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Post by anderson on Apr 10, 2009 20:12:14 GMT -5
It was quiet... too quiet within the underground city with scientists, Geass kids and high Britannian officials for inhabitants. The most prominent one within the city was Dr. Phillippe A. Anderson, the Head of the Geass Directorate. He has a very special reputation around, often regarded in a similar light to the fictional 'Men In Black' that are often found in novels. Having many secrets to hide, mostly those secrets involving the Geass, and some experiments related to the Geass and Immortals.
At the time being, there is an experiment being conducted by Anderson himself, a rare sight indeed. He has been regarded as a legend when it comes to medical knowledge, mostly by other doctors who have seen him, and especially within the Geass Directorate city. Often regarded as the new father of medicine because of his technological breakthroughs, of course, those breakthroughs won't be shared to the world, only kept within the city.
The latest experiment was a nobleman, he was being strapped to an operating table in a room with a view from the top. Of course, the view from the top was for all inhabitants of the city to observe this experiment and learn from it. There was a creepy vibe given around as the surgeon and the patient were in the room. This vibe was given out by the Geass children staring down from the view, never blinking even once. All of them looking with no sort of diversion to snap their attention.
The 'normal' people on the other hand were taking photos constantly, noting all of the information down on the medical boards they have within their grasps. Their interests were on the patient, since this is one of the surgeries that might pose as a breakthrough in medical science. The chance to reach the unreachable! To achieve the unachievable! To make the impossible possible!
The nobleman who was the patient was none other than Tristan Leodegrance, being kidnapped from the hospital. There were no injections to make him unconscious, but out of mercy, he was given an injection to paralyze him for 24 hours and another injection to remove the pain entirely, allowing Tristan the option to watch. If anything, Anderson took it upon himself not to hurt a trapped prey, since it was an insurance to have his goodwill after all.
Phillippe was wearing the surgeon's attire, including the scrubs, the cap, the goggles, the plastic gloves, and of course, the doctor's facemask. He took on the appearance of what Tristan would probably dislike, that of a doctor.
The surgery seemed unnecessary although, since the Serum was in fact just a syringe, there was no need to operate like that. Of course, there is always that one ulterior motive, Anderson seemed to have an agenda at mind, having already opened up Tristan from his stomache, although normally this'd kill the man, but there are several tubes within Tristan giving him blood, and the oxygen mask placed around him. The opening was so deep, that it exposed the spine, with the exception none of his organs are damaged and are still intact, simply moved out of place.
Anderson had a metallic piece on his grasp, fitting it into Tristan's spinal cord, connecting it to his nerves that leads to his cerebrum. A strange sensation was given out as Anderson would stitch the metallic piece in place. This metallic piece given out a very weird sensation as it would be connected to Tristan's central nervous system, developing basic kinesthesia for the Captain the instant moment it connects, and a heightened sensing.
Once all of that was done, Anderson took out the syringe, looking for the largest blood vein within Tristan's body before injecting the virus within Tristan's blood system. If anything, this was the only thing the painkiller won't shield the Captain from, in fact, usually the effects is unendurably strong pain, that as if being torn inside-out, smashed at the same time and being dismembered, all at once, and it would last for 30 seconds. Often the result would be either death... or the unachieved new set of abilities. This was Anderson's special virus.
If it did achieve, Tristan's opening on his stomach would immediately close with no scar, he would have a more strengthened set of bones, and an increase to muscles (subtle and unnoticeably). Or so, Anderson would hypothesize, all of this will be seen in this experiment. Perhaps Tristan would tread the path to where no mortals have stepped forward before, a breakthrough if that was the case since Tristan's DNA can be looked at and studied in order to find out what just gives it the special properties in order to do that. Of course, if he fails, they can always just dump his body somewhere and bury him to say the least.
At the moment, Anderson looks at Tristan with curiousity, eager to learn how the experiment will go on. His medical aides as well are looking at Tristan, taking off their facemasks since it started chaffing. They are staring as they would try to see if Anderson's special serum would work or not, after all, it's their Chief Executive Officer who did the experiment himself, not someone who is prone to failure like his subordinates. A person to look up to no matter what happens. A cult personality hero.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Apr 11, 2009 22:56:34 GMT -5
The observation deck was full; full of children and men and women of science. The elders had their notebooks and their tape recorders, all set on capturing every moment of an experiment of human evolution, the next step in creationism. She didn't give a thought to the outcome. Expermients for the betterment of personal achievements meant nothing to her. She'd watched other men with other, if not similar, ideals commit crueler acts of atrocity for less planned out doings. One more was droplets in a well.
Hebe stepped closer to the glass, wrapping her arms around a small boy in front of her and resting her chin on his crown. He didn't take his eyes from below and neither did she.
The good doctor slit Capi-tan down the fault line of his chest, cutting neatly through meat and bone, pushing all the pieces aside for later. She knew him, Anderson. He would not stop until he got his pound of flesh. 'One pound of flesh, no more, no less. No cartilage, no bone, but only flesh. This task done, he would alieve, relieve, and let the man go free. But gifts of life are not without cost. One pound for one is one ton for thee.' She lited her head to the side and watched him place his metal crutch to paladin's bone back.
He stabbed Paladin's Aorta with the poison of ages. And poor baby had to watch. She smiled fondly as baby boy's eyes rolled, whites as visable as Selena's Smile. It was her turn now. She released her cuddler, let him fall freely against the glass in wonder. She pat a small girl as she turned and left for the stairs, politlely ignoring the brat swat her away. She skipped down and opened the door to the operation room.
All the others were garbbed in medical wear; she had been given some but scrubs were so ugly. Hebe'd retrieved her nurses dress from the Royal Infirmery of Area 11, but it was... spruced up a bit. She'd sliced a good six inches off the hem and added her favorite black stockings and garter-belt; the shortened skirt showed off the straps snaking up her thighs. Red stilletos that a certain rich woman didn't need anymore tip-tapped across the marble floor.
She walked around the operating table to the head, and leaned over him, touching her nose to his forehead, chin, cheeks, lips, nose, trailing down to his ear.
"Remember me?" she breathed. "All the world is a stage, brother, and it's time to pick your part. You have no choice in now. But you have a choice in next. One; you die. There is screaming and agony and this sensation I hear is similar to demonic sacrifice. The real kind, not the cheap knockoff that happens here on earth.
"Two. You survive this. You pull from the depths of your soul and climb the glass and nail strune mountain. You get up and live." She lifted her head so she could look into his eyes. "There is no victory in death. Only cold and black and memories of repeating failures to keep you company."
She cocked her head. "Does that sound like fun? Does a momentary loyalty to people who would sooner forget your name warrent an eternity of nothing?" She smirked prettily. "Think of it this way, if you like; if you live, you can avenge yourself."
She leaned back and kissed his cheek gently. "Choice, baby. It's the most difficult thing in the world. Make yours." She stood and stepped back, out of paladin's sight.
Anderson looked at her. Hebe smirked and winked.
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Post by bradums on Apr 13, 2009 18:14:27 GMT -5
The pain was unbearable.
Or it would've been considered "unbearable", but the young Captain had no choice but to bear it in full. The anesthetic had been enough to keep the horrors going on in his midsection from affecting him much, and until the injection made its way into his body, Tristan might as well have been in a sordid dream. Once the injection took hold, however, his body was exploding with agony. It was almost as if he had been injected with hellfire and dropped into an ocean of razors.
He could feel it in his muscles. He could feel it in his bones. He could feel it in his soul, it seemed. This was pain and agony in its truest form.
Though it only continued for a few moments, it seemed to Tristan as if he were writhing in excruciating pain for days. Gradually, the pain almost seemed to fade away as if he were becoming attuned to it. It no longer burned like it did, but silenced itself. The feeling in his midsection returned, but the numerous incisions and openings made quickly closed themselves and healed anew. His stomach, torn open and experimented upon, soon looked as it did before he was strapped upon the operating table. Tristan's blue eyes darted between Anderson and Hebe as it seemed as if he were breathless and in shock.
Indeed, he looked as if he died for a moment as he collapsed and fell silent. Moments later, however, the Britannian inhaled sharply and remained laying on the table as if in a trance...
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Post by anderson on Apr 15, 2009 6:45:19 GMT -5
There was a dark and sinister smirk emerging from Anderson's lips as he looked at Tristan with a gleeful interest. The kind where a mad scientist would regard something as a recreation of what he would envision; Tristan's significance towards scientific breakthrough of the truest form. It was a smart thing to record everything, since to learn how Tristan survived would ensure others would survive a process similar to that.
"Make sure to record all of this... I want to have this moment saved as the greatest medical breakthrough of the century!" Anderson said quite daintily with an unexpected high pitched voice.
"Hmph... should've remembered to clear my throat earlier..." He frowned, but quickly shrugging this off.
In a move that would be considered foolish on Anderson's part, he released the straps on Tristan's operating table, freeing the Captain essentially of the shackles that held him back and prevented him from escape.
"Make no mistake, this is the greatest freedom you can get now that you are a part of this glorious family." He commented, "From now on, you will be our agent, continue your life as normally as you would... but do keep in touch, I wouldn't want my best subject to simply disappear off like that."
"And oh yes!" Anderson remembered, tossing Tristan his military clothing, "Be sure to wear something, we have children here who shouldn't be seeing things that grown-ups know what they are for." He said with a jokingly sarcastic humour.
"Hebe-darling, can you be a peach and escort Mr. Leodegrance to a helicopter? It isn't like he will run away since we are taking him out of the city and all... and be sure to put a blindfold around him until he was taken out to the proper coordinates of his exit." Phillippe said in what appears to be his sweet tone to Hebe. It was either he was sarcastic, or he tried to put up a facade... or maybe even his real sweet side. Of course, it is hard to tell given Anderson's history of cruelty and all.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Apr 15, 2009 18:31:16 GMT -5
She knew his look. Baby boy was screaming inside his head, at the top of his metaphysical lungs, cursing the gods and the devils and all the while freezing through a razor blade bath. She'd taken a few herself. She knew that look.
And low and behold, the skin knit anew and flesh rejoined flesh. Butchered lamb was grazing sheep again. She clapped mildly as all around her the foolish little doctors and nurses slaving away under Anderson cheered at his and their success. She cheered for the paladin. He had chosen. Now he had to live with it. All things considered, he had to live with it for a good deal of time.
Curious. The good doctor released the chains that bound and bade him free passage away from the bright lights of surgury and shiny guns of captivity. He even made a joke. "Be sure to wear something, we have children here who shouldn't be seeing things that grown-ups know what they are for." He must be ill.
"Hebe-darling, can you be a peach and escort Mr. Leodegrance to a helicopter?" He was ill. "It isn't like he will run away since we are taking him out of the city and all... and be sure to put a blindfold around him until he is taken out to the proper coordinates of his exit." She looked at him and only raised an eyebrow. She had agreed to help him out of the goodness of her little black heart, not be the maid.
Hebe gave him the universal gesture of single-fingered ill-will and hopped up onto the medical table, leaning over the prone figure. She stroked a cold hand down his face. It was hot and sweating. But he was breathing; a sign of prolonged existance. She continued stroking his face, adjusting the military jacket and pants Anderson had thrown to cover the vital bits. Just because she could appreciate the view didn't mean the poor boy would want anyone else to. Oh. And the kids. Them too. Woe their eyes and all that.
"Wake up, little knight. Time to wake and seize the day."
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Post by bradums on Apr 16, 2009 19:01:02 GMT -5
Tristan almost seemed oblivious to it all, staring straight ahead throughout Anderson's exchanges toward him and Hebe. He could hear the doctor, of course, and he understood what he had said. His mind was 100%, for the most part. It seemed as if he were in a state of shock, non-speaking and unmoving at first. The captain twitched slightly when Hebe put the clothes on him and adjusted them. She took too much liberty in dressing him, and were he conscious enough or in a normal state of mind, he would've thrown her across the room for even touching him. However, his mind was still reconfiguring itself and attempting to wrap around what had just occurred.
At Hebe's insistence, he moved his arms to lift her off of him. There was no malice at this point. He had far more important concerns than harming his ride out of the hellish city. It was to his surprise, though, that when he flexed his arms to lift Hebe off, it was almost as if he were lifting a cardboard version of her - nearly weightless. He had his hands around her arms, holding her up in the air as he gazed in confusion. Something was wrong. He wasn't hallucinating anymore, the earlier pain and surroundings were a testament to that. Then again, didn't Anderson say that one effect of the experiment would be greater strength?
Dropping Hebe to her feet, Tristan rested his head wearily in his hands. "Take me away from here..." he muttered.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Apr 16, 2009 20:48:45 GMT -5
He'd lifted her, as easy as breath. The little paladin had taken her by the arms and had lifted her off of him without any strain. She glanced at the good doctor, silently transmitting a way to go, it worked message.
Dropping Hebe to her feet, Tristan rested his head wearily in his hands. "Take me away from here..." he muttered. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his head and shoulders, hugging him to her chest, and gently patted his hair. "You're going, you're leaving. There, there." She pulled him to his feet and, holding one hand, led him out the surgery door. A few more turns and hallways and they were outside, in the purple lighted city, in the purple lighted streets.
She paused, and looked up at him. He looked tired. Dried blood from the operation spotted his face and was splattered on his chest under the open jacket. Only bad memories of this place until the next time he was needed and called back here...
She stopped in front of him and held his hands, gazing up at him inquizitively. "Ne, Paladin. Do you want to see something pretty?" She hopped a little, like a child. "Do you want to see something really cool?"
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Post by bradums on Apr 17, 2009 13:06:24 GMT -5
"Cool?" he replied, shaking his head, "What could you show me that would be the slightest bit amusing at this point?"
He was slightly annoyed at Hebe's choice of words, mostly due to the giddiness with which she presented her offer. It didn't make any sense and after being ripped apart, injected, then somehow put back together like new...he wasn't in the mood for anything she would show him that she could describe as 'cool'. If what the past day or so had shown, her sense of what was 'cool' was what Tristan considered to be demented or wrong. The only thing he wanted her to show him was the way out so he could leave and figure out what the hell had happened to him and what Anderson injected him with...
Other than that, nothing seemed to matter in the grand scheme of things. He wasn't concerned with Hebe, he wasn't concerned with Pendragon, he wasn't concerned with his role in the military...he was concerned with whatever this city was and what it hid within its walls. These ghost children, the eerie glow, and most of all...Anderson's experiments.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Apr 17, 2009 14:09:38 GMT -5
"Cool?" he replied, shaking his head, "What could you show me that would be the slightest bit amusing at this point?" She shook her head and smiled. 'One step at a time, one makes nine, nine makes ten, there we walk strong again.'
She pulled him from the path to the super special secret Capi-tan exit to a new one, the path to the Collective. Toward the center on the city, the buildings became shorter and older, reminants of an older time and other inhabitants. They circled the Beacon like a deity, rising into platforms that arched over the vast pit that held the Light, acting as viewpoints for the citizens of the Directorate to gaze in awe at their source of power.
Hebe pulled Paladin up the stairs to one such platform. There in front of them was the Beacon, the immense Purple light stretching from deep below to high above into the dark of the ceiling. It was huge and powerful. Even an ignorant like the Knight should be able to tell that this was something to be speechless over. Winding in the center of the light, a spiral of knobby things made up the core backbone. They shifted in appearance, but most often they looked like faces or masks, each emmiting their own shade of light. This was the Collective.
She stood next to him and cocked her head. "Whatcha think?"
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Post by anderson on Apr 18, 2009 4:50:49 GMT -5
(OOC: Meh, shortest post for an exit.)
Anderson having recorded everything, walks out of the room. He was making his way through the hallways. The rest of the doctors were busy cleaning up the blood belonging to Tristan, or more specifically, collecting it in order to study it.
The DNA within the blood can probably allow the doctors to tell how Tristan actually managed to survive the serum's effects, seeing that it is fatal to most. Meanwhile, Anderson has finally made his way to quarters, locking the door before going to drink himself to death... or at least until he passes out in a drunken stupor nobody can wake him from.
[EXIT-ish]
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Post by bradums on Apr 20, 2009 17:47:51 GMT -5
Tristan was in awe, though he had no idea what exactly he was looking at. It seemed otherworldly, much like the rest of the hidden city they were in. This, however, was far beyond anything else he had witnessed. It was incomprehensible and dreamlike, and something within the Britannian felt oddly at-home. It was like a pacifier, simple yet calming.
"Why are you showing me this?" Tristan asked, eyes still fixated on the column of violet light. It was strange that this girl, the one who seemed to both hate and love him for some unknown reason, would show him the heart of the forbidden city, hidden from the rest of the world. She showed physical affection one minute, disgust the next...but this was something else entirely. All the while, Tristan was trying to discern what the entire setup actually was.
It looked...real, yet otherworldly. It was awe-inspiring, yet frightening in its existence. The surrounding collection of...mask, or whatever they were...only magnified those feelings.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Apr 20, 2009 20:18:11 GMT -5
"Why are you showing me this?" She smiled up at him, lacing both her hands through the fingers of the one of his she held. He was beheld, bewitched, bewildered, enchanted by the Beacon. Hebe bumped her head against his shoulder, looking to the side with him.
"Because I can. Because there are things beyond the norm and what man thinks they know." She rested her chin on his shoulder to look at him. "You are different now. I don't pretend to understand the Doctor, but he has made you better than you were. Being something other than what you used to be is," she hesitated, thinking of the moment in the car back at the hospital where she had seen grass instead of leather seats and black hair instead of blonde. "Difficult. But know only this."
She pointed at the Beacon. "God, man, animal, insect. It all returns to the Collective. You will always be part of something bigger than yourself, no matter who or what you are." She pulled him down to her and kissed him. "You will always be home."
She pulled back. "Do you want to leave now?"
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Post by bradums on Apr 21, 2009 18:15:46 GMT -5
Tristan looked down, taking his eyes away from the glowing pillar. He was tired, more mentally than physically. In fact, he felt better physically than he could remember. Then again, it was made painfully obvious that was the point of Anderson's experiment: to make Tristan more than human. As far as Tristan was concerned, changing a human at all made it...no longer human at all. Something that troubled him deeply.
Covering his forehead with his hand, the Captain sighed. "I want to leave in more ways than one," he replied, his mind working like a network to process all of the things it had absorbed in such a short span of time, "I suppose I should return back to the Britannian center in the Tokyo Settlement. If anyone asks any questions, I think I can come up with a cover story."
Whatever petty emotions drove the man's feelings toward Hebe or Anderson, he was far beyond them now. It was a luxury to despise a kidnapper, as it implied that the mere kidnapping was the worst they could do. With all that Anderson and Hebe had done to Tristan, he was...beyond resentment. There was a sense of loathing, of course, as the two had kidnapped him and performed brutal experiments on his body. However, that seemed like a long-past event now...
Looking back up to the violet light, the blue-eyed officer added, "I'll think of something. I...I don't want anyone to know about this. Or me."
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Apr 22, 2009 21:09:42 GMT -5
She smiled at him and patted his arm. "As you wish, Paladin, as you wish." She took him gently by the hand and led him back down the platform steps and through the city to the special-kidnap-victim-only-exit. She pulled him down and wrapped a length of silk scarf around his eyes. "Sorry baby, glass-eyes only." She walked him through the series of doorways and tunnels until they came to a carport where a nondescript, blackout windowed car was waiting. She opened the door and put his hand on the handle so he could find his way. She patted his cheek lightly. "A word of advice, my Knight of Nihm; the truth is over rated. The men in blue will ask where the green grass grew and you will want to tell, no matter how much you said you don't. Tell them exactly what they want to hear. An epic tale of drama and action where you came out victorious and escaped from the vicious viscount with not but a scratch, though you hit your head and locations are lacking."Hebe poked his cheek. "We will be seeing you again. Cross my heart and hope to die forever and a day. The circumstances are up to you," she pressed a paper into his free palm. "Call when you want to come back. Password is 'renaissance'. Later gator." She walked away, smirking behind his back. EXIT
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Post by bradums on Apr 24, 2009 19:11:38 GMT -5
Tristan gripped the paper tightly, knowing it was probably going to be important to have handy. As much as he wanted to forget all that happened during his time spent in captivity and all that had been done to him, Anderson was the only one who knew exactly what was going on in Tristan's body and if complications arose, he was the only person who could help Tristan. It was a necessary evil, to say the least. Without so much as a word, the Captain let the driver take him to what he could call 'home': the Britannian base in the Tokyo Settlement. Once they arrived, the driver opened the door for the young officer and removed his blindfold, allowing him the freedom to exit as he wished. Giving the driver a nod, Tristan got out of the vehicle and made his way through the base and into his residence. Despite numerous soldiers and lower-ranked officers pressing him with reports, the Captain ordered not to be disturbed. Though confused and curious, the men obeyed the orders given. Tristan, finally away from the glowing violet city, found no sleep in his bed. Only a span of time spent inside his own mind, trying to make sense of all that had happened...and what was to come. [Exit]
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