It was taking him some time to grow accustomed to moving around in this strange body. But as time went on, it began to feel more and more natural. And such, the Boss began to move on his way through the tower, exploring. He had freedom, relatively speaking, for the time being. He might as well make the most out of it.
Eventually, he found a room with a cage. A massive cage. There was no way that thing was just for labrats.
Echoes of the victims that had been trapped within lingered in the air. Well. That was a sobering sight.
Slowly, he approached the cage.
DraconicFeline
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 5:57 pm
Shaun was messing around a little, enjoying himself a little bit. He was freaking cartwheeling, vines sprouting forth like spokes on a wheel to catch him and make his cartwheels extra long. Eventually, though, the connecting vines twisted too much. He unraveled, and reformed, laughing a little – hey, he might as well have some fun, right?
He looked around at where he found himself – cages? Yeah, those were no fun, especially not fun was the echos of memories, the thoughts trapped in the air, lingering. Shaun wasn't sure if he wanted to see them, or however he was percieving – better to roll away, enjoying the last moments he had to care about before he was assimilated – which was looking nicer with each time he realized, uncomfortably, that he was not whole.
He almost did leave, except he saw, before him, something else – a vine shape, resonating with memories like him. “Hey there!” he called. Talking was fun, and, he had to admit, he didn't like being alone. Not that he would be alone much longer, but still! He danced closer, trying to figure out who it was.
“Well, this looks awful, doesn't it?” he said, poking a vine at the cages, “It probably looks less awful than it was.”
HP: 45/50 Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6-2
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Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Normal Shaun Vine Shaun Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Vine Shaun is what you would expect – slender and vine-y with very little mass. Even as this, he is a show off, highly social, and more than a little dramatic...
Magnus turned and tilted his head at Shaun. He didn't recognize the form, but the voice did some familiar.
"The bodies are gone, but their memories are not," he nodded. When the bodies were here... Well. That had to be a sight. He couldn't see any lingering remains of corpses.
With one vine, he reached out to touch one of the echoes. A woman in gray flicked into his mind's eye. Her voice resonating around.
"I rejected it because this was not our organization's true intentions. This was originally not the knowledge we sought and the power was not something we should have handled in the first place. We once had good causes. We wanted to save people. We wanted to show the world that anyone could have helped, that everyone had a purpose."
Magnus was a bit taken a back by this.
"This... they did this?" he mumbled before looking at the other vine-person, "...Do I know you? You seem familiar. And yet.."
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Shaun listened to the memory, cocking his head. It was unhappy stuff, but Shaun was determined not to let it get him down. What was the point of that?
“Who did this, thats the question. I don't mind if I don't get an answer.” he supposed that he'd find out soon enough... or be a part of it... whatever! He tilted his head at Magnus, trying to interpret the memories there.
“Yeah, you seem familiar too. Are you, er, were you, Prison faction? You sound like someone from there...”
HP: 40/50 Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6-2
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Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Normal Shaun Vine Shaun Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Vine Shaun is what you would expect – slender and vine-y with very little mass. Even as this, he is a show off, highly social, and more than a little dramatic...
"Magnus. The Boss," he replied. So it seemed he was right in his instinct. It saddened him to find another from his faction here. He had wanted to protect them. But then he succumbed to the virus. No. Became a part of it, "So who would that make you?"
He looked to another echo, this time seeing a man.
""I volunteered because I expected to succeed. I failed. I understand now, it is because I had not accepted it when it was there in the first place. This is only my fault."
Well... that was interesting.
"Some of them put up to this willingly?" he mused.
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
“Boss?!” Wow, the last person Shaun would expect to see – well not really see – but wow, it was boss! “It's me, Shaun!” Shaun said, vines twisting intricately in excitement and delight – yes it was delight. He'd always thought the boss was awesome.
He listened to the memory, wiggling a tendril over to get a better 'feel'. “Still begs the question of who these people were!” he said, interested now despite the creepy cage, “And what they hoped to get out of making this crazy garden.”
HP: 35/50 Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6-2
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Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Normal Shaun Vine Shaun Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Vine Shaun is what you would expect – slender and vine-y with very little mass. Even as this, he is a show off, highly social, and more than a little dramatic...
"Yeah, it's me. Sorry to see you here, Shaun. This wasn't exactly my idea of an ideal end."
With a sigh, he looked to the next one. Another man in gray. He was beginning to see a pattern here.
"-- Means the serpent that consumes itself. We are the wildfire that comes from centuries of inactivity. The -- knew long ago all this knowledge and they kept it to themselves. They could have shared all of this in the world, they could have given back to humans but instead, they thought they were better than us. This is our trump card against them."
His vines furled over one another over his chest as he listened to these words.
"Seems like they might have been scientists of some sort. They all got these gray coats. Some sort of lost knowledge... that probably was lost for a reason, I guess. A serpent that consumes itself. That's like a... uh..." he started before pausing, "Ouroboros. That's what it's called."
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
draconicfeline
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 8:08 pm
“Yeah.” Shaun could agree with that – his ideal end was not being in this city, not being infected, and doing backflips in crazy costumes someday for a crowd. Well, that wasn't going to happen. He listened to the echoed memory and shrugged, vines slipping over themselves to form a web of vines where his chest would be, then slipping back, tautening again into vertical tangles. “Scientists, huh.” Shaun touched the cage, letting a vine tendril curl around the bars. He had no idea what an ouroboros was, though he was pretty sure he'd seen a tattoo of a snake eating its tail at some point. “At least this one makes a little sense, huh.” he said, the vines twisting as he thought, “But I wonder who the 'they' are? I wonder what these scientists were after? What was the trump card to be used for? I'm getting a whole lot more questions than answers, here, Boss.” Not that he wouldn't have the answers soon enough...
Don't think about it too hard, Shaun.
HP: 30/50 Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6-2
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Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Normal Shaun Vine Shaun Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Vine Shaun is what you would expect – slender and vine-y with very little mass. Even as this, he is a show off, highly social, and more than a little dramatic...
"I wish I knew, kid. They got a hold of something they shouldn't have. It seems like their intentions were good. They wanted to help humanity. Save lives and all that."
The Boss lightly scoffed.
"Whole lot of good that turned out, huh. Instead of saving people, they might have just damned us all. Or... maybe this was their goal after all. Hard to say at this point, and in any case... it's probably too late. We're already a part of this. Probably... for good."
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Shaun thought for a moment, and thought for a moment more, before the mess of vines that could have been his head nodded. “Sounds about right.” he said, trying to keep a happy note. The boss sure had hit the nail on the head, if what they were 'sensing' was true, as true as wierd echo memories could be anyway.
The good news was that yes, they were in it for good. This mess was done with them for now.
The bad news was that they were in it for good. It was inevitable.
Shaun wanted to think of the good side of things, but in the end, the bad creeped in anyway. But was it his bad, or had he just picked it up from somewhere else?
“How much do you want to bet that these scientist-people were following someone else's orders?” he asked lightly, poking a few tendrils further into the cage, “Or... not.” he said, realizing again that it was a cage, “Do you think they were the ones in the cage, though, or out of the cage?”
It had probably ended badly either way.
HP: 30/50 Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6-2
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Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Normal Shaun Vine Shaun Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Vine Shaun is what you would expect – slender and vine-y with very little mass. Even as this, he is a show off, highly social, and more than a little dramatic...
"Yeah, they probably were doing this for someone. I guess it's a matter of whether or not their superiors had this in mind. Or if they too had good intentions."
It was really hard to tell. He could only hope that they didn't actually want this to happen.
"As for the echos... I think... they may have been in the cage. As disturbing as that is to think."
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
“Yeah, that's pretty disturbing.” said Shaun, “And if they volunteered for this... I don't know if I'd volunteer to be in a cage.” Which may have been a dig at the warden. Or it might not have been. It was hard to say, with how he was feeling at that moment. Which was, decidedly, odd.
HP: 25/50 Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6-2
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Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Normal Shaun Vine Shaun Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Vine Shaun is what you would expect – slender and vine-y with very little mass. Even as this, he is a show off, highly social, and more than a little dramatic...
If Magnus had eyebrows, he would have raised one at Shaun just then.
"Technically..." he started, but stopped himself. Instead, he just sort of shook his head to himself.
"Maybe something went wrong and they had to be put in the cage as a result. As ******** up as that sounds. Maybe they were the first to be infected... so the others tried to contain them. I don't know."
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Well, that made a disturbing amount of sense. “Maybe it was like one of those epidemic movies, where the scientist gets sick and locks themselves away to work on the cure...” Shaun regarded the cage quietly, “Except, well, guess they failed.” And he had watched movies, despite his sparse childhood. He just hadn't always... paid.
“You know, boss, you're handling this pretty well.” he commented, conversationally.
HP: 50/50 Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6-2
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Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Normal Shaun Vine Shaun Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Vine Shaun is what you would expect – slender and vine-y with very little mass. Even as this, he is a show off, highly social, and more than a little dramatic...
He was about to say more, but then he saw a child in a mask wearing green foliage.
"It is true, these are the children who did not make it to Neverland. Not all can join us in this final voyage. We were never meant to harm any, it is the rejection that hurts the most. When all understand us, then we can finally rest. This is our legacy.."
The Boss just sort of stopped, there. Before he could say anything else, the child had vanished.
"...Neverland? What?" he asked, "Did you see that too?"
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
