RumikoOhara

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The Doc called off the dogs with Rank and the Suggestion the incident be counted an accident, a mandatory visit to her office no backing out. They talked about how the flowers in inkblots could become a completely random form of writing if the person formed the intention on the symbol long enough and how only she could read them making for an analog form of telepathy. Then there was the fact that she could perform the same trick if the person could focus their Intention on an object.

Next they talked about how if someone wanted to pass on verbal, written, other form of media, or other method she or any normal could see. The doc never saw it coming or at least wouldn’t come to the realization she’d been steered into a fantasy event; a probable.

She couldn’t lie and the doc knew this and used it as a lever into her private thoughts so she gave her an emotional truth one that made Sydney most afraid of in fallback; she was in emotional isolation. She was disconnected from the true world everything she heard, saw, smelled and senesed only coming from an area 50 foot across. All the other sounds and the echoes of the city did not exist beyond 25 foot of her person, the smell a city had and things she couldn’t describe.

Even the people who touched her in fallback could not be sensed but she was told most saw her and others sensed the past from connection to her body and all its senses but those were only other meta. Then effortlessly she told her how knowing her limitations she knew the best way of defeating herself.

Blackout, get some really good night vision to use at the body dump or kill sight; I don’t see in the dark you know, my eyes are no different than yours Doctor except the best in human vision. I can’t see a bee atop a 70 story building just good. Defeat a normal’s senses and you’ve likely defeated mine.

My advantage is that for me the whole world is covered with Science Fiction Level recording systems I can pick up.

I find things by winding things backwards in a way, I track people by following their trails in reverse or following them and decreasing the distance, maintaining it as a tail you can never spot if I’m careful and don’t let myself get caught by your tail ender.

As you can see I sense the world in ways you cannot perceive so when I am exposed to murder sites it is like I have a camera there that I can play back; I lost any hope other than by the power of observation and investigation making a difference.

I can only witness the past, not alter it.

It took two hours of conversation to placate the Doc and the nice egg that she was she said she’d expedite a new monitor by noon tomorrow. Then she said she was to no longer hide in her room from the others so here she was exposed, wearing the bland gray cage of her ability to communicate sitting on a couch designed by a sadist who made the lowest bid. Next to her it was night and two team members were making out, one she knew and worked with another Inmate that was transferred either soon after or before she got here.

The spot she sat in was prefered for people that watched sports out here which also seemed the common media the monitor played. Made sense in a way. This screen was bigger than those in the rooms and when people watched sports they liked to do so as groups.

When she pulled her feet up and wrapped her arms around her folded legs she pouted pressing her lips to her legs wishing it were skin an peeking over the top of her knees as she flipped channels.

She should feel victorious having deflected the doctor but she didn’t because the first thing she saw on the sports channels was one of those places that said great food, laugh with your friends bring the family and drink beer. It was one of those chain places with the artificial ambiance and she wished she were there instead of here. Or an Ashly, Brooke, Tai, or other popular middle class girl prowling a cheap mall, she just wanted out

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Sydney practically ran to her room then once the door is closed she screamed and she ripped the drab gray cover off her body then flung it at the wall. Once she was wearing at least under garments of her choosing she activated her sound system and video monitor with a vocal command bringing up a Taekwondo kata set to music and began mirroring the girl centered in the video her lean lithe form rippling with genetically enhanced muscles.

Her body another aspect of her curse didn’t even need stretching or warming up as she performed the war dance almost perfectly and should she have been entered in the competition would have garnered at the very least a bronze. Her kicks and hands snapped with the authority of a mistress of the art as she went through smooth transitions from spinning back fist to somersault kick then into a rapid combination of jumping kicks and slashing fists in the leopard style used by the olympic team performer she mimicked.

It is the ultimate expression of violence and anger displayed in the powerful body language begun 2,300 years ago on the Asian peninsula thrusting like a lover towards Japan its hereditary enemy and cousin and she uses it to let her body scream at full power and fury. She knows they had offered to teach her such arts but she’s witnessed their sessions and was afraid her probability effect might lash out mistaking focus for intent opening the floor beneath their feet and swallowing them in an avalanche of concrete and steel so she had been trying to learn on her own by copy catting what she can observe.

Her training as a dancer and her body’s natural grace made such things possible but even she knew it was mostly useless in actual combat because it taught no lesson in hand to hand tactics meaning only her Black cat guardian could help her win against an experienced and high ranking normal; against a meta she’d only survive by those whiskers.

Practice was not why she did what she did, she knew if she stopped she’d cry and the idea made her boil to know that she’d let things get to her. Sweat began to coat her body and fly off her in a fine mist with each move staining the wall and making the monitor look as if had being caught in the dew. Her skin shimmered with the oils released with her sweat and more viscosus her breathing was smooth despite her effort her cardio barely topping 95 but even then she began to feel what people call the burn as her body tapped its fight or flight reserves.

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Doctor Myers office

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The Doctor sat at her desk amazed at the fury of her favorite subject and it pleased her that it showed how right she was about the murderer scene affecting Sydney and wondered if she should have her placed on mood stabilizers. She was not one of the fighters in the Tower but the pink haired girl was still a meta and her body still developing. The Guards took a more relaxed pose around her than they did the others but they were just being sloppy; Sydney’s power physically was more than a match for them and exceeding them in endurance fueled as it is by her youth.

Still as disturbing the display of anger she couldn’t help but admire her body and even feel a twinge of jealousy over her youth and grace and was shocked when she sees one of those long legs suddenly lashed forward crushing the 60” monitor screen causing the fire alarm to go off instantly because of the toxic smoke issued by the abused electronics.

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Sydney’s room

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Sydney dropped to the floor less than a second after she kicked the screen her ankle throbbing in pain and then she cursed for dual reasons the first because she knew the Minders would burst in and see her on the floor in her underwear and the second because she’d cut her foot.

She had twenty seconds of peace if it could be called that before they rushed in with fire gear and power damping equipment in case they needed to subdue her; she just held her wrists out knowing as a precaution they would cuff her with the power dampers and waited.

Kōkyo High

It would be impossible to convince me otherwise after all the discords I've seen and on a personal note I am as much at fault when using it. I noted I delayed posting because I was too busy chattering or my constant babble robbed me of my creativity as I expended it there rather than IC

Kōkyo High

I have a love hate relationship with discord, I see it as part of the reason the guild is so slowed; people spend more time posting babble there than in RP. It's like a table top group spending more time talking about work, kids, school, and other things a habit I've seen kill those more personal forms of RP

Kōkyo High

I made my first post but the delays in most of the guild forum threads has me reactivating my Shadow Fleet membership and registering on two other Forum sites so I became distracted; sorry for the inattention

I tried to keep abreast by use of the Discord but being connected to another RP it became a constant chime factory that didn't concern itself with the Zombie RP so I disabled it and missed a lot

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”I know you’re hurting inside Sydney, you’re lashing out at me to vent your pain.

I know your position her in the Tower is brutal on you mentally and no one here to share the burden but I am here for you and if it means you use me as your punching bag then I’ll be there for you. said Doc Myers her eyes filled with sympathy and the hunger of her profession to crack open the heads of their chosen subject of interest.

Sydney thought of screaming to shock her but kept it mostly to herself as her body gave her annoyance away letting the doc know she’d got to her so instead she went confessional.

You think you know why I’m mad and you are so far of base Doc, you think all your books and lectures have given you magical powers to understand people like me and its ticking me off.

I was attacked today by a Metal Snake after I fell into a concrete shaft then discarded or forgotten in that same stinking hole while the people better suited to fighting such monsters finished the mission. says the Pink haired young woman standing abruptly because if she doesn’t move she will scream.

Her blue eyes lock on the Doc’s with palpable fury hitting the older woman almost like a physical blow so focused is her body language her muscles in her neck standing out like cables of stainless steel.

Then to top it off a Minder team finally comes looking for me and when they do I am threatened with bodily injury by their commander for wasting his time, accused of trying to escape and in hack because his anger was so strong it set off my probability guardian. He was clearly going to make me feel pain or cause me harm because that’s all I’ve ever known to set it off so quickly.

Why am I angry you’re wanting to ask I’ll tell you why; “No one asked me if I wanted to join this circus act, no one gave me a choice and when I am done doing my duty as I always do and i will admit grudgingly. I can’t unwind like you and everyone else not so cursed by going out, maybe to eat, maybe to window shop or some other normal thing.

No it’s right into a patrol car and over to a college to see the deaths of several girls and not even a thank you for my efforts. Says Sydney her eyes now almost seeming to blaze with her anger as she leans close to the Doctor across her desk.

I would have gone to the crime scene even if no one asked if I had of been given the choice but I am not afforded such a privilege.

No I’m caged, ordered, threatened, and put in here because I’m dangerous because of my biology but the murderer I was asked to help catch a genetically normal human was free to commit his crimes and there are still others out there not just murderering but raping, molesting, and abusing fellow normals.

I assure you that I am able to remove myself from the effects of my observations of such horrors because i have a higher calling, I am the witness, the speaker of the dead so that they and their families know closure. But you still think watching him cut open those girls as they screamed and begged him to stop is where you should focus your efforts.

You want to know what else really pisses me off?

I am 18 years old and I have no friends my age, I am used as your snitch because the interrogators can read me. Add to that I am forced to Fallback my teammates rooms to see if they’ve hidden anything in them or asked to fallback their private conversation because you and the OLs know how wrong what you are doing is and you’d rebel yourselves if under the same yoke you were placed.

Now if you don’t mind Mistress this slave girl wants to no longer look at or hear you! she snaps then is out the door and stomping down the hall to the elevator knowing later she’ll be made to pay for not being a good little girl

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Sydney was thrilled when her packages arrived even though the minders had muddled up the temporal stream; she had learned how to deal with that since coming to the Tower Prison.

Today’s packages contained a vial of sand from Waikiki gathered by a couple of girls who’d become fans of her’s and had sent her other trinkets of their trips so Sydney could enjoy little vacations away from the entrapping walls around her. Another was made of pressed rose petals from a wedding, and then still another which contained an odd billet of metal from a member of the international Space Agency which came from the Station orbiting high above the earth; the later she’d asked for when she had discovered that Jean was a payload specialist.

So she lay them each on neutral clothes she ordered from a manufacturer who made them for surgical use and were untouched by people which helped to shield her from the temporal interference of the living but before she could begin her Minder chimed in and interrupted her.

It was the Shrinker Doc Myers and she said she wanted her to come down to her office immediately.

“It figures” thought the tall teenager. She knew that the shrink knew she’d just received packages and could hold over their purity as a leash under threat of quarantining them and muddling up their timelines with the local ones.

For a brief moment she thought of heading down in her micro Boxers and Bra but knew such a display would only make the session drag on as the shrink delved into her sex life or lack of one. So she threw on her drab prison coverall and gave her new treasures a longing look before heading out.

When she arrived outside of the shrinker’s door Sydney knocked then waited for the buzz of the magnetic lock then stepped inside.

Behind her desk sat Doc Myers who looked up with a polite smile saying [b]Please have a seat Sydney[/url]

Sydney complied sitting with a sort of flop one gives the nosy school guidance counselor and as much enthusiasm.

What’s up Doc? she asked with a sigh her body language displaying her annoyance with the whole visit.

Sydney I know you’d rather be doing anything else but this but you know as well as I that it is something we need to do; after all you watched 5 girls about your age raped, mutilated and tortured along with having their bodies disrespected even in death. said the older woman with genuine concern in her tone and body language.

Doc it's not as if it were my first time or will be my last; it's what I do, what I want to do.

Because of me they will hunt a catch or kill the sicko who did it and other girls won’t need to worry about the creep who did it. Frankly I was surprised by how sloppy he was and the unit’s inability to read basic clues.

I worry that their dependence on me is making them sloppy said Sydney leaning forward placing her elbows on the edge of the doctor’s desk so she could rest her chin on the palms of her hands as she looked into the shrinks eyes.

Doc looked a little annoyed when she made contact with her desk knowing that even such casual contact would allow the Meta girl to read her office and become privy to everything that had happened in there.

Sydney please don’t lean on my desk; we’ve talked about this.

It's not fair that you read the private thoughts and confession of your teammates who I chat with. said the woman in as authoritarian a tone as she could muster.

Still mad that I know how hot you think Ka’van is and how you… she said not finishing as she could see the danger in the shrink’s eyes.

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Sydney finished her shower then thought of changing into her prison uniform which is what she thought of the Tower uniforms. They were gray utility and for an 18 year old girl the ugliest clothing posible; at least in prison she would have had a chance of dressing in another color dependant on her crime. After thinking about it Sydney decided to just stay in her room wearing only a sports bra and a pair cute micro boxers covered in little grateful dead bears.

So flicking on her sound system she bounced to the music as she made herself a fresh batch of chicken salad using canned chicken breast, relish, celery, mayo, and a touch of mustard which she then spread on whole grain crackers.

Once she’d finished a quick snack she flipped on her monitor so she could watch videos and practice dancing to the music (Belly Dancing)

She loved how fun it was to just allow her body to translate the music into physical motion exercising another aspect of her omnilingualism. As she danced she felt loneliness stir in her heart as she thought if she were what they called a normal girl she’d have at least kissed someone by now but here she was an 18 year old girl with no hope of ever attending college except as a correspondence course which sucked eggs.

College was were other people her age began exploring themselves, deciding their tastes, their sexuality, Fashion choices, and in the end the major focuses of their lives. Sure she could buy things with the stipend the Tower gave her but she had no peers to approve or oppose to find herself. She was stuck with the older people around her and trying to fit into their peer group and it sucked.

So here she was Rapunzel in the Tower and her hair bobbed to prevent any hope of escape dancing with herself.

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@Prosaic

You need to join our Discord, bro.

@Shard

We have a discord?

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Sydney wandered the tunnels for at least 2 more hours till she heard the first comms signal from her minders from Horizion and they were very agitated. This took the form of threats and intended punishments but try as she might the smaller unit she carried couldn’t manage to get a signal out using its weak transmitter.

When she did get close enough to an exit to finally transmit the lieutenant in charge of the detail sent to find her responded to her by screaming his threats at her annoying her so much that she felt in danger worried he might actually act on his physical promises. So it wasn’t surprising when he and his capture squad came stomping towards her tracer signal that her balky control of probability acted to protect her.

They were all pointing weapons at her and screaming for her to lay on her belly in the dirty water which she looked at dubiously wondering if there were viruses or other bacterial nasties just waiting for her in the slime coated concrete. Then just as she was about to comply a plug of trash which had been blocking a cross tunnel that emptied out between herself and the squad gave way under pressure and the vibrations their boots sent radiating out.

In a rush a wall of water and trash covered them knocking them off their feet and covering them in slime that would result in their later contracting rashes that would be worse than poison ivy. The upside for Sydney was that they had shown her the way out so she thought of making a hasty exit but her better angel forced her to help them up and she was happy to find out that they were for the most part unharmed.

She exited the tunnels thinking she’d have to share a ride with the squad that clearly thought their troubles were her fault but she was saved by the police liaison who said they needed her to do a read of the bots before others muddled the temporal streams.

So it was two hours after she’d finished her scans a smelly and tired Sydney walked into the tower and headed to the shower to scrub off the grime of her recent ordeal.