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Natural Selection Arc

Lost Haven Center for Disease Control and Prevention

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Gabriel watched the process of getting Miss Desdemona prepped for transport with some wariness. Not for himself, obviously- he was a reasonably safe distance away, observing through his AEGIS. He'd felt bad about bugging the CDC, but he needed to extend his reach as far as possible. And considering metagenesis was often mistaken for illness in the early stages, this seemed like a safe bet for observation. Still, back to the issue at hand. While she was sedated for now, it was likely that Racheli's condition- depending greatly on how far it had progressed- would allow her to remain so for long. Best to keep a close eye on her, just in case.

and perhaps, to inform certain other interested parties on the status of our mutual friend?

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at Daedalus' interjection. Are we sure that's necessary? I've updated her rather recently.

true, but she is being moved to a different facility rather soon. suppose, illogical as it might be, she tried to come visit, or, as is more likely, inquired as to her status here, only to find she'd already left. she would not be pleased with us, i fear. i dare say she would try and bisect us with that sword of hers. again.

Gabriel winced. Point taken. Link to her cell signal and leave this message: "Racheli is being moved to another CDC location, more remote, more secure. I will keep you posted on the details as I know them. Sincerely... Icarus.

acknowledged. would it not be more prudent to use your real name, however?

Icarus is the name she knows us best by, but... you do what seems more effective. I trust your judgement. Also, link up to Jacob's number. We need to finish our discussion from earlier.

acknowledged.

Jacob... whatever his last name had happened to be. Strange that he should miss it, given the professor's... unique condition. He'd definitely have to give that subject more examination consideration after he made sure Rach made it to her destination. The call rang twice before picking up.

"Hello, Jacob. It's Dr. Cole. I'd like to continue our discussion from earlier in the week. Could you meet me at the Lost Haven Center for Disease Control and Prevention?"

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It's called a writing intensive course. And it is awful.

Persona - The True Self

Frikkin' double post...

Persona - The True Self

Okay, now I've officially been kidnapped.

Sorry for the wait.

Persona - The True Self

Mako Moritomi//Star Drop Cafe

Saturday, June 27, 2015

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Mako stared at the notebook in his hands, feeling conflicted. Precious few of the pages had been filled up with what could only generously be called, "findings" on the nature of the kidnappings taking place in the city. He'd made connections, tangents, written down suspicions and whatever semi-pertinent information he could compile, but trying to connect it in a meaningful way was an exercise in frustration, not to mention it just made him look like a crazy conspiracy theorist. He had his hunches, his theories, but that was really about it. Nothing that would force anyone he confronted to tell the truth, anyway.

Of course, perhaps that's the problem, he thought to himself. Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way. It's not like I've tried asking directly yet.

It was a risky proposition, with few guarantees of getting any legitimate answers, but it would be better than nothing. Certainly better than his rather non-productive sleuthing. If he was turned down or misled, it wasn't like he was losing anything, anyway- he still had all the information he'd already acquired. And even being denied could have beneficial information for him, depending on how the person he asked reacted. He nodded to himself.

So, it's a plan, then. I find someone that I suspect is operating with the group, and ask them straight. Preferably someone who's been involved for a decent amount of time- Rui or Sa-- erm. Someone. Someone else.

He rolled his eyes at his foolishness before rising, fishing for his wallet in order to pay for his coffee, when something outside caught his eye. A movement, unnatural and violent. And then there were people in masks walking through the front door. And then they pulled out a variety of bludgeoning implements and other nasty-looking devices, someone threw a punch, and chaos ensued.

Two of them noticed Mako looking rather dumbstruck, and leapt for him. Instinct took over as the shocked look fell from Mako's face. His fists clenched.

His elbow flew into the face of the man on Mako's left, and judging by the sound and feeling coming from underneath the mask, something had been very broken. He turned smoothly, driving a fist into the gut of the person on the right, luxuriating in the pained gasp that escaped their mouth before whipping a forearm across the side of their head, sending them careening to the ground. His vision went red as the last logical part of his mind questioned why these idiots were attacking in broad daylight silenced itself. The logic didn't matter at this point. These were enemies. They were trying to hurt people. He would hurt them back.

Arms attempted to grab him from behind, and Mako reacted, his head whipping back, the back of his head colliding with the man's masked face again, eliciting a fresh cry of pain, before he sent an elbow smashing into his solar plexus. By this point, some of the others had noticed Mako making a nuisance of himself, and were moving toward him with cautious determination. Mako grimaced- even being skilled, the advantage in numbers would be his downfall at some point. He grit his teeth.

Fine, then. You want me? I'll make you work for it.

He ducked under the swinging baton of one of the kidnappers, driving his shoulder into the man's gut and throwing him back into a collection of chairs and tables. He then winced as he felt a hard blow across his shoulder blades, before a hand holding a cloth moved into his field of vision, reaching for his face. He threw himself backwards, backhanding the offending cultist across the face and trying to backpedal, trying to find a wall he could put his back to, to keep anyone from sneaking up on him.

No such luck. Another blow came to his right side- that was going to bruise. He turned, seeing the kidnapper rearing back with his baton for another blow. Mako caught the man's wrist as it descended, twisting hard, grinning savagely at the now-thoroughly abused man's cry of anguish before wresting the baton from his grip and beating him across the face with it. He didn't waste time seeing the bastard fall, leaping over him toward the other kidnapper coming to back up his partner, bringing the baton down savagely, smashing into his shoulder. Mako raised the baton again, sending a smashing blow to the man's side, and again, and again, beating the man senseless. He raised his arm for another strike--

And felt one smashing into the back of his head, sending his vision sideways. Before he could recover, a fist slammed into his gut, forcing his breath from him in a wheeze. He couldn't really see, disoriented as it was, but he could feel it as the kidnappers still standing smashed into him, shoving him up against the wall and pinning him. He struggled, but it was little use- he was still reeling from the blow to his head.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Quick, before he gets loose again!"

He heard the voice rasping in his ear, before a rough cloth was pressed up against his mouth and nose, the chemical it was soaked in making his head swim further.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK!! No!! I can't... you can't... I have... to...

The color was rapidly draining from the world, his vision going dark as his struggling began to cease. As the darkness closed in, he laughed ruefully to himself.

I guess I'll see... whether or not I'm right... one way or another.

...Guys.

...Please.

...Come... find me...

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Silas clenched his teeth at the short shrift he was getting from his supposed allies. Firstly was the child, acting as though his warning was unwarranted, and muttering insults and epithets about him under his breath. Then, it was the mage, acting as though Silas was somehow insulting or imposing upon him by trying to strike up conversation. And then he was insulting him, as well. Not a fantastic start. And then the mage had to go and needlessly antagonize the children. Even he'd had more tact when dealing with them. This was not at all turning out how he expected it to, in all the wrong ways.

He growled, and turned to give the both of these upstarts what for, when the woman- the Demon Hunter- decided to throw her two cents in. Unfortunately for Silas, her words had a point. He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. She was right, of course- needlessly engaging in vitriol was counterproductive to their efforts. And he hadn't exactly shown the proper respect earlier, either, considering the Huntress' words.

"Yes... yes, you're right. I apologize, you are correct- it has been a long time since I've had to deal with any but my own. But then, I suppose that distinction doesn't apply to you all, anymore. We are allies, are we not?" He turned toward the door on the left, seeing as the boy had gone over to the door on the right. He turned toward the other member of their party- the young girl- and nodded over to the door.

"We should investigate further. Would you care to accompany me?"

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Working on a post right now.

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I am posting this for the sole purpose of taking post #666.

I am playing a Demon, after all :>

@kapuchu

Well. Color me impressed. Congratulations.

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@Zarkun Fixed. Thanks.

@ProPro That is indeed a good point, isn't it? How old was Akoni when he stole the tome, again?

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Silas took a deep breath of the musty air in the room, savoring it. He'd been rather disappointed in the "library" he'd found in the Citadel, so when he heard he was assigned to this mission to another, fully-intact (if long abandoned) library, he'd been cautiously hopeful that he could find something to spruce up their sad excuse of a repository. He wasn't disappointed, thankfully- the place was enormous, and full of scrolls. He almost salivated at the amount of knowledge stored here, some of it even predating humanity. The things he could learn...

That was his favorite aspect of his agelessness- plenty of time to read. He quirked his head toward the boy in the hoodie as he called for attention, suggesting that they take some of the works back with them to the Citadel. Silas scoffed to himself. I believe we are a step ahead of you there, child. He was about to open his mouth to respond to the boy's sentiment when he jammed the tome in his hands into his pocket, most unceremoniously at that. Silas' mouth quirked in frustration. It would be a pity if that document had survived millennia in this library, only to be destroyed by carelessness now. Especially since it would then be his moral duty to maim or perhaps kill the whelp as punishment for destroying a piece of history.

"Have a care with these documents, child. They're older than you, the mage, or even I am. Possibly older than humanity itself. Such a thing deserves respect, does it not?" He turned then, ignoring any retort the boy might have, and walked over to said elderly-looking mage. Silas took a moment to remind himself that, despite being at least twice as old as the man, his appearance did not reflect such a thing, and resolved to tone down the "enlightened Sage" persona, so as to not appear patronizing. How irritating- angels were not nearly so complicated to deal with.

He walked over to the man, eyes already gliding over the text of the scrolls that he was levitating before him. Silas' eyebrow quirked in mild surprise as he read the scroll.

"Enochian," he said, indicating the floating scroll. "It appears my hypothesis was correct- this location is beyond ancient. A suitable find for scholars such as ourselves, no?"

He hadn't talked with the mage much. It seemed that he was avoiding Silas, for some unfathomable reason. Probably just his reputation as a result of dealing with Hierarchy agents on a regular basis. However, given the zeal in which the old man had guarded the strewn-about tomes in their library, he believed him to be a fellow pursuer of knowledge. A worthy pursuit, and therefore the mage was deemed worthy of his time.

Strange... he seemed familiar somehow... Silas shook his head- it was probably nothing. He had more important things to worry about. He glanced at the scroll again.

"This will be complicated, slightly, depending on the organization method the makers of this library used. Where would you suggest we look, in order to find knowledge about the Seals?"