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//So......updated my icon and stuff. I think I'm gonna spend the next few days trying to get Amabel back on here. I miss her. A lot.

#ooc

//No Amabel is not dead yet. I've just lost what to do with her at the moment seeing as the one person I was rping with went away for a while. Also lots of personal issues.

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I have to recreate some of Penumbra’s rooms for my studies, so I had to try and find out what size the furniture etc is. While doing so, I found that Philip appears to be kind of small. I always imagined him to be a tall guy for some reason, but he’s kind of small in comparison to everything around him.

So when I told my friend about this, she immediately said that he should totally ride on one of the dogs, and told me the joke above. I loved it so much that I decided to make a quick drawing of that, so all credit goes to her.

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Happy Halloween, Penumbabbies!!!

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tried to make some transparent philips from the box art of each game. overture was the only one that turned out alright, the other two were really unclear around his legs so i had to improvise (in the requiem one i had to leave all that bc his legs are basically invisible in that area, but it does look like hes climbing on a rock or something so i guess its all good)

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Dark Science II Amabel and Vincent

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Her eyes were so much more expressive than she let them on to be. The more his angel sunk into this mental tumult, the more his concern for her grew. It simply was not right for a person, anyone really, to be trapped in a world of silence against their will, forced to replay impossible odds end endings in their mind. With as light a touch as he could manage, Vincent gently touched the woman’s hands with both his own, silently reassuring her that everything would be alright, that she had done what she could for their far-off rescuer. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure what else to do but to give her this silent comfort; consoling others wasn’t exactly his forte.

A long, quiet moment passed like this, with their hands pressed together. Through a person’s hands passed all their secrets, their wonders and queries, just as much through the palms of their fingers as through their minds. By simply brushing his thumb over her knuckles he could feel how heavily her past and her abysmal present weighed upon her, and how desperately she had worked to bring not only herself, but Philip to safety. Now, here he was, a boy who hardly even knew how to work the computer Amabel was sitting at, whom she had to care for, who was just as helpless as she. As if her plate weren’t full enough.

He knew his action was an odd gesture, but he did hope it was appreciated.

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Amabel closed her eyes as the raven haired boy touched her hands. It was the most genuine form of comfort she had received in so long that wasn’t a full embrace. The gesture calmed her nerves, her doubts, her desperation. This boy, who had suddenly come into her care, who barely knew her and vice versa, had given her something that even Philip hadn’t been able to give her. A friend in this dismal place. This hell that she had helped create with her co-workers. She had been alone and trapped, dreading her demise. Even with the hope of being saved she still felt the depression being trapped and helpless brought. With the world closing in and the little shadow spreading lies of Philip’s demise in her ear, she had found a friend in this young boy.

Tears welled up in her eyes, gently falling down her cheeks. Her hands turned to hold the hands of her friend. Gently, she squeezed them, showing her appreciation for him being there. That he was trying to comfort her. Her shoulders began to shake and her breathing became ragged as she tried to hold back her tears, ultimately failing. The woman tightened her eyes to stop the tears, but it was no use. Unable to stop her crying, Amabel opened her eyes and looked into the boy’s icy, yet welcoming and warm, eyes. “Th-thank you…..thank you s-so much, Vincent,” she muttered, finally able to give him a weak, but gentle, smile. “Thank you….”

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The lad smiled, concern and sympathy coloring his pale features with the lightest tint of pink. One of his hands rose to cup her cheek in his palm, the thumb running across her skin to catch the tears. “Oh, Angel…” he muttered, watching those little drops of water drip down her face. Sometimes he didn’t understand how one could cry for joy, as it seemed the opposite emotion that should elicit tears. However, he couldn’t help but feel a little emotional too as she held his hands and smiled. The poor dear, caught in this pit of despair! Though he enjoyed a good bout of despair, he could feel the deathly chill in the air here, how much more terrible it was. If he could, he would rip a hole through the walls and lead his angel out to safety.

They could only hope that Philip would do this, instead.

Until their red-clad savior appeared, they were on their own to entertain themselves. Perhaps there was something within these few walls he could interest her in enough to take her mind off things? His bright eyes scoured the room, hunting for anything that would be even remotely interesting, before he spied the notes she had made on the cure she’d injected into him. “Angel… You put together a cure for me earlier. Tell me, where did you obtain your knowledge of such things? Your understanding of science and medicine?”

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The woman was still shaking, the tears nearly dry from her eyes as they softened, along with her smile. She applauded Vincent's attempt to get her mind off of her predicament, though nothing could truly divert her attention from the dark shadow hanging over her head. Nevertheless, she was going to play along. After all, she truly did enjoy this boy's company. He made her feel a little joy.

Sniffing back and wiping away her tears, Amabel spoke. "I spent six years at university learning the properties of different chemicals and their reactions to each other, along with other studies, and getting my Ph.D, hence why I have 'Doctor' in front of my name." She pointed at her name tag, which read 'Dr.Amabel Swanson' along the top, making her grin proudly from her title. "I spent many a night studying and learning all that I could to become as skilled as I am now, but it was well worth those sleepless nights," she chuckled. "I specifically specialize in biochemistry, medicinal, and organic chemistry."

#//sorry it took so long again #//i seem to lose track of this rp #//i hope it's still good

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Dark Science II Amabel and Vincent

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Her eyes were so much more expressive than she let them on to be. The more his angel sunk into this mental tumult, the more his concern for her grew. It simply was not right for a person, anyone really, to be trapped in a world of silence against their will, forced to replay impossible odds end endings in their mind. With as light a touch as he could manage, Vincent gently touched the woman’s hands with both his own, silently reassuring her that everything would be alright, that she had done what she could for their far-off rescuer. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure what else to do but to give her this silent comfort; consoling others wasn’t exactly his forte.

A long, quiet moment passed like this, with their hands pressed together. Through a person’s hands passed all their secrets, their wonders and queries, just as much through the palms of their fingers as through their minds. By simply brushing his thumb over her knuckles he could feel how heavily her past and her abysmal present weighed upon her, and how desperately she had worked to bring not only herself, but Philip to safety. Now, here he was, a boy who hardly even knew how to work the computer Amabel was sitting at, whom she had to care for, who was just as helpless as she. As if her plate weren’t full enough.

He knew his action was an odd gesture, but he did hope it was appreciated.

dr-amabelswanson

Amabel closed her eyes as the raven haired boy touched her hands. It was the most genuine form of comfort she had received in so long that wasn't a full embrace. The gesture calmed her nerves, her doubts, her desperation. This boy, who had suddenly come into her care, who barely knew her and vice versa, had given her something that even Philip hadn't been able to give her. A friend in this dismal place. This hell that she had helped create with her co-workers. She had been alone and trapped, dreading her demise. Even with the hope of being saved she still felt the depression being trapped and helpless brought. With the world closing in and the little shadow spreading lies of Philip's demise in her ear, she had found a friend in this young boy.

Tears welled up in her eyes, gently falling down her cheeks. Her hands turned to hold the hands of her friend. Gently, she squeezed them, showing her appreciation for him being there. That he was trying to comfort her. Her shoulders began to shake and her breathing became ragged as she tried to hold back her tears, ultimately failing. The woman tightened her eyes to stop the tears, but it was no use. Unable to stop her crying, Amabel opened her eyes and looked into the boy's icy, yet welcoming and warm, eyes. "Th-thank you.....thank you s-so much, Vincent," she muttered, finally able to give him a weak, but gentle, smile. "Thank you...."

#//bout time I responded #//hope this is good

*sends attention* don't be lonely anymore

Well….that wouldn’t be so hard if there were more people around here and if I weren’t secluded for such a long time. But I’ll try my best, Anon.

#//i did not see this in my ask box #//tumblr why?

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Dark Science II Amabel and Vincent

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A hand shot up and desperately grabbed at Vincent’s arm. A look of concern and fear filled her face. “N-no! No you can’t help him,” Amabel’s voice cracked. “You can’t go out there! All of the repairs that need to be done are far from here, beyond our reach and….” The woman’s voice trailed off for a moment, a knot threatening to form in her throat again. “And the infected are out there. They are very hostile towards humans and I don’t want you to get hurt or….or worse.” Amabel had tried so hard to hide her fear. The fear of losing this child. He was in her care for the time being and if he were to be slaughtered, she would be the one held responsible. Her eyes fell to the ground a moment before shooting back up to his intense gaze. The woman’s hand fell, taking hold of his. “I appreciate the offer, and I’m sure Philip would too….but it’s too risky for you to wander about the facility. Not with the dangers that are around.”

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When the hand caught his arm, Vincent flinched visibly in surprise, eyes widening as one of his feet slipped backwards. Although his heart knew she would not harm him, his reflexes had reacted otherwise, and all the adrenaline now pumping at his ears was aiming for the flight part of the two-piece response. But carefully, carefully he pulled himself forward, allowing the momentary fear to ebb away and leave him feeling slightly drained. Better that than to let himself feel the need to flee. “…I’m sorry, my lady; I did not mean to upset you again.” That increasingly familiar pulse of concern for this woman beat again in his veins, and he tightened his grip on her fingers, pulling her hands to his lips and kissing them lightly. It was abhorrent in his mind that he had even dared to harm his angel. “I-I only meant to help. Is there nothing we can do for him on this side? Surely your computer must operate on more than simply sending out a message.”

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A sigh of relief overcame the woman. That was a close call. If she had reacted any slower, she would have been responsible for the death of a child. With the weight of the incident weighing heavily on her shoulders already, she would not be able to live with herself knowing he spent the last moments of his life alone and afraid. Trembling as one of those monsters drew his very last breath from his small lungs. Would he have blamed her for his fate as the darkness closed in on him? Would he have still thought of her as an angel? Quickly, Amabel shook her head. She was thinking of impossible situations again. Her eyes shifted and met Vincent's icy stare, filled with concern. "I have done all I can for him. The computer in my lab has limited access over the mechanics of this facility, though many of the controls have malfunctioned since the facility has crumbled into ruins....." Her eyes,filled with a loss hope, looked to the ground. "In short.....I have helped him in every way I can. From this point on, he is on his own." The concern in Amabel's face shone clearly, hiding any other emotion she may had. Her hands folded in front of her face, her nose resting on top of her fingers. How desperately she wished to not be the helpless damsel in distress. A helpless nobody. What good was wishing when she was already those things?

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Dark Science II Amabel and Vincent

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The conversation lasted only a few minutes, but felt like hours to her. He had been her only escape from reality thus far. She hesitated ending the call for just a moment before finally hanging up, convincing herself that he would be fine and that the sooner she let him go, the sooner he would be able to see her in person. Amabel let out a deep breath and sunk in her chair. A grey cloud of worry hung over her head again. “He is looking worse and worse each time I see him….,” she thought out loud. Suddenly, an itching feeling came over her. As if she was being watched. Quickly she turned, her eyes falling on the young boy looming in the doorway. A smile spread across her face and she straightened her posture again. “I’m so very sorry for that….you can come in now!”

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After a moment of hesitation, the lad stepped carefully into the room, letting his gaze rove around the small office space. It was a single cubicle room with two desks and two computers, some dusty little knick-knacks and dried out pens littering their otherwise clear surface. His eyes eventually found the computer screen Amabel was sitting across, and narrowed his eyes at the corner where he could swear he’d seen that odd face glaring back at him. Ghastly. Placing a smile back on his face, Vincent tapped the screen with his knuckle, “I take it that was Philip? I heard you talking to him, but he never did reply. Is he just not inclined to do so, or…? And just how far away is he from us?”

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With a wide grin on her face, Amabel nodded her head rapidly. “The one and only, Philip. Ta da!” The woman raised her hands up to the bulky machine in a showcase manner for a brief moment before her head turned towards the computer screen, as if she was hoping he was still on the other line. To her dismay, he had already gone to further his quest, causing her smile to fade. A soft sigh escaped the chemist’s lips as she turned back to the boy, returning the smile to her face. “He can talk, but I just wouldn’t be able to hear him. The electronics in this facility have faltered quite a bit since the.. incident. While I can see him, I can’t hear him speak and while he can hear my voice…” Amabel’s words trailed off for a moment, fully realizing what she was about to say. Another sigh passed through her lips before she continued. “And while he can hear my voice, he is unable to see my face…” The grin that was once giddy with joy faltered slightly, fully accepting the fact that he still had not seen what she looked like. It wouldn’t be until he came to rescue her that he would know what she looked like. It took the woman a moment to realize that her company was still listening intently to her words. Amabel cleared her throat and returned the smile once again, a slight hint of disappointment hidden within it. “As much as I hate to say, he is still a while away. There are many trials he has to face before he can reach me and I’m unsure when he’ll get through them. As I said before, this facility’s electronics, as well as it’s machinery, has faltered quite a bit. Much of it has broken down and needs repairing.” Amabel could only pray he would be able to push through everything quickly and safely to her, and soon.

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Vincent perked up considerably at the last word Amabel had spoken. “Repairing? I can do that for you, if you have anything I can work on here.” All he would need were a few simple tools, hopefully something he could find within her office, but if not… Well, there was always the grate. Surely one of the rooms nearby had some sort of toolbox in a closet or under a table somewhere. Now that he had been vaccinated against this ‘virus’, he hoped it would possibly shield him from infection should he again be exposed. “Even if you have a few spare wires, I can at least rig something up that will help him see an image of you, if only as a still shot.”

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A hand shot up and desperately grabbed at Vincent's arm. A look of concern and fear filled her face. "N-no! No you can't help him," Amabel's voice cracked. "You can't go out there! All of the repairs that need to be done are far from here, beyond our reach and...." The woman's voice trailed off for a moment, a knot threatening to form in her throat again. "And the infected are out there. They are very hostile towards humans and I don't want you to get hurt or....or worse." Amabel had tried so hard to hide her fear. The fear of losing this child. He was in her care for the time being and if he were to be slaughtered, she would be the one held responsible. Her eyes fell to the ground a moment before shooting back up to his intense gaze. The woman's hand fell, taking hold of his. "I appreciate the offer, and I'm sure Philip would too....but it's too risky for you to wander about the facility. Not with the dangers that are around."

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Dark Science II Amabel and Vincent

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The conversation lasted only a few minutes, but felt like hours to her. He had been her only escape from reality thus far. She hesitated ending the call for just a moment before finally hanging up, convincing herself that he would be fine and that the sooner she let him go, the sooner he would be able to see her in person. Amabel let out a deep breath and sunk in her chair. A grey cloud of worry hung over her head again. “He is looking worse and worse each time I see him….,” she thought out loud. Suddenly, an itching feeling came over her. As if she was being watched. Quickly she turned, her eyes falling on the young boy looming in the doorway. A smile spread across her face and she straightened her posture again. “I’m so very sorry for that….you can come in now!”

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After a moment of hesitation, the lad stepped carefully into the room, letting his gaze rove around the small office space. It was a single cubicle room with two desks and two computers, some dusty little knick-knacks and dried out pens littering their otherwise clear surface. His eyes eventually found the computer screen Amabel was sitting across, and narrowed his eyes at the corner where he could swear he’d seen that odd face glaring back at him. Ghastly. Placing a smile back on his face, Vincent tapped the screen with his knuckle, “I take it that was Philip? I heard you talking to him, but he never did reply. Is he just not inclined to do so, or…? And just how far away is he from us?”

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With a wide grin on her face, Amabel nodded her head rapidly. "The one and only, Philip. Ta da!" The woman raised her hands up to the bulky machine in a showcase manner for a brief moment before her head turned towards the computer screen, as if she was hoping he was still on the other line. To her dismay, he had already gone to further his quest, causing her smile to fade. A soft sigh escaped the chemist's lips as she turned back to the boy, returning the smile to her face. "He can talk, but I just wouldn't be able to hear him. The electronics in this facility have faltered quite a bit since the.. incident. While I can see him, I can't hear him speak and while he can hear my voice..." Amabel's words trailed off for a moment, fully realizing what she was about to say. Another sigh passed through her lips before she continued. "And while he can hear my voice, he is unable to see my face..." The grin that was once giddy with joy faltered slightly, fully accepting the fact that he still had not seen what she looked like. It wouldn't be until he came to rescue her that he would know what she looked like. It took the woman a moment to realize that her company was still listening intently to her words. Amabel cleared her throat and returned the smile once again, a slight hint of disappointment hidden within it. "As much as I hate to say, he is still a while away. There are many trials he has to face before he can reach me and I'm unsure when he'll get through them. As I said before, this facility's electronics, as well as it's machinery, has faltered quite a bit. Much of it has broken down and needs repairing." Amabel could only pray he would be able to push through everything quickly and safely to her, and soon.

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Dark Science II Amabel and Vincent

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With all the tenderness of a child but all the seriousness of an adult, Vincent quickly took her hands, running his thumb over the knuckles as he tried to catch her eye. The last thing either of them needed was for her to inadvertently hurt herself, especially as he’d already caused enough trouble for one day. “Hush now, Angel. How on earth could you have known this would happen? The will of gods are not made known unto man, and even a jealous god can be known to give mercy.” Vincent’s eyes fell for a moment, searching for something he could say that would soothe her.

"…after all… he left you. Had it not been for you, I-I would have been one of them, and never known you." He gently placed his finger on her cheek, stroking it lightly as he gazed worriedly at her. He could not blame her for an incident he knew little about, but it pained him to see her take it anyways.

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The woman’s breathing had become irregular, taking several gasps for air at a time. Her gaze still strayed from the boy’s face. She closed her eyes tightly, letting the remaining tears which lingered in her eyes fall. As much as she disagreed with him, Amabel didn’t want him to worry for her anymore. He had been through enough already and didn’t need the extra stress. She took a moment to regulate her breathing. Once it had finally has slowed, her eyes turned towards Vincent, still red from the emotions. “I…I suppose you’re right in a sense. I just….I just feel so guilty about it all. It’s put not only my life on the line, but yours….and Philip’s….Oh God Philip!”

In a fit of panic, Amabel rushed into her office. How could she have forgotten? In swift motions, the woman clicked the call button, sending out a call to every other computer in the facility. Her body tensed up as she nervously waited for an answer. Minutes passed and Amabel began to imagine his dreadful fate, until the ringing stopped. The face of a blonde man in a thick red winter coat appeared on the screen. A rush of relief fell upon the woman as a smile spread across her face. Even though he couldn’t see her, she straightened her posture to properly present herself out of habit. Once settled, she began her one sided talk with her only hope.

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Vincent hastily leaned back to avoid getting slapped in the face with the end of Amabel’s lab coat, his eyebrows rising in curiosity. Although he did understand her situation better (at the least he hoped so), he did not understand how this Philip man was supposed to save her. Could he better navigate the facility than Amanel could? Or perhaps he had some knowledge that she did not? Well, whatever the reason, if Amabel trusted him to come rescue her, then he had no reason to not do the same.

Curious as to what was happening, the lad carefully picked himself off the floor to stand at the office’s threshold, waiting until he could possibly be invited in. If a vampire could not enter into a house without permission, then rules dictated the same for non-vampirical creatures. Even so, he tilted his body just enough for him to be able to see the screen, and the blond man depicted on the shorting pixels. It almost seemed as if Amabel were talking to herself, as the other made no attempts to respond, but perhaps the creatures outside had laid waste to such lines of communication.

That wasn’t what surprised him, however. No, just beyond the man, in a flickering corner, was another face, its grotesque features leering evilly at Philip. Something dropped a tray of ice cubes into Vincent’s stomach, and he had to lean his hand on the door frame to keep from keeling over at the feeling of doom spreading its chilling fingers through his lungs.

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The conversation lasted only a few minutes, but felt like hours to her. He had been her only escape from reality thus far. She hesitated ending the call for just a moment before finally hanging up, convincing herself that he would be fine and that the sooner she let him go, the sooner he would be able to see her in person. Amabel let out a deep breath and sunk in her chair. A grey cloud of worry hung over her head again. "He is looking worse and worse each time I see him....," she thought out loud. Suddenly, an itching feeling came over her. As if she was being watched. Quickly she turned, her eyes falling on the young boy looming in the doorway. A smile spread across her face and she straightened her posture again. "I'm so very sorry for that....you can come in now!"

#//OR it could be Clarence #//The infection that's manifesting inside of him and voice inside his head #//that would be interesting!

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