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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 25, 2012 14:57:40 GMT -5
*Gun, gun, gun...sword! I pick up the laser sword happily, turning it on so that it glows with hot white light. It's nice to have a sword again, though the knives look pretty cool too....* Th-thanks. *I turn to look at the demon cat things, moving the sword experimentally from side to side. It's lighter than my other one and whistles through the air quickly, making a fzzzzzz sound. One of the demon cats gets too close and one of it's paws gets lopped off I feel...powerful. And the whatever-it-is serum is still hurting, as demonstrated when I move too fast or something and my legs cease to work again. I fall to the ground in a heap. Another cat gets too close and loses a leg.* C-can I get this over with?
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Post by Hank Manson on Mar 27, 2012 21:16:51 GMT -5
Hm, you didn't cut off your own limbs. Sad, I wanted to test the regenerative I was developing. Oh well, it wasn't ready for human testing anyways. *I push a few buttons and the platforms level out once more. The corpses are dragged away by robotic arms, and the sword is powered off.* Now, how did you feel the sword performed on a scale of 1 to 10?
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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 27, 2012 21:26:05 GMT -5
They're already dead? *I can't remember killing any of them. Why are they only bodies now? And why isn't my sword working? I could have had more uses for it.* Um...seven, for the disadvantage formed by your ability to turn it off. I needed that! *One of the cats they're dragging out is still mewling weakly, its tail twitching, as it bleeds out from a long, shallow gash across its chest. I walk over to try and pet it, ease its suffering, but it dies a few seconds after I put my hand on its head. My eyes start stinging.* ...get me out of here.
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Post by Hank Manson on Mar 30, 2012 20:15:45 GMT -5
Very well, please come out here and change those clothes. You look absolutely disgusting. *I push a button with opens the door back into the lab* Shed whatever you have and change into one of the jumpsuits I have provided for you.
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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 30, 2012 20:21:27 GMT -5
*At that, I promptly back up, hugging myself and shaking my head.* No. I like my clothes, and you just want to...ruin...me, and don't! I'm not that stupid, sir, and I won't. I just won't. *I sit down on the ground obstinately, still clutching the useless sword hilt. I can use it as a sort of club if need be.*
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Post by Hank Manson on Mar 30, 2012 20:26:40 GMT -5
You really don't have a choice, I just like to give you the illusion of free will. I'm a lot like God that way. LaCY, change Nox for us, will you? She doesn't quite understand who's in charge. *I turn around to respect Nox's privacy. There's cameras for a reason*
*LaCY's arms come down and begin tearing at Nox's clothing.* I'm sorry. *LaCY whispers to Nox and starts being more gentle*
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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 30, 2012 20:36:58 GMT -5
No! No no no, please don't! Please! KILL ME INSTEAD! *I curl up into a ball as well as I can, sobbing furiously with all the terrified sadness I've been trying to hide for the past three days or so.* End this! Please! I don't want to live anymore. Just kill me. Don't let him...I'm scared. *I stare into the distance at something that doesn't seem to be there.* Mommy, I'm scared....
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Post by Hank Manson on Mar 30, 2012 21:10:54 GMT -5
*After some struggle, LaCY finishes clothing Nox and retracts her arms.*
*I turn around and chuckle as Nox is crying on the ground.* Well, don't you look pathetic? Get up already. You'll die when I find you no longer useful. As long as you've got a body... well... *I laugh and smirk at Nox. Being evil has so many perks.* Now get up!
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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 30, 2012 21:16:02 GMT -5
*I feel...wrong. Volume gave me those clothes. They were the last things I had of a time when I was happy. And that's not even mentioning the fact that I've just been assaulted by a robot while the perverted doctor watched and forced into clothes that other people probably died in.* Give them back. P-please? I won't change again, I just want my clothes back. And, um...m-maybe some food and water? *Before I asked, I hadn't realized how dry my throat was. It almost burns.* It doesn't have to be anything good, just some water and bread or something, but please. I'm so thirsty.
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Post by Hank Manson on Apr 1, 2012 17:20:39 GMT -5
Oh, right. You require food, don't you? Unfortunately... your clothes have been sent to the incinerator, but I can give you the ashes if you want. *I push a few buttons and a plate of bread and beans falls down in front of Nox. A glass of water falls to her side as well.* Eat up, more testing awaits. *I sit at my desk and a plate of steak and mashed potatoes awaits. I casually take a sip of wine also at my desk and bite into the steak* Damn, it feels good to be gangsta.
You are neither fly, nor ghetto, Hank.
Oh, I didn't realize I installed your humor core. *I roll my eyes at LaCY* You know damned well what my roots were.
Of course... How could I forget. *There is a hint of sarcasm in LaCY's voice. Personality development?*
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Post by Volume Virus on Apr 1, 2012 17:26:37 GMT -5
*I don't give myself a chance to be sad and simply shove all the food into my mouth as fast as I can. I down the water in two gulps and finish the plate in under a minute. I'm still parched and still hungry, but it's better than nothing...I think. I realize too late that starving to death may have been more favorable than whatever's going to happen to me next.* Um, I don't mean to be, um, t-too demanding for my position, but do you think I might have, um, a bit more water? Maybe? *If I'm going to live a bit longer, may as well try to make my worthless existence less painful.*
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Post by Hank Manson on Apr 1, 2012 17:52:15 GMT -5
Hahaha! The lab rat wants more water! How wonderful. What are you willing to do for this extra water, rat? *I place my hands over each other on the desk, and lean forward.* Better yet, are you willing to barter for your freedom? There are a few things I need to be done, but I can't go out and do them myself. You would get the chance to test new technology, and earn yourself better food. Maybe even some proper clothing. It's in your hands, Nox.
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Post by Volume Virus on Apr 1, 2012 18:12:14 GMT -5
Um, I-I...I don't know. What would I have to do? I want to know if it's, um, worth it and all... *I start backing up a bit, sort of crawling backwards on my hands and knees. I still don't trust myself to stand.*
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Post by Hank Manson on Apr 1, 2012 18:15:03 GMT -5
Worth it? What choice do you have? If you don't make yourself useful to me, I will make you useful. You don't want that. Trust me. *I wink at her and smile.* Give it some thought, and let me know once you've decided.
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Post by Volume Virus on Apr 1, 2012 18:19:36 GMT -5
*Well...now I'm scared. I curl up into a little ball in a corner, trying to make myself small.* Please don't. I guess I could do the, um...tests? Whatever you call that torture. Just don't...um...y-you know what I'm trying to...oh, just...! *I hide my head quickly. I need to stop talking, or he might hit me. Or stop feeding me. Or...I don't even want to think about it.*
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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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