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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 3, 2012 4:14:45 GMT -5
And... I believe that is all we need! Thank you for testing with Battery City's new Enlightenment Tests. You have passed with flying colors! Those colors being different shades of red. Shades of red which are now splattered on the wall... *I say to the now deceased test subject over the intercom. With the push of a button, arms protruding from the walls begin to clean up the mess.* Note to self: Next time, make sure test subjects are capable of jumping a fifteen foot gap. Or make gap smaller. Whatever is cheaper at the time. *I spin in my chair and LaCY comes down from the ceiling. Judgement filling her single, blue eye.
This is the fifth test subject in a week. Better Living is going to shut us down if you continue with these experiments. They yield almost no results, other than finding ways in which to not run a proper experiment. Hank, you need to do something productive.
LaCY... You just don't get it. I'm restarting science from scratch! You can't make an omelet without breaking a few bones.
I don't believe that is the proper...
*I pay no attention to LaCY and instead, watch video feed from the earlier battle which took place within the city. The Vipers, i think it was. Funny, for once the Killjoys were working with BLI. It seemed almost harmonious. Shame the two sides hate each other. I turn my attention to the Killjoy who was bound by the leader. She fights and struggles and eventually fights off and kills him. I sit amazed at her spirit and fighting ability.* LaCY, shut up for a minute. Who is that? *I pause the screen and zoom in on the young Killjoy girl. She has a streak of green in her hair and is very pale and slender.*
*Some mechanical buzzing is heard* Public records indicate her name is Volume Virus. Not much is known other than she was last seen heading towards Zone 2.
I see... *I put my hands together and do some thinking* Get me that girl. She may be the test subject i need.
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 6, 2012 2:05:24 GMT -5
*I scroll through a list of persons LaCY has composed of eligible candidates within BLI. My eyes focus on one in-particular. Red Havok.* A killjoy? Within BLI ranks...? Red Havoc... sounds like a killjoy callsign... but I don't have the full file... Dammit... i could find a use for her... perhaps... LaCY, we may have a new test subject...
Ooooh, I'll get the paper towels...
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Post by rileywilson on Jan 6, 2012 2:55:08 GMT -5
[Transferring from 'Hospital Wing' p.25]
*I knock on the door to Hank's damn lab, waiting to hear screams or explosions. I really can't hand what he calls 'science'. He uses no set method, no clear purpose! I shove these thoughts aside, prepared for the worst*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 6, 2012 3:00:47 GMT -5
Ah, LaCY, open the door for our guest, will you? *I sit at my desk, legs up, cigar in hand. The door opens automatically and shuts behind Wilson* Hello... Riley... *I take my legs off the desk and sit forward* Seriously? Your name is Riley? C'mon, man. Seriously? *I roll my eyes and tap my cigar* Come on, get over here. *I pass a file forward. It's a picture of Red and several crude notes.* I hear you're trying to get rid of her. LaCY sees everything.
Yes... more than i would like to... i told you to cover your bedroom camera...
Here's the deal. You give me Red to use as my test subject, and if she dies, she dies! Saves YOU from having to do the dirty work, and let's ME test new compounds and weapons for Better Living. It's a win-win, really. Of course, on the off chance that she survives the tests, I will set her free, into the desert. But who can survive out there with no weapons, and no way to communicate? Either way, the responsibility is away from you, and so is the girl.
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Post by rileywilson on Jan 6, 2012 3:06:55 GMT -5
*I wrinkle my nose at the smell of a cigar. I myself do not permit smoking around any technological equipment. I almost pity his LaCY system. I ignore his comments about my name. I look at the description he hands me, noting the fact that no one has survived the tests. It's a BLI document, so even Belle couldn't refute it...*
You know she's physically very weak right now, right? Her left hand is broken, she has a few broken ribs, a bruised femur, is recovering from two major surgeries... I could go on, but you get the idea.
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 6, 2012 3:11:16 GMT -5
All i'm hearing is "easy kill". *I chuckle and put the cigar out* Do you want to do this, or not? If you have that big of an issue with it, we could take her apart, put some science stuff in, and put her back together, good as new. Relatively painless. Well... I relatively in a relative sense.
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Post by rileywilson on Jan 6, 2012 3:15:53 GMT -5
*I drop the contract down onto his table and lean over, taking the cigar and putting it out on the table*
I don't care what you do with her, I just want to end my experiment. I have two more, much more exciting, experiments I'd rather work on as it is. I don't care what you do with her as long as she's gone. I'll send her and her file down now. Is that good enough for you?
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 6, 2012 3:19:31 GMT -5
The less paperwork, the better. *I cross my fingers and hands and point to the door* I'm sure you can see yourself out. Have her report here when as soon as possible. We have much to do tonight. Much to do.
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Post by rileywilson on Jan 6, 2012 3:23:36 GMT -5
Rot in hell, Hank.
*I reply and leave the room, quickly calling my assistants and heading for the hospital wing. I just want to get this done with*
[Transferring back to Hospital Wing p.25]
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 6, 2012 3:44:57 GMT -5
[From Hospital Wing p.25]
*The straps dig into my wrists, body, and head as the forgettable assistants wheel me to the one place no one in BLI wants to go. No one but the crazed scientist himself, Hank Manson. I'd heard other Dracs whisper about the place, how they felt sorry for even the killjoys that got sent there. I'm lightheaded from the pain in my body, but I don't care. I know I have to run away, escape somehow... *
*When I see the door to the lab I stop, remembering Wilson's words. The man I've struggled so hard for, lived for, bled for... has given up on me. What is my purpose now? I feel little better than a used up piece of equipment. I am nothing, a shell. I only hope I die quickly*
*The door opens and they wheel me inside*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 6, 2012 3:54:16 GMT -5
*Red enters strapped down with multiple people bringing her in.* Thank you. See yourselves out. Now. *As they leave I walk slowly up to Red, holding a scalpel and a clipboard.* Well... Red... You can't talk... and you are badly injured... you were an experiment, and now you have no purpose... *I lean in close and smile* I'm going to give you a purpose. You are going to help me discover the mysteries of science! Isn't that just exciting?
Why are you talking to her? You know she can't speak to you.
She's a repurposed asset, LaCY. Surely you can relate. You remember how i saved you from the scrap heap, don't you? If it weren't for me... you'd have suffered the same fate as your... sister program.
Hmm... I'll pretend you didn't say that... *LaCY descends from the ceiling, a glowing red sphere with one single "eye"* She's ugly, isn't she?
*I roll my eyes and push her aside.* you think every girl is ugly. *I look back to Red* Now... where to start with you...
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 6, 2012 4:02:23 GMT -5
*I start to shake. I can't help it. The only person that terrified me more was Basilisk... and maybe Wilson. My eyes dart between the scalpel in Hanks burly hand and the robot or whatever she is. Experiment... repurposed... the words spin in my head. I try not to think too hard about how alone I feel... how helpless. Hank leans in, dirty lab coat, messed up hair and all. I don't wonder if that's blood on his lab coat, but how many different people's blood are layered on it*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 6, 2012 4:07:56 GMT -5
*I start grabbing vials and IVs from my shelves and begin digging the needle into Red* Now, i know this hurts, but bear with me. All i'm doing is giving you a temporary adrenaline boost, and cortisol reducers. This will keep you awake for 48 hours, and allow me to test some regenerative agents on you. If you have any objections... *an evil smile crosses my face* say so now... *I wait for her response, and upon hearing nothing, continue* I didn't think so. *I take a green and blue vial and mix them together* This will strengthen your veins to prevent collapsing and ruptures during this time, and also aid in the formation of clots, in the event that you DO rupture. *I take a yellow one* This one... well... I don't know what this one was, i was hoping you could tell me!
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 6, 2012 4:17:00 GMT -5
*I start to scream by the third needle, my veins burning with whatever he's injecting into me. My right arm is on fire and I can't even shut my eyes. Sylvia... Max... where are you?*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 6, 2012 4:27:12 GMT -5
*At her screams i notice that the chemicals are taking effect nicely* Don't worry, it iwll only hurt for the next 14 hours. Then you won't feel anything at all! Then more pain... then back to normal! Then... more pain... *I take a second needle and inject the yellow liquid, which appears to turn black as it enters her veins. it is clearly visible through her skin.* Hmmm... interesting... *it starts to fade away after a while and the effect takes hold. Any and all scratches somehow begin sealing up, leaving only a small, white scar. The only side effect appears to be a sudden rise in body temperature, reaching near boiling levels* Hmm... interesting...
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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