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 Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 11:16 am
Center for Paranormal Research and Development
The C.P.R.D. is a private organization, dedicated to advancing technology through the use of paranormal intelligence, and peace. It produces useful gadgets and weapons for the currently secretive Revenant, led by Miro Seldivek; also the official head of the C.P.R.D..
The main complex of the HQ is a massive office-style building, with labs on the ground and underground floors, personal quarters on the higher floors, and its own active security force, overseen by Jessica Jordan. The research and development falls under the management of Kimberly Maude, whose parents started the organization before her birth.
Many anti-paranormal security measures are in place, and are constantly being updated, just as they have been since the original battle with Lilith.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 11:31 am
 In the central private lab of the C.P.R.D. Headquarters, the subtle clicking of mechanical equipment coupled with the steady rhythm of music; both recorded, and sung right along. "In the middle of the night~" A female voice sang out, "I go walkin' in my sleep~ From the mountains of faith~ To the river so dee-ee-eep~"" The voice was none other than that of Kimberly Maude; the resident kid-genius of the Center, currently in one of the best moods she'd been in for weeks. She continued to sing along to the tunes of Billy Joel as she tinkered; her hands hard at work on the skeleton-looking device on her table.
The Defensive Energy Apparatus for Resisting Paranormals, or D.E.A.R.P., as she called it, was her newest project; an exoskeleton designed to allow even a mere mortal such as herself the ability to take on vampyres, lycans, witches, and maybe low-level demons without all that nasty Hunter training. She might even end up using it on the Hunters themselves. Now that J.J. was free, Tobias too, and Malia was wearing the skin of a demonic little girl, things were finally looking up. Maybe that was why she was singing. The reason didn't matter to her, though.
Kim was simply happy that nothing was chaotically trying to rip her world apart. Yet.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 4:07 pm
 
It took roughly ten minutes to get from Times to the CPRD. In the time that Jessica had flown there, the cracks had spread from her side where Garrett had stuck all the way to her face and back down to her calves. At least, she assumed it had stopped there. Her entire flight had been filled with an incessant whistling, the source of which she was dreading would be her current state as a fractured glass doll.
Gently she alighted on the steps of the CRPD. It was getting hard to breath now. Half of her was still metal, while the rest was...something else, even her eyes were glittering like glass. The mixture was not working with her lungs. Jessica pressed her fingertips to the pad that would unlock the door of the building and stumbled inside as it opened.
Heart beating painfully fast, she attempted to make her way into the halls. "K-Kim!" she hollered. Were her lungs altering too? It seemed far too difficult to inhale anything right now. Jessica clutched at the side where the cracks had started, leaning against the walls. "KIM!"
[[Enter from Times]]
☭Location:Times Square...with some idiot☭Thoughts:What's going on? I'm having issues breathing...☭OOC:
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 4:31 pm
The music in her head, the light in her mind, and the pep in her step all ended as soon as the sounds of her name being called out in desperation could be heard. <********> Bounding to the door of her lab, Kimmy popped her head from the door-frame, and looked around quickly until she picked out the origin of the noise. "J.J...." Pushing off from the wall, she moved as quickly as she possibly could before sliding to a stop right before her love. She seemed to literally be falling apart, and the sight made Kimberly's heart feel much the same. "Oh my God... Oh my God...!"
The signs of panic starting, Kim got to J.J.'s apparently not shattering side, acting as a crutch to help the woman along; trying to stammer out a few words as she led the woman further down the hall to the genetics lab. "Jessica... wh-what happened...!?" Pushing on as fast as she could, she kicked the door to the Gen-Wing open forcefully and immediately shot a glance to the few workers inside before barking: "GET A ROOM CLEARED! NOW!" The reaction was instantaneous, and before long Kim was bringing J.J. to sit on a small table within one of the few personal chambers for the genetic wing of the lab.
Men and women in C.P.R.D. labcoats were bustling about, bringing testing equipment into the room as Kim oversaw to her girlfriend directly. "What's going on!? Talk to me, J.J....!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 4:47 pm
Within moments Kim had gotten to Jessica. It was about this time that the fuzzy black spots started to appear. She vaguely heard Kimberly yelling, she thinks Kim was yelling, at her while dragging her along the hallway.
The bright lights of the Gen-Lab, J.J.'s resident place of work aside from upstairs glittered to life. A cold sense of amusement hit her. She used to work on this table. Now she was laying on it.
Jess managed to catch Kim's next words. An annoyed look crossed her features, quite the accomplishment, though it ended with another couple of cracks snapping along her cheeks. "I-it's k...inda...hard to...b-breath right n-now...Kim!" she wheezed. Hard to breathe, much less speak.
☭Location:CPRD Gen-Lab, on a table☭Thoughts:Can't...breath...☭OOC:
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 6:13 pm
There's a glitch inside my system
Rushing through my whole existence
Got me twisted, can't resist this
Something's flipping all my switches Jax Hazard ___________________________________ Jax was idly scanning a bookshelf, trying to take her mind off of her annoying new situation. She had now gotten stuck with keeping an eye on Malia, who was currently in the form of a little brat. And her behavior definitely matched. So irritating... Several times she had had half a mind to kill the pest. Internally, she sighed; she didn't think she had the strength to get rid of her, though if pushed enough she would find a way. She suppressed an urge to cough then looked over to Malia, scrutinizing her. "Brat," she muttered before going back to idly scanning the shelves. Take'em, break'em, make'em feel it
Mix it up and mass appeal it
Pressure is riding me hard
Killer dose right through my heart ___________________________________
And there's no antidote Location: Library
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lD r e a m s h i f t e rl Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 6:30 pm
  Malia rolled her eyes at Jax's muttered words. As if she cared what the genetic freak thought of her. If she had her way, Jax would be turned into a rabbit and her captors into carrots. The thought had her smiling. It was a sweet expression, quite the opposite of what it represented.
Of course, Miro would have admonished her for it. A small part of Malia winced at the thought. Well, after two months of being under the vampyre''s care, It was starting to rub off. Now that thought horrified her to no end. Sighing, Malia closed the Narnia book she had in her lap.
As much as she hated to admit it, children's books had some hold over her. Oh, she tried to maintain as much of her 'adult' ideals as possible. But at times she found herself slipping into another age. It was infuriating! Her thoughts could be so...mature, and then switch on a dime! Glowering, a pouty look on her face, Malia clambered down from her chair and tugged on Jax's shirt. "You should drink some tea." she said crossly. "It might stop you from sounding like a cat with a hairball."
☼Location: CPRD Archives/Library/Prison
☼Mood:Annoyed
☼Thoughts: "Stupid babysitter...I want a cookie."
☼{{Original Obnoxious Comments}}: lD r e a m s h i f t e rl
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 7:02 pm
She tried to chuckle, but not even a smile came to her face. As she let the machine do its work, her green eyes shimmered in a sort of restrained desperation.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 7:13 pm
Vision flashing again, Jessica attempted to focus on one of the six Kimmy's in her view. "T-try a difibri-difibrilat-" Jessica attempted to wheeze out. A defibrillator would, hopefully, shock her cells into submission and give them a chance to reorganize. As long as it was a high enough level of electricity, the charge should work.
If not, well, judging by the way her vision was a hazy color purple, and her lungs felt like shards of glass were being shoved into them (which may well be true), there wouldn't be much else to do in a few minutes. If it did work she may have a few heart problems later in life. Or, worse come to worst, it would stop beating. A small tear formed at the edge of her eye, solidifying into some mineral or other. *Hurry up...*
☭Location:CPRD Gen-Lab, on a table☭Thoughts:Goddamn...lungs...☭OOC:
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 7:40 pm
The second the first syllable of the word escaped J.J.'s mouth, and at the sight of the tear, Kimmy scrambled for the small station in the room. Dropping to her knees, she slid the cabinet open and pulled free the defibrillator; already whipping around and activating the device as she reached the table once more. She removed the respirator, again, as carefully as she could in her haste, before pulling what little remained of the woman's shirt out of the way. "Here goes... everything..." Pressing the paddles of the defibrillator to the shattered looking skin, her eyes closed.
"Clear!" Kim called, and activated the device; sending the voltage directly through J.J.'s body. She pulled them up, rubbing it together in preparation for another charge, but stopped right before pressing them to J.J.'s chest again. "J-Jessica...?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 7:41 pm
There's a glitch inside my system
Rushing through my whole existence
Got me twisted, can't resist this
Something's flipping all my switches Jax Hazard ___________________________________ "What was that?" Jax snapped, looking at Malia. "Don't like the noise? Deal with it." Orange-red eyes lifted to glower at the books before her. After a couple of moments, her head turned oh-so-slightly to her left, eyes darting to look at self-help section [as she decided to call it] for mere seconds before turning back to the shelves she was still standing in front of. Even trained warriors needed help sometimes, and not all of them were up for seeing a psychologist. An aggravated sigh was released, then she crouched and began scanning a lower shelf, eventually pulling out something then going over to the table, not sparing Malia another glance all the while. She opened up yet another book about genetics and set her right elbow on the table so that she may lean her head against her hand. Her eyes simply skimmed the pages she slowly flipped through; her mood was dark, and it was hard to focus with the little brat hovering around. Take'em, break'em, make'em feel it
Mix it up and mass appeal it
Pressure is riding me hard
Killer dose right through my heart ___________________________________
And there's no antidote Location: Library
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 8:07 pm
Shuddering to a stop, Jessica's heart froze for a moment. The defibrillator burned against her skin, sparks arcing up the shattered skin. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment, mind blank.
For a moment, Jessica was still. While Kim was speaking, her cells were unfreezing, unfreaking, and reorganizing. The genetically altered cells warped again, to the human eye they would appear to jump like rice krispies in milk. And then, in roughly the time span of a minute, Jessica's heart started beating again.
Inhaling sharply, her eyes shot open, bright pools of violet. "Hey Kim, do me a f-favor. D-don't ever shock me l-like that ag-gain." she croaked. Her throat felt like sandpaper, and all around she felt singed at the edges.
☭Location:CPRD Gen-Lab, on a table☭Thoughts:Ow...☭OOC:
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 8:19 pm
"Fine." Malia crossed her arms, glaring at Jax as she brushed her aside and headed to the psycho-analysis/empowering area of the library. Why did she have to be at the library? Miro said she could stay in her room. But Jax had dragged her down here because she didn't want to play with a tea set or dolls.
Watching the woman for a moment, the small Serpah turned on her Mary Jane-ed heels and scrambled to the kitchens of the CPRD. The cooks here all loved her, unaware that she was not in fact, Miro's niece come to stay with him for awhile. The cook loved her more than the rest, as Malia had taken a liking to the motherly woman's baking skills.
It was Cook who she visited today. Tugging on the woman's white jerkin, the Shining One put on her best 'I'm Innocent and Adorable, and I Know It' face. What can I do for you sweet heart? Cook smiled, rubber spatula frozen over the night's pudding cake. "Could I have some hot tea please? And a cup of cocoa? Auntie Jax needs something hot for her throat." Inwardly she was cringing at calling Jax that...just....eesh. But the woman was going to die in that room without it. And then 'Auntie' Kim and J.J. were going to hang Malia by her toes. The girl was not okay with that.
Roughly ten minutes later Malia walked into the Archives, tray in hand. It was almost comical, the huge tray carried by the small child. Malia had refused help and carried it by magic most of the way, until a guard walked around the corner and she had to grab it. The staff didn't know she could use magic either...
Carefully she settled the tray onto the desk where Jax's things were lain and took her mug of cocoa and a cookie before returning to the Narnia book. The part that had thought of Miro earlier knew the vampyre would have smiled at the action. The rest of her ignored said part.
☼Location: CPRD Archives/Library/Prison
☼Mood:Annoyed
☼Thoughts: "Cocoa...cookie!"
☼{{Original Obnoxious Comments}}: She's trying so hard to appear nice XD lD r e a m s h i f t e rl
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 9:21 pm
In the moments after the shock, when it appeared J.J.'s body and functions had come to a complete stop, Kim's own mind did the same. For a time she just looked on in disbelief, her hands on the chest-paddles slipping and letting the device clatter on the floor. "J.J...?" She whispered, only to immediately jump a little as her girl returned to the land of the living.
While her immediate thought was to leap onto the table, Kim's better judgement advised against such an action very strong, and for once she was inclined to listen. Leaning directly beside the woman, a sad, wide smile was brought across her face at the request J.J. gave. "If... If you promise never to do... whatever that was, again... maybe we have a deal..." Knowing it would likely give a bit of pain to her love, Kim couldn't help herself. Craning her neck, she pressed her lips to J.J.'s as she lay on the bed.
As she pulled away, her lips lingering for a moment, her slightly pained voice returned. "What happened, J.J.? I've... never seen anything like that... I don't want to see it again, either... What were you doing out there?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 9:45 pm
Jessica stopped herself from hissing in pain as Kim kissed her. Tender as it was, the touch hurt like hell. The shape changer sighed at her girlfriend's query, wearily letting herself sink against the table. It was not a particularly comfortable position.
Exhaling, Jessica met Kimberly's worried eyes with a thin smile. Explaining what had happened might be possible. How? Not so much."Well, it all s-started with some idiot in Times Squa-square. Not sure what the hell happened, he bumped into me or vice versa...ac-accidentally nud-dged him a few fe-feet and then he had a l-long sword o-n him."
Coughing, she tapped at her throat, ignoring the cracks she could see on her hand. They weren't healing yet. "C-can I p-please have some w-water?" Jessica managed. If she was going to have to explained what had gone on at Times, water was needed. Again, Saharan Desert in the throat.
☭Location:CPRD Gen-Lab, on a table☭Thoughts:Ow...augua please!☭OOC:
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