Secret Police
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Character Name: Lyante Nephila
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Post by Tyché on Jan 3, 2016 3:29:57 GMT -5
They wouldn't get her, oh no, whatever 'they' were. Lyante felt quite assured as she put down her bag and belongings in the Secret Police safehouse. Located not far from the original reports of this strange outbreak, the safehouse might have looked like a crumbling old building, but in reality it was much more.
The house had been a pet project to her and she had spent a lot of time priming it for most of the scenarios she could think of. From governmental collapse to zombie apocalyps to the collapse of the dome itself: the room she had locked herself in would survive it all. Fortified and shielded, all incoming data scrutinized on site facilities like a small lab: Lyante had gone full paranoia when she outfitted the room. She had even included living quarters for colleagues and a room to keep prisoners right at the entrance. People who went wondering in would be trapped, which would come in handy as she would need test samples eventually. She had been surprised she had gotten the funds to build the project, but she had soon realized the SP Director couldn't let an opportunity go to waste for him to have a shelter like that.
Him? Or her? Lyante had actually never seen the Director in person. She tended to define him as make in her fanfics though. Preparing to stay a while in the room, she put her spare clothes in the cupboards and started filling the shelves with her entertainment. She'd probably die if somebody saw she had bought the entire collection of that perticular manga series, but she had been dying to read it and the seclution of this room simply was too perfect.
She stretched herself out on the bed next to the one thing she owned that was essential for her to sleep soundly. The hugpillow's cover had had its best time, but Lyante had it had always been there for her to listen or guide her internal monologue so she found it exceedingly difficult to part with it. She propped it up and smiled at the sketch she had made on the back of the cheapest cover. The familiar, crudely drawn face stared back at her.
"I hope you don't mind our new living quarters. It's only for a little while".
She stretched herself out and lying on the bed contemplated the outbreak. The lights in the room would never go out. She'd be wearing her goggles to filter out any external triggers and ran the input through a few dummy NUIPs. It had to be something messing with the NUIP. She just didn't know what triggered it and if the malicious code was already in the NUIPs or got uploaded somehow.
What she needed now was more input. A colleague bringing a status update or someone falling for her trap; at any rate anything was welcome now.
she followed the NNN thread on the outbreak, making a note to look into the theory that visiting these boards was what caused the initial infection. She took precautions and scrolled through; waiting for anyone to visit her little parlor; just like the spider in the rhyme.
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Day 1
Day one went by with a mixture of leisure and disappointment. Maybe the safehouse was too well hidden, maybe the bait wasn't enticing enough. At any rate, it gave her lots of time to just spend the day sitting on the bed, reading her manga series. Joking and talking to the propped up hug pillow, she has surprised at how slow a day went by when you didn't really do anything. Finally it was late enough for her to justify going to bed; well, using the bed for its actual purpose. Unfortunately she found another flaw in her foolproof plan: making the lights unkillable made sleeping far from easy.
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Character Name: Elgen Galbraith
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Post by Elgen on Jan 7, 2016 3:01:36 GMT -5
Goddammit.
They’d all drawn straws. Literal straws. Whoever pulled the short one was the “loser.” But the loser for what? A certain check up, one could call it, for a special member of Secret Police. How the hell someone like the woman in question could ever join the ranks of SP still perplexed Elgen to this day. And he wasn’t alone in thinking this, seeing as how everyone was playing this stupid game to send the suckers out to make sure she was still alive. Why couldn't the damn Director go and do this "honor" if they were so keen to allow it? Elgen didn't have time for this nonsense. Also, he didn't care. If someone wanted to shut themselves away in a weird containment experiment, that was their problem.
”Come on, Galbraith. It’s like a break from work, just do it.” Elgen scoffed. How dare they make him badly imitate their voices to himself. ”None of those assholes had the decency to come with me. I’m gonna kill them when I get back…”
When he finally found this safe house, it seemed anything but. He could blow on it and it’d fall over into scrap metal. Maybe it was better to do just that… for safety reasons. This place was obviously condemned and in need of a good wrecking, and who better to deliver than Edinburgh? Of course, Elgen sighed, knowing full well he’d get busted for bodily harm or something of the sort. A shame.
He gave a cautious but firm knock on the door. Was that a camera? A building so skeevy had to have them hidden everywhere.
”Nephila, open the damn door before I do it.”
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Secret Police
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Character Name: Lyante Nephila
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Post by Tyché on Jan 8, 2016 4:26:27 GMT -5
Lyante jolted awake as the indication that someone was at the door started started blaring. The manga she was reading before she finally fell asleep slipped from her face; it had shielded her eyes from the ever present light. Five days it had been. Five days of uninterrupted boredom. She had read the entire series of mangas a few times, even taking up discussing the seperate volumes with the figure on her hugpillow. The highlight of her day usually had been the shower, washing away the fatigue momentarily.
Sleep deprevation was starting to show, as she found it hard to find any sleep with the constant lights. In the end, trying to get comfortable, she had been wearing one of her larger-than-it-needed-to-be t-shirts she used for sleeping and some panties around the clock. Free of the tyranny of pants and shoes, the room at taken more of a bachelorette appartment feeling. Now, finally there was someone at the door. Someone to test on, someone that maybe was seeking refuge, someone that she could finally test some theories on.
Excited, momentarily forgetting her fatigue, she flipped the screen on and...stared at the face of her colleague.
"Nephila, open the damn door before I do it."
She couldn't help but take a moment to take it all in. How could someone with rose-coloured glasses be so wound up all the time? She shook her head as she opened the communication channel:
"It's not a dam, it's a safehouse."
She knew this would make him even madder, and in order not to lose the front door, she quickly unlocked it, letting him in.
"Tell me, have you been infected yet? You seem even more ticked off than usual?"
Would it be against regulations to trap a fellow SP officer if it meant getting to know more about the outbreak? Would she get in trouble? Would Elgen just shoot her or use the axe?
She shook her head again, some caution might be adviced. Erring on the side of caution, she decided not to antagonize him any further:
"What brings you here?"
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Post by Elgen on Jan 24, 2016 0:29:25 GMT -5
What was that supposed to be? A joke? Or had she finally gone completely mad from being cooped up in this place for days? Isolation couldn’t be healthy… well, complete isolation anyway. Elgen was a solitary person, and he didn’t consider himself quite so strange. It was probably better to approach his colleague with caution at this point. Who knew what this experiment had further done to her mental capabilities? Elgen would be damned to be responsible for anything “unfortunate” if she decided to go postal on him.
”I’m not gonna stick around, don't worry,” he said firmly, ignoring her quip about being infected. Of course he was ticked off. The man was here instead of doing something important and worth his time— as in literally anything else.
Thankfully, he saw this trip would be short-lived as the door revealed the woman. She looked about as disheveled as he expected her to be. Obviously she hadn’t seen any modicum of the outside world beyond the slim viewpoint of her security cameras in a while.
”I’m only here to confirm you’re alive in person. Normally I’d take the talking thing as enough proof, but you know, SP wouldn’t be happy with that. But seeing as how you’re standing here, this is good enough for me—”
Elgen’s eye was caught on something as he peeked around her shoulders the horrors that lied within. ”…What the hell have you even been doing in here? It looks like you slept through a tornado.”
He squinted. ”What’s on that pillow…? The hell kind of experiment is this?”
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Secret Police
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Posts: 66
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Character Name: Lyante Nephila
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Post by Tyché on Jan 24, 2016 17:07:12 GMT -5
Lyante had bee nreluctant, but there had to be some sort of professional courtesy between fellow SP agents; after all, as they were all free to do what they wanted, they tried to stay out of eachother's way most of the time. Personally, she would have preferred him to follow her rules and not step inside the inner sanctum of her little hideout, but she didn't know Elgen to ever skip on an opportunity to be unpleasant.
"Well, I'm alive, now you can go report to the SP," she started as he interrupted her to comment on the room. It was true she hadn't really bothered to clean up the place these past 5 days. Her mangas were all over the place, her pants hanging from the chair; it wasn't that bad, but it ws definitely not tidy.
Still groggy from just waking up, she saw Elgen squinting at something. Then he asked about her pillow. Her eyes went wide with panic as the remark chased all of the sleep out of her system. Instantly she realised just how she was standing in front of her colleague and what he had just seen. This couldn't be happening, not him, of all the colleagues that could have checked in on her, he was the last she wanted to see her hugpillow. Well, that wasn't completely true; the bunnyman would be worse, Elgen would probably just mutter it under his breath and who ever listened to his muttering anyway...Still, this was bad. Worse yet, she had realized she was standin in front of him without pants. Suddenly she was glad she had kept showering; not so with taking the opportunity to wear her most seductive underwear.
The next half second, Lyante's mind raced and she jumped into action. Fighting a blush rapidly forming on her face, she pulled her shirt down more to ensure the t shirt covered her as much as it could and slipped past Elgen, pushing the door closed.
Leaning against the door, she gave Elgen a hateful glare. "I'm not letting you out until you promise to keep whatever you saw here a secret. Especially the pillow."
She knew exact how Elgen would react, but it didn't matter; even his weapon would have a hard time breaching the door and they had to wait 24 hours anyway, until the door could be opened again. She had all the time in the world to convince him to keep her secret. That or shut him up. After all, all the security measures where calibrated to protect her.
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Post by Elgen on Jan 31, 2016 2:04:33 GMT -5
About time she noticed. Elgen didn’t really care for the physical distractions of the human body that so plagued the people he worked with, but at the same time, the man was glad Lyante finally caught wind that she was underdressed for company. He continued to stare on ahead past her, choosing to study the room rather than watch her attempts to cover herself.
This place was a sty, to put it nicely. Not that he lived in some kind of perfectly organized utopia himself, but at least Elgen could find the floor of his apartment unit. He still wondered about the pillow but that was something else he’d never understand about people. A kink, fetish, whatever it was wasn’t any of his business. It wasn’t illegal so why did he even need to bother with it?
Now he was dwelling too long. She wasn’t dead. End of story. This was all he needed to know. ”Chill out, I’m not about to spill your private details to SP,” said Elgen before adjusting the strap of Edinburgh more comfortably on his shoulder. ”Next time, though, you might wanna be a bit more… presentable to whoever checks in next. You know, provided you aren’t dead or something by then.”
He was such a nice guy, what with the bit of advice he’d just dispensed. Maybe it was because the man was finally free to get out of here and go home. It was just too bad she closed the door on him right as he turned around to leave.
”I’d appreciate it if you moved.”
With an effortless shove, Elgen pushed Lyante out of the way and pulled on the door handle. It stuck fast. That was when he pulled again… and again and again. It didn’t budge.
”Where’s the lock on this thing?” he asked, searching around for something to twist or swipe. Nothing of the sort to be found. The hairs on his neck rose as it slowly dawned on him that this was Nephila’s domain. Entering and leaving so easily? How could he be so stupid as to assume it’d be that simple?
”Very funny. Haha. Now open the door. I know you know how.”
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Secret Police
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Character Name: Lyante Nephila
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Post by Tyché on Feb 5, 2016 11:08:19 GMT -5
"Of course I know how," Lyante started, "I opened it the first time, didn't I?" She was still leaning against the door, pulling her shirt down to cover her panties. Her face changed into a slightly more concerned look as she dreaded telling Elgen the next part: b-but, there's a safety precaution: You can only open the door after 24 hours of closing it."
She was sure he'd try to open it anyway, but she knew that wasn't going to work. She could knock him out, but not for 24 hours and any measures taken to contain him further would just be met with more anger and violence. No, clearly this wasn't the way to go. Instead, she slipped off the door and towards her chair, picking up her pants and quickly putting it on.
That's one thing off my mind.
A bit more presentable, she proceeded to pluck a a bra and shirt from the drying rack next to her bed, ignoring Elgen, who was sure to throw a huge fit over this and secluded herself in the bathroom. She decied to let Elgen figure out for himself she was right. She made sure however her Mr. Pillow was safely in a blast-free container in case Elgen went wild. Minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom fully clothed and brushing her hair.
"So, you ready to bunk down for the next 24 hours?" she tried to tell him in the most polite, non-mocking tone possible as she picked up several things off the floor, making the room as presentable as she was.
"I got games, books, comics, manga, heck we can even play spot the civilian here, but that might be a little too desk job-ey for you." Lyante got a twinkle in her eye: "or, is this the part were you tell me you were concerned for me all along and we have a heart to heart about feelings and how you never mean to be so mean?" Her eyes practically sparkled as she imagined the scene, emerging after the imprisoned day as good friends.
Then her smile left her face and she giggled to herself, "no, no, of course not, this is you we are talking about," she said, stating a fact, not a trace of poison in her words. Looking for something for him to do, she picked up a random manga from the 'still to read' pile and stopped dead in her tracks. A smile grew on her face and turned into a grin.
"oh, oh god, E-Elgen,"she said, showing him the cover, "It's you! You gotta read this!"
The cover showed a long haired redheaded guy with glasses, staring defiantly at the reader with a scowl on his face. "I can't believe it," Lyante said, disbelieve on her face. She started thumbing through the manga, looking for more instances of ELgen-like behavior, but soo nstarted reading, a blush on her face.
"O-okay,"she stammered, "m-maybe you shouldn't read this after all," staring at a two page spread of the main - and very male - characters kissing passionately.
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Post by Elgen on Feb 12, 2016 20:31:42 GMT -5
Elgen’s eyes darted from Lyante to the door, and then back to her again. He raised a brow. ”…So you opened it the first time. Do it again, then.”
Why did he suddenly feel like something was terribly, terribly wrong? He shook the door a few times, adding in a few firm slaps with his palm as the metal rang hollow. It couldn’t be. Was there a button or something that he just couldn't see? A remote she was hiding somewhere?
”Nephila!!” he yelled, finally noticing she had disappeared and leaving him to storm angrily across the messy floor. The soft sound of crunching book pages crackled under his boots. ”Don't you fucking run from me! What the hell is going on?!”
Claustrophobia? That wasn’t it. Something about this room made him unhinged as all hell, but it wasn’t fear. Dread, maybe— dread that Lyante, in fact, didn’t know a damn thing about this place either and that her experiment was just as much an enigma to her as it was the rest of Secret Police. Now Elgen was unwittingly part of the project too. A control, a variable, whatever. He wasn’t about to be stuck in a cage like somebody’s lab rat.
Ignoring her show-and-tell, Elgen ripped the manga from her hands. ”I’m giving you till the count of three to open the door before I blast it down. And I’m not taking any responsibility for collateral damage.”
With a click, Edinburgh came to life with a small whir of energy pulsing through its circuits as a warning. If rifle mode wasn’t enough to take down these walls, then he didn’t know what would. And if by some chance it failed, Elgen always had another more vulnerable target right here in front of him.
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Secret Police
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Posts: 66
Preferred Name: Tyché
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Character Name: Lyante Nephila
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Post by Tyché on Mar 16, 2016 6:06:41 GMT -5
Lyante sighed as Elgen smacked the book from her hands. "Well, if you can't appreciate the finer things," she said in a slightly irritated tone, "then...well, then nothing, cause no matter what you're stuck here for 24 hours." She shrugged, "but this is you, so let's have your little temper tantrum and be done with it."
She moved towards the bed, sitting straight upon it, grabbing one of the books closeby and began reading. "When you convinced yourself that shooting a door like that won't do any good, I'll be right here." She read on for a few seconds before adding: "keep in mind shooting me isn't exactly an option either".
Lyante had her theories - the outbreak needed to be triggered by something - and even though she had run a test through the disembodied NUIPs she had hooked up to the computer, she couldn't rule out emotions. Of course, making sure Elgen was infected in the first place would have been the logical first step, but Elgen was...well...it was easier to take advantage of the initial bursts of anger he was prone too. In the end, she deamed it much simpler than going through the effort of trying to tell him anything in this state.
She admitted to herself, she might have taken things to easy, but as her analysis of the NUIP code continued on the computers, there had been little for her to do. Elgen was actually a welcome change of pace. However, she could be without the shouting and angry voices and accusations of incompetence. He was the Secret Police officer that got trapped here with her, not the other way around.
She sighed, if the outbreak was related to a heightened emotional state, she would have known by now, Elge nwas hitting peak levels of irritation and anger. Another bust, she thought as she sighed again. "do you at least know any card games or something?" Lyante sneered, getting up and moving towards the kitchen, getting tea, "Did you want some, by any chance?" she asked, trying again to calm him down.
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Post by Elgen on Mar 26, 2016 17:34:26 GMT -5
Elgen took offense to the use of “temper tantrum.” This wasn’t a child’s fit, as she was so apt to describe it. 24 hours of being trapped. No outside communication from what he could tell, save for any poor souls who wandered towards the camera (and by God, the man hoped someone would be stupid enough to come here). He’d get Lyante for this somehow. Obstruction of work, entrapment, slacking on the job— he didn’t know what for but there was some valid excuse he could throw at the higher ups at HQ that’d get her in trouble. In the meantime, Elgen could take fate into his own hands and blast his way out of this prison.
”Just fucking watch me, Nephila,” he said, the gun firmly cocked at the door for a dead-on shot.
He wanted to do it. It’d be so satisfying watching the metal tear apart on impact, to see the dumbfounded look on her face when the man spun around to gloat about his brilliant idea. However, something nagged at him in the back of his mind. This place was basically a containment zone built to be impenetrable. Did that include energy-based bullets? Edinburgh’s measly eight shots couldn’t burn through human flesh all that well, let alone a reinforced door. There wasn’t even a handle or visible hinge to attack as a weak point.
With the tip of Edinburgh, he tapped the door a few times. Solid. What was this even made of? Of course, Elgen wasn’t going to ask but it seemed to him, based on the few clues he had, that this thing would recoil on him magnificently. All he needed was to be knocked back on his ass in front of Lyante. Reluctantly he put the weapon down, settling it into axe mode again.
”Okay, fine. I’ll let your door stay in tact. For now,” he said before walking over to a corner of the room furthest away from the woman. ”The mess it’d leave is more than I wanna deal with and HQ might give me shit for it anyway.”
Elgen firmly plopped himself down, eyeing her warily from where she sat on the bed. ”Don’t talk to me and we’ll get along just fine.”
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