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 Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 6:53 am
Cora laughed. Laughed so hard he almost cried.
Gaia. A strange place that was different things to different people. For some, a whole other planet, for others, a mere continent on one they already knew. For still others, a different PLANE of being.
But Roen WAS right. This wasn’t Gaia, this WAS earth, and he was a LOOOONG way form anything resembling home.
Still sniggering, Cora stood up and moved away, leaving Roen to his thoughts for a but a few minutes before he was back, with a MUCH more imposing man at his side.
It was clear immediately this other man was the one in charge. Tall, proud, with long hair, to Roen he would be familiar in one way at least.
Tribal style viral markings COVERED the man’s body, matching those Roen had seen on and off for years over Corbin and Roan. This then, was Hellbane Laster, the original virus, the first sickness, the evolved malady. This was no man, this was moving taint. Where he trod, sickness bloomed while life withered, and now… he was looking at Roen like he was a prized greyhound that had just won the local derby*
An abyssal devil.
And of the blood. He is from the Memories, and ingested it. They call him bloodbound.
Then he will meet parameters. Good work Cora. Go now and rest, I will have need of you later. Report to me at 6.Yes sir.
*As Cora left for the second time, Hellbane moved up to the bars of Roen’s confinement and looked down at him, almost curious*
Please excuse the nature of your accommodations. Normally, I would not hunt devils for my work, but the research is at a critical stage. Soon enough you will aid me without need for such measures and I will make sure your quarters are improved. In the mean time, I ask only that you bear with me while my men prepare such for you, and you undergo the NGF treatment in the lab.
Do you know who I am, per chance?
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:43 pm
((DAMN! Post pending. Blasted work days are killing me. I will be back! XD))
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 2:42 pm
The Darkened Devil went silent for the time being, content to simply watch Cora and the apparent boss talk about him as if he weren't there. It stung his pride, truth be told; but he didn't want to disturb the two. His best bet was to stay silent, conserve his strength and wits, and see just what the hell was going on. Yet as Roen came to this conclusion, Cora would be dismissed and the boss would come to the cage Roen was placed in, looking down at him. Roen could only stare up, his brow furrowing and his jaw set in grim determination.
"No, I don't." Roen would finally say at the end of the things sentence, sounding as if he were chewing on every word before finally spitting it out. "Who the hell are you, what is your research, who am I to help, and what is NGF treatment? What the hell am I doing here?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 2:52 pm
My name is Hellbane Laster. The original Hellbane ANgel, though in your tongue that would loosely translate to... something along the lines of evolution made sentient.
My research is very simple. I seek only to redress the balance which has been upset. The natural order of things. With regards to this, I am researching the unique properties of supernatural genetics on my core project to enable a swifter and more relable way to ensure the ends are met with the minimum of effort and maximum of effect.
Sadly, my most promising of subjects was removed from my previous facility, but the research itself was not lost. I merely wish to finish this project to ensure the natural ecological balance of the planet is restored. For all out sakes.
The NGF treatment allows me to ensure those working with me are able to do so to the best of their ability. It is merely stimulated nerve growth and neural pathways in the living brain. Such as your own.
As you carry some of the genetics I require to finish my research and also the strength of body to stabilise the process, you have been chosen to help complete this noble endeavour.
*Hellbane quite clearly believed in what he was saying. As he spoke, two massive brutes of men approached, accompanied by one of the people who had been present when Roen first arrived*
Sven and these two will take you up to the facility, where we shall see about warming you up for now. The cold here is not conducive to the work we shall begin with, though it will certainly be a factor to test with regards to your personal physiology. May I be the first to welcome you to the Ishiimura Lake facility and thank you for your kind sacrifice in the name of... evolution.
*The brutes easily lifted the cage Roen was in, and headed up the snowy hill, under the sky of ice, towards a low, ominous building at the crest. Only now, off the ground, is it possible to see the lake at the base of the rise, liquid and beautiful despite the apparent ice cavern it is situated are in*
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 10:35 pm
Ghastly charismatic.., the Devil would conclude as two massive men approached during Laster's narrative. In a strange way, Laster reminded Roen of the Matriach; but without breasts. He had a way with words that earned the Devil's respect if nothing else, and if Laster had simply asked for Roen's help, he would have been given it most freely. As it was, though, Roen did not take kindly to being kidnapped -- even if it came with such a suave and debonair being. Laster was a being Roen could submit too, like Roan; but they weren't exactly on a friendly basis at all. To be frank, the Devil would feel absolutely dreadful if he escaped and had to go through this man to do it. An awe inspiring persona on the other side of a conflict-- the worst kind of enemy.
Hefted off of the ground and into the air, Roen would grunt and grumble under his breath, watching Laster for as much as he could, in an obvious attempt to garner more about him. He was fascinated to say the very least, and it was a blasted shame things had to be like this. As the brutes walked, Roen would sigh, watching his surroundings change with his deep set garnet eyes. Snowy hill, a building, a sky of ice. Where the hell were they? Blasted cold. Roen hated the cold. Silent and unto himself, he would heave in a deep breath and sigh, teeth grinding upon their own accord.
The Ishiimura Lake Facility..Ishiimura..Japanese? I hate the east...Seer damned samurai..
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 6:59 am
*As Roen was moved uphill, his last view of Hellbane would be the sentient virus plucking a snowdrop from the ground which had been explosed in the moving of the cage.
For a second, Bane stood there sniffing it, then smiled widely as it withered and turned to dust in his hand.
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As Roen was taken inside, he'd be hit by the warmth of the facility once through its doors. For all it was still cooler than likely Roen preferred, it was a vast improvement to the frigid temperatures outside.
The two brutes never spoke, and the other man barely did more than given them orders about when and where to turn, taking Roen to containment.
The man, Sven, DID become animated once they got closer. Wearing what appeared to be an advanced skin suit-style combat rig, he bore a baton at his waist, a taser clearly visible in a strapped pocket over his chest. It was to the baton his hand fell, caressing it gently, as they passed other cells and rooms where the non-compliant were being... dealt... with.
Any scene of blood or violence seemed to please the man, until the small group sadly came to the end of the journey.
Roen's cage was placed between two pillars of red light, open space before him as the door to his cage was lifted. But, having passed other cells and viscious inmates, Roen woudl like as not have realised by now that the 'bars' of his unseen containment were sensor activated if one got too close and could deliver a stinging blow... or worse. For all it looked like he was being 'let out'... he was merely being asked to transfer from one prison to another.*
If you would be so kind as to move forwards, I will see to it someone brings you food and water before our work begins. Are you an omnivore? Carnivorous? Or herbivore?
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 3:47 pm
Roen kept to himself as he was transported, and once the bars of his cage lifted, he would do well to immediately step forward. Less of a cage with bars and more of a cage with deadly intent, the Devil knew well escape wasn't as easy as it was appearing to be. All he could do was bide his time, and get comfortable in the mean time. Rolling his shoulder blades and pulling at his velvet frock coat, Roen would allow the garment to slip down and onto the ground before he turned his attention to Sven - another lackey. Damn, if there was one thing the Devil hated, it was goons. At least they didn't have Plexiglas helmets to cover their faces. Being asked what he was to eat, Roen found himself hungry as always, yet wasn't all too thrilled about being poisoned if that was their intent.
Mulling it over for a few moments, Roen would purse his lips and furrow his eyebrows while studiously removing the bag of gold coins from his belt, letting it drop to the ground with a jingle. "Humans, good sir. I eat humans. And like any other self-respective sentient, I require that my food be attractive lest it puts my appetite off. Three or four will suffice, roughly my height, with not too much fat. No, I will not have an emancipated human for dinner - I require them to have some sort of meat on their bones." Pausing, the Devil would contemplate for a few moments, then continue. "Dressed, preferably. Scantily or not, it doesn't matter. Make sure they are not under the influence of any drugs, for my feeding requires them to be astute in mind. Oh, and a side salad."
After all that, it was only the salad that Roen was going to eat; but the poor b*****d who asked didn't know that. If they had the ignorance to ask what he ate, and knew he was a Devil, then why not be a monster who ate women? It couldn't be too far fetched, now could it? Truth be told, he needed help, and this was the best way to get it. He would wait, watching for Sven's response.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 4:25 pm
*Sven grinned, than turned and gestured the others away.
Across the way from Roen, a woman was being held in another cage. The devil had just sealed her fate.
Sven was one of Bane's elites. Five in total, they were nominally led by the female Alison, but anyone with two eyes woud note Cora was the real power in the group.
Each Elite had an... issue... as it were. A derangement that had allowed them to get to the top of the heap. Sven's was simple. Sadomasochism of the highest degree, and a penchant for electricity.
The woman looked tired, but aware enough as Sven stood outside her cell.*
This is Dr Natasha Leeds, of the former Ishiimura facility. You will note she is wearing the same labcoat she was wearing then. I assure you its clean. She is a 42D, 32 inside leg, size 14 hips and 12 waist. Not anorexic but not fat either. The whole REASON she is here is because she REFUSED to be put on drugs. Isnt this convenient?
*Beaming like a mad man, Sven opened her cell and stepped inside, grabbing the worn out woman by the throat. She didnt try too hard to fight back, not having registered quite what was going on. And then came the taser to her abdomen. She wouldnt be resisting.
Even if Roen spoke up, Sven was beyond listening now. This was his pleasure. It COULD be said the way his fingers turned to deadly claws to slice into flesh was the worst part. Or prehaps Natasha's screams as she FELT her body being violated. Then again, prehaps the spray of blood, which soon turned to a river of deep black-red, indicating an artery had been severed....
But really, the worst part was the way Sven licked the womans face with every sign of lust, stealing her mouth as she screamed, and clearly getting around as the helpless woman bit his invasive tongue while her body refused to struggle.
The long and the short of it, Roen would find a large chunk of fresh meat deposted in his cell. The thigh, cut off the bone, of the scientist. With her femoral artery severed, she bled out fast, but Sven left her lying there, dead eyes open towards Roen as he walked away*
Enjoy your meal. You'll excuse me not leaving you TOO much... the boss wants you lean for the experiments.
*Of the bag of gold et cetera... no attention was paid.*
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 4:53 pm
Shlop!
Obviously dismayed, Roen could do nothing but watch in internal horror as Natasha was rented open by the blatantly sadistic Sven. The Devil reaped what he sowed, and owned up to the onus of this woman's death. It didn't make him feel any better to note that it was his poor choice of words that led to this person's demise, and if only he had requested that she be alive when brought to him, she might still be standing instead of bleeding out on the ground. DeSeers always attract the sickest of people.. He would lament, stepping forward to grab the bloody piece upon the ground to toss it at Sven.
"I needed her alive, you peon."
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 4:59 pm
That's DRAGONS, devil. Nice try.
*Sven didnt even look back as he walked away, ignoring the wet sound of meat on the floor where Roen threw it.
It would be some hours before anything else happened. The first sign of it for Roen would be the sound of coughing nearby.
Several cells away, people were coughing harshly, burying their faces in their clothes, if they had any, before one by one... they passed out.
At which point he would note a hissing sound just outside his cell. Natasha's dead eyes didnt seem to care about the gas, but for all that breathed, it was like a tickling heat against the back of the throat. Like it was drying out. ENough to make you want to cough in fact....
And with every cough, every breath, the extremities started to numb.... moving towards the core. It would be so very easy just to go to sleep...*
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 5:34 pm
The Darkened Devil was not powerful by any Cainite's standards. He didn't have their strength, their speed, their durability, their powers, or their experience -- all he had to rely on was the warm-blooded body he was stuck in, and the head on his shoulders. He had the mild abilities of an Abyssal Lord, flame and shadow conjuration; but nothing up to the caliber of his late father. Especially with the weight of the Redgrave Curse weighing heavily on his powers while he remained in the Earthly Realm. Despite all of his imperfections, however, Roen was not to be taken lightly. If there was one thing was excelled and was deft at, it was survival. Not of the fittest; but the luckiest.
After hours of activity, Roen was indeed lucky to have kept his wits about him when he heard people start coughing. He was sitting on the floor, already quite used to the smell emanating from Natasha's body when her body lost its control of its bowels, when he smelled the toxins permeating the air. He had his limits; but also his perks. His senses were way above the normality of humanity, and he caught the scent in the wind.
A deep rumble of contemplation emanated from deep within his chest as he felt the tickle in the back of his throat, his nostrils flaring. Not, not good at all. He wasn't familiar with biological agents; but his body was. Roen had been drugged so many god damn times, poisoned, beaten, captured, his body had developed resistance with the help of his limited adaptive and evolution traits innate to his bloodline. Not enough to null the effects of his limbs going numb; but certainly enough to slow them down.
He was being made to pass out, and he would put on the act before the inevitable happened. He faked a few coughs, he covered his mouth with his sleeve, and he slowly leaned back and onto the floor, deep-set garnet eyes shutting. For appearances sake, he was sleeping. Inwardly, the dynamics of his body was fighting and fighting hard.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 1:12 pm
Which ones sir?
Everyone linked to the old facility. I want all of them in the new lab. And get me three of the X-races for comparison.
Any three in particular sir?
No, an... actually... bring the new specimen up. We may as well start now as later.
What designation would you like asigned to him? He hasnt been fully processed yet.
Black VI. Just remember what you are dealing with.
Yes sir.
*Two voices. One male, one female. The male Roen would easily recognise as Hellbane, who then walked away, leaving Alison, Sven and Cora to organise the soldiers with them to bring up the specimens Hellbane wished to see.
Seven humans in total were removed first, followed by Cora and Sven themselves entering a cell beyond Roen's and pulling out what could only be a werewolf and removing it to the elevator heading up. Two soldiers then took a smaller creature upstairs, its alien elfin features and bony projections inhuman, skin looking liek ti was coated with a thin layer of oil, catching the light. A changeling.
This left Alison and three soldiers to open Roen's cell and approached the downed devil with the intent of taking him too upstairs. If any of them had an inkling he may not be out cold, they didnt show it.*
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