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Dangerous Conversationalist
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 Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2004 8:25 pm
"mmm. In any case..this will be an exercise in my power I suppose. I probably won't even have to get serious. Last time all we sent against Garden was a batallion in another garden. This time we're going to strike hard, with no mercy. It's enough to make a man get all warm and tingly inside.."
He grins, and starts to gear up..preparing his mind..
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2004 8:33 pm
Blue eyes rolled behind her glasses, and she stretched, one side of her closet opening up, as her coiled whip was withdrawn, and fastened to her hip. She'd leave behind her gun, this time. No real need for both weapons, after all.
She glanced sideways, back at the man salivating at the thought of combat, and chortled softly to herself. If anyone else saw him acting like this, they'd swear he was a child who'd just been given the keys and deed to the local candystore.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 4:28 pm
Syl sat on a park bench by the archway, soaking in the sights if the city. An onl man in a smart suit sat next to her and began to speak with a grin.
"You look bored and in need of something to do. Are you a garden student?" he asked Syl, who looked surprised, confused and uncomfortable.
She slowly replied with a ruffled brow " Yeah, I'm a garden student."
The man reached into his jacket and produced a map. He handed it to Syl, and explained.
"This is a map of the tomb of the unkown king. People say there is a monster there you students can controll. A GF, I beleive you call it." he said softly.
Syl looked at the map and spoke "A GF. It may be worth a map. Thankyou..." she stopped short as she looked up to see the man had gone.
Bewildered but intrigued she went to the store to gather supplies. When she had spent all her Gill on tents, pheonix downs and potions she headed off out of town towards the tomb.
((To world map))
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2005 12:46 am
The sickly looking young woman stood over the android that could have been her double. Blue hair was matted to her forehead in a mass of sweat, and she looked like she'd run a marathon moments before. She was exhausted, but it was beyond that. She was drained of all of her energy. One pale hand rested on the cheek of the figure on the lab table. Her exact clone. Down to the glint in her eyes. She made herself into a perfect doll, a representation of what she had once been, and the epitome of what she would eventually be.
It had been how many months? Twelve? A year, barely, since the accident that had accelerated her physical advancement. A year since she started into that downward spiral. She had lost all of her strength, and it was then, then that she decided to change her course of action. Galbadia had ordered her to create a weapon. To make something that could be used in perfect war. A combat machine that would act without question, yet could also feel, and understood compassion.
She wasn't following their orders exactly, but it would be close enough for her. The sound was quick, her pained cough, as her chest clenched, and she struggled for air. She had been doing this more and more over the past two weeks. She would have to step things directly to the next stage. She could no longer afford to wait for what might happen. Either she took care of things now, or she ended up dead, with her machine unfinished.
The lights above her head flickered softly, and she turned her head upwards, her hand lowering from the cheek of the lifeless doll upon the table. She would leave it alone, for now. She feared for two things. For her life, and for her sanity. She wasn't certain how well this would work. If her friend had been correct, or if it would actually kill her. She prayed she'd live through the transfer. Spirit manipulation was tricky, even for someone adept in that sort of thing. It was rarely heard of, after all.
As she made her way to the elevator, she slumped against the inside, the cylindrical glass tube rising upwards, taking her from darkness, into the light of day. That made her state only appear worse. Yes, to anyone who passed her, it was apparent she was dying. She might as well just be a walking corpse. With luck, that would all change soon.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2005 8:28 am
As the elevator breached the top floor, and the doors slid open, she stepped through them, one hand lifting to her mouth as another coughing fit took her. She had become more and more prone to them lately, a sure sign that she was running out of time. The long corridor before her seemed to stretch on, and people stepped to the side of her, to give her room to pass.
How long ago had she been just another bright young woman bouncing through these halls, eager with her newest discovery for the Galbadian Commanders? Time seemed to rip away all that she had held dear, and there was a brief flash of bitterness in blue eyes, as she stepped through the double oak doors at the end of the hall. A circle of chairs lay before her, each filled with a man, one of the Head Generals of the Galbadian Army, as well as several of the government officials.
A chair was brought forward for her, and with a slight lift of her hand, she declined it, settling herself into position before them, as a set of papers was handed forward from an assistant who hurriedly moved back aside.
"Gentlemen. I come before you today with the news that Weapon Unit 01 is almost completed. After several long years of work, the Project assigned to me is finally finished. I have to admit, I am sorry that it is merely the crowning achievement of my career, and that I cannot continue to further serve you all.", there was a hushed murmur around the table, and one of the central men leaned forward in his chair, his voice gruff, as he addressed the sickly looking woman.
"We understand that you have in your hand the weapon specifics for Weapon Unit 01, Miss Saiberia, and I assure you, we are all eager to hear about the work you have done. If I could trouble you, I understand you have one request, concerning Weapon Unit 01?", a bushy brow raised, and there was another shifting around the table, as Ryva leaned forward on the small podium, the papers gripped tighter in her fingers.
"Weapon Unit 01, prototype, Codename: Weapon X. Outfitted in a suit of biograde armor, constructed from a living nano-metal, capable of regeneration, fitted with several weapon sets in pulse range, and created with a special weapon I dubbed the Angel Cannon, which expands from the chest area, and fires a long range pulse beam, capable of rending an entire army to ashes.", this brought sounds of surprise from the gentlemen at the table, as Ryva turned, and a view-screen slowly rose from the floor behind her.
"As you can see from the diagrams shown here, Weapon X will be Galbadian's crowning achievement. It should be operational in less than a week, and ready for transport to the front lines. All that's left is to install the reactor, and bring her online. Initial testing in virtual labs has given us accurate data concerning her weaponry, and fighting capabilities.", she paused, and moved forward, around the podium, laying the paper down on the central table, blue eyes sparkling for just a moment, as she leaned forward.
"And as for my request, gentleman, that's simple. I'd like Weapon X to bare my name, once I'm gone.", there was a general whisper of voices around the table, as the men discussed this, and then nodded to the central figure, who smiled an odd little smile.
"Done.", Ryva nodded in return, and backed away from the table, tugging her lab coat about her body tightly, and making her way from the room. A lab assistant moved forward to support her with a hand, as fingers grasped the brass handle on the oak doors.
"It has been, gentlemen, an honor, and a privilege, serving my country in such a way.", and with that, Ryva departed the main chamber, leaving the men to discuss things amongst themselves.
Once the scientist had gone, the murmur of whispers grew to voices, as conversation went up around the table. Hesitantly, from out of the shadows, a figure stepped forward, adjusting the glasses upon his face.
"I don't like this General.", his tone was matter of fact, as he reached into his pocket, and withdrew what appeared to be a small device, outfitted with several switches, and buttons of various size and color, as well as an input for a microphone, and what seemed to be a slender transceiver collar, solid black, with a cross dangling from it.
"And yet, you're doing it anyway. I'll see that you're rewarded accordingly.", the man that had been identified as general reached his hand forward, clasping the collar and control device, settling them on the table before him, atop the stack of papers left by Saiberia.
"Of course, General.", the man then turned, hands tucking into his lab coat, as he followed his head scientist from the room, a good distance behind her, but there regardless, moving down the hall to find Ryva. The general chuckled, and the men around the table followed suit. They were about to possess the ultimate weapon.. and with Alger halting all operation of SeeD, the one force that could reasonably oppose them, victory, and conquest were assured.
It would be a dark day in Balamb, when Weapon X finally awoke. And they...? would be watching safely from their haven in Deling.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 12:13 pm
Away from the generals, beyond prying eyes, Ryva stood staring down at the perfect body she created. Every detail was absolute. It was her finest, and most perfect work. It was sad, that this would become her shell. But it had been her choice. Inside the body of the android, a secondary power crystal lay in wait for her to occupy it. The ties that bound her to the body. She had no times left for regret, or for second thought.
She could hear the sound of the elevator. It was slowly making its descent. Her lab partner, her lover, her companion was descending to join her. She had this feeling, somewhere inside, that she would not get to tell him goodbye. She knew that after this ritual worked, she would have to move quickly. In order to gain what she desired, she could not be slow. She could not hesitate.
She wished that she had time. There were a thousand things she needed to say. 'I love you'. 'I'm sorry'. 'I'll miss you'. She would never get a chance to say any of them. She could already feel herself growing more distanced from her body. It was like everything that held her to this world was starting to slip away. She had no idea this is what death felt like. The back of her hand rested against the cheek of her perfect body, and she slowly withdrew, as a coughing fit shook her already ragged body. Did she even have another five minutes?
She had a feeling that already she was losing her control. That she had no chance. As she tripped backwards, she fell heavily into the chair that had been her resting place through the entire process of her android's creation. Her hand clenched closed on her desk, and eyes were wide with pain. Her cracked lips parted, and a slow trickle of blood dripped down her chin, to splatter against the white of her lab coat. She had ruptured something in that last coughing fit.
Eyes were heavy, and she struggled to keep them open. 'Please god give me, another five minutes...', but silent pleas went unheeded, and slowly she started to slide forward on her desk, as if with resignation, she could hear the ding of the elevator as it reached ground floor. Sight was a blanketed haze of darkness that she could not see through, and eyes dropped closed. She could hear the echoing footsteps, somewhere through the mist that was enveloping her mind. And then, there was nothing but the darkness.
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At the door to the elevators, he paused, the sight of her form slumped down on the desk greeting him. Sleeping, at a time like this? Perhaps the meeting above had drained her. He knew how easily she was winded. Ah well, he would put her to rest, let her recover. As he strode across the room, he got a sudden feeling, like something was amiss. She didn't sleep, even when exhasuted, not on her desk at least. Eyes narrowed with the sudden possibility that she wasn't merely resting, and his strides became more hurried.
"Ryva?", his voice cut through the room, but was met with absolute silence. By the time he reached her desk he was sliding to a hault, lifting her by her shoulders. The puddle of blood beneath her head, warm against one of her cheeks, and matted into strands of blue hair made his stomach turn. No, she couldn't be. She had been alive ten minutes ago. Dammit! He should have waited to give the generals their control device. Then he could have been with her.
There was only silence from the figure of the dead woman, and as if for assurance, his hand slid down to her wrist, and when he felt the lack of pulse, the coolness that was starting to take her skin, his heart sank into his chest. She was gone. Eyes closed, and his hand clenched, as he gently lay her back forward, his glasses slid off his face, before he turned to press the intercom unit on her desk.
"Melanie? Get personnel in here immediately. She's.. gone.", he struggled to hold his voice monotone, and was greeted with a very soft, 'Yes Sir', before the line went dead. Over the next hour, he stood to the side and watched Ryva's unmoving body be set into a black bag and carried out. That was the end of it then. She was gone. One hand slammed down onto her desk, and Melanie, Ryva's rather mousy assistant stood somewhere in the back, hands pressed together in front of her as she watched with sadness.
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It was strange. Kind of like floating freely. And then, suddenly she was opening her eyes on the lab table. It had worked! She was alive, well, in a way. In the empty room, she began to stir, lifting herself upwards. It was the first time in several years she felt as if she had no extra weight. The disease that had claimed her life had no effect on her now, and she was free. Free to live. At least, as far as she knew.
Several feet away, shrouded in darkness, she heard the sound of a button pression, before she was dropped back to the table. The weight was returned, but it was different this time. It was as if she was being controlled. Eyes were forced closed, and as much as she tried to scream, she couldn't force herself back into movement.
'No, I'm here, I'm here!', every ounce of energy she felt was suddenly drained, and it was as if she was floating again, drifting, but this time, inside herself. She could hear the sound of footsteps approaching her, and through the haze of machinery, she saw the form of the general above her, felt the weight of a collar being strapped to her throat. Oh no. No it couldn't be. Damn it!
"We'll have you shipped out in no time, Weapon Unit 01. Hah. With you on our side, The Galbadian Army will crush its opposition.", inside of her mechanical body, she felt a chill run across her spirit, as the General's hand slid down over her face, to her throat, before jerking away, as he turned to depart the room.
Oh god... what had she done?
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