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Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
"It looks like you are already a hot market commodity, Assassin."
"It would seem so. Though what they need of us, I do not know."
The Servant who had met them was certainly a knight judging from his attire, though he could be wrong. No one needs the title of knight to wear armor after all. But the way he carried himself at least hints at some honor. The Master of that Servant was perhaps perturbed by the presence of Assassins amongst their ranks, perhaps because of the unsavory reputation Assassins tend to have. An Assassin doesn't need to be stronger than any other Servants after all, just patience and cunning to strike when one was unguarded and unaware. Well, perhaps he, Jekyll, did not need much opening, for if one was standing in hand's breadth of Jekyll when Hyde takes over, there would be scarce nothing that could stop Hyde from tearing one apart with his bare hands.
Jekyll, by now, had forgotten of his intent to tell his Master about his identity, and had instead opted to stay close to his master. Close enough to be able to deflect any threat, but far enough to appear nonchalant.
"I am... Walgrave. You are interested in, ahhhhh... entertaining my offer?"
It was an old gentleman, looking rather... tired. It was one word that could be used to describe him. Tired and old. He returned the greeting by the old man, smiling politely, giving no signs that he was slightly put off by the thick odor wafting from him. There was no need for him to answer, for that question appeared to have been directed at Richard.
She had long lost count of time ever since she entered that place. Memories before that was blurred, hidden beyond the veil of fog. Hazel had been living in that room for so long she had forgotten that 'outside' had existed. Indeed, she had no knowledge of how old she was either, for birthdays weren't exactly celebrated where she was contained, at least, not hers. There was a slight feeling of elation just barely rising through the constant drug-induced fog her mind was under, having rode an odd transparent vehicle for the first time.
Hazel placed a finger on the collar on her neck, tracing the glowing antler logo etched into it. She had woke up one morning, feeling calmer than she had ever did before, with the collar already on her neck. Like anyone who lives in a single room for a very long time, anything new was immediately investigated, and that was what she did. She had found out that it was relatively easy to take off, though she put it back on hastily once the voices started growing louder. That collar was, in her view, the strangest part of this whole ordeal. The cuffs she was in, the soldiers guarding them, and the overall tight security was something she had lived with for a long time, and thus 'normal' for her.
"Welcome to USARILN East," A woman greeted them, after being herded into a large room still chained together. "I am Director Lina Zhang, and from now on I'll play the role of guardian and prison warden to all of you. Generally, welcoming parties at three in the morning are rescheduled for seven in the morning to allow everyone time to sleep. But as I understand it, your convoy ran into some trouble along the way. I'm here to make sure this potential mishap hasn't given any of you thoughts on escaping."
After a long while of sitting in a room, going out only to do tests, examinations and the likes, she had been transferred to a new facility. Hazel knew not whether it means she was progressing somehow on the government's checklist, or whether this was still part of their experimentation.
In any case, she had no questions, nor anything she needed clarification with.
To others, she would seem polite if reserved, with never a harsh word, and manners immaculate. To those who knew her, they would find out she had no other emotions besides that. Her words were empty, her smile programmed and her manners automatic. A ghost living in an empty shell, she's constantly under a fog induced by drugs, to dampen her emotions and thus the frequency of her rampages. Her hair was styled to hide her eyes for this reason, for hers look lifeless, especially unnerving when she tried to put on any mask of emotion. The drug induced fog was not something forced upon her, but one she had taken voluntarily. She fears the clarity of her sharp mind, the memories of her burden, her shame. There was nothing she wouldn't do to forget her past, even for an instant.
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She was captured at a young age by the government, delirious and almost feral, having destroyed a large amount of property though with only small injuries caused by her directly. Interested in her capabilities as a bunker buster, she was taken in by the government, to try and harness her ability. They found out early on that it was hard to contain someone who destroys material with ease, so they had Hephaestus, who was also in that same underground facility she was in, design her room to be resistant to her attacks. She didn't exactly see much beyond her room, and what little she saw made little sense in her head.
They found out quickly she was exceptionally talented at destroying nonliving materials, but with the frequency of her rampages, she was hardly practical to use. However, after finding out she calmed down after every rampage, they have decided to make a sort of an obstacle course for her to run though, damping her need for violence. To further decrease her violent tendencies, she was put under some experimental drugs that induced a slight feeling of euphoria, though it clouded her mind so much the first time she remained motionless for the duration of the effect. They had perfected the drug to make it so she can still function regularly while under it, though it needed to be taken regularly, with which she was strangely cooperative.
While she was now stable in a sense of the word, it was decided she was to be released at USARILN East, for further experimentation, focusing mostly on socialization and to see how stable she can remain in a relatively normal human setting with multiple external influences. Before releasing her however, she was collared with something Hephaestus made when she was asleep, one designed to tone down her violent tendencies by suppressing her emotions every time she felt the need to rampage. Unfortunately, it also weakened her abilities, though it also weakens her Stigma's call. The collar itself is highly visible, bearing Hephaestus' stag horn symbol upon it.
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It is the ability to produce spatial displacement attacks in a range of 15m around her. While utilizing her abilities, her affected limbs turns transparent. Using this ability, she could punch an object in range and leave massive craters in the shape of her fists in it. For now, she could produce craters around 10x the size of her fists. Her limbs, while transparent, are incredibly easy to injure, with even a poke being able to produce a stab wound. However, if she tries to use this ability on the living, she won't displace any materials, but they would still take the full brunt of the heavy, wide-reaching impact from her attack.
Upgraded during an operation soon after she arrived at USARILN East. She had experienced a vision of sorts, one she would never tell anyone, and found she could create images of weapons to attack with, instead of just her bare hands. While the range remained the same, her attacks now have more variety to it.
Second upgrade after the operation. By now she could basically double the effect of her ability, with the projected attack being larger and more damaging than normal. However moving is harder while this ability is active, akin to moving through thick sludge for her. Using this makes her limbs practically invisible instead of just transparent. Any weapons she projects however will look solid. As a side effect however, her stigma is stronger, being able to even creep in a little through the collar without the drugs.
After following Lawrence's orders at Ground Zero, her powers increased, by virtue of sating her stigma. By now her abilities no longer produce invisible attacks, but instead project large spectral purplish disembodied limbs, or weapons should she elect to produce those instead. In exchange, she can project them without needing to attack, as well as perform fine motor skills such as manipulating an object or picking an object up. Any limbs utilized for projection will disappear completely, though it will leave dark purplish crinkles on the air around it, as if it were paper someone crumpled.
After the supposedly friendly match of flag football, she gained the ability to explode any non living material she displaces, within a maximum range of 20 metres for the explosion. The explosion will also produce purplish magical smoke.
During a mission on codename Factory, she gained the ability to control the dematerialization effect of her ability on and off. Her range also doubled from 15m to 30m in a radius around her.
On an island, in a mansion with things she could barely imagine, she gained the ability to project armor on top of her projections.
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A vast empty field, with but a single dirt path. The green grass seemed to grow as tall as her hips, but just in front of her a girl was dancing. It was Hazel, as much as she herself was Hazel, but she seems so free. Her smile was radiant as she took a step forward. But towards what? She was leaving, but what was she leaving? There was hope in those steps, there was despair, there was light, and the dark, but all was right. She took it all in, and she stepped forwards. She ran ahead of her, beckoning her, telling her its alright. But what was alright? What did she leave to be able to run so freely? But she could, and she could run on the path with her. She stopped in front of her, the real(?) her, and extended a hand, head tilted questioningly.
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Behind her she spoke, Hazel, like she was Hazel. All three of them were Hazel, none real, but no one fake. The Hazel behind her spoke, though no words reached her. The path behind was gone, cut off abruptly by waving green grass. With a wave, the Hazel behind her cleared a wide swath of land, the grass abruptly turning into ash, leaving a wide area of empty dirt. There was no more path, but she could walk without fear. This Hazel however, did not run or dance, she simply walked, probably due to her limbs being encased in heavy armor. She could run, but she did not, instead taking it in and carrying it with her. But what did she carry?Why didn't she remove them to run? She carried them and became all the stronger for it. Stronger, but what did she carry that needed her to be stronger? Like the first, she too extended a hand, a small smile on her face.
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That smile haunted her even in the deepest part of the drug induced fog.
Don't worry, I'll protect you.
She had trusted her, and true to her words, she did try. But they weren't a match for him, not when they were still that small, that young. Hazel was picked out first, but she, true to her words, struggled and kicked so much, that she was instead the first. After he was done with her, he took a knife to her face, then took a brief rest. Before he regained enough energy to continue however, the police burst into the basement and shot him dead.
True to her words, she had protected her, and she had blamed herself for it.
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Hephaestus' Collar A bright white collar on her neck, bearing the glowing symbol of the stag horns. It suppresses her ability, as well as her Stigma's intensity. Should she fly into a rampage even then, it would start suppressing her emotions until she calmed down. It is not locked, nor fastened in such a way that she could not open it, but she would not take off the collar if not forced to.
>Entry XXX9881 DATE [REDACTED] LOCATION [REDACTED] DR WALTER WILLIS And once again, I turn to this.
No matter what that know it all Burke says, I find that logging in my thoughts in conjunction with the usual reports and papers tends to help a little. Easier to think without all the jargons, formatting, and other extraneous bullcrap in those papers. You can call it any fancy name you like, Burke, but a bloody knife is still a damned bloody knife.
There was that screaming subnatural they've somehow managed to capture too. More like a screaming animal, a gibbon comes to mind, than an actual girl. Don't we have enough of them in here already? >Entry XXX9882 DATE [REDACTED] LOCATION [REDACTED] DR WALTER WILLIS
Burke lost control of the subnatural. >Entry XXX9885 DATE [REDACTED] LOCATION [REDACTED] DR WALTER WILLIS
Long day. I had to stay in a bloody room locked up nice and tight because Burke simply 'forgot' that the sub destroys non living materials easily. She went on a rampage almost immediately. Again! Couldn't even have a bloody smoke. Now he's offloaded her to me, citing 'a lot of other projects' and how he 'couldn't possibly handle them all'. I'm bloody busy with my own bloody projects, you bloody imbecile!
First thing's first. How do you make a prison for subs with anti material abilities? A living prison comes to mind immediately, but that's far beyond my scope of work and expertise, as well as raising a whole lot of potential problems. I should have a word with the others and see what comes up. >Entry XXX9888 DATE [REDACTED] LOCATION [REDACTED] DR WALTER WILLIS Managed to get Hephaestus himself to work on her cell. Didn't see that coming. Now that she's all locked up however, my work to make her into a weapon can truly begin.
Fuck me if that's a bit out of my field, but its going to look bad if I refuse. My life work could potentially be deemed unfeasible. I'm not going to lose everything just because some dumb kid are bloody out of her mind. Should just be killed in my opinion. My work will make using subs to combat those creatures unnecessary. It will replace human combatants with machines that can perform far better than any human can. It will be efficient, with lightning quick decisions unfettered by doubts or battle fatigue. While I am still stuck on a rut, and focusing on powered suits at the moment before working on the AI, it is still certainly better than your shitty 'super human' project, Burke! >Entry XXX9912 DATE [REDACTED] LOCATION [REDACTED] DR WALTER WILLIS Her violence and peaceful phase too short, with violence phase too often. Problematic. Mama's birthday soon. REMEMBER TO PICK UP THE PRESENT. >Entry XXX9919 DATE [REDACTED] LOCATION [REDACTED] DR WALTER WILLIS It was so easy. I was overthinking it like a bloody idiot. All I had to do was manipulate her emotion. Had to go to Burke for help. BLOODY BURKE! I wish someone else was working on that project.
What I needed was something that suppresses emotion without truly affecting the mind or senses. Obviously this ruled out many common drugs we could have used. It does affect some of her functions though, for example stimulus that would normally be attached to some sort of emotion. Feeling happy while listening to music, eating something that gives off the feeling of contentment, or feeling pain and fear when one's hand gets pricked by a needle. She experiences none of the emotions that would be attached to those sort of stimulus.
At least, that was Burke's explanation of it. It works, and that's enough for me. The drug we're using also works as a sort of a leash, and opens up an easy reward and punishment system. She does well, and she gets the drug and maybe something extra. She doesn't do well, and we put her in a dark room to be alone with her nightmares. Having experienced peace through the drug, it must be hard to go back to suffering again. Almost makes me feel sorry for her. Ah well, easier for us to program her the way we want. >Entry XXX9923 DATE [REDACTED] LOCATION [REDACTED] DR WALTER WILLIS These bloody muffins had raisins β BLOODY RAISINS β in them! I specifically asked for chocolate chips damnit! Of course, I can't just yell at my assistant like that. Had to coddle her and go 'ooh no, its alright everyone makes mistakes' and all that rot. If she wasn't good at handling the subject, I'd have her kicked out. >Entry XXX9924 DATE [REDACTED] LOCATION [REDACTED] DR WALTER WILLIS My assistant is calling the subject by name. It is unfortunate, but we cannot let emotions play into this. We're on a mission to make the best weapons for mankind's future. Even that idiotic, saccharine, utterly unreliable Burke is ultimately working towards that cause. Will write recommendation of talent, and suggest she be transferred to another team where her feelings will not hinder her. >Entry XXX9927 DATE [REDACTED] LOCATION [REDACTED] DR WALTER WILLIS There is nothing but a video recording of the subject, suspended in a clear cylinder filled with some sort of liquid. Only the cylinder remains fully visible in the video, though there are the blurry shadows of a terminal to one side. She was kept alive by a tube that fed into her mouth, naked save for all the wires and tubes on her to regulate her condition. Every once in a while the goggles fixed onto her face starts flashing lights into her eyes. This continues for a full ten minutes, broken up once in a while by a blurry figure in a white lab coat checking up on the terminal. >Entry ERROR DATE ERROR LOCATION ERROR Reinitializing... Loading memory bank... . . . Memory corrupted... . . . Extrapolating...
"You got green eyes, just like me."
She looked up in surprise, staring at that girl with the southern drawl. Under that wide brimmed hat, she had the greenest eyes framed by short messy brown hair. She was missing a tooth, something readily apparent as she grinned widely at her. The little cowgirl seemed a bit out of place here in Maine, especially since the girl didn't know of any ranches nearby. As far as she knew anyways.
As if she had read her mind, the girl spoke again. "Just arrived a while ago, figured I'd go round and meet the folks. So what's yer name?"
The girl jumped a little as the girl with the hat sat beside her on the log, tossing in a rock at the stream as she did so. Shy as she was, she fidgeted about a bit before finally mustering up the courage to speak. Brushing aside her brownish hair, she started to speak.
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I fucking did it.
I had problems with the bloody pilot getting knocked about during live testing. Being knocked about tends to lead to them reflexively gripping anything nearby, potentially pulling, pressing, or pushing things they should not. It was a good thing I was behind all that bulletproof material; one of the test pilots pulled a lever when his mech got shot at, veering his vehicle off target. The mech survived that shot, and he was able to complete the course, but that still is, was, an issue I needed to fix.
Of course, with my genius, it was easy enough to engineer a chamber filled with more improved version of PFC used before. Of course, the method for producing the material and the exact composition would be found in my detailed reports. What this liquid does, is to prevent the pilot from being knocked about when the mech is impacted with great force. As a bonus, this also enables us to make a much faster version, with increased mobility at higher speeds not usually possible with the standard seat and harness configuration, made possible because of the, to put it simply, G force cushioning effect of the liquid. Obviously there is an upper limit to this, but being able to withstand beyond 20 Gs of force is still quite impressive.
I astound myself sometimes. Only a man of my genius could have taken old technology and made it so much more. Once I refine the liquid more, I can only imagine how valuable it would become. After all, it is the only PFC like material that is less dense than PFC, and also has composition suitable for the lungs. For now, we have rigged an experimental mockup cockpit, as well as another less cluttered tube for the subject.
Now if only I can design a competent AI, I can get rid of all this extraneous life support system and make a REAL masterpiece. >Entry ERROR DATE ERROR LOCATION ERROR Reinitializing... Loading memory bank... . . . Memory corrupted... . . . Extrapolating...
"Wooo!" The girl wearing the cowboy hat stopped the bicycle suddenly, jolting the shy girl off the back. "That was a blast!"
The girl wobbled around, legs still shaking from the ride. It wasn't the first time she had followed the bold and brash cowgirl over there, but still she was unused to the high octane hijinks the little girl was capable of. Most other primary schoolers her age wouldn't even be able to imagine that sort of ride through the woods, downhill, and stopping just before a dead drop off a cliff. But if anything, the girl certainly wasn't lying; they could see the full moon clearly here.
"I...I heard the moon was made of cheese."
Without warning the girl laughed, her hat falling off as she rolled about on the ground.
Dr. Walter Willis β ++++++++++
"He is nice to me. He reassures me. He comforts me. He punishes me. He trains me. He molds me. I am his weapon. I am... ."
Lawrence β ++++
"Peace. Calming. Do not know what he is thinking."
Emma β +++++
"..."
Kusari β ---
"She's scared of me. Did not understand me. Will kill me if afraid. I'm afraid."
Gregory β -----
"Scared? Hate? Tried to kill me. Crazed lunatic. Did not like him. Do not want to be near a scary person."
Brent β ------
"He hit me. That hurts. Tried to kill me as well. Do not want to be near him."
Grant β --
"Irrational, thoughtless. I do not understand him. Calm if anything."
Angel β ++
"Nice. She has a nice voice. I want to hear her voice more."
Siena β ++++
"It was delicious. She gave me something delicious. I do not like the black and white man. Maybe she will give me more delicious things if I meet her again."
Ernest β +++
"He seems nice. Very odd person."
Marcus β +
"He's quite odd. Did not seem to like the water. But, he at least, was not mean or angry. Has scars. Perhaps from them?"
Callan β +
"Strong but afraid? I do not know her much. Her ability seems similar to mine. I wanted to train with her, but she's afraid of me."
General (EAST USARILN) β -------
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who am i
i am the weapon i am the blade
why am i here
i am afraid i am weak.
what should i do
be perfect be perfect.
i cannot
then die then disappear.
cutting biting tearing void of thought crawling fear eye of the sea biting cold white blind light gaze upon my heart it is black it is fear it is anger it is dark it sees me
