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 Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 4:42 pm
((Team 2))
[Wow...is Emerald really winning? W00T!]
The voice continued, obviously on some prerecorded track now.
After your one year of rigorous training, Ellisent Vanestra, head of Interpatient Relations...
At this point, a cheesy picture of some guy with platinum blonde hair popped up on screen. He was wearing some freaky suit, his arms crossed and looking rather professional. He had a toothy grin...and didn't really look like that nice of a guy.
...has trained you in combative arts, magical practice, knowledge and function of your mutation, and wiped away all your terrible, horrific morality. Opinions are for the weak. Remember that? This is the motto here at Subania and in the Stemlich Party, where we, as social and biological mutants, strive for power through diplomacy, violent and terrific wonderful bloodshed, and the destruction of everything normal humans own and love. Our goal is a noble and simple one:
1. Total domination.
...At this point, images and video of mass destruction, war, and bioterrorism all flashed across the screen, filling the white space with horror upon horror.
However, we cannot simply step out there and fight. There are others like us...at least, in the physical sense. These evil soldiers actually have consciences! Can we stand for that, comrades!? ...That's right. We must train further to grind their pesky hearts into the dust.
Hence, the FATE training system. We have created 4 sets of "alternate" Subania floors. They have the same basic map structure, but all possess qualities of terrain and stituations you may be facing in the real world. Here they are:
Another graphic popped up on screen.
The voice continued.
Your goal, as prospective members of our fine squad, is to complete or pass through all 10 floors of your map, defeat the enemies that assail you, and enter the exit gate. From there, you will recieve further instruction. You will have several means of assistance in this task, so do not be too worried. Just keep your guard up. Is that clear? Shall I repeat this message?
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 5:02 pm
Kali desperately wanted to gape, say how sick and wrong they were, insult their purpose, their being, and everything about them. But she didn't. For once, she kept her big mouth shut. This thing seemed to be voice activated...and it seemed to think they were all for this whole 'no conscience, no opinion' thing. But Kali had a conscience, and she had an opinion, and both of them were screaming at her to either run, or use the 'boomstick' as Spaz so affectionately called it to shoot something. She clenched her fists. "Why do we have to split up..." She hissed. "If this thing is training us, shouldn't it be training us in team work? Working together makes you more powerful, right? It combines all of your abilities." She ground her teeth together, reluctant to let Brian or Spaz go off on their own. They were her friends, or as close to friends as she was ever going to get. And she still had to get revenge on both of them for barfing on her and being complete arseholes. If anyone was going to hurt em, it was gonna be her. She shook violent and sadistic thoughts of their torture out of her head and stared at the screen. "I don't see why we have to split up..." She repeated.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 5:17 pm
"Because we have shitty luck..." Spaz muttered to himself. He eyed the four choices for a moment, but the forest was instantly the most appealing to him. Plenty of room to run, climb, and go crazy. And there might be monkeys. Or Hobbits. Or zombie Hobbits with laser vision and cyborg brains. That would be SO COOL.
"I wanna go to the forest!" Spaz spoke up, "Unless there's a Dairy Queen in the technology one."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 5:24 pm
((Team 2))
I'm sorry, Kali Emmerson, but you may leave if you do not like the conditions. Then Marcus Garreth and Brian Castings may continue, together.
...I see we have a vote for the Forest scenario, by Marcus Garreth. Are you going alone, Marcus Garreth?
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 5:30 pm
Spaz looked to Brian. "Whadda ya think, Boss? It's me or you. Or Jesus over there in the corner."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 5:55 pm
((Team 2))
Brian's shoulders slumped. He knew what he would have to do. It would suck...but it had to be done.
"I, Brian Castings, am opting out of this scenario. So...thanks but no thanks."
The voice paused, then replied.
Alright. Teleporting you back to Floor 1 in 5...4...
Quickly, he dropped his stuff, letting them take all of it...the only things he kept were the clothes on his back. Without even mentioning some form of goodbye, he turned hastily to his party and gave them a quick nod.
"I'll get by. And Kali, you-
...1. Goodbye.
And with that, he was teleported out...leaving them all alone.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 6:31 pm
Kali's eyes flashed. "YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST LET HIM FINISH HIS SENTENCE!" She ground her teeth together, then grabbed the bag, digging around for Migas. "Hey old man! What the HELL is going on?!" She shook him to wake him up, glaring down at his minute form."Wake up!" She snarled.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 7:00 pm
((Team 2))
All things were going to hell...the man did not wake. It was as if, even though he could, he did not want to. He was a good faker...if he really was faking. Maybe he was hibernating? Things did that, right? Bears certainly did...what about old, grizzly men?
Well, no matter what...he wasn't waking up.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 7:30 pm
"Bye boss..." Spaz said sadly, even though Brian was already gone. Propping his boomstick on his shoulder, he turned to Kali. "Come on, let's get this over with. Then maybe we can find him again."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 7:43 pm
((Team 1))
The computerized voice, sensing their sadness, broke the silence.
Have you decided upon a scenario yet, trainees?
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 7:47 pm
Spaz frowned at the disembodied, too-pleasant voice. "Yes, Ms. Glorified Talking Waffle Iron, me and Kali are going to the forest. Now hurry it up or I'll go medieval on your motherboard."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 7:55 pm
((Team 2))
She pretended not to listen, and began talking about something...that didn't suck all that much...
Before you begin your forest scenario, we must take preliminary measures to ensure some relative safety in the program and in the outside world. There are two means by which we will prepare you for the events to come:
First, we have a little treat. In a few moments, we will present to you a variety of syringes. Never mind what's actually in them; just focus on what they can do for you...
We call these shots "Customized Enhancers". They contain a certain number of chemicals that affect the makeup of your LHT hemoglobin to allow specific compatible and extraspecial development in certain ares of functioning. In other words, you're going to be gaining a lot of new skills. You may, if you wish, call these changes "Ability" or "Job" classes. They are mutatively specific, and the body can only handle one at a time, so choose wisely. If you wish to be instructed further on the chemical makeup of these psychoactive modifiers, you may send a W-18F file form to Public Relations/Paper Shredding department.
The second measure will be to give you another shot, refilling your stamina, Life and Magicka Essences, and boost certain aspects of your functioning. Again, we reserve the right to withhold information regarding the elixir contained within these syringes. There may be a slight shock, as any obstructions or non-clothing burden or internal debris will be vaporized.
And, without further delay, here are your preparatory drugs. Please call out when you are ready to begin FATE.
Without even a moment's pause, two racks of sharp, prettyful injections appeared in front of the team. There were several shots, in many different hues...except for the last one, which was black in both racks.
In front of Spaz, the shots were labeled as follows:
Geomancer
Knight
Thief
Lancer
Monk
Acrobat
Berserker
In front of Kali:
White Wizard
Samurai
Morph
Shadowmancer
Psychotic
Manipulator
Sweeet.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 9:00 pm
((*XDs at the "P.R./Paper Shredding Department"*))
Spaz carefully considered his options... or as carefully as his addled brain could consider anything.
Geomancer... Spaz had no idea what that one was, but 'mancers were always mages of some sort, be they necro, pyro, or what have you. He really wasn't into magic; y'know, what with mages being wusses and all.
Knights were okay, but the idea of Spaz as a knight almost made him laugh out loud. It just wasn't his cup of chai.
As for thief, well, there was no way he was going to wear green tights like Robin Hood and spend his time rooting through monsters' greasy pockets. A jaunty hat with a feather would be cool though.
Lancer. Sharp pointy objects. Hell... ********... yeah.
Monks... hmm, well, monks could fight. There was no denying that...
Acrobat? What the hell? Why was that even a choice? Was it a misprint, or a computer error? Maybe a joke of some kind.
Now Berserker, THAT sounded cool. Strong, deadly, and ******** CRAZY. It had Spaz written all over it. But still, something made him hold back. He had to think this one through, even if it made his ears bleed with the effort.
<>
((Come on, show me some love))
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MG Forever rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 9:04 pm
((Okay, that's getting REALLY god damn annoying))
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