Well-removed from any risk of intrusion purposeful or otherwise, an observation room faces a sparsely furnished room comparable in size to a large storage shed. It was noticeably reinforced, being lined with quarter-inch thick steel paneling, with the only way in or out of the space being through the observation deck. Within the large room, cameras and speakers had been set up in the corners of the ceiling and guarded with thick shatterproof glass, a simple bed sits in one of the far corners and an open shower with a floor drain in the other. There was an almost invisible double-door on the far side, leading to another room fully equipped to serve as an infirmary as well as a surgical suite, clearly top of the line in its equipment and whatever was meant to be conducted here was obviously something to be kept classified.
[AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL] -HEADMASTER AURTROX AP KRAYETH -ZAFFRE AZELHEART -HEADMISTRESS AURELIA HAYES -JULES E. MAXIM -EXITUS VICKERS
「 Ḅeacộn Âcademy Ḩeadmastέr 」 "The failures of one's past do not exist..." ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀
Aurtrox sat in the middle seat in the front row of the observation room. He awaited the arrival of Aurelia Hayes. His Deputy and friend. As he did so he looked down into the room at the man, no, the creature that was in his custody. He was well known for being a man of strange tastes. He collected many things, but not often did he collect mentally unstable entities. He was curious about this one though. Part of him wondered how Aurelia would react, but she was used to his more shady enterprises by now. This one wasn't legal, but it also wasn't something that could be used against him. This was a secure facility that nobody could enter. And if they did, it might just self destruct with all evidence inside. It would look like a chemical explosion due to the laboratory just above it. Aurtrox had already hired a renown psychologist to work on the creature. He hoped to make him better, bit whole, but better. "Oh my poor soul..." Aurtrox said as he looked down in pity. "I may be able to restore you. I may not. But I know one thing for certain... You will become useful to me."
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Symbol Bank V.1
ą α ß Ь c đ ∂ ε є é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ g Ħ ħ н ι J k ℓ м η ø σ p q я § τ u v ω x y z α ā ą в ς ɗ δ đ ɛ є ԍ ɦ ң н ϊ ί ι κ ℓ ʟ м и η σ ρ þ Ǭ⒬ҩǭqℚⓠя ₮ τ ü ŭ ω ұτ σ ω η ε ş ι м α к э v є н к и я ц ღ η ү ℓ ƒ с δ ρ — ъ ғ ш ψ ί п Á á Ć ć É é Í í Ĺ ĺ Ń ń Ó ó Ŕ ŕ Ś ś Ú ú Ý ý Ź ź À à È è Ì ì Ò ò Ù ù  â Ĉ ĉ Ê ê Ĝ ĝ Ĥ ĥ Î î Ĵ ĵ Ô ô Ŝ ŝ Û û Ŵ ŵ Ŷ ŷ Ä ä Ë ë Ï ï Ö ö Ü ü Ÿ ÿ ß Ã ã Ẽ ẽ Ĩ ĩ Ñ ñ Õ õ Ũ ũ Ỹ ỹ Ç ç Ģ ģ Ķ ķ Ļ ļ Ņ ņ Ŗ ŗ Ş ş Ţ ţ Đ đ Ů ů Ǎ ǎ Č č Ď ď Ě ě Ǐ ǐ Ľ ľ Ň ň Ǒ ǒ Ř ř Š š Ť ť Ǔ ǔ Ž ž Ā ā Ē ē Ī ī Ō ō Ū ū ǖ ǘ ǚ ǜ Ă ă Ĕ ĕ Ğ ğ Ĭ ĭ Ŏ ŏ Ŭ ŭ Ċ ċ Ė ė Ġ ġ İ ı Ż ż Ą ą Ę ę Į į Ų ų Ł ł Ő ő Ű ű Ŀ ŀ Ħ ħ Ð ð Þ þ Œ œ Æ æ Ø ø Å å Ə əΆ ά Έ έ Ή ή Ί ί Ό ό Ύ ύ Ώ ώ Α α Β β Γ γ Δ δ Ε ε Ζ ζ Η η Θ θ Ι ι Κ κ Λ λ Μ μ Ν ν Ξ ξ Ο ο Π π Ρ ρ Σ σ ς Τ τ Υ υ Φ φ Χ χ Ψ ψ Ω ω Б б В в Г г Ґ ґ Ѓ ѓ Д д Ђ ђ Е е Ё ё Є є Ж ж З з Ѕ ѕ И и І і Ї ї Й й Ј ј К к Ќ ќ Л л Љ љ М м Н н Њ њ О о П п Р р С с Т т Ћ ћ У у Ў ў Ф ф Х х Ц ц Ч ч Џ џ Ш ш Щ щ Ъ ъ Ы ы Ь ь Э э Ю ю Я я ą α ß β Ь c Ð đ ∂ ε є э é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ ġ Ħ ħ н ι į ї J k ℓ м η ø σ φ p q я ѓ § Ş τ † ů v ω x y zkōhai
Healing Points: 12/20 Minor Wounds[8/8]: x Major Wounds[2/2]: x Grievous Wounds[0/0]: x Fatal Wounds[0/0]: x Currently Healing: x
Level: 0 Post Count: 10
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Nachthaut was currently standing out in the middle of his room, still drowsy from the powerful sedatives used to keep him under for surgery and transport. He wasn't aware of exactly where he was, that made him tense and fearful. He had recently escaped one hell, this had better not be another one! Lumbering cautiously around, he soon found one of the walls and smashed a tight fist against it. The cold metal gave an unwavering thud in response, to which he snarled back in frustration with another few hits. Finding that way fruitless, he roared out angrily with one last blow as hard as he could before meandering back around the room until he stumbled against a strange box-like thing on the floor.
Pushing his foot on top of it, it gave a bit...What was this thing? It was soft, and it felt better against his foot than the cold hard paneling, but there was something covering it too as his foot dragged off of the mysterious boxy thing. Leaning down to snatch it up, he lightly beat the long soft sheet with his other hand before wadding it up and unceremoniously throwing it back down on the box.
Moving around yet again, his feet skid over a weird surface full of holes, and cold water rushed down over him. The hiss of the pipes opened scared him more than the sudden water to be honest, as he stumbled back away with a confused growl and a swat of his arms at the water falling before it cut off. On edge, he shook his body much like an animal would to get the water off before inching back onto the drain grate and back off as the water hit him again with a growl. He didn't like this corner, not one bit.
Moving back to explore the rest of the metal room, he didn't find anything else of interest, so he squat down to rest on his haunches back near the weird box thing and the soft sheet, trying to figure out just what they were for.
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┏━━━━━━━━┓ Aurelia Hayes ┗━━━━━━━━┛ ✬Deputy Head Mistress of Beacon Academy✬ Shadow Education Minister✬
Thuds reverberated down the hall as Aurelia approached the room. What had he done now? There was no point in trying to prepare herself. When it came to Aurtrox, anything could be through those doors. Saviour, or architect of chaos, she hadn't decided. She pulled open the door to the observation room and found Aurtrox staring intently into the room beyond, plotting how he could use some new chess piece that he had acquired. Despite expecting the unexpected, she still found the newest addition to his collection shocking. Not a Grimm or a captured enemy of some kind, but a creature unlike any she had seen before. "What have you done now?" She asked, sounding resigned, speaking her early thought out loud while the creature tested out her shower. Evidently being clean wasn't to its liking.
Post Count: 152+1 Bonded: Aurtrox Ap Krayeth Empathy: Passive (1.5 meters) / Active (0/4 use 0/4 CD 10 meter range) Mind Reading: Passive (Skin contact) / Active (0/4 use 0/8 CD 10 meter Range) Mind Link: Inactive / Active (0/6 use 0/6 CD 20 meter range)
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Aurtrox swould turn to Aurelia when she entered with a grim smile. "Aurelia dear! Glad you could make it so swiftly." Aurtrox said as if nothing was odd or unusual about the situation. "I have a new toy, and it doesn't seem to be very vocal..." Did he need to explain more? He let Aurelia read his every thought in the moment. He had this new creature, and he wanted to communicate to it. Something Aurelia was more than capable of doing if she chose too. He shot her a look of enthusiasm and curiosity. She might be a bit repulsed by the creature, but surely she would be curious as well he thought.
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ą α ß Ь c đ ∂ ε є é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ g Ħ ħ н ι J k ℓ м η ø σ p q я § τ u v ω x y z α ā ą в ς ɗ δ đ ɛ є ԍ ɦ ң н ϊ ί ι κ ℓ ʟ м и η σ ρ þ Ǭ⒬ҩǭqℚⓠя ₮ τ ü ŭ ω ұτ σ ω η ε ş ι м α к э v є н к и я ц ღ η ү ℓ ƒ с δ ρ — ъ ғ ш ψ ί п Á á Ć ć É é Í í Ĺ ĺ Ń ń Ó ó Ŕ ŕ Ś ś Ú ú Ý ý Ź ź À à È è Ì ì Ò ò Ù ù  â Ĉ ĉ Ê ê Ĝ ĝ Ĥ ĥ Î î Ĵ ĵ Ô ô Ŝ ŝ Û û Ŵ ŵ Ŷ ŷ Ä ä Ë ë Ï ï Ö ö Ü ü Ÿ ÿ ß Ã ã Ẽ ẽ Ĩ ĩ Ñ ñ Õ õ Ũ ũ Ỹ ỹ Ç ç Ģ ģ Ķ ķ Ļ ļ Ņ ņ Ŗ ŗ Ş ş Ţ ţ Đ đ Ů ů Ǎ ǎ Č č Ď ď Ě ě Ǐ ǐ Ľ ľ Ň ň Ǒ ǒ Ř ř Š š Ť ť Ǔ ǔ Ž ž Ā ā Ē ē Ī ī Ō ō Ū ū ǖ ǘ ǚ ǜ Ă ă Ĕ ĕ Ğ ğ Ĭ ĭ Ŏ ŏ Ŭ ŭ Ċ ċ Ė ė Ġ ġ İ ı Ż ż Ą ą Ę ę Į į Ų ų Ł ł Ő ő Ű ű Ŀ ŀ Ħ ħ Ð ð Þ þ Œ œ Æ æ Ø ø Å å Ə əΆ ά Έ έ Ή ή Ί ί Ό ό Ύ ύ Ώ ώ Α α Β β Γ γ Δ δ Ε ε Ζ ζ Η η Θ θ Ι ι Κ κ Λ λ Μ μ Ν ν Ξ ξ Ο ο Π π Ρ ρ Σ σ ς Τ τ Υ υ Φ φ Χ χ Ψ ψ Ω ω Б б В в Г г Ґ ґ Ѓ ѓ Д д Ђ ђ Е е Ё ё Є є Ж ж З з Ѕ ѕ И и І і Ї ї Й й Ј ј К к Ќ ќ Л л Љ љ М м Н н Њ њ О о П п Р р С с Т т Ћ ћ У у Ў ў Ф ф Х х Ц ц Ч ч Џ џ Ш ш Щ щ Ъ ъ Ы ы Ь ь Э э Ю ю Я я ą α ß β Ь c Ð đ ∂ ε є э é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ ġ Ħ ħ н ι į ї J k ℓ м η ø σ φ p q я ѓ § Ş τ † ů v ω x y zkōhai
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┏━━━━━━━━┓ Aurelia Hayes ┗━━━━━━━━┛ ✬Deputy Head Mistress of Beacon Academy✬ Shadow Education Minister✬
Aurelia wasn't repulsed by the creature, but rather felt a sense of pity. Unless she was mistaken, it would have even less say in its future than most of them. "Where did you get it?" She asked, knowing there was only a 50/50 chance she'd get an answer. Activating her semblance, Aurelia mentally reached out for the creature's mind. After a moment she said, "It wants to know what the bed is for." The thoughts weren't so direct as that. Images of the sheets and mattress, coupled with a strong sense of curiosity. Then again, most people could probably guess that much just by looking at the creature staring so intently at the bed. Interestingly enough, it didn't seem distressed about its current confinement. What history did it have?
Post Count: 152+2 Bonded: Aurtrox Ap Krayeth Empathy: Passive (1.5 meters) / Active (0/4 use 0/4 CD 10 meter range) Mind Reading: Passive (Skin contact) / Active (0/4 use 0/8 CD 10 meter Range) Mind Link: Inactive / Active (0/6 use 0/6 CD 20 meter range)
Healing Points: 13/20 Minor Wounds[8/8]: x Major Wounds[2/2]: x Grievous Wounds[0/0]: x Fatal Wounds[0/0]: x Currently Healing: x
Level: 0 Post Count: 11
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The bed could only hold his attention for so long, and with a dismissive snarl Nachthaut wadded up the sheet and threw it back down. Starting to finally get the last of the sedative out of his system, he stood back up and wandered about the metal room as his mind raced in frenzy trying to recall just what had happened. If Aurelia was still reading his mind, she'd experience fragments of the recent days that were fresh in his memory, unclear and broken: The attack of Grimm on the makeshift camp where he and his comrades slept, various grunts and screams and the sounds of fighting, deaths and a narrow escape in the chaos, encountering Eszter and coming to...he didn't know where, and hearing Aurtrox remark about him before the stream led nowhere else. One word that kept popping up amidst all that was Nachthaut, and it was always followed by a response of growls or roars like what he could be heard doing earlier. Surely, it had to be some kind of name for him, but they'd only find out if they used the intercom to talk to him.
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"Let's just say it was donated to me." Aurtrox said as dodging the question a bit, but it did reveal that someone had passed it onto him. He had many connections, and they sometimes produced oddities such as this. "The bed? Seems we have to get him used to basic objects in the real world. I will have him put on a discovery schedule where objects are taught to him throughout each day." He would have to be slow at first, but it should expand exponentially with time."Maybe you can see if he has a name? He must respond to something I would assume." Aurtrox pressed Aurelia. Her ability was unique, and likely she was the only one capable of discovering this for a long time. His eyes drifted to the door. He expected another guest soon.
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ą α ß Ь c đ ∂ ε є é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ g Ħ ħ н ι J k ℓ м η ø σ p q я § τ u v ω x y z α ā ą в ς ɗ δ đ ɛ є ԍ ɦ ң н ϊ ί ι κ ℓ ʟ м и η σ ρ þ Ǭ⒬ҩǭqℚⓠя ₮ τ ü ŭ ω ұτ σ ω η ε ş ι м α к э v є н к и я ц ღ η ү ℓ ƒ с δ ρ — ъ ғ ш ψ ί п Á á Ć ć É é Í í Ĺ ĺ Ń ń Ó ó Ŕ ŕ Ś ś Ú ú Ý ý Ź ź À à È è Ì ì Ò ò Ù ù  â Ĉ ĉ Ê ê Ĝ ĝ Ĥ ĥ Î î Ĵ ĵ Ô ô Ŝ ŝ Û û Ŵ ŵ Ŷ ŷ Ä ä Ë ë Ï ï Ö ö Ü ü Ÿ ÿ ß Ã ã Ẽ ẽ Ĩ ĩ Ñ ñ Õ õ Ũ ũ Ỹ ỹ Ç ç Ģ ģ Ķ ķ Ļ ļ Ņ ņ Ŗ ŗ Ş ş Ţ ţ Đ đ Ů ů Ǎ ǎ Č č Ď ď Ě ě Ǐ ǐ Ľ ľ Ň ň Ǒ ǒ Ř ř Š š Ť ť Ǔ ǔ Ž ž Ā ā Ē ē Ī ī Ō ō Ū ū ǖ ǘ ǚ ǜ Ă ă Ĕ ĕ Ğ ğ Ĭ ĭ Ŏ ŏ Ŭ ŭ Ċ ċ Ė ė Ġ ġ İ ı Ż ż Ą ą Ę ę Į į Ų ų Ł ł Ő ő Ű ű Ŀ ŀ Ħ ħ Ð ð Þ þ Œ œ Æ æ Ø ø Å å Ə əΆ ά Έ έ Ή ή Ί ί Ό ό Ύ ύ Ώ ώ Α α Β β Γ γ Δ δ Ε ε Ζ ζ Η η Θ θ Ι ι Κ κ Λ λ Μ μ Ν ν Ξ ξ Ο ο Π π Ρ ρ Σ σ ς Τ τ Υ υ Φ φ Χ χ Ψ ψ Ω ω Б б В в Г г Ґ ґ Ѓ ѓ Д д Ђ ђ Е е Ё ё Є є Ж ж З з Ѕ ѕ И и І і Ї ї Й й Ј ј К к Ќ ќ Л л Љ љ М м Н н Њ њ О о П п Р р С с Т т Ћ ћ У у Ў ў Ф ф Х х Ц ц Ч ч Џ џ Ш ш Щ щ Ъ ъ Ы ы Ь ь Э э Ю ю Я я ą α ß β Ь c Ð đ ∂ ε є э é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ ġ Ħ ħ н ι į ї J k ℓ м η ø σ φ p q я ѓ § Ş τ † ů v ω x y zkōhai
tab Jules had departed his afternoon class with Professor Geremald after having finished his fifth rifle reconstruction, He'd tried to be as fast and as accurate as possible so that he wouldn't be late for the meeting the Headmaster had called him to in a room on one of the lower levels of the academy. As he descended towards the room, he found the number of students dropped off exponentially, until he was in the right hall, directly below the chemistry lab. A little weirded out by how devoid of people this part of the Academy was, Jules proceeded with caution until he found the room in question. The door appeared to have a scanner lock on it meant to be used with a scroll's ID functionality. Jules took out his scroll and presented it to the lock. After a few moments, it opened and he cautiously stepped inside, seeing Headmaster Aurtrox, and a woman he believed must be Headmistress Aurelia. Jules was a bit concerned about the whole situation before speaking up. "Apologies, Did I interrupt anything? I got a message telling me to come here after my classes, but if this is a bad time I can come back later?" Initially he'd been quite eager to meet with the headmaster again and show him the working designs for the proposed high-altitude sleeping structures. However, now he felt quite concerned and a little frightened of the situation. Something about this was raising the hairs on the back of his neck, and the nervous feeling was causing his cybernetic arm to sort of lock in a clenched state for the time being. At this time, Jules had not gotten close enough to the observation glass to spot Nachthaut. x x x x
┏━━━━━━━━┓ Aurelia Hayes ┗━━━━━━━━┛ ✬Deputy Head Mistress of Beacon Academy✬ Shadow Education Minister✬
Images flashed through her mind, or rather, the creature's mind. It felt like they were flashing through her mind though. Losing herself was one of the risks of her semblance. "It was sleeping in a camp with some companions...humans I think. There was an attack...." The sounds of shouts, screams and fighting filled her ears. 'Nachthaut, wake up' someone yelled. The creature growled and bolted upright. The sounds of growls and roars were all too familiar. "Grimm...." Memories of the blind was certainly a different experience, but as the creature knew it was Grimm, so too did Aurelia. The smells of death filled its nose, both human and the ash of Grimm. 'Nachthaut!!' There was a sense of belonging in that word. A regretfulness as it ran. Somehow it navigated the trees, though Aurelia/Nachthaut couldn't see it was as confident as anyone else running. "It escaped the Grimm, but encountered another....a female who knocked him out...." The voice was familiar to Aurelia. Though she didn't benefit from perfect pitch, she did have a photographic memory. "Eszter? Then it heard you." It might not recognize Aurtrox voice, but Aurelia certainly did. "I think its name is Nachthaut." It wasn't any sort of name she was familiar with, but the feeling of belonging and familiarises with it said it must be.
Just as she finished a voice spoke up behind her. She turned to see young Mr. Maxim, a curious individual who came at the recommendation of one of the council members. With a raised eyebrow, she directed a single thought at Aurtrox. 'Why is there a student here?'
Post Count: 152+3 Bonded: Aurtrox Ap Krayeth Empathy: Passive (1.5 meters) / Active (0/4 use 0/4 CD 10 meter range) Mind Reading: Passive (Skin contact) / Active (2/4 use 0/8 CD 10 meter Range) Mind Link: Inactive / Active (0/6 use 0/6 CD 20 meter range)
「 Ḅeacộn Âcademy Ḩeadmastέr 」 "The failures of one's past do not exist..." ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀
Aurtrox listened to Aurelia with great detail."A strange story." Aurtrox said. This creature at least had a name. "Nachthaut.. Nacht for short, or Nachty." Only he would give a nickname so casually. "Ezster, a former graduate who was employed by the now presumably deceased council member, Virulent, was the one who turned him over to me. She has gone missing and is also presumably deceased." The way he said that almost sounded like Nacht killed them, which led to his next remark: "Ezster, died after Nachty was in my custody, but there is a chance he is connected to Virulent's death I suppose. However small."
Just then the door opened. "Jukes!" Aurtrox said, turning to see one of beacon's newest additions. "This is a great time! Come in, come in." He would smile devilishly, knowing that Jules couldn't see what was below them yet, but soon would see the grotesque form. Aurtrox heard Aurelia's thought projection and responded with his own 'Jules can be trusted. He's an atypical student with atypical usage.'
"There is a certain entity that needs your help, Jules. I don't know how to word it other than a restraint and control suit? Some sort of mechanism that allows us to slowly teach it without endangering others..." He was getting ahead of himself though. Jules had yet to see Nacht.
He motioned Jules forward to see the project at hand. Just as Jules was approaching he would also press a button on the wall that triggered a panel above to shift and a red ball to fall down and hit Nachty on the head. A toy. Except it was covered in sticky slime that would make it nigh impossible to get off without great effort. Little did Nachty know, there was a sensor inside the ball that would trigger more to fall down from above if he destroyed the other one. Three for each one destroyed.
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Symbol Bank V.1
ą α ß Ь c đ ∂ ε є é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ g Ħ ħ н ι J k ℓ м η ø σ p q я § τ u v ω x y z α ā ą в ς ɗ δ đ ɛ є ԍ ɦ ң н ϊ ί ι κ ℓ ʟ м и η σ ρ þ Ǭ⒬ҩǭqℚⓠя ₮ τ ü ŭ ω ұτ σ ω η ε ş ι м α к э v є н к и я ц ღ η ү ℓ ƒ с δ ρ — ъ ғ ш ψ ί п Á á Ć ć É é Í í Ĺ ĺ Ń ń Ó ó Ŕ ŕ Ś ś Ú ú Ý ý Ź ź À à È è Ì ì Ò ò Ù ù  â Ĉ ĉ Ê ê Ĝ ĝ Ĥ ĥ Î î Ĵ ĵ Ô ô Ŝ ŝ Û û Ŵ ŵ Ŷ ŷ Ä ä Ë ë Ï ï Ö ö Ü ü Ÿ ÿ ß Ã ã Ẽ ẽ Ĩ ĩ Ñ ñ Õ õ Ũ ũ Ỹ ỹ Ç ç Ģ ģ Ķ ķ Ļ ļ Ņ ņ Ŗ ŗ Ş ş Ţ ţ Đ đ Ů ů Ǎ ǎ Č č Ď ď Ě ě Ǐ ǐ Ľ ľ Ň ň Ǒ ǒ Ř ř Š š Ť ť Ǔ ǔ Ž ž Ā ā Ē ē Ī ī Ō ō Ū ū ǖ ǘ ǚ ǜ Ă ă Ĕ ĕ Ğ ğ Ĭ ĭ Ŏ ŏ Ŭ ŭ Ċ ċ Ė ė Ġ ġ İ ı Ż ż Ą ą Ę ę Į į Ų ų Ł ł Ő ő Ű ű Ŀ ŀ Ħ ħ Ð ð Þ þ Œ œ Æ æ Ø ø Å å Ə əΆ ά Έ έ Ή ή Ί ί Ό ό Ύ ύ Ώ ώ Α α Β β Γ γ Δ δ Ε ε Ζ ζ Η η Θ θ Ι ι Κ κ Λ λ Μ μ Ν ν Ξ ξ Ο ο Π π Ρ ρ Σ σ ς Τ τ Υ υ Φ φ Χ χ Ψ ψ Ω ω Б б В в Г г Ґ ґ Ѓ ѓ Д д Ђ ђ Е е Ё ё Є є Ж ж З з Ѕ ѕ И и І і Ї ї Й й Ј ј К к Ќ ќ Л л Љ љ М м Н н Њ њ О о П п Р р С с Т т Ћ ћ У у Ў ў Ф ф Х х Ц ц Ч ч Џ џ Ш ш Щ щ Ъ ъ Ы ы Ь ь Э э Ю ю Я я ą α ß β Ь c Ð đ ∂ ε є э é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ ġ Ħ ħ н ι į ї J k ℓ м η ø σ φ p q я ѓ § Ş τ † ů v ω x y zkōhai
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2021 1:58 pm
"Nachthaut" The Grimm Walker
Healing Points: 13/20 Minor Wounds[8/8]: x Major Wounds[2/2]: x Grievous Wounds[0/0]: x Fatal Wounds[0/0]: x Currently Healing: x
Level: 0 Post Count: 19
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Nachthaut had been doing his own things in his own space, unaware of the conversation of the trio watching him, when he heard a panel slide above, tilting his head up to 'look' at the noise. He was greeted by a slimy orb against his face, and with a growl gripped in hard to try and pull it off. A disgusting noise shlurked as the plastic ball peeled off the now wet fabric that covered his head. Trying to drop the strange round thing, it wouldn't drop. Even with a forceful shake, it stuck to his hand, and even with wild thrashing and swinging of his arm, it was firmly stuck. Smashing it against the floor, it exploded what seemed to be effortlessly, then more sliding above and three more stuck to the back of his head and each of his shoulders. Growling loudly and thrashing to try and get them off, he stumbled about the room in a frenzy.
tab Jules had been quite apprehensive, but on reassurance from the headmaster, he entered and approached. Though as Aurtrox spoke as to what sort of task he had in mind, the young Maxim became a bit confused. Entity? Containment suit? What exactly was he to make all this for? And then Aurtrox turned his attention towards a large viewscreen, revealing what, initially, looked like a Grimm. Immediately after, however, Jules realized that it wasn't a Grimm, it was a living thing, though it clearly had received some truly wretched treatment. Jules' cybernetic eye immediately worked in conjunction with his brain to produce a readable list of plausible specs necessary for this 'containment suit', the list running through Jules' artificial field of vision as a projection of sorts only he could visualize. However, as Jules reconfirmed these numbers, he immediately backed up, almost to the wall. "The current containment parameters you have in place for..." Jules paused a moment before continuing. "Him. Are insufficient. Probability dictates, based on his current response and the number of those spheres that release automatically, that within a minute he will end up smashing through this view-screen in his attempts to dislodge the spheres from his exterior." Jules then turned his attention away from the glass and back to Aurtrox in question. He then produced his notebook, flipping back through various designs... grenades for hardstone dispersal... the high altitude low weight cots for trees and cliffs, very basic designs for some form of customized transforming weapon... and then, Jules stopped on a particular page. :"Regarding your request. I had been making designs for a "Hardcase armor" prototype, armor for hunters that, when their aura breaks, locks down and acts as a barrier resistant to most if not all non-militarized weaponry. I could repurpose the define to be remote-activated so that you could simply press a button, and the suit would lockdown, harmlessly containing Him so that he doesn't hurt anyone and no one can hurt him... Though a design of that nature would take a fair bit of time. As a temporary solution, might I suggest a collar, it would work by the same remote activation system, but upon activation, it would inject small amounts of anesthetic to numb his body. It won't be as quick, but it should still do the trick. The problem with the injection system is it would require the collar to be "Reloaded" every time it has to be used. A secondary short-term solution, although I'd argue this would be even more resource-intensive. Would be a series of bands and bandoliers, one placed around each wrist, around the waist, two intersecting diagonally across the torso, one on each calf, and one on each ankle. These would be loaded with black gravity dust, and similarly remote activated. When activation occurs, the gravity dust is shattered, due to the distribution across the body, this would force him to the ground rapidly, with at worst, minor bone fractures around the aforementioned areas. Though this system would also require reloads after usage." With his explanations complete, along with a rapid and surprisingly detailed, almost blueprint-like, sketch of what the collar would look like and how it would function. Jules turned his attention back towards the glass while asking the headmaster and headmistress. Now drawing the bandolier system to the same detail, without even really needing to look. "Would any of these designs be sufficient for your purposes? Or should I reappraise the situation and come up with other solutions?" Jules didn't seem remotely bothered by this prospect, especially considering the fact he came up with three detailed, incredibly technical, and highly detailed potential solutions in the span of about thirty seconds.
┏━━━━━━━━┓ Aurelia Hayes ┗━━━━━━━━┛ ✬Deputy Head Mistress of Beacon Academy✬ Shadow Education Minister✬
Cold blue eyes focused on Jules, seeming to weigh and measure his very soul. If Aurtrox was wrong about the child...well there was nothing Aurelia could do about it now. "You take far too many risks." she thought back to him. Something she must have told him at least a thousand times by now, knowing he would continue to take such risks.
Speaking, or thinking, of risks as it were, she watched as a small red ball fell onto the creature's head. Aurelia raised an eyebrow at Aurtrox, which was the equivalent of another, more expressive person facepalming. She didn't relay the creature's thoughts as they were plain for all to see as it began thrashing around the room. Jules had made an error in backing towards the wall. Aurelia positioned herself so that Aurtrox was between herself and the window. With the air being nonchalant Aurelia pulled Shadowsong from her back and loaded it with lighting dust, causing the ends to crackle with energy. "A suit with both would be ideal I should think." The headmistress answered, speaking for the first time since Jules had entered the room. "Gravity dust to immediately stop Nachthaut in the event of imminent danger. General anesthetic in the event he cannot be calmed down by the time the gravity dust wears off and needs to be removed from the area." In for a penny, in for a pound.
Post Count: 152+4 Bonded: Aurtrox Ap Krayeth Empathy: Passive (1.5 meters) / Active (0/4 use 0/4 CD 10 meter range) Mind Reading: Passive (Skin contact) / Active (3/4 use 0/8 CD 10 meter Range) Mind Link: Inactive / Active (0/6 use 0/6 CD 20 meter range)
「 Ḅeacộn Âcademy Ḩeadmastέr 」 "The failures of one's past do not exist..." ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀
'I do not deny this, but we do live in risky times, my dear.' Aurtrox responded in thought to Aurelia.
Aurtrox grinned at the show Natchy was putting on for them. The purpose of which was to test his anger and frustration of course, and to display it for Jules so he could see what he had to work with. Jules read the situation well and made an assessment on how Natchy might be breaking through his containment room with the agitation of the sticky spheres. "Well then, you better get to work, and swiftly." Aurtrox said with a grim smile. Seemingly not caring if Natchy broke through. Jules of course worked faster than expected and immediately had pragmatic proposals. All of which seemed suitable to Aurtrox. Though Aurelia's bold statement of all options combined piqued his interest. "Any of those designs sound like they would work. In the end, could all of them be incorporated as Aurelia suggested? We don't know how Natchy operates and one design may fit his style more than another, even if less practical from a restraint point of view." They simply would need to begin the experiments. Aurtrox wanted to see this thing tossed into a fighting ring sooner rather than later. Even if it was the illegal fighting ring in the Darklight District. He was curious how Jules would react to the 'All' option."This room has some advanced controls. It is actually designed for prisoners of unknown powers and grimm. If you want to restrain Natchy you can do so easily in any number of different ways through this panel." Aurtrox showed the panel to Jules It was very complex, but nothing the boy couldn't handle. Anything from machines that shoot out various objects from the walls or ceiling could be deployed, the entire toom could even be filled with liquid to drown the subject if they wished. "You've been granted access to this room until your work with Natchy is complete. You'll be in charge of the combat experiments as well, Jules."
Was this too much to put on a new student? Not for Jules Aurtrox thought to himself. This is why the boy was brought on. Aurtrox tapped a few buttons on the panel and information of the Darklight District fight ring was sent to Jule's scroll. Alternate faux IDs were there with some funds and detailed instructions on how to access the fight ring without drawing attention. At the bottom was a note that Jules was allowed to bring his own team or recruit students to protect him while there and that this project would count as a mission towards graduation.
[OOC: MISSION: Project N; Containment & Combat]
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Symbol Bank V.1
ą α ß Ь c đ ∂ ε є é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ g Ħ ħ н ι J k ℓ м η ø σ p q я § τ u v ω x y z α ā ą в ς ɗ δ đ ɛ є ԍ ɦ ң н ϊ ί ι κ ℓ ʟ м и η σ ρ þ Ǭ⒬ҩǭqℚⓠя ₮ τ ü ŭ ω ұτ σ ω η ε ş ι м α к э v є н к и я ц ღ η ү ℓ ƒ с δ ρ — ъ ғ ш ψ ί п Á á Ć ć É é Í í Ĺ ĺ Ń ń Ó ó Ŕ ŕ Ś ś Ú ú Ý ý Ź ź À à È è Ì ì Ò ò Ù ù  â Ĉ ĉ Ê ê Ĝ ĝ Ĥ ĥ Î î Ĵ ĵ Ô ô Ŝ ŝ Û û Ŵ ŵ Ŷ ŷ Ä ä Ë ë Ï ï Ö ö Ü ü Ÿ ÿ ß Ã ã Ẽ ẽ Ĩ ĩ Ñ ñ Õ õ Ũ ũ Ỹ ỹ Ç ç Ģ ģ Ķ ķ Ļ ļ Ņ ņ Ŗ ŗ Ş ş Ţ ţ Đ đ Ů ů Ǎ ǎ Č č Ď ď Ě ě Ǐ ǐ Ľ ľ Ň ň Ǒ ǒ Ř ř Š š Ť ť Ǔ ǔ Ž ž Ā ā Ē ē Ī ī Ō ō Ū ū ǖ ǘ ǚ ǜ Ă ă Ĕ ĕ Ğ ğ Ĭ ĭ Ŏ ŏ Ŭ ŭ Ċ ċ Ė ė Ġ ġ İ ı Ż ż Ą ą Ę ę Į į Ų ų Ł ł Ő ő Ű ű Ŀ ŀ Ħ ħ Ð ð Þ þ Œ œ Æ æ Ø ø Å å Ə əΆ ά Έ έ Ή ή Ί ί Ό ό Ύ ύ Ώ ώ Α α Β β Γ γ Δ δ Ε ε Ζ ζ Η η Θ θ Ι ι Κ κ Λ λ Μ μ Ν ν Ξ ξ Ο ο Π π Ρ ρ Σ σ ς Τ τ Υ υ Φ φ Χ χ Ψ ψ Ω ω Б б В в Г г Ґ ґ Ѓ ѓ Д д Ђ ђ Е е Ё ё Є є Ж ж З з Ѕ ѕ И и І і Ї ї Й й Ј ј К к Ќ ќ Л л Љ љ М м Н н Њ њ О о П п Р р С с Т т Ћ ћ У у Ў ў Ф ф Х х Ц ц Ч ч Џ џ Ш ш Щ щ Ъ ъ Ы ы Ь ь Э э Ю ю Я я ą α ß β Ь c Ð đ ∂ ε є э é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ ġ Ħ ħ н ι į ї J k ℓ м η ø σ φ p q я ѓ § Ş τ † ů v ω x y zkōhai
