weren't really tall at all and well, they weren't really barring the door as more standing to the side of it, wearing a headset that connected to an oddly glowing blue ipod device. They unplugged one ear bud. "Did you get your clearance pass?" They didn't wait for Madeline to say yes or no before nodding sagely, "I didn't think so."
Before Madeline could say another word she was assaulted with practically twenty questions including "Did you shower before you left?" "Red Pill or Blue Pill?" "How deep does the rabbit hole go?" "What is your name?" something probably about ponies, though it was best not to ask.
Said not-really-tall figure sighed, scribbling a few things on the clipboard before turning back to the to-be trainee. "All right, let's get a few things straightened out here. You take orders from the higher ups but before you do, you will need to get yourself checked out at the temp weapons cove. Word of advice: don't do anything stupid. Usually people don't even have enough time to regret." They had plugged in both pieces of the headset again, pushing the volume of the device back up to some loud rock music that leaked all over the room. "Have fun." kuriptama Madeline can now make her weapons solo HERE. Once she has, she is free to rp in the main Deus HQ!
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 11:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 6:57 am
"Do you want to know the truth behind all of this? Why your family has been haunted all this time. Do you want to make sure it never happens again?"
"Yes."
It was a dream, a dream of an agreement made who knows how long ago, when a man in a white coat with gold trim finally acknowledged what Roland had known all along. It was this fleeting memory that lingered as he awoke in the pod. A whole new series of memories slamming into him as a pale wet hand slammed against the window of the pod.
Click!
The hammer locked in place behind him, something poked against the back of his helmet tilting his head forward to look at the blood soaked knife in his hands.
"S'nothing personal mang, but ya know how it goes aye? Kill or be killed killa, and you just done some nasty stuff there mahn. Can't have some killa watchin' mah back."
He didn't have a chance to respond, the world went black seconds later before he woke up. How long had it been, was that real or a nightmare? The murders. The masked people. All if it seemed to cram its way inside his skull as he woke up. The doors opened and he fell forward, a few needles and wires falling off as he tumbled out the pod crashing to his hands and knees. Brown hair had grown long in his time in the tube, it was almost to his shoulders at the moment of waking up. He didn't register Rep sitting across from him, the room or the glowing runes.
Only the sound in his head of the pistol being primed in his head causing him to dry heave in panic and disgust.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 9:54 am
Rep had zoned out somewhat as he waited, listening to the low hum of the pods, his thoughts wandering to the times he'd been told being podded again was a kind of punishment used sometimes. It sounded to him like a fate worse than death, trapped in limbo again forever, doomed to simply wither away. It gave him chills imagining it - no he'd definitely rather go out with a bang, or not at all.
The place was quiet as a tomb, every sound exaggerated by the silence, so when the sleeper in the pod by him woke up with no small degree of violence, Rep almost jumped out of his skin, leaping to his feet with something between a yelp and a snarl, throwing his right hand out to his side in a gesture that normally left him ready to catch Tracey as he summoned. Of course, nothing happened other than he felt a bit of a ******** idiot for the reflex.
Irritation replaced surprise as he eyed the guy looking like he was set to throw up on the floor.
"Don't you ******** dare throw up man. Knowing my luck I'll have to clean that s**t up."
It wasn't quite welcome to Deus but priorities were priorities.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 10:03 am
The world was spinning, someone was standing before him he couldn't quiet tell which way was up at the moment he was thirsty too, that much he knew as he let out another dry heaving sound before falling onto his side.
"Water." He mumbled, "Water please." His eyes rolled upwards towards the other boy shivering slightly on the floor in the cool of the labs rather then the warmth of the pods encasing.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 10:18 am
Rep tended to deal with genuine distress like it was amateur dramatics, clearly only he really meant it when he flipped out about things. He reached down to grab the guy with his arm and unceremoniously sit him down on the chair.
"I'm not your ******** go-to guy right? You want water, he can use your ******** legs to go get it yourself when you wake up proper. You aren't going to die between now and then."
He didn't know it for sure, but surely waking up couldn't kill you.
"So. Name?" he snarled irritably, at least remembering to ask that much. "Cause I'm Rep."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 10:23 am
The world shifted again, not fun not fun not fun! His head was still spinning as it was so suddenly being lifted into the chair did him little good but in some ways it was a decent gesture to get him up off the floor like that.
He didn't respond to the first part only nodding his head, the last part was nice. He wasn't going to die between now and waking up, that was reassuring. Well not really.
"Ro," he said, "Roland Taft... I'd say it's a uhh pleasure Rep. But..." He rubbed his forehead before checking the back of his head. "Christ I wasn't... shot or anything recently was I?" You could live through being shot in the head right? Maybe this was a medical center or something. His eyes started to focus, looking at Rep wearily before past him to the pod he came out of, to all the pods beside him before gasping a bit.
"Where the ******** am I?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 10:37 am
Rep laughed cruelly. "You probably were shot. We all needed to go through a big sort of well... call it a test. Sounds like you got ******** owned in it, good start, you get to start out as a ******** loser, congratulations."
He couldn't help but smirk, it felt good to outrank someone for a change. "This is Deus Ex. Though I personally like to call it Hell on Earth. You chose to be here you poor ******** b*****d, and now you never get out of it." He sounded almost delighted at sharing this particular misery, vaguely waving the hand with the glowing cuff on it as he went on.
"But there's some cool s**t, you'll get a weapon soon, from the weapons cove. They'll be like, the ******** friend in your head you always wanted." he rolled his eyes sarcastically, but Tracey mentally purred at the deep rooted honesty of those words.
"You ******** up at all at any point, you are dead. You don't keep up on missions, you are dead. Hell there's a whole ******** lot of things here which can and will end up with you dead. Even pissing off certain other trainees could maybe I dunno, end up with you dead"
He grinned. "So ********>
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 10:48 am
The laugh was not at all pleasing but he shrugged it off, "I remember... a red knife too. Lots of people. Then the gun..." he shook his head covering his face. "That wasn't a dream then?" He coughed again trying to fight the desire to heave again.
Deus Ex. Hell on Earth. He paused a bit thinking, "Then come with us and you can have that for a price." His head throbbed again and he shivered. "Sounds like the military..." he mumbled, he remembered what it was like living entwined to the service of the army thanks to his father.
"Like... a rifle?" His eyebrow raised a bit, "This is my rifle this is my gun one is for fighting this one's for fun?" The rhyme came back from a memory but it seemed good for the situation.
What came next though was not comforting at all. Missions, dead, ******** up. None of it was appealing but this seemed to be the situation period at the moment.
"Why do I feel like this is the crappiest morning ever?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 11:10 am
"It is military. Sort of anyway. Private military. Don't think we answer to any government, any laws, anything though. Just the guys in charge. Its more laid back than the army but the cost for ******** up is a hundred times worse." he shrugged.
The question about weapons made him laugh though. "Naw, no a ******** rifle. Well. Unless that's what you get. We get ******** AMAZING weapons." his expression lit up as he gestured grandly. "Weapons like you wouldn't believe, they can be any shape man, any kind of weapon. Mine is the axe to end all axes. But they are alive. And live in our heads. We can call them when we want and they keep us safe with like a shield and s**t. Normal rifles are ******** nothing to these. These make us ********> superhuman."
"So its not all bad."
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