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 Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 6:56 pm
 Cursed Wave//000 ++++(Type) RP++++(Specifics) During her stay at HavenShe sat alone in a pure white room.
A room that was empty and devoid of any items and anything she could touch. They had cameras on her 24/7 that kept track of any movement and any sound she made, but the cameras were kept up high on the walls and covered in a protective bubble so she couldn't reach them.
She sat alone in a pure white room.
A room where they had, days, weeks, years ago forced her to shun her item for an experiment. An experiment of how long a Meta could go without an item.
She sat alone in a pure white room.
Alone, cold, with only memories for grieving and comfort. Her once-green skin now pale and near as white as the walls were.
She sat alone in a pure white room with tears streaming down her face.
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 7:04 pm
Skeith//001 ++++(Type) Entry++++(Specifics) A couple hours after she got saved.The Terror of Death no longer looms over me. It's long, lithe figure with the marking of an eye emblazoned on it's chest as it comes to drown all that stands in it's way. The Terror of Death no longer stands in my way, as I have been freed from the shackles that bound me to that wretched place. I am no longer in the cold white room where I had been kept for countless years, years where I replayed the most recent memories on a constant loop, sending me into fits of unknown anxiety and panic.
I am no longer shackled and bound to a place that I was coerced into "helping" for the "greater good". I am no longer bound to follow their rules.
I am no longer bound by them. I am free - enough - for now.
I have a purpose now, a favor or two to repay, and a lifetime of catching up to do. My life is finally waiting for me - but is it waiting for me with open arms?
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 7:16 pm
Innis//002 ++++(Type) Entry++++(Specifics) A day after Fabricated RealityBetrayed, a flawed image, a Mirage of deceit.
I can no longer tell what I am anymore - a Still Life like the one named Cordelia they speak of - or a Ghost. I remember, vaguely, being of the Ghost ones of our race, but I can no longer tell if I am in need of food, sleep, or any other sustenance that others need.
I need to test this line of thought.
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 7:48 pm
Magus//003 ++++(Type) Entry++++(Specifics) Before Design ChoicesIn this new life of mine, I realized that I can propagate my hobbies yet again. I can bring plants into this base, I can work on hydroponics and expanding both indoor and hydroponic gardening. I can work with Kate on making her an herb garden wall for her kitchen by using these advances in Hydroponics and the like. I can start to get a hold of my life once more. I just need to.... I just need to move forward, not backwards.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 3:06 pm
Fidchell//004 ++++(Type) Entry++++(Specifics) 2 Days Before CyberbirdThey forget how much information is easily available on the networks, all interlinked and entwined like a spiders silken web. I can, with minimal effort, look through phone databases of the companies that host the cellphone records and find people through them. I found the phone account of one Zephyr Kardos - originally named Zephyr Enid - and has acquisition of another phone line added to his own. It's.... interesting.
This man has so much information on him on the network - from petty thieving to high-scale Assassination - and for what? A couple of gold to line his pockets as he just attempts to survive in the hellish world that we as a race try to inhabit? I wonder what all this man knows, what he has seen.
Maybe some day I will meet him and delve into his knowledge banks...
but first, I must find out who owns this phone that he has added to his account.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 3:21 pm
Gorre//005 ++++(Type) Entry++++(Specifics) Just before CyberbirdI have looked further into who holds the second phone on Zephyr Kardos' account. She is cute, whoever she is. I think I will try talking to her...
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 3:23 pm
Macha//006 ++++(Type) Entry++++(Specifics) Just after CyberbirdHer name is Melody and she likes Classical music.
I might be in what they call Love.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 3:27 pm
Tarvos//007 ++++(Type) Entry++++(Specifics) During Against the SunI have been able to stretch my metaphorical legs, as I have been helping the one known as Moira Jessue hunt down the shark known as Arno. Moira clearly loves this man, and it shows in her dedication and determination to get him back - even when she has her husband (Vic Jessue) sitting behind us here in the lab.
I am excited to be able to test my powers, the powers I have yet to fully understand myself.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 3:30 pm
Corbenik//008 ++++(Type) Entry++++(Specifics) Just after BewareI... I don't know how to tell him. I don't know..how to let him know that the girl that he loves so dearly, the girl he calls his daughter, has been horribly experimented on. The experiments were awful. I saw them with my own two eyes before they ripped out my item... I-... I am so sorry, Sir. I don't...I don't know if I could tell you what they did to her.
It was horrible.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 3:32 pm
Cubia//009 ++++(Type) RP++++(Specifics) After Moira comes back from her elder questTEXT GOES HERE
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 3:35 pm
Reembody//010 ++++(Type) Entry++++(Specifics) About a week after priorOnly one here can share my pain, pain that is indescribable to those who have not undergone the same ordeal. It's a pain that I deal with every day, a pain that still makes me flinch when Boss catches me unawares and is a little too close for comfort. A pain that makes me avoid the hallways that I can hear Arno and Vic in.
I wish to talk to them, to interact with them, but this pain won't go away. I wish I could talk to the one who shares the pain, but I don't...know if I can do that.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 3:43 pm
Night Cruise//011 ++++(Type) RP++++(Specifics) Same time as Just GoldClick. click. click. Whirrr... click. click. click...
Click. click. click. Snkt. Pssshhh....
The watering system for the plants in her ever growing wall-garden clicked to life after taking it's readings, giving the plants the required amount of water to feed them. Anastasia herself was quietly hooked up to the DNI that was threaded through her make-shift bedframe. Laying propped up against a pile of pillows and a simple shift covering her frame, the ghost-cyborg seemed to be lost in thought. But she wasn't -- she was navigating the network as she just quietly hunted for an interesting information.
A quiet ping showed up in her vision, pulling up a news network that had areal footage of a fire in a city that was known for being somewhat kinder to Meta's as opposed to that of Criel - the hotbed of emotions and war. The anchor went on about how the shop was run by a Meta by the name of Zephyr Kardos.
A pause, strained emotions, as she quickly recalls the name.
Flinging the news footage to the side, Ana quickly flits through her memory banks and pulls up the files - Zephyr Kardos.
Mercenary.
Updated information being compiled from the networks.
Ex-mercenary.
Strange, that was what he was known to do. What would cause him to do that? What was this strange Meta doing?
Why was she so concerned...? Why did is name ring a bell, past the information she had?
Had they been friends in a time long past?
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