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Bella, I think you should do an adjusted version of 110-Montauk on Will. Idk why, just do it.
I dom't know why, but I have the strange compulsion to kill off all of Whiz's characters whilst he sleeps.
Give me another experiment or SPC with to interact, please. Either character will do just fine. I had a lot of fun writing that last one.
This RP is beginning to really get boring. I've almost completely reverted to just using RP Guild because all they do there is RP.
I've said many times before that if you want something, please ask. Also, please don't come here to talk about how great the RP guild is. It's rather irritating.
Subject 2810 is to be contained in a 19 by 17 by 12 foot cell at pitch black light level.
I asked for an experiment (technically I didn't but whatever) and you gave me one... But it was rather drab. Is there anything that might actually involve me?
Part 5
-“No. You come from 2 Humans. But it comes from something else. It. Your Power. Your feelings. Deomi Jonson. You’re somewhere inside. I know you--”I punch the bloody rat. We’re the same. Me. The blades. We. Deomi Jonson. Maybe that’s “my” name.
-“I am the blades. We are one.” I say. He doesn’t get it. He has to die. I’m reaching another level. I feel it. He says he’s immortal. No. I have to kill him. Destroy him. I grab one of my blue blades. I’ve been using them to kill. But they are blades. I try to cut his left leg.
-“That won’t work darling, that’s the way most people try to kill me. It’s fun to see how you try to kill me.”He says…BUT I NEED TO KILL HIM. But how?
The army is coming. And I still didn’t kill this guy. I could just leave, but I need to kill him, I feel it. But there’s no way to do it…I think. I just noticed. I’m sweating.
-“Oh, what is it darling?”he asks. Damn guy. I use my super-strength bot to punch him once again. But he…fails. Damnit. I punch him myself. I think. My head. It hurts so much. I’ve never had headache like this…I think. The man. He’s talking. I don’t know what he’s saying. I can’t comprehend it. Oh Lord. I just need to grab my red blade and try to heal me. Where is it? Oh yeah. In my pocket. No. I can’t find it. I get my bot. His small red blade is still there. I take it out. AGHHH. My head. Camnon, I have to do it. I HAVE TO. Ok, it’s in my hand, Ok Now I just need to stab myself. I don’t know if I’m strong enough. I do it. AGHHHHH IT HURTS. IT HURTS SO MUCH. WHY DOES IT HEART WHY AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Hmm. It’s all gone. Pain. The man. The wall. Everything. It’s all gone. It’s all black. I have no hands, no legs, no head. I don’t know if I can move around. I have no point of reference. No. I have. It’s this light. Hmm. My heart. I can feel it. PUMPUM. It’s all back. I’m in white room. I feel no pain.
-“Where are they?”I hear. I feel powerful. “WHERE ARE THEY?”he asks again. I don’t know what is he talking about.
-“What are you talking about?”I ask.
-“THE BLADES!”Blades? I don’t recall any blades.
-“What blades?”
-“My dear, I’m going to be very clear. Either you give me the blades or I kill you.”He says. I feel my heart beat again. THIS MAN. I HAVE TO KILL HIM. I HAVE TO. I HAVE TO…DESTROY HIM. WHERE IS HE?
-“Where are you?”I ask. A part of the wall disappears. An old man comes in. I feel bad. I feel like I have to kill. Destroy. I feel some pain in my hands. I feel something in my arms. Hurting a bit. And it happens. I feel my heart beat again. The man. He is gone. But he’s not the only one that has to die. I have to destroy everything. This planet, this universe, it all has to go. And this is the proof. This is the proof that I can destroy it. I am God. I need to purify. It’s my Job. It’s my purpose. I start doing it. Destroying. All of it.
(OOC: I’m sorry, this part is a bit smaller. I think Part 6 will also be a bit smaller. I think it’s kinda obvious what will be part 6 now. Ìn the end of part 6, I will explain everything.)
-“No. You come from 2 Humans. But it comes from something else. It. Your Power. Your feelings. Deomi Jonson. You’re somewhere inside. I know you--”I punch the bloody rat. We’re the same. Me. The blades. We. Deomi Jonson. Maybe that’s “my” name.
-“I am the blades. We are one.” I say. He doesn’t get it. He has to die. I’m reaching another level. I feel it. He says he’s immortal. No. I have to kill him. Destroy him. I grab one of my blue blades. I’ve been using them to kill. But they are blades. I try to cut his left leg.
-“That won’t work darling, that’s the way most people try to kill me. It’s fun to see how you try to kill me.”He says…BUT I NEED TO KILL HIM. But how?
The army is coming. And I still didn’t kill this guy. I could just leave, but I need to kill him, I feel it. But there’s no way to do it…I think. I just noticed. I’m sweating.
-“Oh, what is it darling?”he asks. Damn guy. I use my super-strength bot to punch him once again. But he…fails. Damnit. I punch him myself. I think. My head. It hurts so much. I’ve never had headache like this…I think. The man. He’s talking. I don’t know what he’s saying. I can’t comprehend it. Oh Lord. I just need to grab my red blade and try to heal me. Where is it? Oh yeah. In my pocket. No. I can’t find it. I get my bot. His small red blade is still there. I take it out. AGHHH. My head. Camnon, I have to do it. I HAVE TO. Ok, it’s in my hand, Ok Now I just need to stab myself. I don’t know if I’m strong enough. I do it. AGHHHHH IT HURTS. IT HURTS SO MUCH. WHY DOES IT HEART WHY AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Hmm. It’s all gone. Pain. The man. The wall. Everything. It’s all gone. It’s all black. I have no hands, no legs, no head. I don’t know if I can move around. I have no point of reference. No. I have. It’s this light. Hmm. My heart. I can feel it. PUMPUM. It’s all back. I’m in white room. I feel no pain.
-“Where are they?”I hear. I feel powerful. “WHERE ARE THEY?”he asks again. I don’t know what is he talking about.
-“What are you talking about?”I ask.
-“THE BLADES!”Blades? I don’t recall any blades.
-“What blades?”
-“My dear, I’m going to be very clear. Either you give me the blades or I kill you.”He says. I feel my heart beat again. THIS MAN. I HAVE TO KILL HIM. I HAVE TO. I HAVE TO…DESTROY HIM. WHERE IS HE?
-“Where are you?”I ask. A part of the wall disappears. An old man comes in. I feel bad. I feel like I have to kill. Destroy. I feel some pain in my hands. I feel something in my arms. Hurting a bit. And it happens. I feel my heart beat again. The man. He is gone. But he’s not the only one that has to die. I have to destroy everything. This planet, this universe, it all has to go. And this is the proof. This is the proof that I can destroy it. I am God. I need to purify. It’s my Job. It’s my purpose. I start doing it. Destroying. All of it.
(OOC: I’m sorry, this part is a bit smaller. I think Part 6 will also be a bit smaller. I think it’s kinda obvious what will be part 6 now. Ìn the end of part 6, I will explain everything.)
OOC; Not against an army that has preparing for decades, and has been scouting for millenia. 
Byrne dodged a swarm of guards and slipped into a lab coat. He was very quickly ignored by the guards, who fled to the bottom, sounds of fighting echoing up the stairs. Byrne then pointed a laser at the ground and burned patterns in. He turned, checked what he had written on the doors, and satisfied, walked off to a private laboratory.
OOC: Oh, my, this was short. Dgdas, mind if I interfere?
Byrne dodged a swarm of guards and slipped into a lab coat. He was very quickly ignored by the guards, who fled to the bottom, sounds of fighting echoing up the stairs. Byrne then pointed a laser at the ground and burned patterns in. He turned, checked what he had written on the doors, and satisfied, walked off to a private laboratory.
OOC: Oh, my, this was short. Dgdas, mind if I interfere?
OOC; Not against an army that has preparing for decades, and has been scouting for millenia.
Byrne dodged a swarm of guards and slipped into a lab coat. He was very quickly ignored by the guards, who fled to the bottom, sounds of fighting echoing up the stairs. Byrne then pointed a laser at the ground and burned patterns in. He turned, checked what he had written on the doors, and satisfied, walked off to a private laboratory.
OOC: Oh, my, this was short. Dgdas, mind if I interfere?
Do what you want to do. Just don't kill Deomi.
Sorry, got distracted by my yelling fight with Whiz.
Subjects: 2652, 2911, and 052
Mission: Subjects 2652 and 2911 are to enter amomaly 052 and locate the entity known as the "trainman" in order to capture him.
Status:Approved.
Mission: Subjects 2652 and 2911 are to enter amomaly 052 and locate the entity known as the "trainman" in order to capture him.
Status:Approved.
Well then don't complain about the ones you get if you can't think of a better one.
OOC; Not against an army that has preparing for decades, and has been scouting for millenia.
Byrne dodged a swarm of guards and slipped into a lab coat. He was very quickly ignored by the guards, who fled to the bottom, sounds of fighting echoing up the stairs. Byrne then pointed a laser at the ground and burned patterns in. He turned, checked what he had written on the doors, and satisfied, walked off to a private laboratory.
OOC: Oh, my, this was short. Dgdas, mind if I interfere?
You do realize that they not only have THE Able and Cain on their side but God too right? They have an entire sector dedicated to neutralizing such things. I don't think this will stop them. But I suppose if I want anything fun to happen, I'll have to write it.
343 sat in his chamber sipping his cup of hot cocoa. It really calmed his nerves whilst he was in this place. Why must they make everything so dark and scary? Containing humanities worst fears could be a happy occasion if they really tried. A little food coloring on their cake here, a little bit of paint on the walls there. His cell would be dusty, dark and scary if he had n't used his powers to pretty it up a bit. Of course now it was the equivilent of a twenty story mansion, but if he was going to be there for a while then why not?
Widely, he heard sounds of fighting coming from outside the door. He used his powers of vision to look through the walls and see that an army was coming thought the portal. "Damnit" he though
"Another frigging dimensional breach that I of course have to take care of." He said out loud. "Just look at them! Not even paying any attention to any of the cells! They're just letting everything out! How stupid. I must take care of this before they get to 682. That damned reptile is the one thing I can control." as he said it, he snapped his fingers and the armies dissipated into thin air and the cells were sealed back up with their prisoners in them once again. "There maybe now I can get some beauty sleep."
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Why does god do such things? Because he's not only a badass, but he can. Best way to deal with armies evar!
Widely, he heard sounds of fighting coming from outside the door. He used his powers of vision to look through the walls and see that an army was coming thought the portal. "Damnit" he though
"Another frigging dimensional breach that I of course have to take care of." He said out loud. "Just look at them! Not even paying any attention to any of the cells! They're just letting everything out! How stupid. I must take care of this before they get to 682. That damned reptile is the one thing I can control." as he said it, he snapped his fingers and the armies dissipated into thin air and the cells were sealed back up with their prisoners in them once again. "There maybe now I can get some beauty sleep."
[/spoiled]
Why does god do such things? Because he's not only a badass, but he can. Best way to deal with armies evar!
Well, 343 is quite sassy.
Also, I like to think 343 could do things to 682 but not kill it, as 682 was more of a test to see how life would adapt in particular ranges, or it's a spike from a different dimension.
Can Thomas have a thing now? Also I think Will should have an encounter with that machine that talks to you until you get mad?
Also, I like to think 343 could do things to 682 but not kill it, as 682 was more of a test to see how life would adapt in particular ranges, or it's a spike from a different dimension.
Can Thomas have a thing now? Also I think Will should have an encounter with that machine that talks to you until you get mad?
Indeed he is. With all those different godly personalities jumbling around in his head he doesn't really have much control over which one he ends up with. Also, rymmie's mission involves one of your characters as well.
2652 sounds pretty interesting, and I think I know how he is going to be integrated into the mission. I will begin writing now.
2652 is tech's character. You can find him in the OP. Just clarifying so you don't think it's some number I pulled out of my ass.
Layla sat back in her seat and basked in those wavelengths of radiation that were filtered out by the time they reached the ground. Decades of research had confirmed that the extra radiation from flying so high wasn't dangerous to people, but it was enough that she could see it. The sun up here was brighter and clearer. She loved the days when sunspots played havok with electronics. To her eyes, the interference looked like aurora even in the southern parts of the United States. So she smiled as colors danced around her in ways no other could see.
Meanwhile, Thomas gripped the arms of his seat, leaving finger-shaped indentations. Sure, he would survive a crash, but it still scared the bejesus out of him. Not to mention he had to sit next to the creepy girl in the movie star clothes and dark sunglasses. She wore the strangest smile ever since they took off like the freaking plane relaxed her. It was enough that he had been captured and dropped into a place of freaks. Now, they expected him to go help them on a mission to subway in New York. He hadn't payed much attention to the briefing, but he got that no harm should come to the girl since she had some sort of superpower that let her see stuff like no one else. Whatever, he got to leave, so that was something.
Cities could be blinding. They were filled with so many different frequencies that Layla could hardly keep it all straight as a child. Long days of practice taught her which ones to filter out and how concentrate to see the ones that mattered from one moment to the next. Luckily for her, wifi signals were above the range of her sight. She probably would have gone mad if she could see every hotspot in the Greater Chicagoland Area where she used to live, or the Five Burroughs where she was heading now. She felt the plane decelerate, and the beautiful grew dimmer as the plane glided down toward the runway.
"Hey, are we there? Are we getting off of this thing anytime soon?" Thomas said loudly but below what could be called yelling. "Hey, are we landing yet?"
One of the agents in front turned around and cleared his throat with a hard look in Thomas's direction.
"I'm just wondering, okay?" Thomas sat back in his seat. The seatbelt light flashed on with a ding, but he hadn't taken his off. He leaned over toward the girl as the engines whined down. "So, what's this about a ghost train?"
"It is a time-traveling train, and we are supposed to retrieve someone from it." She was curt and her mouth had fallen into a thin line of disappointment. "Did you pay attention at all?"
"Yeah, sure. We go in and we get someone."
"That's what I just said." She turned to him. "I'm Layla, by the way. Thanks for asking."
"Thomas." He held out his hand and she took it without hesitation. "So, are you blind or something? I mean, the glasses. I knew a blind person once."
"I have a sort of blindness and a sort of sight."
The wheels hit the ground with a small bump that startled both of them. The plane taxied to a stop and the door opened.
"Come with us. We don't have much time." One of the agents hurried them out of the plane. The four of them piled into a black sedan that pulled off with a squeal of the tires. Thomas looked up at the skyscrapers looming across the river. Layla saw a city of light that extended from the sky to the ocean to the land.
---
Thomas put his hand out to help Layla out of the car. They were going to work together so he might be a little nice. "So, this is a subway train?"
"For the love of..." Layla trailed off. "Yes, Thomas."
"Huh. That's strange."
"Were you expecting something normal?" Layla grinned.
"I guess not." Thomas followed the agents down the stairs and into the station.
"It's so much darker down here." Layla looked back and saw the lights of the radio waves and x-rays and such fade as they walked farther from the stairs to the surface. Here, she was back to being nearly blind. "I'll need your help to navigate. This place is beyond my sight."
Thomas grabbed her elbow as gently as he could, but she still drew in her breath sharply at the vicelike strength. "There are all kinds of lights. It isn't even dark."
"It is to me." Layla felt more like a child than she had in a while. She didn't want to trust this brash man with an iron grip and loud voice.
"We are coming up on the rails. Everything looks normal to me."
Layla nodded. "I can see the electrical lines now. It was so bright outside. I think I can see the third rail, too."
Thomas guided Layla through a door that one of the agents unlocked with a keycard. As they stepped through, the station grew silent. He hadn't seen anyone on their way through. No passenger, at least. A few maintenance worker in orange reflective vests had milled around the stairs, but they moved too stiffly to be city employees. Whatever this phantom train was, the Foundation didn't want anyone near it.
Layla felt the change, too. The glow of the third line had become nothing more than a faint glimmer. If she turned her face, she could feel the heat of large lamps, but she did not see the power lines that fed them. Thomas stopped and loosened his grip. She was blind and immersed in a dead silence. A few moments passed, and an agent spoke.
"In a few moments, SCP-052 will appear at this platform. A passenger may or may not be thrown out of the doors. When we give the signal, you will both board the train and attempt to find its conductor. This conductor may answer to the name 'Trainman'. He is to be considered dangerous, but he must be subdued. Subject 2652, your task will be to subdue him and take him from the train when it next arrives on this platform. Subject 2911, you will attempt to discern the method of the time travel capabilities and disable the system if possible. Do you understand?"
"Yes," they said together.
"Subject 2652, protect her at all costs. We need the data she will collect."
"Yeah, nice to know where I stand on the totem pole." Thomas opened his mouth to say more, but the agent's look stopped him once again.
A point of yellowish light appear above the tracks in Layla's sight. The light rippled and grew until a hole burst open and the train burst through. It sent off waves of radiation in different parts of the spectrum as though the metal skin of the cars were heated by its passing from one time to the next. The shadow of a body stumbled forward out of the open door and collapsed on the platform a few feet from the train. Two maintenance workers rushed forward pulled the person to safety.
"Enter the train now." The agent's voice had the sound of urgency.
Thomas guided Layla to the door and they stepped into the train known as SCP-052.
End Part 1.
Meanwhile, Thomas gripped the arms of his seat, leaving finger-shaped indentations. Sure, he would survive a crash, but it still scared the bejesus out of him. Not to mention he had to sit next to the creepy girl in the movie star clothes and dark sunglasses. She wore the strangest smile ever since they took off like the freaking plane relaxed her. It was enough that he had been captured and dropped into a place of freaks. Now, they expected him to go help them on a mission to subway in New York. He hadn't payed much attention to the briefing, but he got that no harm should come to the girl since she had some sort of superpower that let her see stuff like no one else. Whatever, he got to leave, so that was something.
Cities could be blinding. They were filled with so many different frequencies that Layla could hardly keep it all straight as a child. Long days of practice taught her which ones to filter out and how concentrate to see the ones that mattered from one moment to the next. Luckily for her, wifi signals were above the range of her sight. She probably would have gone mad if she could see every hotspot in the Greater Chicagoland Area where she used to live, or the Five Burroughs where she was heading now. She felt the plane decelerate, and the beautiful grew dimmer as the plane glided down toward the runway.
"Hey, are we there? Are we getting off of this thing anytime soon?" Thomas said loudly but below what could be called yelling. "Hey, are we landing yet?"
One of the agents in front turned around and cleared his throat with a hard look in Thomas's direction.
"I'm just wondering, okay?" Thomas sat back in his seat. The seatbelt light flashed on with a ding, but he hadn't taken his off. He leaned over toward the girl as the engines whined down. "So, what's this about a ghost train?"
"It is a time-traveling train, and we are supposed to retrieve someone from it." She was curt and her mouth had fallen into a thin line of disappointment. "Did you pay attention at all?"
"Yeah, sure. We go in and we get someone."
"That's what I just said." She turned to him. "I'm Layla, by the way. Thanks for asking."
"Thomas." He held out his hand and she took it without hesitation. "So, are you blind or something? I mean, the glasses. I knew a blind person once."
"I have a sort of blindness and a sort of sight."
The wheels hit the ground with a small bump that startled both of them. The plane taxied to a stop and the door opened.
"Come with us. We don't have much time." One of the agents hurried them out of the plane. The four of them piled into a black sedan that pulled off with a squeal of the tires. Thomas looked up at the skyscrapers looming across the river. Layla saw a city of light that extended from the sky to the ocean to the land.
---
Thomas put his hand out to help Layla out of the car. They were going to work together so he might be a little nice. "So, this is a subway train?"
"For the love of..." Layla trailed off. "Yes, Thomas."
"Huh. That's strange."
"Were you expecting something normal?" Layla grinned.
"I guess not." Thomas followed the agents down the stairs and into the station.
"It's so much darker down here." Layla looked back and saw the lights of the radio waves and x-rays and such fade as they walked farther from the stairs to the surface. Here, she was back to being nearly blind. "I'll need your help to navigate. This place is beyond my sight."
Thomas grabbed her elbow as gently as he could, but she still drew in her breath sharply at the vicelike strength. "There are all kinds of lights. It isn't even dark."
"It is to me." Layla felt more like a child than she had in a while. She didn't want to trust this brash man with an iron grip and loud voice.
"We are coming up on the rails. Everything looks normal to me."
Layla nodded. "I can see the electrical lines now. It was so bright outside. I think I can see the third rail, too."
Thomas guided Layla through a door that one of the agents unlocked with a keycard. As they stepped through, the station grew silent. He hadn't seen anyone on their way through. No passenger, at least. A few maintenance worker in orange reflective vests had milled around the stairs, but they moved too stiffly to be city employees. Whatever this phantom train was, the Foundation didn't want anyone near it.
Layla felt the change, too. The glow of the third line had become nothing more than a faint glimmer. If she turned her face, she could feel the heat of large lamps, but she did not see the power lines that fed them. Thomas stopped and loosened his grip. She was blind and immersed in a dead silence. A few moments passed, and an agent spoke.
"In a few moments, SCP-052 will appear at this platform. A passenger may or may not be thrown out of the doors. When we give the signal, you will both board the train and attempt to find its conductor. This conductor may answer to the name 'Trainman'. He is to be considered dangerous, but he must be subdued. Subject 2652, your task will be to subdue him and take him from the train when it next arrives on this platform. Subject 2911, you will attempt to discern the method of the time travel capabilities and disable the system if possible. Do you understand?"
"Yes," they said together.
"Subject 2652, protect her at all costs. We need the data she will collect."
"Yeah, nice to know where I stand on the totem pole." Thomas opened his mouth to say more, but the agent's look stopped him once again.
A point of yellowish light appear above the tracks in Layla's sight. The light rippled and grew until a hole burst open and the train burst through. It sent off waves of radiation in different parts of the spectrum as though the metal skin of the cars were heated by its passing from one time to the next. The shadow of a body stumbled forward out of the open door and collapsed on the platform a few feet from the train. Two maintenance workers rushed forward pulled the person to safety.
"Enter the train now." The agent's voice had the sound of urgency.
Thomas guided Layla to the door and they stepped into the train known as SCP-052.
End Part 1.