When I see a 2xxx number I always go to the first page. I hope I'm playing him within tech's idea for the character. If not, I hope one of you lets me know.
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When I see a 2xxx number I always go to the first page. I hope I'm playing him within tech's idea for the character. If not, I hope one of you lets me know.
Ah yes. For the record, tech may make any additions to the plot as he is involved in the mission as well.
OOC: This might be a triple post depending on how long this takes, but whatever. I'm having ALL the fun doing this.
IC:
The lights flickered as the train pulled out of the station. The girl turned her head back and forth as she looked at something he couldn't see. He looked out of the windows and saw only a pale light. He heard the kerchunk of the wheels as they passed over the tracks. The lights flickered once in while but everything looked calm. Still, a chill creeped up his spine. Despite the looks, something felt off.
Layla watched the third rail pass beneath them. She hadn't seen any electrical wires like this before. The glow was dimmer, but the color was richer. Maybe the older wires had more resistance. Maybe the wires were made of something completely different. She made a note of it on a tablet the Institute had designed for her. To Thomas, it looked like it was off, but she tapped on it like she was actually doing something.
Layla felt his stare the way any other person would. "The screen gives off radio waves. It's in full color to me." She smiled, more than a little proud.
"I shanked a man with a bone from my arm once." Thomas looked both ways for the person he was supposed to capture.
"That's...um," Layla paused in her typing, "nice." She put the tablet back in her purse.
"When do I get to break this guy's head?" Thomas cracked his knuckles.
"I can't beyond this car, but the conductor should be in the front. Let's go forward." Layla stood there looking at Thomas's shadow. "You go first."
"Right." He walked toward the door to the next train car. "I'm guessing this guy is a pencil-necked geek. You have to be a nerd to make a time traveling train, right?"
"These are people like us, Thomas. Nothing about us is typical."
"Whatever." Thomas opened the door and stepped into the next car.
"Wait," she said when she stepped in behind him. "Something here is different." The smell in this car was tinged with ozone as though electricity were arcing somewhere. She didn't see anything. "Tell me what you see."
"Sure. It looks like a restaurant. White tablecloths and plates with silverware. It looks expensive."
"Can you look under one of the tables?"
Thomas knelt and lifted the nearest tablecloth. "There's something shiny here. It's kind of small." He picked it up and stood. "It looks silver."
"Put it on the palm of your hand and hold it next to your chest."
Thomas did so. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to look at it." Layla softly hummed in her head. The object lit up for a moment. "It's definitely metal. Just keep it steady, please." She hummed again for longer this time. The object lit up in more detail, and Layla smiled. "Huh. It's a tooth filling."
"Aw, crap." Thomas dropped it. "That's disgusting."
Layla pulled a small bag out of her pocket. "Now you have to pick it up again. Put it in this bag." She heard him grumble as he knelt and picked it up. He dropped it in the bag, and she closed it and put it back in her pocket. "Keep an eye out." She took out the tablet and typed for a minute.
Thomas sat at a table and watched the far door. "This is bullshit. Someone else should be doing this. I'm not some secret agent, you know."
"Neither am I, but I learned a long time ago that it's better to keep your mouth shut and play the cards you're dealt." Layla put the tablet back and started forward. "Well, get moving."
"Hey, who put you in charge?" Thomas stood and went ahead of her anyway.
"I'm the one who paid attention during the briefing." Layla laughed softly. "Besides, I'm a grown up."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Thomas stopped when they reached the next door. He thought he saw movement in the next car, but the windows in the doors were small. "I think someone is up ahead. Stay here."
"Okay."
Thomas opened the door and stepped across the gap between the cars. He opened the door to the next car and looked into the space beyond. It seemed as if this was the kitchen car. He could smell fruits and vegetables. Pots and pans swung from hooks in the ceiling. The chill in his spine hadn't gone away, and now it wrapped his spine in its icy grip. He motioned Layla forward as he stepped all the way inside.
"Hey, Layla," he said just barely above a whisper, "how long do you think this train has been going through the subway?"
"It started in the thirties, I think. They've gotten passengers from a thousand years in the future, though." Layla felt it, too. She could nearly see in this car. Faint pulses of energy ran slowly from one end of the car to the other in both directions. They were a dull red color, much weaker than anything humans used. They traced patterns of intricate detail as they passed through circuits embedded in the walls. She hummed softly and saw the ovens and stoves and boilers that hid the electronics from normal sight. Faint blue lines like the ones she was used to seeing ran from the red circuits to the knobs on the appliances.
"What are you seeing?" Thomas fidgeted. He couldn't see the far door through the hanging dishes and utensils. The chill grew more with each passing moment.
Layla ignored him for a moment and rapidly typed into her tablet. She put it away and answered. "I'm seeing very bad things. Be very careful in here and don't touch anything. There's no telling what any button or knob will do. I think this is the time travel control room. We need to get the Trainman, so get moving. Carefully, please."
Thomas nodded and inched forward in between the appliances and the counters. They had made it halfway when Layla grabbed him.
"Get down. Something is coming." Layla pulled him to the floor. A bright light shined through the door behind them. It was bright enough that she saw everything. "I think it's him."
Thomas crawled around her and faced the door. He heard the handle turn and the door swung open. The man who walked was thin just like Thomas expected, but he wasn't weak. The man moved purposefully as though he had control of every muscle. He stopped and looked around.
"I know you're in here. You might as well come out and face what you have coming." The man took a few more steps toward them. "I promise it will only hurt a little." He chuckled from deep in his chest with gravelly sound of a smoker.
Thomas stood. "Okay, you got me. I kind of stumbled on the train. I think I got on the wrong one."
"No, you're one of those goddamn Foundation assholes. I know where I stopped. I even let a passenger off there." The Trainman smirked.
"Hey," Thomas's forehead wrinkled in anger, "who the hell are you calling an asshole?"
"Oo, I'm so scared. You don't even have a gun." The Trainman jumped forward and hit Thomas in the stomach.
Thomas doubled over for a moment but rose up with a punch to the Trainman's jaw. The man stumbled back.
Layla crawled toward the front of the train. She could see the engine in the next car.
The Trainman shook his head. "So they sent one of those freaks." He reared back and swung at Thomas with a yell. Thomas sidestepped, but the punch connected in his side. He heard the crunch of splintering bone, and a rib poked out of his shirt.
Thomas grabbed at the rib and ripped it out of his skin. He jabbed at the Trainman, but he jumped to the side. The Trainman grabbed a knife from a butcher's block on the counter and swung it at Thomas. Thomas ducked and brought the piece of his rib up to the Trainman's stomach. The rib caught on the Trainman's shirt and tore a hole in it but missed the skin. The Trainman brought the knife down and grazed Thomas's ear. Thomas tried to roll to his right, but the space was too narrow. The Trainman's next swing gashed his arm. He cried out in pain.
Layla had reached the door to engine room, but Thomas's cry stopped her. She turned to see Thomas get up and swing his rib at the Trainman's face. The Trainman stabbed at Thomas's stomach but missed by less than an inch. Thomas tried to counter, but the Train man was too fast and Thomas hit the counter with his rib snapping it in half. He dropped what was left and started swinging his fists.
"Thomas, get down!" Layla squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the Trainman's bright aura. She screamed so loud in her head that later she wouldn't be sure if she had screamed with her voice too. She saw the air ripple between her and him. Thomas crawled away from the Trainman as the wave of focused energy caught him full in the chest. The Trainman flew backwards into the door of the car. Layla slumped to her knees and Thomas jumped to his feet.
The Trainman pushed himself up and started forward, but he caught Thomas's fist in the jaw. The Trainman's jaw shattered and he fell to the ground.
"So, you think you're so bad? What about this, jackass?" Thomas knelt next to the Trainman and rained blows down upon him. "How does that feel? Do you like that now?"
"Thomas!" Layla called from her spot on the floor. "We need him alive!" The wet smacks of pulverized flesh slowed and then stopped.
The only sound in the car was the rolling of the wheels and Thomas's heavy breathing. Layla's heart rushed in her ears as she stood to walk toward Thomas and the Trainman. The Trainman's bright aura had faded but was still strong. She reached into her pocket.
"Here, Thomas. They gave us these to bind him. It's some kind of unbreakable cord. I think it's from a Greek myth. That part I missed." She handed him the golden cord.
Thomas tied the Trainman's hands together and ran the cord around his waist then ankles. "That shit hurt." He grabbed his blood-soaked side.
Layla hummed and saw the dark spot on his shirt. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine in the morning." Thomas leaned against a stove. "So this is the control room."
"I think so." Layla looked around. "Now, the hard part."
"What do you mean?"
Layla sighed and pointed at the Trainman. "We need him to get back home."
End Part 2
IC:
The lights flickered as the train pulled out of the station. The girl turned her head back and forth as she looked at something he couldn't see. He looked out of the windows and saw only a pale light. He heard the kerchunk of the wheels as they passed over the tracks. The lights flickered once in while but everything looked calm. Still, a chill creeped up his spine. Despite the looks, something felt off.
Layla watched the third rail pass beneath them. She hadn't seen any electrical wires like this before. The glow was dimmer, but the color was richer. Maybe the older wires had more resistance. Maybe the wires were made of something completely different. She made a note of it on a tablet the Institute had designed for her. To Thomas, it looked like it was off, but she tapped on it like she was actually doing something.
Layla felt his stare the way any other person would. "The screen gives off radio waves. It's in full color to me." She smiled, more than a little proud.
"I shanked a man with a bone from my arm once." Thomas looked both ways for the person he was supposed to capture.
"That's...um," Layla paused in her typing, "nice." She put the tablet back in her purse.
"When do I get to break this guy's head?" Thomas cracked his knuckles.
"I can't beyond this car, but the conductor should be in the front. Let's go forward." Layla stood there looking at Thomas's shadow. "You go first."
"Right." He walked toward the door to the next train car. "I'm guessing this guy is a pencil-necked geek. You have to be a nerd to make a time traveling train, right?"
"These are people like us, Thomas. Nothing about us is typical."
"Whatever." Thomas opened the door and stepped into the next car.
"Wait," she said when she stepped in behind him. "Something here is different." The smell in this car was tinged with ozone as though electricity were arcing somewhere. She didn't see anything. "Tell me what you see."
"Sure. It looks like a restaurant. White tablecloths and plates with silverware. It looks expensive."
"Can you look under one of the tables?"
Thomas knelt and lifted the nearest tablecloth. "There's something shiny here. It's kind of small." He picked it up and stood. "It looks silver."
"Put it on the palm of your hand and hold it next to your chest."
Thomas did so. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to look at it." Layla softly hummed in her head. The object lit up for a moment. "It's definitely metal. Just keep it steady, please." She hummed again for longer this time. The object lit up in more detail, and Layla smiled. "Huh. It's a tooth filling."
"Aw, crap." Thomas dropped it. "That's disgusting."
Layla pulled a small bag out of her pocket. "Now you have to pick it up again. Put it in this bag." She heard him grumble as he knelt and picked it up. He dropped it in the bag, and she closed it and put it back in her pocket. "Keep an eye out." She took out the tablet and typed for a minute.
Thomas sat at a table and watched the far door. "This is bullshit. Someone else should be doing this. I'm not some secret agent, you know."
"Neither am I, but I learned a long time ago that it's better to keep your mouth shut and play the cards you're dealt." Layla put the tablet back and started forward. "Well, get moving."
"Hey, who put you in charge?" Thomas stood and went ahead of her anyway.
"I'm the one who paid attention during the briefing." Layla laughed softly. "Besides, I'm a grown up."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Thomas stopped when they reached the next door. He thought he saw movement in the next car, but the windows in the doors were small. "I think someone is up ahead. Stay here."
"Okay."
Thomas opened the door and stepped across the gap between the cars. He opened the door to the next car and looked into the space beyond. It seemed as if this was the kitchen car. He could smell fruits and vegetables. Pots and pans swung from hooks in the ceiling. The chill in his spine hadn't gone away, and now it wrapped his spine in its icy grip. He motioned Layla forward as he stepped all the way inside.
"Hey, Layla," he said just barely above a whisper, "how long do you think this train has been going through the subway?"
"It started in the thirties, I think. They've gotten passengers from a thousand years in the future, though." Layla felt it, too. She could nearly see in this car. Faint pulses of energy ran slowly from one end of the car to the other in both directions. They were a dull red color, much weaker than anything humans used. They traced patterns of intricate detail as they passed through circuits embedded in the walls. She hummed softly and saw the ovens and stoves and boilers that hid the electronics from normal sight. Faint blue lines like the ones she was used to seeing ran from the red circuits to the knobs on the appliances.
"What are you seeing?" Thomas fidgeted. He couldn't see the far door through the hanging dishes and utensils. The chill grew more with each passing moment.
Layla ignored him for a moment and rapidly typed into her tablet. She put it away and answered. "I'm seeing very bad things. Be very careful in here and don't touch anything. There's no telling what any button or knob will do. I think this is the time travel control room. We need to get the Trainman, so get moving. Carefully, please."
Thomas nodded and inched forward in between the appliances and the counters. They had made it halfway when Layla grabbed him.
"Get down. Something is coming." Layla pulled him to the floor. A bright light shined through the door behind them. It was bright enough that she saw everything. "I think it's him."
Thomas crawled around her and faced the door. He heard the handle turn and the door swung open. The man who walked was thin just like Thomas expected, but he wasn't weak. The man moved purposefully as though he had control of every muscle. He stopped and looked around.
"I know you're in here. You might as well come out and face what you have coming." The man took a few more steps toward them. "I promise it will only hurt a little." He chuckled from deep in his chest with gravelly sound of a smoker.
Thomas stood. "Okay, you got me. I kind of stumbled on the train. I think I got on the wrong one."
"No, you're one of those goddamn Foundation assholes. I know where I stopped. I even let a passenger off there." The Trainman smirked.
"Hey," Thomas's forehead wrinkled in anger, "who the hell are you calling an asshole?"
"Oo, I'm so scared. You don't even have a gun." The Trainman jumped forward and hit Thomas in the stomach.
Thomas doubled over for a moment but rose up with a punch to the Trainman's jaw. The man stumbled back.
Layla crawled toward the front of the train. She could see the engine in the next car.
The Trainman shook his head. "So they sent one of those freaks." He reared back and swung at Thomas with a yell. Thomas sidestepped, but the punch connected in his side. He heard the crunch of splintering bone, and a rib poked out of his shirt.
Thomas grabbed at the rib and ripped it out of his skin. He jabbed at the Trainman, but he jumped to the side. The Trainman grabbed a knife from a butcher's block on the counter and swung it at Thomas. Thomas ducked and brought the piece of his rib up to the Trainman's stomach. The rib caught on the Trainman's shirt and tore a hole in it but missed the skin. The Trainman brought the knife down and grazed Thomas's ear. Thomas tried to roll to his right, but the space was too narrow. The Trainman's next swing gashed his arm. He cried out in pain.
Layla had reached the door to engine room, but Thomas's cry stopped her. She turned to see Thomas get up and swing his rib at the Trainman's face. The Trainman stabbed at Thomas's stomach but missed by less than an inch. Thomas tried to counter, but the Train man was too fast and Thomas hit the counter with his rib snapping it in half. He dropped what was left and started swinging his fists.
"Thomas, get down!" Layla squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the Trainman's bright aura. She screamed so loud in her head that later she wouldn't be sure if she had screamed with her voice too. She saw the air ripple between her and him. Thomas crawled away from the Trainman as the wave of focused energy caught him full in the chest. The Trainman flew backwards into the door of the car. Layla slumped to her knees and Thomas jumped to his feet.
The Trainman pushed himself up and started forward, but he caught Thomas's fist in the jaw. The Trainman's jaw shattered and he fell to the ground.
"So, you think you're so bad? What about this, jackass?" Thomas knelt next to the Trainman and rained blows down upon him. "How does that feel? Do you like that now?"
"Thomas!" Layla called from her spot on the floor. "We need him alive!" The wet smacks of pulverized flesh slowed and then stopped.
The only sound in the car was the rolling of the wheels and Thomas's heavy breathing. Layla's heart rushed in her ears as she stood to walk toward Thomas and the Trainman. The Trainman's bright aura had faded but was still strong. She reached into her pocket.
"Here, Thomas. They gave us these to bind him. It's some kind of unbreakable cord. I think it's from a Greek myth. That part I missed." She handed him the golden cord.
Thomas tied the Trainman's hands together and ran the cord around his waist then ankles. "That shit hurt." He grabbed his blood-soaked side.
Layla hummed and saw the dark spot on his shirt. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine in the morning." Thomas leaned against a stove. "So this is the control room."
"I think so." Layla looked around. "Now, the hard part."
"What do you mean?"
Layla sighed and pointed at the Trainman. "We need him to get back home."
End Part 2
An yea, tech was talking about a machine that is supposedly the heart of a broken god. There's a church that worships it and tries to reunite the pieces of the broken god. Anyways, the machine runs on no power source and if you stick metal onto it, it will merge with the machine and become a part of it. If you don't, it'll speak to you and demand that you "feed it" until you go insane.
As for what I said, a while back I posted a pic of chuck for supernatural and said that that's what 343 looks like. It was my way of saying that I'll eventually merge some stuffs from the show into the RP. I'm trying to set it up a bit, but I'm a bit side tracked by a story I'm writing. It should be done tomorrow at the very latest, so then I can finally finish that merge
it's also why I used 343 to stop that army instead of something more fun like 682.Insane? I'm already insane enough with all the voices in my head. Nothing can make it worse. Try it?
OOC: Godmode, eh? -.- Time to fix that.
Okeydoke
An yea, tech was talking about a machine that is supposedly the heart of a broken god. There's a church that worships it and tries to reunite the pieces of the broken god. Anyways, the machine runs on no power source and if you stick metal onto it, it will merge with the machine and become a part of it. If you don't, it'll speak to you and demand that you "feed it" until you go insane.
As for what I said, a while back I posted a pic of chuck for supernatural and said that that's what 343 looks like. It was my way of saying that I'll eventually merge some stuffs from the show into the RP. I'm trying to set it up a bit, but I'm a bit side tracked by a story I'm writing. It should be done tomorrow at the very latest, so then I can finally finish that merge
I said no such thing... -.-
Oh, they can be much, much worse. The could hurt your head, and etc. :3
Byrne saw the bolt coming. As he did, he deflected it into the ceiling, causing the entire floor, and camera to vanish into thin air. He checked everything, picked up his sabre, and started drawing with fire. As he sketched lines in the air, the symbols he had drawn everywhere spluttered into life. They were in a state of superposition, meaning that they could only be seen, but they could not be interacted with. As he completed the final lines, the locks imploded in small sparks, causing walls and things to vanish. Everything was teleported to a single point in space. Well, the single point was infinite, but it was a single point. There was a rush of bodies as everyone picked themselves off each other, and looked around. Byrne made sure there were no weapons, and that everyone was more or less equally advantaged, or disadvantaged, and vanished.
Everyone else saw the remains of a carefully made ball of fire. However, when they neared it, the fire flickered and vanished into nothing.
Byrne was pushing a steam-powered car out out of the basement. It was much easier than it looked, since he had already warmed up the boiler, made his modifications, and added a lossless substitute. It was time to stretch a few rules. First of all, a relocation was necessary.
The other tech silly. FYI, 343 placed everyone back in their cells that wasn't supposed to be. Hope I didn't mess anything up. Teehee Also Whiz, I'll set you up with an experiment in a bit. Give me an hour or two to finish my story and then I'll be back.
Also Whiz, I'll set you up with an experiment in a bit. Give me an hour or two to finish my story and then I'll be back.Part 6
2 Hours later
Earth is gone. Finally. I always hated this planet. Since I remembered my existence. Since I started destroying it. I feel good. I feel that my job is done. No. It’s not. This universe. That’s what created earth. So it has to go too. It has to be destroyed. First off, this planets. Then the galaxy. Then the universe. And then, it will all be perfect.
Days later
Planets. Galaxies. Black holes. White holes. It’s all gone. But there’s something left. The universe itself. It keeps expanding. I also realized that I need oxygen to live. And that I can also…create it, as I need it. But now I need to do it. To destroy the universe’s boundaries. So it can no longer expand itself. I start. And has I do it, beams of light, beams of colour, beams of…perfectness. Yellow, blue, red, purple, green. 5 Beams. But I have to keep destroying the universe…no. The universe is already destroyed. And this Beams…they are not here anymore. I’m in…emptiness.
-“Victory. I won.”I say to myself. The universe is gone. Time no longer exists. Space no longer exists. There’s just…Nothing. I feel lonely. And now it’s time. Time for the new, clean and beautiful universe to exist. Where I can watch if something is wrong. Where it’s all perfect. Where justice is made. Where freedom rules. Where I’m respected. Where everyone is. It’s time.
BOOM. And it all happens quickly. It goes from the size of a small ball (OOC: I was going to write golf ball, but supposedly Deomi does not remember that kind of things.) to the size of a planet in a heartbeat (OOC: Again, she does not remember what a second is). And it keeps growing. And it’s all happening faster then what I was expecting. Planets, stars, (the creation of)black holes. In about 200 heartbeats, I see a planet getting hit by a thing, and that thing becoming his moon. And then some living things. Amazing! It’s perfect! I love it! Hey! No way! One of this living things just ate the eggs of another. He should die. I create a meteor and I throw it against the bloody guy. He deserves it--.No. No way. NOOOOOOOO. They’re all dying. Poor things. Oooh! Some flying guys survived. And they keep on. More living things. (OOC: Remember, Time is faster) Now some black guys with arms, legs, and a—They’re just like me (But black)! Woah. I see. They saw me, and has a way of respect they’re evolving towards me. Good. Now they’re moving upwards and they’re getting…white! Cool. They really love me. And now they’re flying! Cool.
TUNTUN. I hear my heartbeat again. Time stopped. I feel some kind of energy. It’s coming from those 2 big amounts of land in the middle of the blue stuff. From underground. From…Oh no. There’s this guy with some blades instead of hands. He’s coming after this lil’ girl. Poor thing. I destroy the blades. The guy passed out, when I destroyed the blades. Ha! Take th--. I’m missing oxygen. But I’m trying to create more. But I can’t. How’s it possible? Why can’t I do it? Damnit--
-God
I'm heading to my cell. Felix is already there. And it happens. I get lost. Again. It's always happening. I don't know why. I really don't.
I turn left, right, left left left, right left...And I see HIM. It's like a monster. A human with some kind of...blade in his hand?! They are blue. Light blue. I think I know who he is. He's name is Thanatos. John told me about him. Those blades.They...kill. I'm scared. Really scared. He's eyes...They are...blue, light blue, like the blades. I think he's not OK.
-"Ah...Thanatos...Are you OK?"I ask.
He looks at me. He starts running. He's mad. And I'm scared. What if he kills me. I die. I just hope I go to heaven. I really wouldn't like hell. I think hell is not a cool place. But he's scary. Maybe he's the devil. He's running towards me. I can't swap, he would kill me—His blades…they disappeared. Magic-like. Death. I hate dead people. They make me remember my mom. Here it goes. My mom’s last moments…
-“Deomi. I can see the universe from this room.”she says. Her voice is so weak. I miss her
-“Mom, how?”I ask. I was so young.
-“Because I’m as plural has the universe itself[E1] .”
-Deomi (edited version of the prologue)
(OOC Explanation: Ok, let’s try to be quick and simple. After Deomi killing Thanatos, she passes out for using too much “power” and she wakes up with dead guys around her. Thanatos is gone, but the blades are still there. First of all, the institution was able to get thanatos’s body. But they wanted the blades too. Unfortunately, the blades were too hard to take out, and that’s why there are dead bodies around her. But the institution was still able to get a part of the blades, a small fragment. An important fragment. With the fragment AND his body, they are able to start the THANATOS 2.0 project, trying to reproduce Thanatos’s blades once again. But something goes terribly wrong and they get some healing blades. About Deomi. The blades do not kill her because she killed Thanatos. When she gets back, Felix says her hair’s red dots are bigger. I thought that the blades were giving her power, but the hair was an indicator, a “power bar”. The blades also give her“ability”. She starts losing her memory and her “Humanity”. She gets “colder” and colder. She kills John, a friend of her. But then something (even) strange(r) happens. She loses the blades, but gains the ability to destroy, and later on, to create. This is fairly simple. The blue blades do not kill. They destroy. And the red ones, well, you guessed it, they create. But now, Technician is probably already posting that I’m his sister so let me explain the core part of the ending. As she destroys the (expanding)boundaries of the universe, she’s destroying time and space. So, with no time, with no space, she gets “back in time” and then, yes indeed, she creates the universe. (I’m totally your sister). But in the end destroys the blades. With no blades, none of this is happening, the universe is not created. YES A PARADOXZZZZ. And guess what’s happening? THE UNIVERSE IS BEING DESTROYED BECAUSE OF IT. Guess what? I DON’ T KNOW HOW TO SAVE IT. And…? IT’S YOUR MISSION TO DO SO. It doesn’t has to be immediate, it will take a while until this destruction comes to the institution. But it will happen. Anyway, I’m probably posting this on August 21st. Don’t expect to see me around in the next few days, until September the 2nd . Good vacations/holydays guys! (After all, it wasn’t that quick))
[E1]Both this and “I can see the universe from this room” are references to the Portuguese writer Fernando Pessoa.
2 Hours later
Earth is gone. Finally. I always hated this planet. Since I remembered my existence. Since I started destroying it. I feel good. I feel that my job is done. No. It’s not. This universe. That’s what created earth. So it has to go too. It has to be destroyed. First off, this planets. Then the galaxy. Then the universe. And then, it will all be perfect.
Days later
Planets. Galaxies. Black holes. White holes. It’s all gone. But there’s something left. The universe itself. It keeps expanding. I also realized that I need oxygen to live. And that I can also…create it, as I need it. But now I need to do it. To destroy the universe’s boundaries. So it can no longer expand itself. I start. And has I do it, beams of light, beams of colour, beams of…perfectness. Yellow, blue, red, purple, green. 5 Beams. But I have to keep destroying the universe…no. The universe is already destroyed. And this Beams…they are not here anymore. I’m in…emptiness.
-“Victory. I won.”I say to myself. The universe is gone. Time no longer exists. Space no longer exists. There’s just…Nothing. I feel lonely. And now it’s time. Time for the new, clean and beautiful universe to exist. Where I can watch if something is wrong. Where it’s all perfect. Where justice is made. Where freedom rules. Where I’m respected. Where everyone is. It’s time.
BOOM. And it all happens quickly. It goes from the size of a small ball (OOC: I was going to write golf ball, but supposedly Deomi does not remember that kind of things.) to the size of a planet in a heartbeat (OOC: Again, she does not remember what a second is). And it keeps growing. And it’s all happening faster then what I was expecting. Planets, stars, (the creation of)black holes. In about 200 heartbeats, I see a planet getting hit by a thing, and that thing becoming his moon. And then some living things. Amazing! It’s perfect! I love it! Hey! No way! One of this living things just ate the eggs of another. He should die. I create a meteor and I throw it against the bloody guy. He deserves it--.No. No way. NOOOOOOOO. They’re all dying. Poor things. Oooh! Some flying guys survived. And they keep on. More living things. (OOC: Remember, Time is faster) Now some black guys with arms, legs, and a—They’re just like me (But black)! Woah. I see. They saw me, and has a way of respect they’re evolving towards me. Good. Now they’re moving upwards and they’re getting…white! Cool. They really love me. And now they’re flying! Cool.
TUNTUN. I hear my heartbeat again. Time stopped. I feel some kind of energy. It’s coming from those 2 big amounts of land in the middle of the blue stuff. From underground. From…Oh no. There’s this guy with some blades instead of hands. He’s coming after this lil’ girl. Poor thing. I destroy the blades. The guy passed out, when I destroyed the blades. Ha! Take th--. I’m missing oxygen. But I’m trying to create more. But I can’t. How’s it possible? Why can’t I do it? Damnit--
-God
I'm heading to my cell. Felix is already there. And it happens. I get lost. Again. It's always happening. I don't know why. I really don't.
I turn left, right, left left left, right left...And I see HIM. It's like a monster. A human with some kind of...blade in his hand?! They are blue. Light blue. I think I know who he is. He's name is Thanatos. John told me about him. Those blades.They...kill. I'm scared. Really scared. He's eyes...They are...blue, light blue, like the blades. I think he's not OK.
-"Ah...Thanatos...Are you OK?"I ask.
He looks at me. He starts running. He's mad. And I'm scared. What if he kills me. I die. I just hope I go to heaven. I really wouldn't like hell. I think hell is not a cool place. But he's scary. Maybe he's the devil. He's running towards me. I can't swap, he would kill me—His blades…they disappeared. Magic-like. Death. I hate dead people. They make me remember my mom. Here it goes. My mom’s last moments…
-“Deomi. I can see the universe from this room.”she says. Her voice is so weak. I miss her
-“Mom, how?”I ask. I was so young.
-“Because I’m as plural has the universe itself[E1] .”
-Deomi (edited version of the prologue)
(OOC Explanation: Ok, let’s try to be quick and simple. After Deomi killing Thanatos, she passes out for using too much “power” and she wakes up with dead guys around her. Thanatos is gone, but the blades are still there. First of all, the institution was able to get thanatos’s body. But they wanted the blades too. Unfortunately, the blades were too hard to take out, and that’s why there are dead bodies around her. But the institution was still able to get a part of the blades, a small fragment. An important fragment. With the fragment AND his body, they are able to start the THANATOS 2.0 project, trying to reproduce Thanatos’s blades once again. But something goes terribly wrong and they get some healing blades. About Deomi. The blades do not kill her because she killed Thanatos. When she gets back, Felix says her hair’s red dots are bigger. I thought that the blades were giving her power, but the hair was an indicator, a “power bar”. The blades also give her“ability”. She starts losing her memory and her “Humanity”. She gets “colder” and colder. She kills John, a friend of her. But then something (even) strange(r) happens. She loses the blades, but gains the ability to destroy, and later on, to create. This is fairly simple. The blue blades do not kill. They destroy. And the red ones, well, you guessed it, they create. But now, Technician is probably already posting that I’m his sister so let me explain the core part of the ending. As she destroys the (expanding)boundaries of the universe, she’s destroying time and space. So, with no time, with no space, she gets “back in time” and then, yes indeed, she creates the universe. (I’m totally your sister). But in the end destroys the blades. With no blades, none of this is happening, the universe is not created. YES A PARADOXZZZZ. And guess what’s happening? THE UNIVERSE IS BEING DESTROYED BECAUSE OF IT. Guess what? I DON’ T KNOW HOW TO SAVE IT. And…? IT’S YOUR MISSION TO DO SO. It doesn’t has to be immediate, it will take a while until this destruction comes to the institution. But it will happen. Anyway, I’m probably posting this on August 21st. Don’t expect to see me around in the next few days, until September the 2nd . Good vacations/holydays guys! (After all, it wasn’t that quick))
[E1]Both this and “I can see the universe from this room” are references to the Portuguese writer Fernando Pessoa.
This story is scawy. I don't wike it.
All jokes aside, this story kind of messes it all up. I liked the experiment by experiment thing.
All jokes aside, this story kind of messes it all up. I liked the experiment by experiment thing.
To be quite honest. It is safe to say that simply saying "I destroyed the universe." is considered Godmodding. How did you destroy it, why did you destroy it, and didn't anyone say "Hey! This guy is destroying the universe! Maybe we should stop him or something?"
|Allright, took five hours instead of two, but the story got done! Now Whizz, I believe I promised you a experiment.|
Experiment 2541445:
Experiment 2541445:
Subjects: 808 and |oh dear, I forgot your number whizz. I feel so bad now.|
Experiment: 808 will be removed from containment temporarily in order to test |insert whizz's number here.|'s resistance to it's psychic attacks. If |insert whizz's number here.| is successful in evading 808's attacks, he will be sent on a mission to investigate the church of the broken god.
Status:Approved.
Experiment: 808 will be removed from containment temporarily in order to test |insert whizz's number here.|'s resistance to it's psychic attacks. If |insert whizz's number here.| is successful in evading 808's attacks, he will be sent on a mission to investigate the church of the broken god.
Status:Approved.
|Indeed I am, it's much more convenient whilst using an iPhone. Actually, I gave you the wrong SCP. Here's the correct one: http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-882 that should take care of it. There's an interview at the bottom which describes what it does much better than the description.|
Thomas had gone back to the dining car and was laid across three chairs, sleeping off his wounds. Occasionally a bump in the track would make him shift with a groan, but he was mostly peaceful for the moment.
Layla stood over the various kitchen appliances and traced the circuit designs into an app on her tablet. She glanced to her left every few minutes at the Trainman. His aura still pulsed and had grown brighter since Thomas had tied him up and leaned him against the counter near the door. Layla had checked the bindings twice just to make sure, but the Trainman's presence still made her uneasy. The researchers at the Institute had promised a new wardrobe full of designs within her sight range if she could bring back valuable information. They promised higher clearance if she could bring back the conductor of the train. She wondered what they had promised Thomas. He was young, impulsive, and prone to anger. Maybe he wanted a nice steak or a set of brass knuckles.
The Trainman stirred and opened his eyes. He pulled against the bindings, but the unbreakable cord did not budge. "What did you do to me?"
"We captured you." Layla finished the drawing of the circuit under the hotplate.
"No, what did you do to me? How?" He tried to shift against the cord, but each movement made the knots cinch tighter.
"A girl doesn't reveal her secrets." Layla smiled as her heart leaped into her throat. "How do you operate this train?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" The Trainman laughed with his gravelly voice. "How about a little quid pro quo? You tell about yourself, and I tell you about my train."
"I'm blind to normal light, but I can see low-level wavelengths like radio and x-rays. Your turn."
"You aren't new to this, are you?" The Trainman smiled as he looked her up and down.
"I used to work for the mafia. My talents made it extremely difficult to run surveillance on my bosses. That's two you owe me." Layla's heart settled down as she fell into this routine from her old life.
"Fine. Number one, the dials on the stoves set the year. Number two, the dial on the hotplate sets the month." He cleared his throat. "I don't suppose you have any smokes on you?"
"No."
"1955 was the next stop. I love me some Lucky Strikes." The Trainman coughed with a wheeze. "That thing you're tapping on, what does it do?"
"It's a portable computer. The display is set to my visible range." Layla adjusted her sunglasses. "Where do you set the day and time?"
"You don't. The day is every Saturday and the time is always just before midnight. It's the weak point in time on the tracks." His hands were turning white. "Why are you walking around here in your Sunday Best?"
"I love fashion. I may not be able to see the colors, but I feel texture of the fabric and the cut of the cloth." She looked around. "If you can only arrive on one day and time per week, one of these has to control which week of the month you've selected. What controls the week?"
"Smart girl. It's the fan switch above the stove." The Trainman felt his hands going numb and relaxed. The cord loosened a little, but it still cut into his wrists. "If that's all..."
Layla walked over to the stoves and reached for a knob then stopped. "I almost fell for it, didn't I?" She turned to the Trainman with a little chuckle. "Ask me a question, Trainman."
"I bet we could make a great team, girl." He licked his lips while he thought for a moment. "Why does your Foundation want me? I'm just having fun here. I hardly ever hurt anyone."
"The Foundation secures, contains, and protects abnormal phenomena. They bring all the freaks and mutants and artifacts to secure places so that humanity isn't destroyed by people and things like us." Layla heard the words as they came out of her mouth, and she knew that she had bought the idea of the SCP. "How do I stop the train at the station?"
"You set the dials then go up front. The red light on the right of the large lever will turn yellow as we approach the rift. You drop the throttle to half-speed and throw the leftmost brake lever. When the light turns green, drop the throttle all the way down and throw the center brake lever. When the platform emerges, you throw the rightmost brake lever. The rift will stay open for five minutes behind the train. At that point, you have two minutes to get the train through the rift that will open in front before you're stuck until the next week."
"Thank you." Layla turned back to the stove and started turning the dials. She set the hotplate and the fan then went forward to the engine. The Trainman started whistling a jazzy tune as though he didn't have a care in the world. The world outside the train was bright to her. They weren't traveling in any subway tunnel. She supposed that the train was hurtling through some space between time and reality. The colors swirled, and it reminded her of flying.
The Trainman's whistling was punctuated by a grunt that told her Thomas was awake. He walked in looking no worse for the wear. "Did you get it out of him?"
"Yes." She explained the process to him.
"But, you can't see colors, so how were you going to tell if it turned yellow or green?" Thomas scratched his head.
"What do you see outside?"
"Uh, it's gray and kind of smokey. Not much there at all."
Layla smiled at him and patted his arm. "The space out there is swirling with radiation that you can't see. I'll be able to see when the rift comes up. I would have woken you up."
Thomas nodded and looked over the levers and controls. "How long until we get there?"
"The colors are getting wilder by the minute. I don't think it will be long now. Take the seat. I'll probably be blinded if I stay out here when we go through the rift." She got up and let Thomas sit in the conductor's seat. "See you on the other side, Thomas. Thanks for keeping me safe. You were impressive." She gave him a small kiss on the cheek and went into the kitchen car.
The Trainman stopped whistling his ditty when she came back. He had relaxed his body so much that he was slumping, but his hands had color again. "What does it look like to you out there? I know there's a ton of cosmic radiation flying around the tunnel, and you can see it."
Layla shrugged. "Rippling colors. Bands of light and dark that constantly shift from one place to another. I guess it sounds like how normal people describe a kaleidoscope. It's beautiful."
"I hoped it would be." The sound of the engine wound down and the screech of the first set of brakes traveled through the floor. "End of the line. What do you think they will do with me and my train?"
"They will study you and the technology. You will have to go through experiments until they are satisfied that they've extracted all the information they can. And then...I don't know. I've seen some very old SCPs around the Institute. I imagine they have plenty in safehouses outside of there, too. Just go with it. They can be very nice if you're helpful." Layla felt her heart shift. Maybe it wasn't her physical heart, but she felt it all the same. The feeling of a job well-done sat well in her chest.
The engine went silent and the screeching brakes got louder. A rainbow of light flooded the kitchen car from the open door. Layla knew why the Trainman glowed now. She felt a bump as the train came to a stop. The light faded as they passed through the rift. Thomas came back and lifted the Trainman with one hand. She followed him through the cars and to the exit. The same agents that they had left were there again. They took the Trainman without a word and handed him off to two large men that had the look of the guards in the Institute.
"Welcome back, 2652 and 2911. Come with us." The agent gestured toward the stairs at the end of the platform.
A swarm of maintenance workers descended on the train as Layla and Thomas stepped clear. She still wondered what his reward would be when they got back. She started to open her mouth, but she stopped. He would need something to talk about on the plane ride home.
Layla liked that word. She put her hand on the one Thomas had on her arm to guide her until she could see. To guide her until she could see her way home.[DOUBLEPOST=1377125658][/DOUBLEPOST]
Layla stood over the various kitchen appliances and traced the circuit designs into an app on her tablet. She glanced to her left every few minutes at the Trainman. His aura still pulsed and had grown brighter since Thomas had tied him up and leaned him against the counter near the door. Layla had checked the bindings twice just to make sure, but the Trainman's presence still made her uneasy. The researchers at the Institute had promised a new wardrobe full of designs within her sight range if she could bring back valuable information. They promised higher clearance if she could bring back the conductor of the train. She wondered what they had promised Thomas. He was young, impulsive, and prone to anger. Maybe he wanted a nice steak or a set of brass knuckles.
The Trainman stirred and opened his eyes. He pulled against the bindings, but the unbreakable cord did not budge. "What did you do to me?"
"We captured you." Layla finished the drawing of the circuit under the hotplate.
"No, what did you do to me? How?" He tried to shift against the cord, but each movement made the knots cinch tighter.
"A girl doesn't reveal her secrets." Layla smiled as her heart leaped into her throat. "How do you operate this train?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" The Trainman laughed with his gravelly voice. "How about a little quid pro quo? You tell about yourself, and I tell you about my train."
"I'm blind to normal light, but I can see low-level wavelengths like radio and x-rays. Your turn."
"You aren't new to this, are you?" The Trainman smiled as he looked her up and down.
"I used to work for the mafia. My talents made it extremely difficult to run surveillance on my bosses. That's two you owe me." Layla's heart settled down as she fell into this routine from her old life.
"Fine. Number one, the dials on the stoves set the year. Number two, the dial on the hotplate sets the month." He cleared his throat. "I don't suppose you have any smokes on you?"
"No."
"1955 was the next stop. I love me some Lucky Strikes." The Trainman coughed with a wheeze. "That thing you're tapping on, what does it do?"
"It's a portable computer. The display is set to my visible range." Layla adjusted her sunglasses. "Where do you set the day and time?"
"You don't. The day is every Saturday and the time is always just before midnight. It's the weak point in time on the tracks." His hands were turning white. "Why are you walking around here in your Sunday Best?"
"I love fashion. I may not be able to see the colors, but I feel texture of the fabric and the cut of the cloth." She looked around. "If you can only arrive on one day and time per week, one of these has to control which week of the month you've selected. What controls the week?"
"Smart girl. It's the fan switch above the stove." The Trainman felt his hands going numb and relaxed. The cord loosened a little, but it still cut into his wrists. "If that's all..."
Layla walked over to the stoves and reached for a knob then stopped. "I almost fell for it, didn't I?" She turned to the Trainman with a little chuckle. "Ask me a question, Trainman."
"I bet we could make a great team, girl." He licked his lips while he thought for a moment. "Why does your Foundation want me? I'm just having fun here. I hardly ever hurt anyone."
"The Foundation secures, contains, and protects abnormal phenomena. They bring all the freaks and mutants and artifacts to secure places so that humanity isn't destroyed by people and things like us." Layla heard the words as they came out of her mouth, and she knew that she had bought the idea of the SCP. "How do I stop the train at the station?"
"You set the dials then go up front. The red light on the right of the large lever will turn yellow as we approach the rift. You drop the throttle to half-speed and throw the leftmost brake lever. When the light turns green, drop the throttle all the way down and throw the center brake lever. When the platform emerges, you throw the rightmost brake lever. The rift will stay open for five minutes behind the train. At that point, you have two minutes to get the train through the rift that will open in front before you're stuck until the next week."
"Thank you." Layla turned back to the stove and started turning the dials. She set the hotplate and the fan then went forward to the engine. The Trainman started whistling a jazzy tune as though he didn't have a care in the world. The world outside the train was bright to her. They weren't traveling in any subway tunnel. She supposed that the train was hurtling through some space between time and reality. The colors swirled, and it reminded her of flying.
The Trainman's whistling was punctuated by a grunt that told her Thomas was awake. He walked in looking no worse for the wear. "Did you get it out of him?"
"Yes." She explained the process to him.
"But, you can't see colors, so how were you going to tell if it turned yellow or green?" Thomas scratched his head.
"What do you see outside?"
"Uh, it's gray and kind of smokey. Not much there at all."
Layla smiled at him and patted his arm. "The space out there is swirling with radiation that you can't see. I'll be able to see when the rift comes up. I would have woken you up."
Thomas nodded and looked over the levers and controls. "How long until we get there?"
"The colors are getting wilder by the minute. I don't think it will be long now. Take the seat. I'll probably be blinded if I stay out here when we go through the rift." She got up and let Thomas sit in the conductor's seat. "See you on the other side, Thomas. Thanks for keeping me safe. You were impressive." She gave him a small kiss on the cheek and went into the kitchen car.
The Trainman stopped whistling his ditty when she came back. He had relaxed his body so much that he was slumping, but his hands had color again. "What does it look like to you out there? I know there's a ton of cosmic radiation flying around the tunnel, and you can see it."
Layla shrugged. "Rippling colors. Bands of light and dark that constantly shift from one place to another. I guess it sounds like how normal people describe a kaleidoscope. It's beautiful."
"I hoped it would be." The sound of the engine wound down and the screech of the first set of brakes traveled through the floor. "End of the line. What do you think they will do with me and my train?"
"They will study you and the technology. You will have to go through experiments until they are satisfied that they've extracted all the information they can. And then...I don't know. I've seen some very old SCPs around the Institute. I imagine they have plenty in safehouses outside of there, too. Just go with it. They can be very nice if you're helpful." Layla felt her heart shift. Maybe it wasn't her physical heart, but she felt it all the same. The feeling of a job well-done sat well in her chest.
The engine went silent and the screeching brakes got louder. A rainbow of light flooded the kitchen car from the open door. Layla knew why the Trainman glowed now. She felt a bump as the train came to a stop. The light faded as they passed through the rift. Thomas came back and lifted the Trainman with one hand. She followed him through the cars and to the exit. The same agents that they had left were there again. They took the Trainman without a word and handed him off to two large men that had the look of the guards in the Institute.
"Welcome back, 2652 and 2911. Come with us." The agent gestured toward the stairs at the end of the platform.
A swarm of maintenance workers descended on the train as Layla and Thomas stepped clear. She still wondered what his reward would be when they got back. She started to open her mouth, but she stopped. He would need something to talk about on the plane ride home.
Layla liked that word. She put her hand on the one Thomas had on her arm to guide her until she could see. To guide her until she could see her way home.[DOUBLEPOST=1377125658][/DOUBLEPOST]
My story is very Layla-centric, but she's my character so I was biased.
Allrightee then guys. Plot developments below.
I am allowing one player to have a character classified as an angel and one to have a character classified as a demon. These characters will not count towards your two player limit. If you want either one, say so and I will pick who gets which place. Any players found abusing their demonic or angelic powers in order to god mod shall be removed from their place and it shall be given to another. The demon may feed one character demon blood and break him or her out (demon blood is an SCO. I posted it a few pages back.). The angel may break one character out. Neither the angel nor demon is allowed contact with 343.
*walks up to machine, confused*
More sorcery? Will these wonders ever end?
*grinding noises*
Those noises must be coming from that thing. Do you hear it, Mother?
'Hear what? You waking me from my Beauty sleep?'
Those grinding noises.
'Of course I do! I'm listening to your head, I can hear whatever you can.
*More grinding noises*
Better than what goes on in my head all day--
\What did you just say?/
Oh, hello, Hera.
\Grandmother, not Hera!/
Fine.
*More Grinding Noises*
'Now that I think of it, that's white noise! Good for my Beauty Sleep.'
Makes sense. I'll try to sleep.
*Lays on bed, and slowly closes eyes, falls asleep*
*half an hour later...*
'Hey! Wake up!'
What-what? *exasperatedly* Mother...
'Well, you just happened to go to sleep right before my Beauty Sleep Ended!'
I guess it was good for sleeping.
*Day goes on, no problems, goes to bed and wakes up 12 hours later*
*Next Day Passes, and the next, and the next, and the next.*
*gruff voice* -I think we've seen enough. We're taking the Machine.-
Wait, no! It was good for my sleeping!
'And mine, don't forget mine!'
They can't hear you.
*Machine is removed from the room*[DOUBLEPOST=1377127670][/DOUBLEPOST]
Too tempting.
We all godmod enough in the Myriad Reality, I won't feed my hunger any more.
More sorcery? Will these wonders ever end?
*grinding noises*
Those noises must be coming from that thing. Do you hear it, Mother?
'Hear what? You waking me from my Beauty sleep?'
Those grinding noises.
'Of course I do! I'm listening to your head, I can hear whatever you can.
*More grinding noises*
Better than what goes on in my head all day--
\What did you just say?/
Oh, hello, Hera.
\Grandmother, not Hera!/
Fine.
*More Grinding Noises*
'Now that I think of it, that's white noise! Good for my Beauty Sleep.'
Makes sense. I'll try to sleep.
*Lays on bed, and slowly closes eyes, falls asleep*
*half an hour later...*
'Hey! Wake up!'
What-what? *exasperatedly* Mother...
'Well, you just happened to go to sleep right before my Beauty Sleep Ended!'
I guess it was good for sleeping.
*Day goes on, no problems, goes to bed and wakes up 12 hours later*
*Next Day Passes, and the next, and the next, and the next.*
*gruff voice* -I think we've seen enough. We're taking the Machine.-
Wait, no! It was good for my sleeping!
'And mine, don't forget mine!'
They can't hear you.
*Machine is removed from the room*[DOUBLEPOST=1377127670][/DOUBLEPOST]
Too tempting.
We all godmod enough in the Myriad Reality, I won't feed my hunger any more.