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 Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 8:21 pm
Trying to duck to the floor to avoid the huge metal full file cabinet that was tossed at her, only realized a mere second before it hit her, Too close- The edge of the bottom of the file cabinet hit Zai Hana in the head with so much force, she was knocked over to the ground. The file cabinet hit the wall with a loud crash, and fell to the ground beside her. A white and slightly pearl like fluid, like liquid opal, poured down from her head down the side of her pale face, and over her black gas mask. She went into a state of panic, pressing her hand as hard as she could against the gash in her head, trying to keep terrible oxygen from getting into her bloodstream. If it were not for this and an immediate concern for brain damage or bruising, the pain in her head would be nearly agonizing. But, looking over at the file cabinet, the liquid opal blood dripping through her fingertips and down her fishnet covered arm, Zai saw what she was looking for. Immediately she reached out with the other hand and grabbed the file, jumping up off the floor and running to the window, using her large platform boots to kick out the glass, which caused sirens to go blaring through out the entire asylum. Waving the file around in the air, Zai jumped up and stood on the edge of the ledge of the window, and although it was hidden by her mask, she was grinning. Her voice was very happy, mocking, and sarcastic... the first time in a long, long time that there had been anything but a monotone carelessness in her voice. "Geez... thanks doc!" With that, she jumped, landing on the ground, her vision starting to turn into grey scale from the oxygen reaching her blood, and so close to her brain... Running, the guards fired their guns at her, and guard dogs were sent running dead at her as she scratched into her arm with one of her fingernails to counteract the air, soon her vision and physical sensations returning to normal just as she managed to slid under the fence through a small gap just before the dogs reached her. On the other side, she heard the bullets hitting the wall. Taking off in a run for her life, Zai thought to herself, Lanius, ya owe me...
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 8:30 pm
((Part uno))
Warwick just stood there for a moment, realizing he had just given her what she had come for. "Gott verdammt noch mal!" He shouted driving his claw into the wall and busting a huge hole through it. "Ich hasse diese dumme Hure! Ich hasse sie! Ich hasse sie! Ich schwöre bei meinem Leben, dass ich sie zerstören und begraben den Körper in einem flachen Grab!" He continued to scream, angry with himself but mostly with her. After a lot of angry German later, he calmed down and managed to sit in what was left of his trashed office. "Great. I really don't see how this can get worse."
"I can." Came a voice from the doorway of the room. It was Salazar, an old patient of the doctors and one of his personal favorite inmates.
"Ah, if it isn't my favorite little prototype. How are things treating you?" The doctor said happily, knowing that if Salazar was here that it meant he either needed something from him or wanted to kill him. Either way, it would be enjoyable.
Salazar ignored his greeting and walked towards him. Showing that he was unarmed. "I need something from you. And in return, you can take whatever you want from me. Blood, tissue, bone. I don't care."
"Interesting...What ever could my little creation want from me hmm?" Dr. Warwick mused, giving off an evil, twisted grin. This was perfect. Salazar was one of his first projects in developing the viral strand that the wretched woman had stole from him. He contained the base virus, from which the new stand had been created. A simple tissue sample from the arm muscles would allow him to extract the virus and use it to not only replace the old stand, but make a better one.
Salazar just sighed and explained what he wanted. "I need a mental suppressant. Something that will allow me to think rationally and be in control of my other personas." The experience in the graveyard was enough for him to realize that in order to carry out with his plan, he would need to be in full control over his body. Yet his evil persona was too great to be handled, when given the chance to surface it ran wild until some mental trigger gave him a glimpse of his good half. But even then that part of him was weak, soft. If he was going to end this civil dispute, he would have to let both work together in harmony.
Warwick lit up at the request. During Salazar's years at the Asylum, Dr. Von Kraus was studying a suppressant that would diminish the good half. Leaving a crazed killing machine left. However, he wanted balance. So he would have to reverse the effect of the original medicine. "Very well. In exchange I want a tissue sample from your arms. Don't fret, it's just a sample. I'm not going to rip off the whole arm."
Salazar tried to smile at the deal but could already feel the balance slipping away from him. "Great...Listen, I know this is going to sound odd but I'll need to be strapped down and put in the fireproof room. I want this to be done, but something inside me doesn't."
Warwick just grinned some more and started to lead Salazar down the hall to his room. "I don't think that will be an issue."
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 6:23 pm
((Part dos))
Once Salazar had been situated into his chair and the straps had been put on tight. Warwick brought in a rolling blackboard to help explain the situation. "Alright. You have a disease known as Dissociative Identity Disorder, or DID. This has caused your mind to split into three separate personas, one of which being a combination of the two. i.e your true persona. Now, normally your mind in control by one of the two halves. The human part, or good persona, and the Lycan part, or that bad persona. Due to your genetics, the human half is recessive to the Lycan half. Thus making you a crazed serial killer, increasing emotions like hate and fury, and getting you stuck in here. However, under certain mental conditions, your human half will take control, turning you into a pacifist and increasing your emotions such as love and happiness. The medication I am giving you will sedate your lycan half, but only to a certain degree. Leaving both of your personas to work together like clockwork and turning you into what society would call a 'normal human being'."
Salazar took all of this in stride and tried to keep the evil half of him at bay. it wasn't working however and he could feel the sanity being stripped from him piece by piece like old paint on a wall. "Yeah yeah, I don't need to know the tech bits. I just need you to get me those suppressants."
Dr. Von Kraus just chuckled and took a small syringe out of his coat. "It will take a few days for it to be developed. This will keep you sedated long enough for me to get the tissue sample and develop the medication." True, he would have preferred to perform the biopsy while Salazar was awake, but he figured that it would be enough just to get the base strand. "Nighty night." He said in horse, sickly sort of voice, injecting the sedative into Salazar's body easily, despite the obvious resistance.
A couple of days later Salazar groggily awoke a few hundred yards away from the Asylum. He was covered in blood stains and dirt, apparently he had been tossed out here after the surgery. In his hand he noticed a bottle of tiny white pills with a note attached. he noticed that his arm had been wrapped in gauze where a pretty large chuck of flesh had been removed. It hurt, but only slightly has he stood up and unfolded Dr. Warwick's letter. It read...
Take one every four hours. Two before bed. More than eight a day will cause you to overdose and most likely die. Enjoy.
- Dr. Warwick Von Kraus M.D.
After reading the letter, Salazar just chuckled a bit and looked around at where he was. "To Rosenthal Keep I go." He mumbled, grabbing his pack that had also been left next to him. It felt a bit heavier than usual and looking through it he found the fist pair of claws he had even owned. When he was admitted to the Asylum they had taken them away and he never saw them again. They had been kept in good condition too. The iron of the blade shined brilliantly and the bronze of the handle slipping on his hand like a glove. "Now this, is more like it."
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 6:48 pm
Sam was walking long the edge of the forest when she saw someone not far from her. As she came closer she saw it was her brother. Several questions ran through her mind as she got closer while he was reading the piece of paper but the only thing she asked was "Are you alright?" Sam began brushing some patches of dirt away from the arm not wrapped in gauze.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 4:03 am
Salazar, happy to see someone that wasn't trying to kill him, smiled at Sam and gave her a hug. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just checking up with my doctor, you know the crazy one." He didn't feel the need to tell Sam about the suppressants. After all, while she was aware of that evil persona, she never really saw it. "Oh and I went crazy and tried to kill Kirai a couple times and started working for Avarice. So I'm in a bit of a tight situation. How about you?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 2:36 pm
((Lacey is such a handful.))
"It's been good" she replied. "You're all dirty right now though."
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 4:06 pm
He smirked and brushed a bit of dirt off of himself. "He's not the best doctor." This was nice, getting to see his ever so elusive sister again. "So Sam, what are you doing today?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 4:38 pm
"Not much really. I was just taking a walk around." Sam gave him an innocent smile
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 6:41 pm
Salazar smiled back and started walking away form the Asylum. "Care to take a walk with your brother? It seems you're always off somewhere and never get to spend any quality time together."
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 9:08 pm
Ruriha felt like she had been wondering aimlessly with a crinkled and torn piece of paper in her hand with the address of an asylum, also written look for a hill.. she sighed and threw the paper down feeling hopeless she couldn't find it and to think she only wanted to ask one question.. Ruriha had sat down beside a tree and leaned her head against it looking up at the branches thinking maybe she shouldn't..
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 7:15 am
One of the Asylum guards was out taking a stroll when he saw the young girl next to a tree. What luck! Maybe delivering this girl to Dr. Von Kraus would be the extra little boost he needed for lieutenant. In his best gentleman like manner he walked over to the girl and smiled at her. "Hello madam. Are you lost?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 11:12 am
Ruriha slightly shocked she didn't hear the man coming she stood up at his presence and scanned him for a quick second to see if he was any danger to him once she assumed he wasn't she smiled back at him and replied, "I believe I am, do you know where I can find the asylum?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 11:57 am
"Right this way madam." The guard replied with a sharktooth grin, leading her a few hundred yards to the Asylum. It wasn't long before they we're at the gates of the ominous looking building. The black, overcast sky only adding to the uneasy feeling one got from being around it. "Might I ask what brings you here madam?" The guard asked, feigning interest as he put in the code for the gate
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 4:08 pm
Following closely behind the guard. Entering past the gates gazing upon the gloominess of the asylum, she quickly began regretting even thinking this place would be able to assist her with her personal journey. Her gaze went back over to the guard who was now speaking to her she replied "Why do you ask? Are the one will assist me?" Ruriha kept her eyes on the guard watching his expression as she does with everyone else she interacted with, not wanting to be entirely impolite.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 4:25 pm
"I ask so I know who to refer you to. Dr. Von Kraus usually handles the medical issues and the Captain of the Guard handles legal issues." The guardman replied, opening up the front door for her. The front desk of the Asylum was pretty normal looking. White and light blue tile adorned the floor, the walls were a clean white, and a nice looking young took the visitors. It was all very contrasting to the horrors within.
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