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 Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2014 9:37 am
[I apologize for my recent inactivity. Work really hammered me this week...]
Sam was preoccupied with watching the house Otto had entered, as if watching made the likelihood of supernatural phenomena less likely and/or more bearable (in fact, it probably accomplishes the opposite on both counts). Thus, his attention is ripped from the building before him by 13's sudden display. He does an instinctive heel-turn to face the car and her animalistic bravado but trips as he does so, fall to his rear. Rubbing his lower back and wincing, for he has low pain tolerance, he stands with an incredulous expression directed at the girl. His heart was still racing with the surprise, and he was certainly scared. However, he guessed it was just bullying on her part and not some spontaneous insanity from her that would render him town limb from limb. He grunted, "Real funny... Where'd you learn that one?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 5:20 pm
Walking back out front, Otto sighed with displeasure at the sight of Thirteen on the roof of his car. Not that she had tried to jump scare Sam, he expected that. But this...
"AGENT THIRTEEN. Get. Off. My. ********. CAR!" He bellowed and snarled at her, gesturing for them to quit monkeying around and get inside the building already. Calming himself, he thought "Well, I know who is going to be doing what now."
Closing the front door of the building, he glowered at the two, composing himself.
"Well, due to that little outburst, I have decided on roles for this assignment. Agent Thirteen. You will act as our testing subject. Which means we'll be blindfolding you and seeing what happens."
Leading them both into a side office which was being cleared for them by the other orderlies.
"Agent Thanati. You will be operating the monitoring equipment. The staff here have been kind enough to loan us a computer and some wireless monitoring equipment. Set the system up according to your tastes in here. I'm going to go over the areas of known areas for the haunting."
Sitting down at the desk, he began to peruse the documents left out for him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2014 10:37 pm
Dark oceanic hues turns rather cold when she raises her head and have her hues look down at him, as if she's looking down at him. Which she is. Hearing his heart, she hears his comment before smirking softly, showing off her pearly whites and sharp canines, "My brother. He's a better killer than I," Thirteen replies with honestly is what she always does. Hearing a shout, Thirteen winces softly as she nods before jumping off of his car. She feels bad now. She doesn't mean to upset her new leader. Great. Maybe they would send her back earlier than expected. A soft surprised yelp could be heard from Thirteen, "Blindfold me?" She questions as if she didn't hear him right. "....Yes Sir. Of course. She heard him right. Scowling softly, she says nothing. It's not her to disobey her leader orders. Following them to the office, she stands right by the doorway with her arms crossed across her chest. Her goal is to stay far away from Sam, he smells awful. He's the reason why she's in trouble. Acting rather childish in her mind, her posture seems to be more serious. Thirteen waits paitently for them to make the next move.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 6:31 am
Without looking up, Otto grunted, then called out, softer.
"You won't need to be blindfolded until this evening if these reports are accurate agent. For now, I'd like you to go and question the residents of rooms 11, 18, 24, 26 and 34. They'll probably take you quite far into the compound, but you're capable of it. Just be polite and remember, we are to do a job."
He pored over the reports as the last of the staff members was about to pick up the coffee percolater.
"Ah, excuse me. Would you mind leaving us that? You know us office types. Coffee and cigarettes instead of food."
With that, it was left to him to follow through on the second of those.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 3:25 pm
He took her at her word when she explained the technique's origin, for he ahd heard more than a few stories about the "family" from whence she came. Sam knew Otto was not in a good mood by the tone in his yell, so he rose to his feet in a flash and stumbled over to the doorway. Needless to say, he was very pleased to not be in his bad graces, or at least not as poor as 13 was. He focused his mind as best he could given his fear, but knowing he wouldn't be the guinea pig did ease him significantly. At Otto's directive, he went over to the tech and began tinkering. While getting everything in order would take some time, he did have his laptop out and functional during the process. With the power of his rig combined with the decent sensory equipment here and his computer skills, he was soon monitoring the ectoplasmic spectrum and observing an array of camera feeds for supernatural phenomena. He reported, "All ready, sir."
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 10:02 pm
Hearing her leader orders, Thirteen gives a nod of her head, "Yes sir." Turning and leaving the room, with black locks flowing behind her. She glances at the map near the entrance and see the arrows of where the room is pointed at. Making sure to stay out of the people way, she approaches room number 11. Raising her hand, she gently raps on the door with her knuckles, "Good Morning, my name is Agent Thirteen, if you don't mind, I would like to ask you some questions if you have the time?" Her ear is rather close to the door to listen for some movement or even breathing. If she doesn't hear anything, then she will move on to 18. OOC: I'm so so so so sorry
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 4:58 pm
"Alright Sam. We'll need to wait for evening according to these reports. I'll be sending for some delivery food. But that can wait til Thirteen gets back."
Otto flexed his fingers and jabbed at redacted lines frustratedly.
"Once this is over, once you get moved up to clearence level black... I have something to show you. You wanted to learn about your parents."
He got up, put a cig almost to his lips and grunted.
"Your calibrations, they'll be off. Calibrate them for Agent Thirteens non-standard physiology." And with that, he was outside, lighting up. The watery grey of the sun glinted dully.
(We're going to skip ahead to evening so we actually have some action.)
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 6:11 pm
Once he was actually on site, especially for the waiting, Sam would always grow nervous. What always bothered him most was how the supernatural affected the normal operation of electronic devices. It was this proverbial and sometimes literal ghost in the machine that unnerved him most of all. Otto's mention of his parents snapped his attention back, clearing away his slight fright about their on-site activities. Before he could piece together a question, even though he knew Otto couldn't answer until after he obtained clearance, his supervisor changed the subject back to the task at hand and left the room. Following the order, he readjusted his equipment to ignore the unique aspects of 13's body.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 9:40 pm
After questioning, this is rather puzzling. Having already encounter few things, she never really get to face this. Hair pulls, funny smells, pushing, touching, etc. Once back in the room, Thirteen is oddly quiet as she observes her leader and his... weak ally. Once they got around to the fact that Sam needs to put equipment on her, causing her growl softly. He stinks. He reeks. And he's about to get really close. Reminding herself that her leader is here, she can't attack him or warn him to bathe first. Instead, she turns her head bitterly as she listens to him. "Would it be easier on you to attach those... things on me if I'm naked?" She questions towards him. Usually, back where she's from, whenever there's any equipment involved, most of the time she has little to no clothing. It also helps that she almost has no filter between the brain and her mouth.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2014 12:06 pm
"We're in public Thirteen. Nudity is not required, even among eyes that cannot see." Mabuse cut in, pacing nervously, coffee mug in hand, fidgeting with his lighter. Zippo. Only memorabilia from his time in the NSA.
He was greatful they at least had this relatively risk free excursion.
"Alright, enough tooling around. Time we put our hand inside the puppet head." He brought out a black, three layered blindfold and handed it to his newest agent and went back to checking things over with Sam silently.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2014 5:45 pm
Startled by 13's sudden bare mention, Sam's eyes opened wide as he tried not to fall backward in his chair. Otto replied to that query, so Sam didn't have to muster any sort of reply. He got to work attaching the sensors, now properly adjusted for her distinct body. With her blindfold now on, Sam returned to his computer and began checking and observing.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 12:30 am
Finally. She manages to get away from the foul smelling male when he finished adding the odd technology on her. This is ...familiar. Measurements. The same thing they did back at her lab, causing her to become quiet. She hates it there. No freedom like what she has now. Maybe her sibling was right; freedom might get to her head. Being handed the blindfold, Thirteen wraps it around her eyes tightly without complaining. She is not going to take this well, she's use to physical contact and defense. How is she going to defend herself something that cannot be touched..?
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 11:45 am
Producing a slim, nondescript black phone, Mabuse pushed in a three digit number and raised it to his ear.
"Operation is live. Begin area lockdown in the vicinity of Mount Vernon Home for the blind. Release approved lies to the public at set times until we are complete." He then moved over to Thirteen, careful not to touch her.
"It's begun. Calmly and carefully begin walking forwards. Use your hands to explore what is around you. If things get to be too much for you remove the blindfold and do not replace it until danger has passed."
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2014 7:14 pm
The operation finally began, and Sam was tense with anticipation, eyes glued to his sensors' read-outs. Though he was not knowingly being placed in direct danger, the observation, even if only digital, of somebody who was made him feel nervous by proxy. He muttered, "Good luck, 13." Despite their differences and rocky first impressions, he still didn't want to see her befall any supernatural misfortune.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2014 2:22 pm
Hearing her leader's voice, Thirteen gives him a silent nod. Using her hands, she finds the door way. Deciding to take a right since the hallway is longer down, she continues to use her hands. One on the door and the other in front of her to make sure she won't trip anything. That didn't work as her knee slams into the chair in the hallway. Groaning softly, she shakes her head and figures out to use her feet as well. Within moments, there's been less of her running into things now she got things figured out.
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