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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 10:17 pm
Kita remained silent and stoic as they walked through the shed. She rarely put up an active resistance to walking. All her violent tendencies came later, once they were being treated like lab rats. Except that lab rats occasionally had some space to breathe.
Speaking of space to breathe...
There was a slight gap in the line of guards, Kita noticed. One of them was missing. With a cold, knowing anger slowly rising in her, she searched out the face of the one she'd threatened before. He was nowhere to be seen. Either they had taken him aside to get a statement from him, or else they were going to move him somewhere else. Somewhere she couldn't get at him. Somewhere she couldn't influence him. Because oh, yes, she'd seen the look. She knew what he'd been thinking under the disgust and the fear. He wasn't blind, and she knew she was quite striking.
Refusing to acknowledge the quiet fury that this realization brought, she turned her attention to the researchers. It looked like a simple sparring session. But a simple sparring session wouldn't have necessitated starving them this morning. There was going to be more to this. She just knew it.
Pushing back her long, wet black hair, she examined each researcher attentively. There was no sign of anything but the usual coldness. Nothing but a sparring session, or so it would look. But Kita knew better, and the cold fist of dread clenched so viciously she was almost sure she was going to faint for a moment or two. If they'd planned every detail, they wouldn't have found a better way to put Kita through the mental and emotional wringer. She could handle anything they threw at her, but not knowing what was coming was the one thing that terrified her beyond all else.
Because this could be the time they would maim and hurt and cripple her. This could be the time they put paid to her dreams of revenge, which were the only things keeping her alive. She needed those dreams. Without them, she would simply curl up and die.
Her eyes roamed over the researchers, looking for a hint, any possible clue as to what they intended to do. There had to be something. But she saw nothing.
Nothing.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 10:46 pm
((EDIT: Small additions because I felt it was rather weak.))
As the majority of the Axoms bade their time beneath the pavilion, Eriko Fuminaga-- the nameless Angel-- sat in the rain, wings poised around her comparatively slim frame. As a matter of fact, she was almost too small. The Japanese-turned-English often imagined that it was only her dedication to various athletics that built her form to fit the "survival quota."
While the game of Feathers and Stones came to a head, she sat cross-legged in the mud, head bowed slightly, fingers interlocked, and thumbs pressed together. Despite the difficulties water created for her wings, the Japanese girl absolutely loved the rain, the steady beating against her skin. The wings, already aching from previous testing, now were numbed by the pattering droplets. The numbness aided the Taoist's focus in meditation. She had entered a serene trance, the inner circles of her mind opening up. Within this cloister she found asylum and began to search out the solution to one problem which had been pestering her as of late: how to behave when forced into a skirmish. It was a frequent problem, and one she had yet to find an appropriate answer to. Now, just as she began her search, the trance was disrupted by the call to line up. Eriko was not one for anger, but disturbing her whilst in a trance was certainly one of the quickest ways to rile the stoic.
Without a sound and only a visibly deep breath, Eriko rose to her feet with a naturally acquired grace, and stepped under the pavilion's protection. She stopped for a moment to flex her wings, eyes closed. When the rain stopped, the dull aching returned. The pain that accompanied her stretch was a genuinely wonderful feeling to her at that moment, wonderful in that there was still much more they could endure before Fuminaga felt it was too much.
Once in line, she was at the very back. The procedure was routine, and during that time the "nameless" Japanese took time to transition her state of mind peacefully from its earlier trance to that of preparation for the pain that would soon assault her senses. Entering the sterile facility, Eriko noted rather absent-mindedly to herself how annoying it was that one couldn't assert total control over the body's functions. In particular, she was annoyed with the fact that her breasts firmed and nipples became erect, and became quite obvious beneath her clothing. But with time comes understanding, and with understanding comes the knowledge to manipulate. And manipulate her body, she would. For now, though, that job rested almost solely within the hands and minds of the Russian physicians who now surrounded her and her fellow Axoms.
A gymnasium. It meant there was going to be pain, and then even more pain. Emotional pain. Mental pain. Pain dealt out by Axoms to Axoms. It was one of the few things that kept these tortured Angels from destroying their captors. Forced to fight one another, others undoubtedly gained dislike and hatred for one another. It sowed seeds of separation and an unwillingness in certain people to cooperate with those that should be their allies. Eriko was quite content with the fact that she had yet to hate any of the Winged Children.
Yes, they were all still children, she could see. None of them were even into their twenties. She sighed, and folded her arms over her chest. This was done partly to hide her visibly perky feminine parts and partly in a futile attempt to find warmth. Of course, it would be found soon with physical exertion. And if it wasn't, Eriko would remain numb, and that was okay. It was better than suffering. Still, she would suffer. Her wings were soaked and essentially unusable in their current condition. Testing them, she flapped a few times. Water shook all about the place and afterward they definitely felt lighter. Not much, but it was a start.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 10:53 pm
 ((Awesome and thanks I guess. I really like Silent's character though, she's extremely interesting. Also: I've been ninja'd.))
Isabella followed the flow of traffic, bumping into another Axom for a moment but receiving no response from them. It was like the other Axom around her were nothing but moving zombies, vessels for something totally out of their control. Then again, that's exactly what they were, now weren't they?
Walking out from under the pavilion, Isabella gave a rather noticeable sigh. Rain. What a lovely feature of mother nature, truly a god send. It was rain that washed the old, the dark, the dirt away from those who decided to bask in it's liquids, to taste it's purity. With arms wide open, Isabella marched without paying much attention and fell back from the group of others. Her head was tilted up to the sky, letting her entire body become drenched in this magical cleanser. She couldn't have cared less about those wretched wings breaking skin from her spine, and they soon began to feel heavy. But she paid no mind to them, not for the moment anyway.
Her feet carried her involuntarily, like breathing she was simply doing it. Eventually, she noticed the shed in which she would have to walk into, and she stopped. A puzzled look came from the guards that marched behind her, their guns held at the ready, watching her. The rain kept pouring onto her face, her skin, her hair, and she closed her eyes, not wanting to lose this moment. Breathing in, she swore she could have smelled the salty ocean air off in the distance.
A 'click'ing sound sliced through her daydream, her fantasy. The smile on Isabella's face slowly faded, turning upside down and into a frown. With one quick movement, her arms had fallen to her side, her head snapped towards the guards, and her amber eyes narrowed, glaring at them- daring them.
Silence swept the yard for a moment and an invisible battle began between Isabella and the guards. A staring contest of sorts. Eventually, there was another clicking sound, and Isabella sighed. She would not win this fight. Again.
Turning her head so that she faced the shed again, Isabella breathed in deep one more time, memorized the feeling of the rain falling on her, and began walking again, the drumming sound of the rain now above her as it hit the harsh and cold metal of the structure around her. Caged again.
Oh well. Not paying attention to the metal staircase before her, Isabella almost tripped on her way down. The other Axom were now well ahead of her. When she emerged through the double doors, she gave another sigh, this time from relief. Only a sparring session for the day. Lovely. She was actually in the mood to shove her foot up someone's a**. How ironic.
But still, something didn't seem right. She showed this by her look of curiosity as her eyes scanned the sparring area. For some reason, something just seemed, different. The thought made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Or maybe it was the coolness of the room having an effect on her soaking body, her strands of black hair matted messily along her neck and eyes. What an idiot.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 4:50 pm
 ((I love her as well.
By whom were you ninja'd?))
A silence descended over the assembled, as the team of scientists assessed their experiments. Sera shifted her weight nervously and waited for them to just do something. The air wasn't right.
One of the researchers cleared his throat and stepped forward. A big, bulky man with long fingers, whom Sera recognized as the team leader. She hated him with a passion. The Russian tapped his clipboard with a pen and spoke.
"Good morning ahnd velcome back," at this he smiled sarcastically, "to ze facility. Today, ve are going to test ah new technology on you all. Our developmant involves a collar zat ve vill bind around your necks and sevaral pins in your muscles. Zis collar and ze pins should enhance your strength and, in case of inzury, block pain." He gestured, and two people brought forward some boxes. Sera caught the glint of metal inside.
"Now, ve know zere ah behavioural side effects. Today, ve vill test the product an see ze severity of ze effects."
Sera was getting increasingly irritated at his thick inflection, and the words themselves were no help. This made her skin prickle; beta phase weapons of war were tested by them all the time, but never ones this unusual.
Something was changing. The general atmosphere over the past month or so had been different than normal. More guards, an increase in activity beyond the village, and most of all, what seemed to Sera like a sharpening of her existence. A week ago, she'd punched the wall of her own little hut and it had splintered.
Nailbiter got a better view into the boxes as she was pushed to one side, along with a few other Axoms. They were to be split into small groups, a few for each researcher to work with. The contents of the package made her stomach twist. 'Pins' was not a fitting term for these things. Needles, really; long and silver with bulges at the tops where the chemicals, electronics, or whatever were hidden. She couldn't bear to imagine those things speared through her.
But so they were. The scientist for her assortment of people had her own crate of equipment, and before Sera had time to react, her arm was being firmly held while a guard's gun was pressed to her throat to keep her still. Knowing the weapon was primed, she swallowed and shut her eyes. Her left arm was free, and in desperation she lashed out with it and caught the guard across the nose. he swore, his gun dislodged, and Sera scrambled away in a tangle of her own six limbs.
She didn't think for a moment she could escape. The sight of those pins had just made her brain to a backflip in her skull. Really, she wasn't thinking at all. So it wasn't a big change when some person bashed the back of her head with the butt of his gun and effectively stunned her. She fell to her knees and was surrounded by unhappy Russians.
"Ve need bettar restraints on zese tings," one grumbled, sitting on one leg while his fellow took the other. Sera's own speaking ability had fled along with the power to move, so the ruffled scientist had little difficulty in administering the pins.
Sera felt a horribly excruciating pain in her elbow, but couldn't do anything about it. Someone behind her put a heavy object around her neck and snapped it shut.
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 6:08 pm
((OOC: Now that I reread this, I think it might be too much. Oh well. Someone tell me if it is.))
Kita's eyes had gone darker when the man stepped forward. Her instincts had not been off after all. They were going to hurt her, her and the others. The collar didn't sound so bad. But pins. Pins meant needles - Kita wasn't stupid. Needles meant being stuck. Kita was bloody sick of being stuck, and she wasn't about to let this go by without a fight. If only there was a weapon - something she could get her hands on to fight back with.
When she was separated into her group, her eye actually fell on the needles and she stiffened. Although her expression never wavered, she could actually feel the slow, feral smile that would have crossed her lips had it not been imperative to hide her emotions. She wanted a weapon? There it was. Right in front of her. And they wanted to put those in, so they'd be bringing them right to her. Could they have made it any easier?
Like taking candy from a babe.
The scientist assigned to Kita and her group kept shooting her little glances. Nervous glances, Kita realized. Her reputation was spreading faster than she'd thought. That wasn't good. She didn't have her quota quite up. But any child knew it was better to swim with the tide than against it. She didn't want those needles in her body, and if that meant sacrificing a few less black-suits, well, life was imperfect that way.
The guard who, she assumed, was supposed to hold her at gunpoint began to step forward. She'd known they'd do her first - get the worst out of the way. It was what she would have done in their place. But it gave her the predictability of his motion that she needed to move. They would expect her to jump back, or try to pull away as she'd seen the one called 'Nailbiter' do. And while Kita applauded her effort, she knew there were easier ways.
She leaped - not for the scientist, who actually jerked back, but for the box. Slipping her hand in, she yanked out a handful of the pins by the grotesque bulb at the top. Most vanished into the flat grey slacks she wore before anyone could realize how many she had taken - they were for later, after. When the guard went after her, gun forgotten in the heat of the moment, she spun to meet him and stabbed him viciously with one of her stolen pins. Not pausing to see the effect, she turned on the scientist with the other pin in hand.
A crack of gunfire stopped her, as she felt the burning pain spread through her. One of the other guards had been quicker with his gun. He hadn't shot to kill, though, and that had been a crucial mistake. With the last of her fading strength, she whipped the sharp end of the pin at the scientist. "Aye, see how you like it," she rasped, the music of Ireland still audible in her voice. Then the blood loss caught up to her and she sank to the ground, unconscious.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:17 pm
((By Blackbird lol. I made my post in another window and when I posted he had already done so. Oh well.
Too much? Psh. I say we kill them all lol. Kidding, of course.))
Isabella was already fired up as it was, upset that she had to be taken out of the rain so rudely. Was it so much to ask to be left alone for a moment?
Apparently so.
Water still dripped from her body, her face mostly, and she'd be damned to wipe herself dry. Maybe, if she kept herself wet, she'd be unable to fly. Then again, the guards wouldn't want that, now would they? Again, she was swept from her thoughts as she stood with the other Axom in the gymnasium and one of the lead scientists began to explain the days plans.
So this is what all the buzz was about? The strengthening of the Axom. Increase in security and edgy attitudes from the guards were now understandable. Everything seemed to click together, like a misconstrued puzzle.
And so now, they wanted to turn these caged eagles into dogs. An upgrade in power in exchange for pride. Hard to believe but it was true and the sad part was that Isabella had no choice. Oh yes, she would take this 'upgrade' and she would 'test' its side effects. Not so easily of course, but she would do it.
It was not that she was becoming a victim, a slave, to these Russians -oh god no. She was simply going to better herself, so that she could one day the role would change. One day, she would be the master.
Worst case scenario, she'd go insane from the chemical change of her behavior or she would be labeled 'useless'. Which was fine by her either way. Insanity brought a slight chance of happiness, like with Hellspawn and how much she smiled when she was lost in her thoughts. Being labeled useless would ensure her being rid of this damn contraption that hung loosely on her back while pulling tightly at her skin. It would bring death.
Which would not be bad either. Better than losing all hope inside and surrendering yourself, admitting that you cannot be strong and instead take the easy way out. No. Isabella was not a quitter. She would take this medicine, because she needed it. It would hurt, it would change her... but it would make her stronger.
Separated into the same group as Nailbiter, Isabella watched as Hellspawn went down with a gunshot wound. Down but not out. Isabella's eyes shut when she heard the shot, afraid that the other Axom would have been shot dead. But upon opening her eyes, she found that the other woman was still able to hold her consciousness for another moment or so. Such strength, such bravery.
Another scene developed, this time much closer to her as Nailbiter began to resist the guards, able to escape their clutches for only a moment before she was struck with the butt of a gun to the head. She appeared to be dazed and with no hesitation, the researchers clamped on her collar.
The collar. It was now Isabella's turn and two guards moved in on her from both sides, one with their gun at the ready. The other held his hands out, ready to hold on to her. No doubt there was backup close by. As the researched moved in front of her with the metal collar, Isabella gave a shiver, her wet strands of hair not helping much and now covered her face. She felt hands grab her arms, pinning them down to her side as a guard stood behind her, holding her tightly. A little too close for her comfort.
The other guard had the point of his gun aimed at her side, staring her down with cold eyes. At first, Isabella began to resist, struggling with the guard, but then realized that she might get loose. She didn't want to escape. No. She was only resisting because her body knew that pain was to come, an involuntary action. Taking a deep breath, Isabella used her own strength, the strength in her mind, to calm herself down, to take control. Fighting only slightly now like a child in their car seat, Isabella lifted her chin up, as if trying to move away from the collar, but it was useless.
Instantly the collar made contact with her and there was stinging pain that erupted from her neck, causing a mad twitch to over take her body and she was released from the guard's grip. She gave out a yelp, sharp and filled with hurt, but that was all she would allow herself to let escape her mouth. She wouldn't give these men the satisfaction of knowing how badly she wanted to just lay down and cry.
Falling to her knees from the pain, Isabella fought back tears as she stared at the ground, her hands before her and her wings falling heavy against her back, covering her. She didn't know which pain was worse at the moment, the pain from the collar or the pain for having moved her wings so quickly. Biting her bottom lip, Isabella began to take control of her fast and hard breathing before looking up with amber colored eyes to the researcher.
"One dhay, yhou will all burrn~" her words, filled with ice and venom, were cut short as a guard kicked Isabella hard in her face. She fell to the ground instantly but felt no pain. A booted kick to her fragile face did not hurt as much as the stinging around her neck. Shaking her head to pull herself back together, Isabella felt warm blood from a cut under her eye fall down her face, like a tear, and she stabbed daggers at the guard who had kicked her. A moment later, the same two guards had moved to pick her up by her arms and tossed her onto one of the mats on the floor.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 10:28 pm
Collars with needles. It was even worse than Eriko could have anticipated. Still, there would be no point in fighting them. It was unfeasible that any of the Winged Ones would be able to claim their freedom here and now. Nor would they be capable of escaping the collar's grasp and the needle's stab. Resistance was futile, and as this thought made its way through Eriko's mind, she watched several of her fellow Angels prove her point: Sera lashed out to no effect. Kita drew the syringes and turned them on her captives only to have them put a bullet in her. Isabella also fell to a similar fate. At least she tried.
The Japanese girl knew she would set a perfect example with her reception of the new device. It would probably garner disdain from the other Winged Ones and diminish the doctors' focus on her, but neither of these were important to this Angel. What was important was being akin to water. The others wouldn't understand, but this idea was firmly planted in Eriko's mind. After she was moved to her own small group, Eriko didn't wait for them to come to her. When she walked right up to the "doctor" and security officers, she could see they were uneasy about her. After all, three others had already attempted to rebel. This made no difference to young Fuminaga though. She sat cross-legged at the doctor's feet, folded back her wings, and craned her neck forward slightly: it would have been perfect submission if Eriko had truly felt defeated. Instead, she felt ready to embrace the future, ready to be the best damned survivor of them all.
In a few quick moments the collar had latched around her neck. She cringed, but otherwise remained motionless. Her eyes were closed, but Eriko knew what was coming next: those great big pins. Again, with each pin the Japanese Angel flinched, and eventually a few small tears formed, but she remained silent. The sheer force of will it required to do such a thing was... outstanding, but Eriko Fuminaga was determined.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 8:35 pm
((Now, as for the effect of the needles, I want you all to interpret it however you want to. Variety being the spice of life and all.))
Pain, the delicate sort, laced through her body. The needles were being slid under her skin and into the muscle fiber itself, undoing its own damage even as the metal disappeared except for the round part at the top. The collar was snapped on quickly and pins placed in their places at each major joint, including one very excruciating one right at the base of her neck. It was for the shoulder and wing muscles, not touching the spinal chord. She fully came back to her senses on that last one, and gasped at the sudden agony.
Protest in the mode of taking such tortures wasn't a thing Sera would think of doing. In fact, protest at all seemed highly illogical and dangerous. She'd participate in a riot, but never start one. She'd survived pretty well so far by this tactic, and planned to stick with it until the proper oppourtunity to escape presented itself. Taking action meant having a good plan, and knowing that plan better than your own first name.
With the administration of the final pin, some sort of switch was flipped in the entire apparatus, and suddenly all the guards felt they didn't need to sit on her anymore. The three men resting on her legs and wings got up to go and tie down other Axoms for the experiment, leaving her lying facedown on the vinyl mat. She didn't have the drive to move. Sera did, though, accomplish rolling over and sitting up. There was some infernal roadblock keeping her form standing or doing anything besides blink and breathe. She likened it to one certain party where she'd smoked a joint of acid. Everything had a bit of a fragmented, colorful halo to it, and her hearing was fuzzy. The lancing pains in her arms and legs caused by the needles were fading, to be replaced by the tingly feeling you get when an extremity falls asleep.
Sera was waging a mental battle against the oppressive force of whatever was juicing her. The mind had lost control of the body, its privileges stripped from it because it'd tried to break the rules. Her thoughts were locked in her skull until someone else said otherwise.
Her eyes were dull and she looked for all the world like a drunk. Through those eyes, she saw a purplish-blue mosaic Izzy, brackish-green Hellspawn, and clear aquamarine Eriko, among others so varied it was as if every rainbow and his cousin was having a get-together. It made her dizzy, while at the same time adding a weird clarity. Her fingers moved to the skin of her leg and she pinched herself as hard as she could, but didn't feel anything.
"This sucks, I'm on freaking LSD!"
That being one of the cleaner thoughts circling in her head. Maybe, once they got to fighting, her head would clear. Or maybe not. Probably not, actually. They'd just stick a knife in her hand, slap her on the butt, and tell her to get stabby. Who knew?
A researcher came over, lifted each of Sera's eyelids, and shone a flashlight into them.
"Eyes fully dilated, no response zto phyzical contact. Good to go."
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 8:41 pm
One of the guards was barking in Russian, presumably at his companions, and gesturing angrily at Kita. The guard she had stabbed with the pin was wavering on his feet, dead white and shaky - looking, in fact, remarkably similar to those Axoms already treated. The scientist had already fallen to his knees. Kita remained sprawled out, looking very pale. She'd lost a good deal of blood from the shot. Oddly, she also looked almost peaceful for the first time since she'd come here.
The guard who had been shouting eventually threw up his hands in disgust. Two of the others went to take the injured guard and scientist out of the room, while the other two Axoms who had been with Kita were herded to other small groups. Hellspawn herself lay silent and still, by now as pale as her naturally olive complexion would allow. The big guard - apparently the leader of this crew - glanced around at the few remaining companions left to this group. None of them would meet his eyes.
He muttered something that sounded remarkably like a curse, picked Hellspawn up easily - she was a tall girl, but not particularly heavy - and flung her over his shoulder. Nodding at one of the others, he indicated that the other guard should take what was left of the pins, as well as Hellspawn's collar, and follow him. The two left the room, probably to take Kita up to the crude treatment centre. The woman was either insane or closing in on it fast, true, but she had picked up fighting skills well and certainly wasn't useless. That amorality would serve a soldier well, if she could be trained to be loyal to the Russians.
As they went up the stairs, Kita did not stir. Inwardly, however, she was smiling, that coldly calculated smile that held no actual good humour. They were taking her out of the labs, just as she'd thought they would. The gunshot had been a good idea. Who would expect her to try anything while she was laid up with an injury of this sort? Surely they thought they had her cowed now. Even if they didn't - and if they were smart, they wouldn't - they still thought she was out. It meant she would have to submit to the collar and pins, which was annoying, but it also meant that she was finally going to have that opening...
In the midst of her planning, her body shuddered once and she slowly drifted into darkness again. She was so tired. Surely a brief rest couldn't hurt. Her plans were all laid out, after all. Surely she could sleep now.
And the dark claimed her gently once again.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 9:19 pm
((Crappy post, I know. I'll make up for it next time.))
Isabella lay face down on the matt, unaware now of the pins sticking her in her neck. Her whole body had fallen numb, as if the pins -or rather needles- had injected her with some kind of drug.
Some wonderful drug that had suddenly made her pain go away. Her new bestfriend.
Suddenly, her head felt very heavy and strands of her black hair covered her face once again as she attempted to turn over on her back but failed. It was as if she was falling asleep, her mind slipping from her body on some invisible cloud that was taking her away from everything.
It felt like dying.
So is this what it felt like; death? A shift from body to mind as everything slowly faded in and out of focus and no pain could be felt. The feeling was, pleasurable. Better than the normal feelings of pain and hurt anyway.
There was a bright light in her eyes, a doctor checking her eyes for conciousness for she was laying perfectly still. The light. Was she supposed to go into the light? It sounded like a good idea, and so, she went.
The next thing she knew, she was back in control, realizing that the Russian was close to her face. Too close.
He muttered something to another doctor who began jotting notes down on a clip board. The doctor was holding up Isabella's head by her hair. Finally figuring this out -for she was slowly coming out of her daze- Isabella suddenly grew angry. Very, angry.
"No me toques... Do nhot touch me..." She bared her teeth slowly, a sudden urge to bite the doctor's hand rising from the back of her head.
Smiling, the doctor dropped Isabella's head back onto the floor matt and she gave an angry sound from her throat, rubbing her forehead against the matt, as if it would make everything better. But she just remained angry. The doctor began muttering something else, something she could not understand, but felt her self suddenly be kicked in her side.
And though she did not feel the pain, she became even more enraged. It was as if, instead of pain, her anger is all she felt. The doctors above her gave evil smiles, they knew what they were doing. Slowly rising from her spot, Isabella made to stand up, before being slapped across her face. Again, it did not hurt, but the force still caused her head to snap to the left. Looking back to the doctors, Isabella glared wild amber eyes at them, flipping her hair from her face so she could see them better. That's when one of the doctors pointed his finger past her shoulder, and gave one hard voiced command.
"Attack."
Not fully understanding what the doctor meant, Isabella turned her head around to see Nailbiter laying on the floor before her on a seperate matt. Her eyes grew wide, no longer angry at the doctor. Turning her whole body around, Isabella felt her wings spread wide, sharply, to shake off any left over water particles. It was as if her body were acting on its own.
Trying to comprehend this, Isabella was broken from her thoughts, overcome by her rage once again as her body told her to direct her anger towards her fellow Axom. Slowly, she began walking towards Nailbiter, not sure yet what to do to her.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 9:47 pm
With the great pins finally buried deep at each major joint, Eriko shivered. The tears were stopping, the pain was subsiding, and the Japanese girl's expression was returning to its state of pure calm. It was short-lived, however.
The drugs were seeping into her system, and the Winged One was avidly aware that she was losing control of her body, one limb at a time. She took a deep breath and began the process of fighting it with all her willpower. It was a long and arduous fight, but Eriko knew she would lose from the beginning. There was only so much the mind could do against something as pervasive this.
In just a few minutes she had lost the ability to manipulate her own limbs. Her neck and wing muscles were the last bit to go. Her head lolled forward. In this state, she couldn't see the doctor's smile, but the Angel could have sworn she felt him staring, admiring his "work."
After a few brief moments of silence, Eriko unwillingly rose to her feet. There was no sensation in it at all: no cold mat beneath her feet, no chilly breeze against her wet skin, no ache in her wings. A few slow steps brought the Doctor point blank with Fuminaga, and he tilted his head forward to whisper in her ear, "Strike them with surprise and full force." His English is astonishingly strong, Eriko thought to herself before turning to see Izzy and Sera beginning combat.
Now she understood what he meant, and now she couldn't suppress the thoughts of violence that begin to fill her mind, destroying her peace. The hostile takeover of her mind brought only more anger and frustration to fuel the evil ideas quickly polluting her brain. In her mind she felt it build, and when it attained its apex, Eriko launched herself straight up. She ceased her ascent a mere three feet from the ceiling and began a sharp dive, wings folded and legs aimed to crush Izzy or Sera beneath her. The decision would be made in the following seconds as one or the other would reveal themselves to be the more vulnerable.
Every second, though, she was in the midst of an inner turmoil, trying her absolute hardest to defeat the controlling substance that was destroying her balance and serenity. I will be the sole master of my body, and there is nothing any of you can do about it! she shouted voicelessly in her head.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 2:33 pm
((Not bad, though!
This is a little rough-and-tumble, but I'm in a hurry.))
Sera sat up, feeling as if a string was a attached to her forehead and was pulling her forward. Somebody, a researcher, pinched and twisted a spot of skin on her arm. No pain flared at the spot, and when she turned to look at the person, her nostrils flared indignantly. The response was a sharp tug of her dark brown hair. Sera made a quick grab for the soft purple scientist, but the woman ducked knowingly out of the way and gestured out behind her.
"Get up and fight, b***h," the woman said, adding the derogatory term as if, in her altered state, Sera still cared about name-calling.
She dully and not entirely comprehensively looked around at the people; Axoms also sitting silently, scientists looking happy and guards not so much. Then, she noticed Izzy. The girl wasn't sitting, in fact, she was coming toward Sera with malicious intent.
Her head tilted to the side and her brows furrowed. What right did she have to be standing? The little junge. Sera's hand curled in a fast as she watched and her annoyance grew into anger. What could Izzy do to her, anyway? She was a scrawny kid.
With a heat building up in her chest, Sera drew her feet under her and rose, wings flaring out primordially. In the process, she noticed that her own body glimmered a soft silver.
Here was a troublemaker, somebody to be put in her place.
These thoughts were more like directory commands, as a computer would process things. The conscious soul was not there; Sera the human had fled with free will. And bright blue Izzy advanced, every one of her features magnified and shattered brilliantly. Nailbiter hated the color blue.
Unlike Izzy, Sera knew exactly what she was going to do. It outlined itself clearly in her brain, and the body responded accordingly.
She took a few steps forward until not two feet from Izzy, and before the other Axom had time to move, she'd turned herself sideways and one arm was forward, bent so that the elbow made a point.
Her intent was to drive her elbow, hard and fast, into Izzy's ribcage. But a whoosh of air and the unforgettable sound of flapping alerted her seconds soon enough to save the Spaniard. Sera's eyes shot up, to see light turquoise Eriko making a dive for the two of them.
She did something both the soul and the body agreed upon; jumping backwards and out of the target zone. Her legs bent, and she sprang upward, wings giving a few difficult strokes before she caught lift. Quickly, as Eriko was coming down fast, Sera circled to gain speed and then shot forward, head bowed, to hit the other Axom full-on in midair.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 10:07 pm
Everything happened so quickly. One moment, Isabella was preparing to either dodge or block an attack from Nailbiter. The next, Nailbiter was airborne, attempting to strike the asian angel with no name mid-air.
It made Isabella, angry.
How dare this other angel come in and try to attack her? And what was worse, she was now getting a clear shot at her assigned target.
This would not do.
Her wings snapped out to unfold themselves, and were now completly dry from before. Her wings were something alittle more engineered than the others -aside from Hellspawns of course. The researchers had designed Isabella's wings to be as white as possible, for one purpose; a reflection of light.
The tried to use her wings as not only a physical improvment, but also as a weapon. In short, if she angled her wings the right way in the right amount of light, Isabella could cause a blindning reflection of light, as she was attempting to do at the moment. Whether she could confuse the asian angel or Nailbiter, shereally didn't care. Getting to her target would also include removing Eriko.
Why am I doing this?
A sudden thought slipped into her mind, but was then forced back again. It was as if she were watching the entire scene from the inside of her mind, unable to control her body. It was a terrible thing to do, to have to sit and watch as her body did things without her consent. It was bad enough the Axom had to fight eachother, but now it seemed that neither could show the others compassion like in before battles. This time, someone could die.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 4:16 pm
It was now blatantly obvious who Eriko must target. Her wings opened wide, slowing her dive so that she could flip over, headfirst. Legs straight and wings folded around her body, the Japanese girl was now flying like a bullet in an attempt to evade Sera and land her assault on Isabella. In the back of her mind, though, many things were being sorted and the Japanese was still struggling mightily to reclaim control of her body.
The easiest way to describe the combat of will is to say that she produced thoughts that were counterproductive to the goals of the inhibitor and controller coursing through her veins.
Eriko bade her wings to open and brake her swift assault. She demanded her legs fold up against her chest. She screamed for peace, for stoicism, and for inaction.
The Asian Winged One could feel her muscles quaking from her efforts, and she knew that she could overcome this if she continued her resistance. It wouldn't be long-- perhaps a few minutes-- before this intrusion upon her mental faculties was overwhelmed. Even if it was temporary, Eriko would still be satisfied. No matter how long it took, she would work up the ability to retake control permanently and show these people what true strength was-- for it did not originate in a creature's muscles, but in a person's power of will. And in that regard, Eriko Fuminaga could be considered a juggernaut.
All the while this battle raged, the Japanese girl came nearer and nearer to striking her opponent, and for a moment she hesitated in her mental war. For all her great inner ability, Eriko was deeply saddened by this turn of events. She never wished pain upon any of the Winged Ones-- never had and never would.
In past conflict, she had always been a very stoic combatant, doing her best to neutralize or wear out her sparring partner while causing the least amount of harm. It rarely went well for her, but that was a price she was always willing to pay. Now that things had gone beyond her control, Eriko would be required to make recompense for any harm dealt by her own hand. She would be required to make amends because the Taoist would never allow herself to continue walking the Earth (or flying above it for that matter) without righting the wrongs that had been wrought by her body, regardless of who held control.
Returning to the present, by a flash of brilliant light, Eriko realized Isabella was trying to blind her with the reflection of light from her wings. She breathed deep and closed her eyes, counting to five in her head. On five she reopened her wings, outstretched her legs, and resumed her initial plot to land upon her target, now only a yard from striking.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 7:19 am
((Quick little question, Blackbird. Does Eriko know what Sera is doing?))
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