{ THE DARK COVE } UPDATED SEE PAGE 1

[ramenli]

Taani took that in, eyes widening slightly at the implication. Eliminated. Well then, she was glad she was not among that group. She couldn't really remember the trials, they were like a movie she had seen as once a child and could not fully remember, but at least she had done what was necessary.

She had known that she was giving up her past life, but to be here, at a training facility for life? That surprised her. Surely with the shadows, the monsters, demons, whatever they were everywhere they would not keep them all on some island. But apparently someone else had the answer to her questions. These were just the labs, and Ami didn't have time to do anything else, though she was apparently just waiting around in a room with a bunch of sealed up pods. Boring.

The girl was talking about some sort of headworm and weapon cove, and did not seem to think it was her duty to part with more information. "Ace." She said, thinking about it a bit more. Getting a weapon and a chance to face off against the shadows. She started to move on, a sway in her hips as she exited the room and moved on to meet the life tech that would explain where she was going and what she was doing next.  

[iStoleYurVamps]

Once more, he was stationed on pod duty, and once more, he was bored. This time, there was no one else around aside from a sleeping life tech in the other room, and that left Marcus with himself. And Dis. But they weren't talking much. Overall, he was just re-reading a bit of his how to Farsi guide. 6 months plus, only one guy to help, and the occasional file and tutorial. Rosetta stone- he really needed to pick up a copy of that. If just to know if he was getting speaking down. Reading and writing were great, but it would mean jack if he couldn't speak or understand it.

Farsi aside, Marcus was on occasion looking down the row of pods, wondering who might pop out and how crazy they might be. The last guy had been... sane if like a politer Dakota, girl just.. special. Now- who knew. He didn't expect anyone. No one sane at the very least.

lostandtold

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

 

[Rown]

Ofelia was on pod duty, probably for like only the second or third time in her long time on Deus (sort of long anyway) and to combat the boredom and tedious nature of watching monitors she'd brought food with her. It wasn't anything special, just a couple of sandwiches and drinks since well, eating and drinking went together, and she was idly chewing away at the crusts of one of them as she looked at a monitor.

Just...what exactly was she supposed to be watching out for? Pod duty was boring and confusing, so she slipped her shoes off and popped her feet up against another chair. Maybe a nap would be in order eventually if nothing crazy happened. It'd been a while since the last set of new hunter trainees appeared, right?

Ol-j-man

STORMY HERE GIRL HERE

 

[medigel]

She liked dreamless dozes for their peaceful passing, and she also at once disliked them. Sleeping was a past time and a dear one at that, but having nothing to do while sleeping could grow horribly boring. So when the hushed silence suddenly began to suddenly buzz, her consciousness groggily perked up. What strange fantasy would it come up with this time? Something new, or something revisited - or perhaps some weird amalgamation of the two?

Stale air in her lungs and on her skin. Low humming reverberating through her body. A soft hiss. These were vivid details but never a combo she had faced - or maybe she just didn't remember . . . Her mind was hard-pressed to come to its senses, but she didn't fight the process: merely let it bubble to the surface as she always did. Dreams could never be forced, only followed after all.

Only . . . There was something different about this dream. The details felt too real. She fluttered her eyes open and found that they were not dispelled, only brought into focus: a gray metal container housing her, a slit of glass allowing her view of similar constructs, soft blue symbols glowing, blinding white floors and walls making her close her eyes back again. A second try with slits and the tiniest of winces.

There was no general alarm to her predicament, no springing of curiosity or fear or anger. Nothing. Just one great big Huh. So briiiiight.  

[Rown]

The crusts were all gone, step one of her sandwich eating method now complete, and Ofelia was about to take an actual honest-to-goodness bite when something on one of the monitors went off. It beeped a few times like something urgent was happening and the teen got to her feet and headed in the direction she assumed the pod would be. She had no idea what the beeping meant, only that it was coming from somewhere, and she assumed any changes were either good or bad.

With sandwich still in hand she made it to the side of a pod just in time to see whomever was inside start to move. Instead of the usual 'holy crap' she was inclined to feel she just pressed a button instead. The pod opened with a hiss, smoke and air and whatever else coming out, and the teen raised an eyebrow as she finally bit into her sandwich.

And it was good.

Ol-j-man

 

[medigel]

Apparently the pod saw to disgorge its contents around the same time as her awakening. Maybe she gave it an upset stomach by moving her eyes too much . . . Stomachs were terribly sensitive things after all.

The hiss resounded unnaturally loud in her ears and made her wince further, an actual expression that melted away to placid sleepiness. It wanted her to go, but she didn't want to . . . Just five more minutes of nap time please . . . But just as her eyelids began to sweep closed, the smoke cleared and something stood before her. Someone, her sight corrected. Someone holding something.

Square. Smelly. The good smelly. Ham and cheese. It was being held by a disgruntled, scarred, red-headed pirate with the wrong clothes.

Maybe she really was having a dream. If so, this was particularly mild by her standards.

"Hmm . . . Inflight meal time," she mumbled, peeling an arm off her body to check for spare change in her . . . skirt. Nope. Shoe? Nope. Bra? Nope. The teen put on a mildly disappointed face. "Forgot how to lucid dream . . . Normally I'd have money by now . . . Huh." Finished patting herself down before the stranger, she stood back up; not yet had she stepped away from the pod. After all, she supposed this was just a break, not a release.

"Do you take IOUs, Patches?"
 

[Rown]

Patches? Inflight what? Ofelia kept her eyebrow raised as the newcomer seemed to wake up (the beeping apparently meant someone was coming out) and she took another bite of the sandwich to keep her mouth occupied so this new girl could say something or another. She chewed, she swallowed, and was about to take yet another one before she sort of figured what she was being asked. "Nope, sorry darlin' - we dun take IOUs here." She wasn't going to give her a half-eaten sandwich, that was just rude. "However if ya are hungry an' ya wanna eat all ya gotta do is ask. Ah brought extras, but are ya sure ya can stomach anythin'?"

Was this person thinking it was a dream? Considering that someone had come out of a pod during her group thinking Deus was nothing but a massive video game she had nothing to say, no room to pinch and inch, but she would need to let her know this was real eventually. "Also, this ain't a dream kiddo. How are ya feelin'?"

Ol-j-man

 

[medigel]

Definitely a pirate. It wasn't the stereotypical "argghs" and "ahoys", but a funny vocal tic was all it took for her. Well even if it wasn't a dream, it still was a deviation from the usual "Hello and welcome to your new life". Not Matrix machines level, but quietly odd nevertheless. Just a barefoot pirate girl offering her a sandwich after a long nap.

She appreciated the little things in life.

The stranger's question made her pause and tilt her head in thought, fingers probing at her stomach through her clothes. "Dunno," she said after a moment. "If I was in cryo or something, I should probably wait an hour . . . Like going to the pool. Are there pools here?" she asked, leaning against the inside of her pod to stretch her legs. "Hmmmmm, that'd be nice . . ."

Not names, not reasons. Just food and swimming.

Priorities.
 

[Rown]

"There is a pool here, yeah, but it's been busted fer a while so none'a us have bothered ta fix it. Usually if ya wanna swim ya jus' go in the ocean but lately there's been lots'a sharks." There had been an increase in the preadtors, Ofelia noted that from watching birds getting eaten alongside Wilson (who was not eaten, just watching). "Also jus' ta repeat in case yer still thinkin' not 'nough, this ain't a dream."

Ofelia took another bite of her sandwich, then another. There was a chance she'd eat the whole thing before anything happened, like the girl tried to move from her pod, but at least she was moving around a bit and not asking super hard question that the redhead would be stretched to answer. "Ya got any questions b'for Ah go an' get ya sommin' ta eat? Ah doubt ya were in a ...cryo thing or whatever, since ya were actually in a golem doin' some sort'a test." Ofelia only knew about the testing, or more information of it other than her scattered memories, thanks to listening to others talk. She barely remembered her trial, but that she'd passed it with flying colors despite missing an eye.

Ol-j-man

 

[medigel]

Another small frown was made. Why wouldn't anyone fix the pool? Not only was it good exercise, but splashing around was a great de-stressor . . . But they were by a beach by the sounds of it - just as good, if not better. Even with the sharks.

When Patches mentioned golems, however, that was when the nebulous mists of her mind began to form fragments of memories. Masks and numbers, reds and blues, shadows that had peeled away like living animals that bite and tore - She shuddered and clutched at her belly and involuntarily muttered, "Tau." That had been her "name" in lieu of not remembering her real one. There was more, but her mind didn't feel like processing it further; she could only move her hand from her belly to her head, entangling in thick auburn hair. "This . . . sounds like something that should be discussed over lunch. I think. If my stomach can take it."

She really hoped so, because even something as small as a ham and cheese sandwich sounded utterly delicious right now.

"Lots of questions means lots of time. I'm sure I can nibble in the meantime." Releasing her head, she gingerly stepped forward from the pod, her eyes finally beginning to adjust to all the white in the room. "But first, should I know anything off the bat, Patches?"

 

[Rown]

Tau, huh? Ofelia couldn't remember her golem name now, the memory was way too faint. Plus she was pretty sure she'd been male, hmm. All that mattered was passing the trial, waking up, and then coming to Deus. Sort of.

"Oh, right off the bat? Um....back where ya come from yer considered legally dead - that's a big thing ta know." Who had told Ofelia that - was it Bix or Jordan? She couldn't remember who but it was important information to share. "This place is called Deus Ex an' we're basically monster hunters who go out inta the world an' other places ta kill off creatures that would otherwise go unseen an' un-fought by normal humans." She was counting a list of things off on her fingers as she tried her best to summarize. "Yer gonna need ta get a weapon partner - basically some creature who got turned inta a weapon so ya can fight wit' em - also they talk in yer head but only ya can hear 'em." Two bracelets jingled on her wrists, one a charm bracelet that was falling apart, the other was a blue and gray one that seemed covered in glowing runes.

A hand was extended out towards the girl as she moved, Ofelia still sort of thinking what else there was to say. "Ya can't go home even if ya wanna, an' basically dependin' on the squad they put ya in yer life expectancy is kinda short."

Holy crap Ofelia was bad at making Deus sound like a place someone wanted to be.

Ol-j-man

 

[medigel]

She was a touch surprised that there was actually a decent amount to be made aware of all at once, but she never asked questions she wasn't ready to hear an answer for, long or short. Death, though . . . Legally dead. Huh. That one was going to take a bit to process. Not right now, not in the room of humming pods and strange symbols. Slow-like. Death, like dreams, had to be accepted as they came to fully comprehend it.

Weapon. To wield a monster . . . Like a strange rendition of pokemon? Talking pokemon at that. Mind talking pokemon. Factions sounded like school houses, life expectancy and being chosen like the Hunger Games . . . It was like being in the middle of dark fanfiction crossovers; the thought made the blow of that knowledge softer. She'd have to review it all later when her head wasn't so muddled.

"Okay," she said simply, blinking at the outstretched hand. "I'll . . . think it over some. Where's this weapon place? Should I remember a secret word or phrase to get in? Is there a test to prove my worthiness? Hmm . . . Or do I have to go through a psychological battle on a different plane of existence and fight for my right, but not to party, just fighting for my right to live? Although life's a party . . . Life's also a beach too . . ."
 

[Rown]

"Oh, Ah can take ya there if ya like. It's a cove place where ya jus' go in, someone yells at ya, an' ya touch 'em an' they become yer partner. Like this!" Ofelia held her arm up and the charm bracelet slid down her wrist. It stayed still for a moment, completely stopping mid-slide, and it sparked a bright light before turning into what Rue really was - the knuckledusters on her hands. "This is mah partner an' her name is Rue!"

She twisted her wrist a few times to show Rue off, the weapon deciding that screams were totally okay for the time, and as soon as Ofelia was sure this girl had seen she dismissed her blades. "Yer partner will look different an' have a different name an' basically belong only ta ya an' Ah really hope ya get a nice one so com'on Ah'll take ya there can ya walk."

Way to ramble Ofelia.

Ol-j-man

 

[medigel]

Yelling? Dear, she didn't like yelling . . . But as she watched Patches's charm turn into a weapon, she did grow fascinated as the knuckledusters came into being. Those too had funny symbols, though they were red. Maybe it was part of a magic seal keeping them in that form? So many questions, so little time . . . Lunchtime. Yes. that'd be the time. Unless it was dinner time.

Where was the white rabbit when you needed one? He had a pocket watch.

But for now they needed to get her to the sorting hat, to get her her Sword of Gryffindor . . . Or whatever it was that ended up yelling at her. She bobbed her head in a slow nod of understanding and yawned, stretching. "Okaaaay. Lead the way, Patches."

The faster she did this, the faster she'd get to take a nap. That probably accounted for how much she was downplaying all of this.  

[Rown]

"Okay then, follow me." Ofelia motioned with her hand for the new person to follow and, when they reached her set up, she tossed a sandwich their way. It could always be eaten while they were enroute and from there, who knew?

Eventually she pointed her to a sign that said Cove (the redhead avoided that place like the plague) and pressed her companion on forward. "Welcome ta Deus Ex kiddo, Ah hope ya don't die."

Ol-j-man

ofelia never asked her her name =/ she fails at this s**t