Futuristic Ｔ Ĥ Λ Ŀ Λ Ƨ Ƨ Λ

[Aldur]

The fucking box.


And not the "sport" Eve was good at. Everything now seemed to have revolved around that box. Eve wasn't really one for solving these kinds of mysteries. She thought it was better to leave it to the other more "qualified" women of this group.


She kept looking at the two employees, slightly confused as she didn't know how to act anymore. That was until Dylan inserted herself into the scene. She looked more fierce than Eve did the entire time they were there. Eve slightly envied her in that moment. Her eyes were filled with rage. Eve's facial muscles tensed up when Dylan roared and she took a small step back.


Eve watched the redhead throw a fit. A bit childish, a bit too much. Everything was a bit too much. The ring fighter just watched her, stared, with a weird sense of pride. It's as if she was directly looking at her teenage self. She was freaking out, taking all of her anger out on the employees. Once she took a step back from her "victim" Dylan looked at Eve and literally unchained her. Upon being freed, the blue haired woman noticed that she had no idea how to react. She turned towards the two who seemed akin to a deer frozen in the headlights. She'd not kill people, would she? With the little amount of control she regained, Eve did nothing. All the anger and frustration, replaced by chaos and confusion. She could not make up her mind.


In a split second, Eve's face fired up once more, remembering all the things that happened before. They were dragged into this crumbling death trap, some of them killed...All clear now, locked up, threatened to be killed if not cooperative, experimented on. Her robotic arm shot up and gripped the man's neck tightly. It forcefully rose him from the ground. He grabbed Eve's left arm with both hands, wanting to free himself with all his might, gasping for air. There was fear in his eyes and Eve felt it, saw it. Eve's own steel blue eyes didn't break contact with the employee's. She could hear the people chanting her name, applauding. SNAP HIS NECK! one had bellowed.


In a brief moment, the man kicked Eve in the gut, which loosened her grip. He dropped down on his bottom, holding his neck. The ring fighter, under the spell of a temporary illusion, cracked the joints in her neck and stretched her arms as if she were about to perform in front of a crowd of people. She taunted the man as if he were one of her opponents. She quickly grabbed his right leg and dragged him a few feet behind her before pulling vigorously with both her hands and throwing him four feet in front of her. He landed flat on his chest. Without pause, she came behind him and put her fist at head level in front of her as if trying to excite the watching eyes.


Eve grabbed the man and tried to put him back on his feet. She assumed a fighting position and motioned with her fists for the man to hit her. In a fit of rage, he lunged at her. Eve intercepted his arms and locked them with her own, before thrusting her head forward into her opponent's face. She pushed with her whole body, driving the employee into the wall behind him where she promptly headbutted him again. She let go of his arms, and the man fell once more. She threw one gaze towards everyone in the room, Dylan specifically, before taking a few steps back. She regained focus on the employee who was coughing up blood. Eve narrowed her eyes and charged for a final strike. A shin to the face which hastily put the man in a sleep-like state.


Eve stood there, staring for a few good seconds, before looking back at the group, eager to collect the produce of her performance.

 

[hosaki]

Arina Smirnova

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One look at the positively murderous expression on Idras's face sent Arina flinching back a step, almost as if she were the one in danger, and not the man currently held against the wall. Her feeling was… different. It was true that he had committed unforgivable evils against them. For a moment, she could even delude herself into stepping aside – how easy would that be, to do nothing? But then she became painfully aware of just how close she was to crossing over to the other side. Here was safe, where morality was starkly black and white: killing people was bad, helping people was good. Beyond that lay things that she didn’t understand well, things that deviated from mundane and simple living. And that scared her.


"What will killing him do? Would that make you feel better?"The poor girl burst out in exasperation. "You'll become like them."There was an accusatory tone in her voice, and her brown eyes were wild with desperation.


"Killing,” –she shuddered at the word– “It can’t be justified. It can’t be right.” She said this more to herself, in order to dispel the fragmented playback of Elliot’s dulling eyes. Elliot falling. Elliot hitting the ground. Two wrongs don’t make a right, two wrongs don’t make a right.


”Please... Idras.” Arina injected as much feeling as she could into the plea. Her hand found its way back on his arm, tentatively resting there in a request for some understanding.

 

[sorrow made you]

IDRIS DALCA

”What will killing him do? Would that make you feel better?”


Yes. Yes it would.


”Then you’ll become like them.”


Laughable. If only she actually knew what Idris was capable of. What he had done. What had been done to him. Would she have the same views if she knew? If she were the one to watch her comrades and friends be executed because of a stupid decisions she made? To then have her eyes gouged and vision taken from her? Life was bleak. Filled to the brim with suffering. Yes, Idris had been given a second chance. Whatever supernatural intervention it was, Idris was here now, and granted the ability to make a difference.


And yet, here he was, wishing the man’s death so vehemently. Her response to his questions were pathetic. Completely and utterly laughable. Killing can’t be justified his ass! Why not kill the unnecessary evils in this world? Couldn’t she see that leaving him alive would be a huge mistake?


If this man could so easily kill Elliot, blackmail them into working for him and if they didn’t, easily kill them off like animals, then there’s no way that he wouldn’t attempt to abuse them in the future for his own survival. And yet she still wanted to let this trash go.


Again she tugged at his arm, pleading now. Begging as if it were her life he was strangling out. Staring down at her with blazing red eyes, he hissed and looked away. Ripping away from her grasp, he picked the man up by the collar of his shirt, then with a roar, tossed him off to the side into rubble.


”Idris. There’s two i’s and no a’s.” He hissed in response, leaving the man where he landed.


He turned his back to the man and glanced back at Arina who was now in line with his shoulder. His eyes had changed from red back to their original honey. “We should find a way out of here. Maybe the others are still alive.” Without waiting for Arina to respond, he started to walk.

 

[Poe]

K A Y E || M A T T I X

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This was getting them nowhere.


Kaye watched, her dull amber eyes processing. She was always processing. Her heart was beating slow and even in her chest. There had to be a better way to do this. Fists did not help. They had two brains, now they were down to one, and a crate unopened among them. They could muscle it – between Turin, Three and Eve she was sure they could manage it – but it would take too long. They did not have long.


She could feel the world creaking around her, threatening to give way under the weight of the situation.


Kayana, we have done this before.


Done what? Been stuck in the same place? Felt her heart beat?


Let us try this again. Tell me what you know.


Kaye moved towards the strange employee who stood before her, the other unconscious on the ground, and she crouched down. Her small and slender hand reached out to touch the unconscious man’s skull. “How terrible,” she said softly, her eyes nowhere near the other stranger but her words offered to them, “Fractured nose, he will bruise here and here. You know what happens during a knockout, right? All that nice, mushy protective casing in your skull wrapped up in nerves and veins and arteries. Boom, one hit and cell death. Neurochemical reactions, one after another.”


She tapped her finger on his skull three times.


“The brain is interesting,” Kaye sighed, “really, really interesting. Also, really, really, really fragile. All it would take is a nice little hole, right here, or even better – right through the socket. A little barbaric but it would work. A little handiwork and all you have to do is destroy the fibers and disrupting the connections to your prefrontal cortex. If you don’t die first, you would certainly be a bit easier to deal with. A little less defiant, I bet. You know, they say that a long time ago they used that to try and make people more agreeable, to make mental illness more manageable.”


“I wonder if it would make you more manageable.”


Kaye pushed herself up, her eyes meeting the stranger, a yawn passing through her lips, “Just a thought, of course. I am plenty sure all of these stronger people can muscle the crate open if you want to keep standing there. It just gives me more time with you.”


Kayana, it won't hurt a bit.

 

[Sunbather]

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⊷ The tense whimpers and gasps of the man Idris held onto underlined their conversation. Without direction or any sign of following their words, he continued to sweat and ache, his shoulder still bleed through his grey, official-looking attire. The hand that had just clutched into his wound, now smeared with blood, reached out to Idris's shoulder as the young man had diverted his attention. For a brief moment, he held onto Idris, before falling limp. As Idris looked back at him, the man's light seemed to fade out, and he sank down against the wall.


"Nurture others so you may grow. Endure to break free."


The letters with etched into the wall the man had leaned against before, each word wilder than the previous, the intensity with which they were engraved fading as well.


Suddenly, Idris could feel a burning sensation. Heat seemed to run through every poor of his skin surrounding the tattoo he felt, as if something stitched and pierced the area with great force, but without leaving behind any sort of damage. Once he would take a look at himself, he would come to notice that the sign lost the hand that had held onto the eye with the VII letters inside, as if it was only ever the annual shape to begin with.


Before Arina found a chance to attend Idris' surely burning skin, she herself felt an unbearable feeling of guilt. As if she had taken the last remnants of someone's dead spouse, this guilt seemed to spawn inside of her, resistant to any sort of reasoning. It bathed her in darkness, and she couldn't possibly understand why.


With the both of them aching, Brian finally found his whereabouts and scoffed in desperation. "We need to leave! Come on!"


As his voice rang through, the suffering seemed to subside, slowly but surely, and both Idris as well as Arina regained their stable state of mind.


@CRiTiCAL ERR0R @BlueInPassing

 

[Sunbather]

Dylan watched Eve's torture with a sense of pleasure and gree she didn't like admitting to. A grim satisfaction rushed through her, before panicked what to do next. They needed to get out of here.


The man Eve had reduced to a bludgeoned, unconscious mess let out one lest whimper, then collapsed. The chunky uniform was at least two sizes too large for him, and hid his breathing well enough to truely make him seem lifeless. Dylan felt uneasy, but was unsure how to react. Luckily, Kaye's voice sounded through the now silent room, unfamilar and in control. Her words seemed to up the volume of the woman's panicked gasps.


"Okay! I'll open it! Please don't kill me!" she begged, a vein on her temple bulging out in fear. Dylan's stomach sunk. This better be worth it.


"I can't lift it myself... I... Please, I just need..."


Dylan felt her fuse run short. She stomped towards the hallway, still turned to the rest of the group, all centered around the half-crying woman. "Someone help me." she barked.


As Dylan's steps sounded further and further away, Kaye would feel her energy deplete. She had succeeded at her attempt to intimidate the worker, but suddenly it felt as if she would never uphold her facade. Her body felt weak and her mind was vulnerable.


@Aldur @Mordecai @Poe @Coin

 

[Mordecai]

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Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.


drip. Drip. Dripdrip. Fucking hell.


At his side, Turin's fingers twitched nervously like he was playing a piano. Each brutal turn of Eve's fist was met with another wince of his handsome face. A sliver of black hair tumbled down his forehead and he tucked his eyes away from it as the blood dripped like the leaky faucet-- over and over and over again. How many times had he said he was going to do something, but failed to do it? How long had his sink leaked? How long would that blood drip?


Immediately, he turned his eyes away from Eve because he simply couldn't stomach the crude woman anymore. There was no need for her actions, and they certainly weren't anything he approved of. Still, in order to avoid making his own face look like a Picasso, he kept his mind and mouth shut. That was what was best. Don't fix the faucet, don't fix your face, the two rules of the game.


Drip. Drip. God damnit, I'm going to kill that woman.


Instead, his steely gaze flirted over Dylan, who he felt marginally more comfortable around following their little adventure, then landed on Kaye. What was her problem? She was like his leaky faucet-- just dripping all over the place. Metaphorically, of course. He wondered if she was okay, but immediately scolded himself for the thought. Of course she wasn't okay... he had just compared her to a broken faucet in his apartment. She didn't belong in his apartment, silly goose.


“Kaye?” he approached slowly, his arms crossing over his chest, hands folding in at his sides, “You uh... you okay?” He held his tongue in order to prevent himself from accidentally nicknaming her 'Faucet.' Broken as a faucet, but still useful-- hot and cold. Life was strange.


“Can I uh...” get her a glass of water? She's practically a faucet herself, idiot. Drip. Drip. Son of a god motherfucking bitch. Shit. “Get you anything?” Better.


All he really wanted to do was find an exit. He really didn't care about a goo monster, or dead bodies, or a battered worker, or a box. The only box he cared about was one he could find to crawl in and never come out again. “Do you need anything?” he reached out, resting a hand cautiously on her shoulder.


He would never escape that noise, would he? Huh.

 

[Poe]

K A Y E || M A T T I X

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Kaye felt tired.


Her bones hurt, marrow aching. She wondered at a molecular level if she was splitting apart.


The woman begged, she pleaded and Kaye did not move. She did not lift a single finger, only watched as she stepped away from her. It always hurt. It was not right. Her mind was not right. How long had it been since she sat down? Her limbs felt like lead, her heart a rapid unfamiliar jolt in her chest. Images flashed in her mind, broken memories that she had taken a rock to, shattered by her own hand. It did hurt. Much more than she made it out to hurt. The brain was fragile.


People were, too.


A frayed wire did not stop the current; it just made the spark wild.


Turin spoke, her eyes shot up to meet him as the words tangled on her tongue. Okay? She opened her mouth enough for the words to come out but she just inhaled. How long had she been holding her breath? Her eyes blinked a few times, strands of hair in her face.


You can rest when we’re done, Kayana.


Rest? It did not sound real. Neither did Turin. He was still here. She looked up, head tilted as his hand placed itself on her shoulder. Bigger than her bones. What was he saying? Okay. Okay? Okay. It all came rushing back to her, like a fit of vertigo, and she stumbled back a step before placing her hand on his arm and steadying herself. Her breath was shaky and it felt like she was reliving moments that did not exist.


Remember what we told you…


Remember what you did, you mean.


Kaye shook her head slightly. She needed to stop pushing, to stop thinking, to stop, stop, stop it Kayana. “I, uh,” she managed to sputter out, “I’m dizzy.” Her words were as slow as the blinks of her eyes. “I should – we – I need to sit.”

@Mordecai​

 

[sorrow made you]

IDRIS DALCA

Idris didn’t see the message on the wall. He had no reason to look back to see if the man was alive or not. Certainly the toss hadn’t killed him… did it? The brute could care less at that moment. He was on edge. His emotions a whirlwind within him.


A few steps forward and Idris felt something sear his skin over his heart, With a hiss, he clawed at his chest. He stopped abruptly and began to pull up his shirt to see what the hell that pain was coming from. Why did it feel like something was digging into him? As if trying to tear off layers of skin and stitch it back in place? When he looked down, he noticed the tattoo was different. Eyes widened as he analyzed it. How was this possible? But then again, how was any of this possible? How had he even gotten that tattoo in the first place? He was shaking. The mix of confusion fueling his anger and the pure pain, his body was just having a sensory overload.


“Nnn..shit…what is this?” Clenching his jaw, he tried to ride out the pain, though his hand continued to grip at his chest. He doubled over for a moment, hoping that the pain would subside soon.


“Arina...” He called out, looking back to the girl. What was she doing? What was that look on her face? Why.. why did it piss him off so much? The pain started to fade, and finally, Idris realized they were accompanied by another. So the old fart was alive! There was little time to muse on that fact, and he nodded his head. It was strange… he could feel the ghost of the sensation lingering. He felt a slight ping of emptiness when the pain completely disappeared.


Shaking it off, Idris trudged forward, nodding to Brian and taking the lead. “There’s gotta be a door or something we can get to.” He looked up, then around, the started to climb some rubble in search or something that may even remotely look like a way out.

 

[Aldur]

Eve felt proud. Proud of the senseless beating she brought onto the now comatose employee. It was one of the best stress relievers, even better than playing the keytar. Tone and semi-tone giving in to strikes and kicks.


One member of the public did not take so kindly to the show. She almost couldn't hold back an insult towards the man's resolve. Eve subtly spat when she passed Turin and ran 5 metallic fingers through her hair, ruffling it so it kept somewhat clear from the eyes and not impairing her sight.


The ring fighter approached Dylan and the other employee when she witnessed them struggle and yell for help, sly smirk imprinting itself on her face. It all comes down to manpower. The "bright" minds there couldn't open the box just by thinking it.


No. Brawn is important as well. Eve enjoyed it, it was her right to. So many years powering through blunt force trauma, loss of a left arm and being told she should just learn how to dance around a pole. And Turin couldn't stomach a couple of fucking headbutts.


"Hmpf!"


Eve took her position next to the two, rubbing both of her hands together, metal on flesh and flesh on metal.. "Need a hand?" she asked with a spark in her voice, grin still visible and slightly turned to the left. She truly felt reinvigorated.

 

[Coin]

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Three pressed her thumb and index finger and spread them across her brow, as if nursing a headache. Physically, it was impossible for her to have a headache in the first place, but at least it gave her an excuse to avert her eyes from the situation that only continued to sour. Their objective was so far detracted from its origins and only seemed to spiral further into redundancy without clear leadership or direction. It had become even clearer that no amount of convincing at this point would pull their attention away from the contents of the sealed crate.


It didn't take long for Three to get to the aforementioned crate, but when she did, she made it clear to express her paper-thin patience. No one else was getting needlessly hurt on her watch.


"Step away," Three said sternly, before ushering Eve away at the collarbone and away from the crate. "Please, you've done enough."


Positioning herself in between Eve and the crate, Three got a feel for the weight of the box before hoisting it over her shoulder and balancing it back to the group. The strain on her lightly damaged leg joints was only worsened by hefting the box alone, but the hydraulics did not give. With as much grace as the AI could muster, she lowered the box to the ground in front of the others, mindful for potentially fragile contents. Sizing up the hinges, Three was well prepared to force the lid off if necessary.


"Here is your container," Three spoke to no one in particular.

 

[Mordecai]

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Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.


Drip. Splat.


Turin's eyes raised and he snorted a little as the blue-haired woman left a very crude present for him just a few inches from his feet. She was a charming woman, more spiteful than anyone he had ever met before and was probably the type to find it more insulting when someone called her vulgar than shrewd little woman. Still, the joke was on her because Turin was used to the sounds of a leaky faucet and wasn't that what this was? Wasn't Eve just leaking water with the same vindication that his sink was?


It was annoying, truly, but livable and Turin's gaze settled back on Kaye without second thought. Let her boil in her annoyance, or whatever stream of emotions she was feeling, because he wanted none of it. With one hand curled around his waist and the other settled on Kaye's shoulder acting as more of a statue for the young woman on to balance her wait than any thing of comfort, Turin fell into immediate silence. He had always felt marginally more comfortable with those types of people who had brains that closely resembled scrambled eggs-- they were less likely to be disappointed by the bland personality that settled behind his cool grey eyes and tumble of black and silver hair.


“Yea okay, we can sit,” he replied, glancing over for just a moment as Eve and Three went to deal with the crate, or whatever. He still didn't understand the importance of the create. “But only for a minute, alright? It looks like we'll be leaving soon.”


Breathe, Kayana. It isn't over yet.


"Yeah, ok," Kaye managed out before she leaned up against the wall and let her body slowly slide down to the floor. Her head was spinning, her mind racing, but it was a machine without a belt. Everything spinning as fast as it could, but nothing connecting the gears. Her mind was going ninety on neutral. Nothing was shifting, just excess energy wasted.


Her amber eyes flickered up to Eve and Three with the crate, and her head tilted slightly.


"She's my ex's sister," Kaye blurted out, as though it was just another piece of information to collect. None of her memories held much emotional weight anymore and when they did, she was just too tired to feel them. "She should spit at me, not you."


"Ex's sister?" Turin's brain, that was about two-hundred kilometres slower than Kaye's, didn't immediately connect the dots until he followed the woman's gaze to Eve and the neurons behind his eyes lit up with understanding. "Ah," he shrugged lamely with indifference, "We just don't see eye to eye, that woman and I."


Of course they didn't, Turin towered over her. He didn't see eye to eye with anyone. Figures of speech were weird.


Folding both of his arms over his chest, though not in an aggressive way so much as he was just folding into himself, he stood patiently in front of the young woman as she seemed to slowly be catching her breath... and her brain. "She seems alright as people go, it just seems like she has a lot of energy and feels she has a lot to prove to everyone else. I am also not the type to condone senselessly beating a man for nothing more than for the sake of beating him." But to each their own, he supposed.


"People don't make sense," Kaye shook her head, "They look complicated but even their brains are simplistic. a simple machine, a myriad of function, but all it takes is getting knocked in the head too many times to knock it all off balance. Slow processing time, aggression."


There's always more to discover, Kay--


Kaye shook her head. Her brain felt like it was rattling around in her head. Who was she to talk? Her parents had done so much. Her brain had been powerful and was more so now, but it was like running a vehicle with a gas leak, drip, drip, drip. Powerful but a kickback. It made her more tired. Why were they still here? What was in the stupid crate?


She shrugged, her hand coming up to rest on her head, elbow propped on her knee, "Or maybe she was just born an ass."


"I don't know anything about that. I'm not bright enough to think like that," Turin admitted, though not particularly shamefully. In the world, Turin knew where he stood and it was probably his one defining strength. He never saw himself as anything more, or anything less, than what he was. He wasn't a very smart man. Average, he supposed. He could count, and add, and divide, and understood basic biology. He knew how to fill the patient vials with the correct pills at work, but it caused him to wonder if he was ever going to make it to work again.


Did he miss work? He probably got fired already if he did. Good luck getting that sink fixed now.


Folding his arms tighter around his chest, "Who knows. What difference does it make anyways? Whether she does it 'cause she's an ass, or because there is just something wrong, it won't change anything for you or me."


"Some people think that figuring out the machine makes you more powerful," Kaye commented almost cryptically, her body just trying to remember how to inhale and exhale. She ran her hand haphazardly through her hair, the tendrils falling back short against her jaw. It was how her mind was wired. Problem solving. How many days did she spend in that room? How many years?


How many times had she heard just figure it out, Kayanna as the sound of scribbled notes filled the room? Never fast enough. In the real world, her mind worked brilliantly, but in the lab she would never beat the machine.


Never.


"Bright, that's a strange word for it," Kaye mentioned with a hint of interest in her voice. For the first time since she sit, she glanced up at Turin. Just a tumble of salt and pepper hair, so tall he seemed unreachable. "Processing speeds aren't that important. Bright or dim, lights still emit light."


"Sometimes it takes simplicity to solve problems that aren't compatible with complex systems," she mentioned off-handedly. It was just an observation and while envy was not her vice, she wondered how different she would be if she could think from point A to point B without a million different pitstops, like Eve.


"Maybe it does." But Turin had never wanted to be powerful. It held no interest for him, except for money. Money had always interested him, but power? Dominating over someone else simply because he could? It didn't mean anything. The only thing he wished he could be more powerful than was his damn faucet, and look how well that had turned out for him.


His steel grey eyes found hers with some surprise when she snapped her gaze towards him for, really, the first time. There was heat below her eyes and had he not been too damn cold and too damn over this whole situation of being stuck in this weird group because of weirder still tattoos, he probably would have squirmed below her attention. "Eh, well, I'm sure you just say that to all the thirty-something nobodies, right?" something of a smile curved against the deep lines in his cheeks, revealing a momentary glimmer of the white teeth beneath.


Clearly, Turin had done nothing in the way of solving anything. They were still in this damn building (that he really didn't want to go to at all, until he got apprehended on his way out), and now they were stuck with bodies, goop monsters, and boxes. His gaze switched to Dylan, but just for a moment before looking away. Still going for her box, he saw.


"I can count the number of friends I have on one hand," Kaye retorted, noting the smile curved into his cheeks. She held up a fist, not a single finger up. She wanted to count Three or Cole, but she knew better. Nothing ever lasted. Nothing gold could ever stay. "Do I look like I talk to many thirty-something nobodies? Or many whatever aged anybodies?"


There was a time when she did. There was a time when she would smile, when there were stimuli enough in the word to entice her brain, but the tests ruined it. The years of solitude. The get out or they will kill you accidentally someday drive. Her phone still rang. Her parents still breathed. They walked and talked and moved about with their lives. The fear of being brought back until she realized that there was no such thing as fear. There was living and there was dying.


And if you were lucky, you got to do both peacefully.


Kayana, please.


She shook her head and braced her hand against the wall to push herself standing. Her bones creaked under the weight of her existence and she felt her brain clatter around like marbles in a jar. This was her existence.


"You should go help them," Kaye said as she saw Turin's gaze fall on Dylan for a moment, "I'm useless when I can't think."


The fist caused him to brighten with a small chortle. He would say it was a laugh, but it was definitely more of a chortle-- a dry sound, sounding almost dismal from lack of use. "Yea, well, you n' me both, Kaye." Turin didn't have any friends mostly by choice. He worked a lot, and when he wasn't at work, he was sitting naked on his couch, or bed, willing the faucet to stop leaking. What a life.


When she told him he was best to go help, he glanced over to the box that was being lugged in effortlessly by Three (where was Eve now, by the by?). "Yea, maybe. I guess I don't see no point in any box. Then again, I didn't even wanna be here. I'd be awful surprised if something in a box is the answer to all our problems. We're stuck in a crumblin' building with dead folk and we're worried about a box. But then, whatda I know?"


"I dunno," Kaye shrugged, finally back on her feet. She did not feel any better, but she was probably the most alert she had been in weeks. Leave it to a crumbling building to snap her back to attention. "I guess they just don't want to die and every time we've run without thinking, we almost do."


Her fingertips found the tattoo on her wrist and absentmindedly traced over the familiar pattern. Her hand were still marred with marks from her nails from when they were transported her. It was rough, uncomfortable, the extraction and she had edged a panic attack. Maybe that was why everything ached. She was so tired. She wanted a drink.


She regretted putting on pants and getting out of bed that afternoon.


"I don't think a box will be the answer to all our problems, but I think there might be questions their asking that can get answered by the small contents of a crate," Kaye mused, remembering how Dylan had explained everything to them but nothing at the same time. "Unless there is liquor in that crate, I can't say I'm entirely invested."


A hand rivered through his hair, pushing the glossy black tendrils, tangled up with silver, away from his face as he glanced back and searched through the activity. "I think everyone's just in a panic," he replied, knowing he was, too. Somehow, the crate didn't seem all that important in the grand scheme of things, but he trusted Dylan now more than he had before. After getting cut off from the rest of the ground and being forced to either die or survive at her side, he had to admit the error in his previous thinking.


Maybe drawing them all to that hotel had been foolish and stupid, but it hadn't been malicious, not like he first believed.


"I've learned not to ask questions," he said with a shrug, "'Cause when you begin askin' questions, you get all the answers you don't ever wanna hear." He didn't want to know why there were bodies, or what the goo monster had been, or what the giant fucking robot was. He didn't want to know why he had a mysterious tattoo, or if he was somehow important. He wasn't important; he was just Turin and there wasn't anybody who cared about some old fart living in an apartment worrying about his faucet, Turin knew better. He didn't want answers because he was done asking questions.


He wondered, too, about the validity of the others' questions, as well. Eve seemed all cut out for this kind of life, judging by the broken body she had just left behind. Kaye was as smart as a whip and Dylan was brave to a fault; he just didn't see his place in this crowd.

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⊷ The elderly man nodded, clearly tense. His stubborn demeanor and reluctant participation remained palpable, but little was to be done about it in their situation. His steps slow and achy at first, moved into something more stable. He searched for what seemed like the best of the several exits around them. "What about her?" The way he talked about instead of to her felt dismissive.


"I can hear steps outside... we really need to hurry... what are you fools waiting for?!"


Time really seemed to urge them on, but the experience was surreal, and it very clearly had not washed over Brian. Steps seemed to march into their general direction, somewhare closeby, but on the other side of the walls.


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⊷ The shivering woman tumbled towards the crate Three had brought along. It took a while due to her shaky fingers, but her hand scurried across the various buttons and recognition fields. The thick silence that coated the group, all observing her motions in anticipation, seemed to amplify the sparse sounds that emanated from the crate. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the locking mechanism clicked audibly, and the crate's top shifted back, revealing a variety of devices.


With a pale face, the woman turned around to face Kaye, then Eve. Her moth was distorted in fear. "It's open. I... please don't hurt me!"


She was begging, miserable and weak. Her previous facade of toughness had shambled long ago.


Dylan, finally uncrossing her arms, stepped forward, her steps echoing through the room. "So what is in there?" she asked, already reaching into the crate.


"W-weapons. They're mostly... mostly prototypes. We don't k-know how they work, we were just told to secure them. The instability can make the... the c-core explode, I believe..."


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Dylan, finally uncrossing her arms, stepped forward, her steps echoing through the room. "So what is in there?" she asked, already reaching into the crate.


"W-weapons. They're mostly... mostly prototypes. We don't k-know how they work, we were just told to secure them. The instability can make the... the c-core explode, I believe..."


Dylan shoveled out the equipment, displaying it next to the crate. A variety of weapons laid there, from small, pistol-like ones, to rifles, to ones that looked more abstract, such as an annual plate, almost like a shield. Her mind raced. The crate WAS worth it afterall. They could fight back on their way to freedom.


"Everbody grab something you can use." She eyed Three. "You should probably take two, just in case. Anybody else have experience shooting?" she asked the others, relatively assured they would not. With her feet, she nudged the shield towards Kaye. The girl was hard to read, but Dylan assumed she was not one for firefights, so whatever exact purpose this thing had, she had a feeling Kaye would feel most comfortable with it. She quickly grabbed two more guns, thinking of Idris.


"So we got numbers back on our side. You. Lead us to an exit. The lowest possible one." A forceful step that made her artifical sole produce a loud bang accentuated her nonchalantness. "If you fuck us over, we'll kill you." It was hard to say wether she was serious or not.


"We can do this... Everyone ready?"


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[Aldur]

And the hands rubbing together were swiftly interrupted by a stern "Step away." Eve eyed the AI's hand as she was being pushed to the side, eyes filled with confusion and later, frustration. She raised her arms in disbelief.


Don't do anything I wouldn't do, said a voice in her head. A male voice, usually paired with a friendly face, resembling her brother.


Eve lowered her gaze again, arms still raised, followed by a deep breath and a sigh of relief when the word "weapons" was uttered. The woman shot up and hurried towards Dylan and slouched over. She put her left hand on Dylan's shoulder and went "Hand me two of the smaller ones."
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Instinctively, Dylan jerked back, her shoulder barely grazed by the mixed textures of skin and metal. As the red-head swirled around, she gave Eve a look of both uneasiness as well as regret, reassuming her previous position in an attempt to undo any possible insult Eve might've read into Dylan's motion.

"There's a lot of different gear..." she said, lifting a variety of small devices out of the crate and presenting them to Eve. A few looked like obscure but recognizable enough handgun looking weapons, while others sported puzzling designs, such as seemingly nuzzle-less spheres or glove-like apparatus with no clear purpose. "No idea..." Dylan said obligingly, knowing neither Eve nor her had even the slightest clue what these things could do. She singled out a vaguely familiar looking firearm and offered it to Eve. "You can take one of these, too. Maybe they'll just activate or something..."


Eve quickly grabbed the weapon and scratched her head at the seemingly unnecessary weight being distributed toward the end of the barrel. "Thanks?" She kept the finger off the trigger and kept it pointed at the ground. She reached the top of the weapon with her other hand yet again trying to make sense of the whole contraption. The blue haired woman understood why they were prototypes. It'd take a very strong individual to keep that gun aimed for a longer while. Or at least someone with artificial limbs.


"Could they have made these for androids?" She asked no one in particular.


"Maybe. They experimented on people. Machines, too. Who knows." Dylan replied, her face turned away already, brows furrowed in concentration. She fiddled around with what was an overly blocky device, and it seemed to cost her some nerves. "Just take everything you can carry and hope we figure it out." Her gaze scanned the others who were partially chatting, partially stocking up. This was gonna be a long road, even if everything went smoothly from here on out. They still had to find Idris and the others.


Eve had managed to find a small switch at the end of the slide and with a small *click* the handgun came to life. It emitted a subtle white noise and the handle lit up with a green-ish color. She quickly grabbed Dylan aside and told her in a lowered tone. "You think Kaye can be trusted with one of these while she's like that? She looks unstable..."


Dylan let out a sigh. All this hushed talking annoyed her. She had seen the others do it before, and now she doing it herself. It bothered her. "Maybe." she answered, unwilling to elaborate yet. She remembered her breakdown just moments ago and couldn't help but feel unfair to judge anyone else. "She's with us and we're gonna leave this place. It's unreasonable to expect her not to be able to defend herself. If she's a threat she'll be dealt with." she finally replied in a harsh tone. "I don't think any of us would be wrong to distrust one another. We just got to deal with that."


The blue-haired woman nodded, with a dead-serious look, noting Dylan's discomfort.


"Hurry!" Dylan yelled, trying to spur the rest of the crew on.


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Kaye’s ears perked up at the sound of her name. Her amber eyes fell out of focus as she listened. It was faint, over the whining of the woman she had scared. Was that the right word? Scared? Traumatized? It seemed the apple did not fall far from the tree – or so it would seem.


“She looks unstable.”


She’ll stabilize, give her a moment.


“She’ll be dealt with.”


We will deal with her when the time comes.


Kaye felt her breath cease in her lungs, but everything else about her remained unmoved. There was a distinct pang in her mind, almost as if she were trying to care. This – this was no different than those years locked up for testing, all the hands, the voices, the minds. Instability, fear, loneliness. Who was she? No one. Kaye or Kayana, it did not matter. The mind behind the name stayed the same. She noted Turin still beside her and she offered him a small smile. The first one in a long time. It was just too amusing not to. “Not asking questions means they trust you. Questions scare people because getting the answers and being able to handle them are two different things,” Kaye noted a bit cryptically, her heart laboring in her chest as she made her way towards the shield Dylan kicked her way.


No weapon for the threat, she supposed. Her eyes found Eve’s before Kaye picked up the shield, her hands running over it. It had some sort of core, unstable, and Kaye’s mind started to race. Maybe she had a weapon. There were a great many words she had for Eve – particularly that she was not one to speak about stability – but Kaye could not be bothered. If she was a threat, then she was exactly where she expected to be.


She was toxic, dangerous, and she knew that better than anyone.


Push her, she can take it.


She isn’t responding.


She will.


How do you know?


Because she is used to it. This is all she knows.

 

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Arina Smirnova

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She could breathe again. Feeling surged back into Arina's fingers, which had gone ice cold when Idris had turned to stare her down with his blazing red eyes. He hadn't seemed convinced -- every twitch of his expression had conveyed anger, frustration, disapproval. But he had listened, despite his rough treatment of the injured man. Heat automatically rose to her cheeks in embarrassment for her transgression ('two I's no A's!' she repeated to herself), but even that didn't bother her as much as it usually would have. Her lips stretched into a giddy smile of relief, directly contrasting her nervous pallor, as she stood disbelieving for a moment, processing the events that had just transpired. The researcher… One last glance back at the slumped man yielded a cryptic message. "Nurture others so you may grow. Endure to break free."


What did that mean? Arina shrugged it off and filed it away at the back of her mind. She would bring it up again with the others; now wasn't the time. With swirling skirts and a lightened mood, she hurried after Idris. With every step, however, it felt as if she was being weighed down; the feeling originated at her core and spread to her legs, her arms, her fingers. She slowed to a stop, her head hung low. What was going on? "You… it's all your fault", was the pulsing whisper that reached out from the darkest recesses of her mind. It echoed and gained in volume and number until she was drowning in booming accusations, torturous to her conscience. One hand clawed at her chest in an attempt to dispel the heaviness of her heart, but to no avail.


"No..." That was the only hoarse defense she could manage out.


"We need to leave! Come on!"


Arina looked up with a cornered expression that gradually settled into composure, though there was still in element of desperation in her gaze.


So he was alive. This was good news, but no joy came. Ignoring Brian's dismissal of her, she walked towards the exit farthest away from the marching footsteps and turned to see if the others would follow.

 

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Hurry up and wait, only to have to hurry up again. The flow of the evening had been anything but ideal, but stepping forward, yet remaining hung back towards Kaye, Turin’s cool eyes flicked across the crate as it was ripped apart and opened. Weapons—of all shapes, sizes, and tactical use. At first glance, it might have seemed useful, but Turin was all the wiser. How many of these individuals could fire a gun, let alone a prototype? Dylan’s comment of grab something you can use sounded more like a joke than a genuine statement, but Turin wasn’t prone to rolling his eyes and arguing.


The worst was the fact that there wasn’t a clear sense of leadership. Dylan was trying, tossing items at Idris, but it felt genuinely discombobulated, like no one really knew what to do other than just ‘hurry.’ Hurry to where, Turin didn’t know… he wasn’t sure if anyone really had any idea, but hurrying to anywhere felt better than staying stationary somewhere. Moving away from Kaye finally, he plucked one of the firearms from the ground. It was a small pistol-like thing, glossy black with defined curves and bent arches but looked more like a damn useless hunk of metal than an actual gun. There was no trigger, no hammer—only a sleek piece of useless metal and a barrel and… oh shit.


With the cool metal burning against his hot hand, a needle from the gun’s core depressed and planted itself into Turin’s nervous system with a quick bolt, causing him to suck in a breath of surprise as the needle drew a small droplet of blood from his skin before nestling into his human hardwiring. Suddenly, it all made sense. There was no trigger, no hammer, no any physical way to deploy the firearm because it didn’t need it. Now connected with his central nervous system, he could fire it on command using his thoughts and emotions—which was oddly exciting, just as much as it was dangerous. The needle stung something fierce, causing a throbbing of pain to ripple up his fingers as he tightened his hand on the gun.


There wasn’t time to experiment with his new toy because kids with half his age and double his energy were ushering him along. In a stride, he fell back alongside Kaye. “Come on, Captain America,” he snorted with a haggard smile, “Someone has to be my knight n’ shining armour, might as well be you, kid.”


And for the door he went. Damn mystery doors; he was sick of ‘em.

 

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IDRIS DALCA

Why the hell were there footsteps on the other side of the wall? Weren’t all of these guys dead by now? Still rubbing his chest, Idris looked around to see if there were any spots where the intruding footsteps would reveal themselves. There had to be doors nearby if they were that close.


His hand dropped from his chest as he saw Arina start to go off to what could be an exit. Follow the walls. They’ll lead to some kind of door. A quick walk turned into a slight trot so he could catch up to Arina. He hoped the footsteps would fade. Or maybe he didn’t. Now Idris wasn’t much of an optimist, but he sure hoped it would be a friendly face on the other side. The trip continued to follow the walls in search of an exit. There was still a decent amount of rubble around, but enough to pass by.


Would they find an exit so easily?


Well easily enough. The trio managed to find a door that wasn’t blocked off by broken bits of ceiling, and Idris moved ahead to place his hand on the handle. With a quick breath, he cracked it open to take a peek out. He didn’t see anyone right away, but that didn’t mean that the coast was clear. He ducked back for a moment to look at Arina and Brian.


“Nothing yet.” he mumbled quietly and then returned to peeking out. “Keep your guard up.” He continued, how pushing the door open enough to slip out and into the hall.

 

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⊷ The footsteps disappeared under the noise of their own steps and the distant sounds of debris crashing down. The corridor that extended before them looked pristine and sterile, except for flashing lights. The impact of above and the consistent damage that slowly eroded the building clearly hasn't gotten to do much damage here, thankfully, spreading a secure atmosphere, compared to the stories above. "Can't you look through the walls or something?" Brian asked, huffing a little. He must've noticed the semi-regular change in Idris' eyes, and his annoyed tone suggested annoyance, with a hint of desperation. The dull sounds of walls falling apart simmered down again, and with it a shake in the light, raining down temporary darkness on the three.


Suddenly, the swoosh of a door opening demanded attention. A group of three men, all rather tall and bulky, presumably muscular under their monotonous overalls, came sprinting out. Above their overalls, heavily dented vests showed, as if armor that slowly fell apart against the attacks of a beast.


Suddenly, the shrill jingle of laser rifles sounded, and a blast of blue, so bright it appeared almost white illuminated the now dark corridor. Without so much as a gurgle, quiet, the three men fell, only a few feet apart from Idris, Arina and Brian. Slow, heavy steps now sounded, the reemergance of the light almost in sync with their steps. A blonde man with a rugged face, stubble and pilot glasses lead the troop, the rest of them all veiled behind the same sort of plain helmet. "L1 here, we cleared the floor. Had three res. Couldn't find any of the seven, we're currently-"


He seemed rather relaxed as he spoke to whoever was on the other line, as his head looked around. He froze when he laid eyes on the three marked ones, hiding only a little distance away from him. He seemed confused, expressing neither shock nor disapproval, instead simply blinking at them.


"Sir? Shouldn't we-" one member began to speak, but was interrupted by his boss "GET THEM!"


And with that, the troop in its entirety began to sprint towards Idris, Arina and Brian.


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Dylan glanced over to Kaye, who, judging by her unusually personal expression, hadn't overheard Eve's concerns. Dylan felt no direct malice coming off of Eve, but felt sympathy for Kaye, who seemed to feel burdened by something Dylan couldn't possibly guess. In that way, a sense of sisterhood flared up in Dylan, who did not exactly sought to develop attachments to anyone at the time. However, she certainly knew that Eve's doubts would not exactly help to meld them into a reliable group, and she was certain that the five of them had to work together and be willing to fight for one another if this was to work out without all of them ending in a coffin.


She trotted over to Kaye, who Turin had just mumbled to something the redhand couldn't make out. Dylan gave each of them a look-over. Turin felt like the only true ally amongst this weird bunch as of now, but she found it hard to try and read him. Afterall, they had just experienced appaling things, no, beings, transformed and terrifble, and seeking assurance was most likely a natural reaction for them.


"Hey, everything good?" she asked, trying to sound casual. She wanted everyone to hurry and be on edge, but she knew better. It wouldn't help anyone. She had strapped as many weapons as she could to her body and put a few of the smaller devices into her pockets. Dylan hoped that this would backfire, figuratuvely as well as literally. She also hoped that nobody would try and say the others possibly wouldn't end up needing any weapons. They HAD to be alive. "Sorry if I pushed that on you.", she said, nodding towards Kaye, "You're probably the only one of us who can figure that out." Being talkative felt exhausting. Her eyes switched back to Turin, prepared to return to Kaye, but instead remained glued to his choice of weapon. "What... Does that hurt?"


For a moment, she felt weirded out, but then put on a faint grin. Well... we did just see worse...


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What kind of answer was Kaye supposed to give to that question? Everything good?


The building was collapsing, they had biologically enhanced weapons, and Kaye felt like each and every one of her limbs was aching. She should have never gotten out of bed. When those men had broken in her door, she should have broken the window.


“It’s a shield,” Kaye said a bit deadpanned, “No need to explain why. Even the core on this is unstable, would probably explode if you knew how to poke it right.”


Glancing between the two women, Turin cradled his hand close to his chest, feeling the steady pulse of discomfort from where the object had tapped into his nervous system. It hurt. He didn't even want to begin to think about how he was going to get the damn thing off.


A problem for a later time, perhaps.


"Who knows, maybe an explosion would actually do us some good at this point. Everything in this damn place is ass backwards."


Dylan frowned, her knuckles turning white as she held her own weapon as tightly as she could. She couldn't blame either of the two, but sure wished the negativity wouldn't take over this much.


"Let's hope that nothing explodes on us." she said, her eyes wandering from Kaye's shield to Turin's nightmarish gun. Kaye's comment was uncomfortable enough. Afterall, Dylan had about six devices scattered across her pockets, and if even one of them decided to activate whatever crazy effect they might hold, this involuntary trip would end with a garbled Dylan.


"We're gonna get out." she finally barked out, a little harsher than necessary. Her gaze had become defiant, as if she dared either of the two to try and object.


"Explosions aren't bad if they're contained and planned for," Kaye said with a shrug, sliding her arm through the shield and feeling the same prick that Turin had received. Why would a shield need to tap into her nervous system? Her mind raced. Her eyes flickered up to Dylan, her words sharp and Kaye just shrugged again.


"Then lead the way," Kaye said, unfazed by her defiance and more focused on the incredible instability of the core within the shield. There had to be something deep in its programming that would require the core to be functioning at that sort of level, but she kept her mouth shut.


Turin was a lot of things, but a leader? A leader he was not, so when Dylan demanded that they were going to keep moving, offering little in the way of opportunity to speak otherwise, the tall, slender man merely scrunched the line of his shoulders in indifference. “Sure,” he agreed, “Lead the way.”


Funny, only a few minutes ago when it was just the two of them, Dylan hadn’t been nice, but at least she wasn’t barking orders; Turin couldn’t say he was impressed by her show of leadership, or whatever he’d call her behavior, but he just raised his brows and ignored it. At least now they were armed, but God only knew if they’d actually shoot, or kill anything within the crumbling building.


Dylan gritted her teeth. A wave of dissatisfaction washed over her, as if her body was already desiring words of opposition. She stood before the two of them, saying nothing, instead working out the two's apparent apathy. Finally, her own mind gulped down the feeling of incomplete conflict, and she stomped her prosthetic foot down with emphasis.


"Fine!" she grunted, straigtening out her body. Though she was small compared to Turin's frame, her posture shifted into one of dominance, a hint of pretension lingering in the way she pushed her shoulders back. "Up. We fell down the furthest, if I'm not mistaken. The elevators can probably go further upwards. Let's head back." Though her words did not sound like a request, it was apparent that she still awaited their agreement. Dylan turned to the room, where the remaining members of their little group fiddled around with their loot.


"Hey, pack up, let's go!"


Kaye just raised a single eyebrow. Fear did things to people and it was interesting to observe. She wondered who Dylan was standing strong to convince -- them or herself. Her thoughts were interrupted though by a familiar creaking that echoed in her ears, "The structure isn't safe. We need to move now."

 

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IDRIS DALCA

Somehow, Idris was somewhat amazed that parts of the building seemed to remain in tact. Just on the other side of the wall was carnage, but on this side, the walls were still white. Everything still looked crisp, clean. It was almost like they had jumped into another dimension entirely. Was what was on the other side of the wall just a dream? Or was this?


Glancing back at the old man, Idris narrowed his eyes. “I’m not an android, old man.” He hissed. Of the many things his eyes could do, seeing through solid objects unfortunately wasn’t one of them. It wasn’t even a few seconds after that the lights flickered off, leaving them in darkness. His heart raced. They had already been surprised enough. Who knew what would emerge from the dark this time.


The sound of doors slamming open and people running proved Idris right. With a growl of frustration, irritability, and just plain anger, he clenched his fists, ready to swing at these new figures. Armored figures, from what he could make out with the help of his eyes. What the hell happened to them?


And what the hell was happening now? Three were shot just short of where Idris, Arina and Brian stood. The lights started to flicker back, and some kind of squad leader was staring blankly at them in mid report. With a heavy sigh, Idris rolled his shoulders. “I’m getting tired of this shit!” He hissed and stepped forward, prepared to take on the first person he came in contact with. With a little help from his old friend momentum, he may be able to at least send one of them spiraling into a wall.


The situation looked grim for the three. Outnumbered and outstrengthed, Idris did the only thing he knew habitually. Just like in the fighting pits of District 23, he fought.

 

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Even after the crate was opened to reveal a delivery of experimental weapons and devices, Three still could not be certain that the prospect of defending themselves better outweighed the precious time they could have been used escaping. Instead, she silently resigned to hefting the closest thing to an automatic rifle out from the crate and tucking a smaller handgun in her waistband. A warning immediately blared in the forefront of her vision in bold, red lettering.


UNREGISTERED FIREARM(S) DETECTED. DISARM IMMEDIATELY.


Three dismissed the warning and quickly familiarized herself with every identifiable function of the rifle in her hands. Trigger mechanism, optics, power source, safety, and an unknown port software that she could possibly interface with. That curiosity would come later. Were she in any other situation, Three would have likely abided by that pre-installed warning, for the penalty for unregistered weapons in the hands of an android like her was death. Now, however, no one was present to enforce the law except her.


Pointing the barrel of the rifle to the floor in the event of an accidental discharge, Three's attention returned to the group as they armed up as well. Formal training aside, Three was confident that recklessness and the will to survive would suffice enough to see them through any violent encounter with security forces.


"My thoughts exactly," Three sounded off to Dylan, who had ordered the rest of them to pack up and move out.

 

[Aldur]

Resuming the inspection of the handgun, Eve realized it looked the most conventional out of everything else. Two quick rotating motions of her left, metallic arm brought on the need to search through the box once more. Dylan forcibly shoved as many trinkets as she could carry into her pockets. Eve intended to do much of the same, depending on whether or not the box was empty now.


As luck would have it, a small 'debate' over who was to take the lead broke between three of the current group's members. The blue haired woman would pay them little to no mind. Three had already taken an assault rifle and another handgun. Eve tried scavenging for any piece of scientific 'breakthrough' that proved to be useful. Her eyes were focused, accentuated by a subtle frown. Not much was left. Pieces of metal, seemingly, tied together by some sort of chords and carbon streaks. As she reached towards it, the gizmo leaped and embraced Eve's wrist and hand making her hiss a violent "FUCK!"She retaliated by instantly pulling her arm away, but the gauntlet latched itself tightly.


Eve's heartbeat increased and slowed down. She jerked her gaze towards the group and with an aggravated look, started pacing forward, passing them.


"Let's just get the fuck out of here, okay? No more bickering..."


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