#cyancyborg

[16:27:00] * Desmond trudges down the hall, chasing the remains of the scattered ashes into a dustpan [16:27:40] * Desmond stifles a sneeze as he sweeps the last of the ash, then looks at his dusty clothes and sighs [16:28:35] <Desmond> I say I'm a doctor, and they give me a broom. *he grumbles as he sets the cleaning materials down* [16:29:51] <Desmond> S_K? Miss Frances? I'm done! *he listens for a response, and when there is nothing but a distant clatter he heads towards it* [16:31:35] * Desmond peeks inside the medical bay and spots the figure in there* Miss Frances? [16:32:53] * Frances spins around, startled. She claws for her discarded coat and pulls it over her bare shoulders [16:33:17] <Frances> Wh-what are you doing in here?! Get out! [16:34:08] <Desmond> I- pardon, I just finished sweeping up the hallways. Did I disturb something important? [16:36:35] * Frances grips the fabric tight, but fails to completely hide the deep, angry blue of inflammation creeping up her shoulders. [16:36:56] * Frances snarls [16:37:03] <Frances> I said. GET OUT! [16:38:09] * Frances slides off the glass medical table and advances on the now frightened Des [16:38:58] * Desmond holds his hands up* I'm going to be intrusive, but it looks like you're.. dealing with swelling? [16:39:40] * Frances bares her teeth [16:40:07] <Frances> I am fine and my health is none of your concern! [16:40:55] * Desmond looks warily at the sharp teeth and lets out a huff* Of course it's of my concern! [16:41:15] <Desmond> I'm not interested in letting one of my hosts fall over and faint from something treatable! [16:41:44] * Frances sucks in an enraged breath [16:41:58] <Frances> I said it's none of your-urgh. [16:42:25] * Frances exhales, suddenly taking on an expression of defeat [16:42:41] <Frances> What's the point? [16:44:12] * Desmond lets out a breath he's been holding, and digs into his bag* Now, can I take a look at it? [16:44:17] <Frances> It's nothing. Temporary. What do you care, anyhow? [16:44:23] * Frances recoils defensively [16:44:27] <Frances> Don't touch me. [16:45:24] <Desmond> I am only asking for permission to see it, and you don't have to let me touch it. [16:46:15] * Desmond moves into the medical bay slowly, a bit wary of Frances [16:47:02] * Frances slowly releases her grip on the fabric. Her claws had punched holes in the white coat [16:47:35] <Frances> As you wish. [16:48:27] <Desmond> Should we move back over to the table? It might be more comfortable to rest it on something. [16:49:37] * Frances nods silently, still clutching the coat protectively. She watches Desmond intently for a moment, before returning to the table and taking a seat on its surface [16:51:53] * Desmond follows her and positions himself nearby* Now, may I see? [16:52:28] * Frances lets the garment fall, revealing the inflamed blue tissue around her shoulder attachments [16:53:23] <Desmond> Ahhh- I'm not familiar with this place's people but, it looks like rejection of your cybernetics? [16:53:41] <Frances> That would be correct. [16:54:12] <Frances> My body has continuously rejected them ever since our second passage through the Void. [16:54:47] <Desmond> Mmm... my country uses cybernetics as well, but it's most likely different, so it might not work... [16:55:07] <Desmond> Void travel? That's a first... [16:55:10] <Frances> Do you mean to say that you have treated this before? [16:56:02] <Desmond> Oh, yes, there's many in my workplace who has mechanical parts. Some of them new to it. [16:57:19] <Frances> I....am not familiar with the treatment of rejection. I'm afraid I am not exactly medically inclined [16:57:44] <Desmond> I don't think my medication would work, but I might be able to try and help with yours. [16:57:55] <Desmond> If you would let me, I mean. [16:58:47] * Frances grips her upper arms and looks at the floor [16:59:15] <Frances> I would be content to simply treat the symptoms, but there is no supply of immunosuppressant [16:59:28] <Frances> I turned this place upside down looking for it. [16:59:57] <Frances> They had a supply in the Silo, but A_J......she denied me. [17:00:15] * Frances curls her lip, suddenly snapping back to the present [17:01:01] <Desmond> I haven't heard of this A_J, but that's a terrible thing to do. Especially if she's a doctor. [17:01:20] <Frances> "A doctor." Hardly. Listen- [17:02:10] <Frances> I dislike unproven methods, and you have only just arrived. You'll forgive me for not quite... [17:02:33] <Frances> ...feeling....reassured. [17:03:05] <Frances> However, I have no options here but to suffer in silence. S_K mustn't know. [17:03:25] <Frances> I told her it was no longer a problem and would not impede our efforts. And yet... [17:04:17] * Frances holds up her arm, with visible difficulty. [17:04:50] <Frances> I cannot function like this. It was bad enough that my tibia has still not fully healed [17:05:28] <Frances> I will take what I can get. [17:05:48] <Desmond> That's fine, I'd most likely be the same, especially since I am medically inclined. I'll see what I can manage, and no word of this to S_K unless it's immediately dire. [17:07:23] <Desmond> Do you mind me taking a closer look? I am, uh, a bit unfamiliar with that tone. [17:07:37] * Frances manages a grin [17:08:19] <Frances> What seems to be the matter? Are your patients not usually this particular shade of blue? [17:08:50] <Desmond> They're usually more red. [17:09:53] <Frances> Fear not, doctor. The other denizens of this world bleed red, as far as I am aware. [17:09:55] <Frances> I checked. [17:10:43] <Frances> You may look closer, but please.... [17:11:13] <Frances> Wash your hands before you give me an infection on top of this. [17:11:40] <Desmond> Of course, what kind of fool do you take me for? [17:12:13] * Desmond pulls out a scrap of paper with a sigil written on it and a vial of water [17:12:47] * Desmond uncorks the vial and drips some of the water onto the sigil, and holds it in his hands as the ash seems to flow towards the sigil and pool on top of it, leaving his hands clean as he folds up the paper and stashes both it and the vial away* [17:13:52] * Frances watches with guarded interest [17:14:04] * Desmond holds his hands out for inspection* Good? [17:14:10] <Frances> Impressive...and efficient. [17:14:16] <Frances> However, I feel you deserve to be warned [17:15:13] <Frances> S_K, and many others here, take....less than kindly, to magic. [17:16:25] <Frances> If I were you, I would take great care to keep it hidden until you are certain you will not meet trouble [17:17:01] <Frances> Friendly advice. [17:17:24] <Desmond> So the residents here, this place then is hostile to magic? [17:17:40] <Desmond> Even something as a simple sigil...? [17:18:00] <Frances> Some are. Some use it freely. I simply recommend caution, and discretion [17:19:03] <Desmond> Where would be a place that would be open to the practice? [17:19:32] * Frances barely hides the disgust that crosses her face at the thought [17:20:04] <Frances> Well, there is Katton. Though they rather dislike us [17:20:43] <Frances> The other assembly of....people....are both unsavory and untrustworthy. I would avoid them [17:21:17] <Frances> Katton is, if nothing else, safe. You may be able to trade for supplies as long as you don't tell them you are associated with us. [17:22:55] <Desmond> Huh... they don't like the company of two who'd put a doctor to clean? I'll keep that in mind [17:23:21] <Frances> Be careful, doctor. You have a great deal to prove. [17:23:22] <Desmond> Safe does mean... I won't get shot at, correct? [17:24:26] <Frances> I cannot guarantee your safety anywhere, but no. You will most likely not be shot. [17:26:11] <Desmond> Alright. Truth be told, I've never been in a war area before, so- well if you have any tips.. [17:26:38] * Frances grimaces [17:27:05] <Frances> If I learn how to avoid being dragged into a war, you will be the first to know. [17:27:27] <Frances> Until then, do try to keep your head down [17:28:12] <Frances> S_K will return soon. Have you completed your examination? [17:28:53] <Desmond> Mmm, yes... [17:30:41] <Desmond> There are herbs that are a weaker form of immunosupressants, I'll see if there's any about. I'll have to think on other possible methods though. [17:31:51] * Frances covers herself with the torn labcoat again [17:32:12] <Frances> Best of luck. And for goodness's sake... [17:32:22] <Frances> Next time, please knock.

[15:41:49] * Frances sits on the Doctor's desk, writing feverishly in a small notebook. Reams of paper are stacked haphazardly around the small room. Even more paper than there was before. A box of tools sits open on the desk beside her, brimming with half-finished electronic parts. [15:43:43] * Frances growls under her breath and scribbles over a mistake in the notebook. Her agitation is apparent [15:49:01] * S_K walks through the hallways. Some parts of the FAC are still not properly lit, manifesting maws of darkness sitting at the end of many corridors. At times her eyes linger on those parts but never does she see something out of the ordinary. [15:49:34] * S_K has a clipboard under her arm, notes scrawled over the first page in a near illegible handwriting. Finally she passes the bureau, already from the annoyed sounds she realize Frances is there once again. She doesn't speak, merely enters the room, eyes wandering around for the book she seeks. [15:52:11] * Frances opens her mouth to say something sarcastic [15:52:15] [PEAS] [GREET-GR-ERROR] [15:52:19] <Frances> .... [15:53:21] [PEAS] WELCOME to [PEAS 3.1]! Invalid login credentials! [15:53:44] [PEAS] [GOOD NEWS] Incoming! [15:54:13] * Frances rolls her eyes and looks over at S_K [15:55:12] <Frances> Two Sovereigns this is going to be bad news [15:57:01] * Frances shuts the small book and tosses it into the tool box [15:57:22] <Frances> PEAS, now is not a good time [15:57:44] * S_K looks back at Frances after quizzically looking at the terminal of PEAS. [15:57:46] [PEAS] [SEARCHING...] [15:58:00] <S_K> Is it going on the fray again? It was going to happen sooner rather than later anyway. [15:58:21] * S_K approaches the desk, scanning it's surface as she is listening to Frances' ramblings. [15:58:27] <S_K> Two sovereigns what? I doubt money is a concern at the moment. [15:58:44] <Frances> It's a bet. [15:59:15] <Frances> You know, gambling? I am betting that this will be bad news. Whenever PEAS chooses to tell us- [15:59:29] [PEAS] Benvenuti a PISELLI 3.4 ! [15:59:39] * Frances scowls [16:00:35] <S_K> A bet? Foolish activity. Placing monetary value on a random factor. It seems addictive as well. [16:01:14] <Frances> It's just a game.... [16:01:23] [PEAS] Premere [INVIO] per continuare! [16:01:43] <Frances> PEAS, that isn't helpful... [16:02:18] * S_K turns away from the desk, looking over towards the darkened hallway. Upon seeing nothing she sighs. [16:02:27] [PEAS] Attenzione! [WARNING] [16:02:58] [PEAS] [GENERATOR 4] Critical! [16:03:04] <Frances> Wha- [16:03:18] * S_K's eyes flare open at the warning. [16:03:56] [PEAS] [EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN] Imminent! [16:04:44] [PEAS] [GRAZIE] per l'attenzione! [16:05:13] * Frances slides off the desk and stands just as the lights flicker [16:05:35] * The office is suddenly thrown into darkness* [16:05:48] <Frances> S_K?? What the hell just happened? [16:06:09] * S_K drops the clipboard down the ground. By the time it lands the room is already dark. She groans in annoyance. [16:06:23] * Frances blunders into a stack of papers, cursing as it topples over [16:06:32] <S_K> I wouldn't know. I hope it's just a critter that's crawled in it seeking for warmth... [16:06:49] <Frances> PEAS, why did you shut down all of the generators?! [16:07:16] [PEAS] You Are Safe In Mother's Hands! [16:08:06] * Frances gropes for the drawer beside the desk. After fishing for a few seconds, she growls triumphantly [16:08:26] * Frances flicks on the dim flashlight. Its battery is nearly drained [16:08:42] <S_K> Be careful, miss Graye. My sight isn't optimal at the best of times let alone in these circumstances [16:09:08] <Frances> Nor is mine, I am quite sorry to say. We need those lights back on. [16:09:51] * Frances hands S_K the flashlight and takes the cutting torch from her toolbox [16:10:12] <Frances> We should split up and find the backup generator. Every Facility has at least one [16:11:25] * S_K accepts the flashlight and shines it around, finding it less useful than anticipated. [16:11:28] * Frances looks up as the lights flicker momentarily, lighting the halls for just a second [16:11:40] <Frances> That is going to give me a headache... [16:12:28] * S_K nods briefly. [16:13:14] <S_K> Good. I'll take this floor. You go check downstairs. Try and go for the forgery. [16:13:21] <S_K> There should be more flashlights in there. [16:14:25] * Frances wordlessly flicks on the cutting torch, dimly lighting the way. The lights continue to flicker. [16:14:56] * Frances nods at S_K as the older woman heads up the stairs [16:16:08] * S_K walks towards the stairs, her hand tapping the underside of the flashlight, briefly causing it to flicker and ensuring she stops doing it. [16:16:25] <S_K> Does nothing work as it should? [16:19:37] * For the following minutes S_K's shins and hip hate her as far too many objects bump into the slightly weaker spots of her body. Already she can feel the bruises piling up. Only a hiss in her breath signals how she again miscalculates the width of a table. [16:21:18] * Frances stumbles down the hallway towards the labs, occasionally tripping on chunks of ceiling tile [16:22:11] * Frances feels along the wall for the smeltery door frame, but stops. Her cutting torch splutters [16:22:45] <Frances> Out of fuel already? Damned useless son of a-ARGH [16:23:06] * Frances stumbles as she stubs her toe on a large chunk [16:23:58] * Frances gropes for the corner, and continues making her way down the hall [16:25:02] <Frances> Oh, what the- [16:25:03] <Frances> ! [16:25:56] * Frances runs headlong into something. Something unusually soft. She swears aloud as she is shoved back [16:25:58] * Desmond stumbles backwards as he runs into Frances, dropping the package of ginger snaps [16:26:20] <Frances> S_K?! I thought you were upstairs! [16:26:43] <Desmond> What, who's- *he clamps his hands over his mouth* [16:27:07] <Frances> ....Who- [16:27:18] * Frances growls. [16:27:30] <Desmond> Wait, wait, wait! [16:27:30] <Frances> Who are you, and how did you get in here?! [16:27:59] <Desmond> I, well I got flung out of a portal frame in this place... [16:28:39] <Desmond> I thought it was abandoned! With all the burnt up grounds! [16:28:45] * Frances grabs his arm and shouts [16:28:49] <Frances> S_K!! [16:29:19] <Frances> We have an intruder! [16:29:24] <Desmond> Wait don't- uh well hit me whatever you have! I swear I don't hurt people! [16:29:37] <Desmond> I'm a doctor! [16:29:38] * Frances snaps at Desmond [16:29:49] <Frances> A doctor?? [16:29:53] <Frances> Portals? [16:30:06] <Frances> You're not making much sense. [16:30:26] <Frances> So is it you who cut the generators? Hmm? Here to steal our supplies? [16:30:47] <Desmond> Why would I cut the generators??? I didn't even know there were generators in here! [16:31:20] * S_K hears the scream throughout the FAC, she rears up, growling loudly as the edge of some cabinet pokes her hard in the shoulder. [16:31:37] <S_K> By the Chain I hope this is important- [16:31:48] * S_K freezes at the mention of intruder and moves back the way she came from. [16:33:49] * Frances marches Desmond back towards the office, still tripping occasionally [16:34:05] <Frances> I think you had best come with me. [16:34:16] * Desmond stumbles along, occasionally bumping into Frances, but he doesn't try to break her grip [16:35:09] * Desmond mutters under his breath, cursing his bad luck [16:38:38] * S_K feels around blindly, finally finding the doors back downstairs. She carefully places her feet upon the stairs, going down step by step until she hears the voice of Frances combined with another one. She narrows her eyes and steps forward, misjudging it's width. The heel of her foot only barely scrapes the edge of the step and she goes along with it. Falling down upon it, she screams in pain, the shock of the momentum snapping her jaw closed, locking a piece of her tongue in it. The flashlight, long since forgotten, falls down upon the steps, bouncing twice before admitting defeat and dying out. [16:40:24] * S_K sits at the bottom of the stairs, a small stream of blood coming from her lips, a mean and pained expression upon her face and covered in more bruises than pale skin. [16:41:21] <Frances> S_K! [16:41:55] * Frances watches the flashlight skitter across the floor and fizzle out. She heads for the sound of S_K's pained groans, tugging her captive along with her. [16:42:41] <Frances> What happened? Are you alright? [16:43:10] <Desmond> That did not sound alright. [16:43:53] * S_K presses her tongue against a knuckle of her hand, very much feeling the wound and tasting the blood in her mouth. [16:44:14] <S_K> I fell. [16:44:18] * S_K speaks with a slight lisp as she tries not to connect the wound with her teeth. [16:44:34] [PEAS] WELCOME to [PEAS 3.1]! Invalid login credentials! [16:44:40] [PEAS] [INITIALISING] [16:45:10] [PEAS] Thank You For Participating In This [EMERGENCY SIMULATION] [16:45:53] * Frances reaches for S_K as the lights flicker on one by one, illuminating the hallways. [16:46:19] * Frances helps pull the old Ward up with one hand, still unwilling to release Desmond [16:46:42] [PEAS] You Are Safe In Mother's Hands! [16:47:24] <Frances> Stupid machine. What was the point of an emergency simulation? [16:47:45] * Frances blinks up at the lights, now working perfectly well. [16:47:55] * S_K hisses in pain as she shifts upon her bruised ass. She doesn't react to the hand until it's almost in her face, making her shirk back ever so briefly. As she wishes to take it she hears the message and an audible growl passes her lips. [16:48:54] <S_K> PEAS… Let's play a game… Where is your motherboard located? [16:49:43] <Desmond> ...Personally, I'd like to point out that I don't feel very safe... [16:50:40] * Frances turns to look at Desmond, finally able to see him entirely [16:51:28] <Frances> S_K, I do believe we have more important matters at hand. You may reprimand the AI later [16:53:07] * Frances looks Desmond up and down. He is significantly shorter than her, and his dark hair is a wild, dusty mess. The same grimy ash that chokes the halls of pi-TEC covers his clothes. [16:54:51] <Frances> ...a doctor, you say. [16:55:06] * Desmond stares back at Frances, somewhat challengingly* Yes. [16:55:15] <Frances> Naturally. [16:55:40] <Desmond> I'm a field doctor. [16:55:43] <Frances> Let us pretend for a moment that this is, in fact, the truth. What, precisely.... [16:55:58] <Frances> ...are you doing in here? [16:57:02] <Desmond> Well! I'm from Is-, ahem, another country that sent me through a portal that temporarily connected with the frame in this... place. [16:58:04] * Frances seems suddenly intrigued [16:58:15] <Frances> There's.... a frame? [16:58:41] <Frances> Here? Hmmm.... I don't recall reading any reports on that. I suppose we missed something... [16:58:57] <Frances> Fine, then. Doctor. Do you have a name? [16:59:26] <Desmond> Should I give you my first or last? [17:00:28] <Frances> Which ever you prefer to go by. I suppose I can't call you "you" forever. [17:01:14] <Desmond> My name is Desmond. [17:02:06] <Frances> Well then, Desmond. Welcome to pi-TEC. I'm afraid I can't allow you to leave until we are certain you don't pose a threat. [17:02:27] <Frances> You see, we are at war. [17:02:55] <Desmond> That's fine with me. I don't feel like walking into whatever weapon destroyed this place. [17:03:31] <Frances> What is your purpose in coming here? [17:04:23] <Desmond> Actually, nothing really. [17:04:40] <Frances> You stepped through a portal for..... nothing? [17:04:51] <Desmond> Well, I guess there's this myth my nation will find something great if they send out their citizens. [17:05:17] <Frances> A myth. Ha ha. [17:05:31] <Frances> "Something great", he says. [17:05:50] <Desmond> I'm not the one who comes up with this stuff. [17:05:52] * Frances chuckles absently [17:06:07] <Frances> No indeed. [17:06:14] * S_K looks over at 'Desmond', remembering why she'd gone downstairs in a dark hallway in the first place. She narrows her eyes immediately, a terrifying sight as the elder woman, tarnished by scars and now a bloody chin locks eyes with him. [17:06:45] * S_K scrambles upright without Frances' help, placing her hand underneath her and hissing as she stands upright, quite sure sitting won't be a comfortable option for the following days. [17:07:06] * S_K almost towers over the young man as she stands before him. [17:07:13] <S_K> So your idea is to place him in a position to rule over our personal health? [17:07:19] * S_K opens and closes her hand, still tingly from the fall. She smiles suddenly. [17:07:25] <S_K> Well if he's not trust worthy he'll regret it. [17:07:53] * Desmond blinks up at S_K, and huffs a little, crossing his arms to try and hide the little shudder that goes through him [17:08:35] <Desmond> I can assure you, I know how to treat a bitten tongue. [17:09:22] <Frances> We do need a medic, S_K... [17:09:48] <Frances> Requiem is the best we have, and she's insisted on staying all the way in Katton. [17:10:52] <S_K> You're staying out of my way and far away from any of my appendages until I know you're as less of a threat. [17:11:10] * S_K looks over to Frances, remembering the things A_J had said to her regarding her ally. [17:12:20] <Frances> We will be careful, S_K. [17:12:25] <S_K> We can't let him go. That's for sure… Good. We'll keep you here... But be aware of your situation. [17:13:12] * Frances smiles, almost warmly. [17:13:29] <Desmond> I'm fairly sure i wouldn't have stepped through the portal if I didn't think I could deal with troubles. [17:13:58] <Frances> Welcome to the Deserters then, Desmond. We hope we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement... [17:14:22] <Frances> You may call me Frances. Or Miss Graye. And the lovely lady here is S_K. [17:14:30] * Frances winces slightly at S_K's expression [17:14:53] * S_K nods at Desmond, hostility still in her eyes. [17:14:55] <Frances> You are very fortunate you found us, and not some of the less pleasant members of this area. [17:15:04] <Desmond> That's good. I hope. [17:15:44] <Desmond> And.. S_K? At least make sure to put some ice on that tongue. [17:16:56] <Frances> Perhaps on the Level 3 elevator door. [17:17:11] <Frances> Plenty of ice down there. [17:17:22] * S_K shoots Frances a sideways glance at the comment and shakes her head. [17:20:14] [PEAS] PEAS [INITIALISING]....Please Wait! [17:20:29] [PEAS] [WARNING!] [17:20:43] [PEAS] [INTRUDER] Located! [17:21:08] [PEAS] [ALARM.wav] Loading.... [17:21:47] * S_K is visibly annoyed at the computer-generated voice. She looks up slowly at the speaker. [17:22:13] <S_K> I'll be right back... I have business to attend to. [17:22:24] [PEAS] [SUCCESS!][TASK FAILED]

[14:20:21] * Frances and S_K stand in the Doctor's darkened office. Their familiar meeting place [14:21:29] * Frances checks over the apparatus once again, for at least the fifth time [14:22:08] <Frances> Well, I suppose it doesn't require any repairs or further improvements.... [14:22:38] <Frances> I think we may be ready to attempt this for real. [14:22:45] * S_K stands in silence next to Frances. Her eyes are cast to the ground. She is visibly still in thought. [14:22:57] <S_K> This is a great risk you are taking, Miss Graye. We have toyed with this device more than anything. [14:23:05] <S_K> This is not some silly joke inserted into your brain… This is removing something that you have been subjected to for several decades. I wish it would go as smoothly as with the potion brewer... [14:23:27] <S_K> But I fear this will not be the case. [14:24:12] <Frances> It's not as bad as all that....still, I am unsure. [14:24:36] <Frances> However, if we wait until we are both certain of this, we will be here forever. Or worse, we will be dawdling while the Silo destroys this world too. [14:25:29] <Frances> It is worth the risk, and it has performed well thus far. [14:26:15] <Frances> First, let's quickly go over the process once again. I know you know this, but best to be safe... [14:27:13] * Frances hands S_K the small controller device, currently powered off. [14:27:16] <S_K> Certainly. This is not the time for errors to occur. [14:28:03] [Server] [Welcome!] [WARDEN//ERROR] [14:28:23] <Frances> .... [14:28:28] [Server] [PEAS is Processing. Please be PATIENT] [14:28:33] <Frances> Good morning to you too, PEAS [14:28:46] * S_K looks up as the PEA system suddenly comes to life. [14:29:09] [Server] [DISPLAY PEAS] [Smile] [14:29:41] <Frances> PEAS will be monitoring my vital signs and neural activity [14:30:08] <Frances> I thought the readings may be interesting to look at later on. [14:30:31] [Server] [Have a nice day!] [NULL] [14:30:37] <S_K> Any data is valuable indeed. I simply hope an A.I. can be entrusted with this. [14:30:56] [Server] [Run Thought of the Day] [Y/N] [14:31:01] <Frances> It is simply monitoring. There will be no interference [14:31:06] <Frances> Yes, PEAS [14:31:34] <S_K> Very well. [14:32:26] <Frances> Anyway, to continue.... [14:32:59] <Frances> Previously, we have successfully removed memories and learned information [14:33:34] <Frances> We have also planted information, seemingly successfully. This operation is somewhere in between [14:34:04] <Frances> From what you and Requiem saw, and what we know of Auditors.... [14:34:35] <Frances> And the seemingly absent memories in a span of several months... [14:35:08] [Server] [Thought of Day] [100% Loaded] [14:35:13] <Frances> It appears that I am under the influence of this Auditor. A specialized type of conditioning. [14:35:48] * Frances pauses, looking over at the PEAS console [14:36:03] [Server] say [Run Thought of Day] [TRUE] [One Kind [INSERT COMMAND] Can Change A Person's Whole [OUT OF MEMORY] For the Better!] [14:36:15] [Server] [DISPLAY PEAS] [Smile] [14:36:26] <Frances> ....Indeed. [14:37:19] * S_K looks over at the console, not a trace of a smile on her face, only annoyance. [14:37:47] <Frances> Don't mind PEAS. It's only trying to help [14:38:26] <Frances> ...As I was saying. This type of conditioning did not wipe my memory, but represses it. [14:39:02] <Frances> If this is the case, it can be recovered. And the Auditor's hold over me loosened or removed [14:40:11] <Frances> With the Auditor now powerless to control me, the Silo is all but ours. [14:40:29] <Frances> Nothing but a handful of half-starved Wards. [14:41:18] <S_K> It's an Auditor. There is no written confirmation of any of their abilities. Only rumors… [14:41:28] <S_K> Frankly I despise working with so many uncertainties but we seem to have run out of options. [14:41:36] <S_K> Theoretically this is all learned behavior… To react to the Auditor in such a way. [14:41:48] <S_K> But yes. Without the Auditor the Silo stands no chance… They are painfully unprepared for any sort of offense. [14:42:15] <Frances> Yes. Rumors, conjecture. Observation, hypothesis, testing.... This is science, my friend. [14:42:36] <Frances> And now we must prove our theory. [14:43:01] * Frances switches the head piece on, and lifts it over her head [14:43:59] * S_K sighs deeply, lifting the console in her hands closer to her face, looking over the buttons and switches she has since familiarized herself with. [14:44:25] <Frances> We've been over the routine. [14:44:58] <Frances> It's mostly automated, and you know what to do in case of a problem. Correct? [14:47:25] <S_K> We went over this multiple times in detail, Miss Graye. I think by now a monkey could overate this. [14:47:35] <S_K> Yes. In no case am I allowed to remove the device from your head as it is switched on. [14:48:04] <S_K> During problems I am to gradually shut the device off. [14:48:19] <S_K> As to avoid any temporary or permanent damage to your brain. [14:48:48] * Frances smiles. It only partially hides her apprehensiveness. [14:49:11] <Frances> Yes, that is perfectly correct. You have the memory of an elephant. [14:49:28] <Frances> That's.... a good thing. [14:49:55] * S_K smiles weakly at Frances' encouraging words. [14:50:56] * Frances takes a seat in the Doctor's office chair. She grips the metal arm rests a little too hard. [14:51:21] <Frances> Begin the routine at your leisure, S_K. [14:51:36] <Frances> I am ready. [14:54:11] * S_K glances over Frances and shakes her head. [14:54:16] <S_K> Relax, Miss Graye. Straining your body and your mind will only worsen this. [14:54:22] * S_K motions for Frances' metal arms nearly twisting the form of the armrests. [14:55:53] * S_K flicks on the controller, careful to note that everything is still functioning. [14:55:59] * Frances removes her hands from the armrests and folds them neatly in her lap. No less strained. [14:56:38] * Frances closes her eyes, breathing in sharply when the device hums to life [14:57:13] <S_K> Please... Think of something that might relax you. Baby animals? Colorful dresses? [14:57:46] <Frances> I have to...focus on the memories that aren't there. This will be.... [14:58:08] * Frances trails off, neglecting to finish her thought. [14:58:57] * S_K gradually turns the knob on the controller, effectively beginning the procedure. [14:59:37] * For several minutes, Frances sits still. Her eyes twitch left and right occasionally, beneath her closed eyelids. Her clasped fingers fidget.* [15:01:25] * Frances's breathing slows, and the tension gradually dissipates from her features. As if in sleep. [15:02:17] * The office is silent but for the hum of the device and the quiet breathing of both individuals* [15:02:42] <Frances> .....S_K. It's working, I- [15:03:08] * S_K silences Frances with a sharp sound. [15:03:12] <S_K> Focus. don't speak. [15:03:21] <Frances> I can feel something coming back. It's just barely....out of reach. [15:03:38] <Frances> Oh- [15:04:14] * Frances breathes in sharply, her hands gripping her thighs [15:04:38] * Frances's eyes snap open, and she lets out an inhuman snarl [15:04:47] <Frances> NNO! [15:05:07] * S_K watches with intent to Frances' reactions. Not yet showing signs of stopping the procedure. [15:05:08] * Frances grabs for the straps on her head [15:05:47] <Frances> Get this off! I don't want this- [15:06:22] * Frances jumps up from the seat, and wrenches the securing strap free [15:07:42] * Frances's eyes snap open [15:08:00] <Frances> S_K! Stop the procedure! [15:08:25] * Frances's hands twitch over the crown of the device, barely restrained from ripping it off [15:08:28] * S_K turns the knob down for a few degrees. Not yet moving from her spot. [15:08:34] <S_K> Listen to my voice, Frances. Sit back down. I have started the end of the procedure. Endure it. [15:08:39] <S_K> Calm. Down. [15:09:08] * Frances sucks in a few desperate breaths. She is hunched over the desk, trying hard to focus [15:09:51] <Frances> I....wanted....this.... [15:11:03] * S_K continues to gradually lessen the power of the controller. Keeping her eye firmly on Frances. [15:12:53] * Frances is visibly shaking. Her extended claws score deep marks into the surface of the desk [15:15:51] * S_K finally turns the knob down entirely, hearing the soft, dry click as it is turned off. [15:15:59] * S_K remains at her place, not having moved an inch from her spot since starting the procedure. [15:16:45] * Frances snatches the device from her head, and just barely stops herself from throwing it to the floor [15:17:21] * Frances gently, haltingly places it on the gouged surface of the desk, and sinks down into the chair [15:18:04] * Frances grips her face in her hands and exhales slowly. For a few moments she is silent [15:18:45] <Frances> Ask, and ye....shall receive. I wanted...this. [15:19:02] * S_K stands by the desk, only moving forward to place the controller aside the device upon the desk,dragging them a bit closer towards herself and thus further from Frances. [15:19:05] <Frances> It worked, S_K, but I- [15:19:21] * Frances sucks in a shuddering breath [15:20:04] <S_K> Find your breath, Miss Graye. Gather your thoughts. There is time. [15:20:06] <Frances> Her face.... [15:20:32] * Frances shakes her head [15:21:26] <Frances> There are some things, S_K....that are best left unthought. [15:22:15] <Frances> It worked. I understand now. I remember [15:23:02] * Frances slowly raises her gaze to S_K [15:23:21] <S_K> Speak. Say whatever comes to your mind. [15:23:54] <Frances> Not yet. There is still some that is....incomplete. We must make certain. [15:24:13] <Frances> I will not let that Auditor, that /thing/, do this to me again. [15:24:19] <Frances> We must. Be. Thorough. [15:24:59] <Frances> Allow me....just a few minutes. To catch my breath [15:25:09] <Frances> Then we must resume. [15:26:04] <S_K> Only if you are feeling up to it, Miss Graye. No need to make your brain collapse on itself. [15:26:23] * Frances shakes her head [15:26:45] <Frances> Victory, S_K, at any cost. [15:27:34] <Frances> I will be complete. [15:27:56] <S_K> You are more valuable to me as a human being than a vegetable. But never the less. When you are ready.

[17:23:57] * With a noisy click the doors close once more behind S_K as she descends down the stairs. The mud caked upon her shoes flakes off with each step she takes. [17:24:23] * Frances looks up at the sound [17:24:30] * S_K finally stands within the hall, tired eyes looking over the area and spotting Frances sitting behind the desk. Nothing changed since she'd left pi-TEC to go on with her business. [17:24:32] * Frances sits cross-legged on the office floor behind the desk, surrounded by stacks of files. Her coffee mug is empty. [17:24:47] * Frances occasionally makes a mark in the large notebook on her lap. The air is dusty and cold [17:24:54] * S_K makes a noise somewhere between an annoyed tssk and a cough. [17:25:01] <S_K> You're almost working as hard as a Ward. I don't even know if I should be offended. [17:25:22] <Frances> Ah, S_K. Good to see you home in one piece. After your little...excursion [17:25:40] <Frances> What was it you were doing, again? [17:25:50] * Frances glances at S_K's muddied coat [17:28:11] * S_K delicately lifts up a flap of her coat by the tip of her fingers and sees the random pattern of mud. She drops it again with a tired smile. [17:28:43] <S_K> I've send a message, enacted on some revenge. Little else to do out there anyway. [17:29:24] <Frances> ....I hope you didn't do anything too rash. You know how I feel about attracting unwanted attention. [17:29:34] <Frances> Just be careful, alright? [17:30:22] <Frances> We don't need you getting hurt too. [17:30:36] <S_K> Well I have buried a Ward, - [17:30:42] * S_K lifts up her hand in preparation. [17:30:52] * Frances's head snaps up [17:30:55] <Frances> A Ward- [17:30:58] <S_K> - not your Ward, don't worry. Just a sign to the Silo that I'm still there and still know more than they like to. [17:31:27] <Frances> ....Fine. When you say buried.... [17:31:34] <Frances> Please tell me you didn't kill any of them [17:32:09] <S_K> I don't want to create a martyr. Also survivors tend to bring messages better than corpses. [17:32:21] <Frances> Good... good. [17:32:36] <S_K> He's fine, I watched the rabble dig him up just a few hours ago. They're scared, or should be. [17:32:56] * Frances sets the notebook aside and stands, her look of mild distress easing back to neutral [17:33:13] <Frances> Scared is good. Angry is... not. [17:33:22] <Frances> And, ah. Speaking of scaring them [17:33:44] * S_K glances at the ever growing stack of files surrounding Frances. [17:33:55] <Frances> I may have found a few things that may prove useful. Some even that may ensure our success [17:34:16] <Frances> But first, allow me to get you something to drink. We've a long night ahead of us. [17:34:29] * Frances pulls the office chair out from the desk [17:34:37] <Frances> Here, sit. I'll be back in a moment [17:35:47] * S_K goes to sit on the chair, looking around at some of the open files. Mathematical sums, strange symbols and technical charts are scattered around in chaos. [17:36:54] <Frances> ...Feel free to look over the ones I have yet to organize. Just please do not touch the stacks [17:37:08] <Frances> I'll show you those later [17:38:47] * S_K nods quietly, bending down to pick up a technical chart. Lightly her head nods whilst she is examining it. [17:39:00] * Frances ducks out of the room and up the stairs, to pi-TEC's small employee kitchen [17:40:22] * Frances soon returns, bearing a rattling tray of mugs, a carafe of fresh coffee, and a bowl of creamer [17:40:50] * Frances sets it on the desk and pours two mugs full. She gestures to one of them [17:41:03] <Frances> You may wish to add cream or sugar. It's strong. [17:41:15] <Frances> And this place seems to have a surplus of powdered creamer... [17:41:24] * Frances smiles [17:41:55] * S_K looks up from the blueprint, eyeing the tray a bit skeptically. Been given permission she hesitantly picks up one of the mugs and smells, a small frown appearing upon her brow. [17:41:56] <Frances> I would bet good money you've never had real coffee before. It's hard to come by... [17:43:03] <S_K> Coffee is supposed to be light brown in colour... And why does it smell so strongly? [17:44:16] <Frances> No, coffee is meant to be black as night and rich as silk [17:44:34] * S_K sips at the hot liquid, a surprised smile on her face as she tastes the coffee. [17:44:50] <Frances> This is no State-issued acorn roast. This must have been smuggled across the border... [17:45:20] <Frances> I can't imagine the expense the good Doctor must have gone to. [17:46:09] <S_K> Indeed, it doesn't taste even faintly of the stuff I was used to. [17:46:19] <Frances> Savor that. There isn't much of it left, but I would hate to let the coffee beans go stale. [17:47:14] * Frances moves the tray onto the floor and selects a rolled up blueprint from one of her stacks [17:47:34] <Frances> Now that we have our coffee.... this is what I wanted to show you. [17:47:41] <S_K> I have learned to enjoy these small pleasures in life, Miss Graye. Thank you for sharing this with me. It's delightful. [17:48:14] <Frances> I am always delighted to share such things. The small pleasures are often the most important [17:48:17] <Frances> Or so I find. [17:48:43] * Frances spreads out the blueprint across the desk [17:49:29] <Frances> Now, I told you when we first arrive here. The Doctor's research involved "humane" Re-Education [17:51:56] * S_K leans expectantly over to Frances, eyeing the rolled open print. [17:52:24] <Frances> "Therapeutic Resonance", or so she calls it. It usually requires a large resonance chamber [17:52:34] <Frances> Like the one downstairs. The one we seem to be locked out of. [17:52:40] <Frances> This- [17:53:07] * Frances taps on the delicately-drawn white lines of the diagram [17:53:34] <Frances> -seems to circumvent that. Some sort of headset apparatus and a portable computer [17:54:11] <Frances> It's astonishingly simple, actually. A few motors calibrated to resonate at specific frequencies... [17:54:40] <Frances> I could easily build this. Improve on it, even. Given we have the appropriate materials at hand [17:54:55] <Frances> You know what this means, don't you? [17:55:26] <S_K> Yes, from what I've- [17:55:35] * S_K's voice trails off as she reads the content of the blueprint, her one good eye almost seems glisten briefly. [17:55:50] <S_K> I have certain ideas, a lot of which are surely to be yours as well, Miss Graye. [17:56:06] <Frances> Yes. Of course [17:56:38] <Frances> Well, as a technician and scientist, you, of course, know that it must be tested. [17:57:06] <S_K> Before we go to war with blueprints we must ensure it's functionality, as you say… [17:57:25] <Frances> We need a test subject. [17:57:45] <Frances> Someone unlikely to cause trouble [17:58:37] <S_K> We would need a test subject... While I will not doubt your genius and skill, Miss Graye we must find someone or something with similar brain functions to that of a human. Katton is close and there shouldn't be any visibly harm done to them with this machine… [17:59:25] <Frances> Well, S_K. Funny that you should mention Katton. I happen to know someone there who owes me... [17:59:36] <Frances> They owe me quite the favor, in fact.

[15:22:40] * Frances sits alone in the Doctor's office, amid stacks of paperwork. The desk is lit only by a worklamp [15:23:10] * Frances glances up at the door occasionally, awaiting S_K's return from one of her outings. [15:23:43] * Frances shuffles through reams of data, taking notes. The halls remain dark and silent as the grave [15:24:56] <Frances> ...23 October. Shipment of iridium plates and heat tape. Interesting... [15:25:29] * Frances sighs and adjusts her glasses, circling the entry with a red pen and moving on [15:26:07] [PEAS] [PI-TEC EMERGENCY AUXILIARY SYSTEM IS LOADING!] [15:26:32] * Frances slides her chair back from the desk and stands, stretching [15:26:34] [PEAS] [Out of Memory at Line: 1] [15:26:44] <Frances> Good morning to you too, PEAS. [15:26:55] <Frances> Be a dear and start the coffee machine, would you? [15:26:56] [PEAS] [Task Failed Successfully!] [15:27:15] <Frances> Oh dear. I'll just do that myself, shall I? [15:27:37] [PEAS] [COFFEE MACHINE is unavailable or may not exist] [15:27:54] <Frances> God forbid. [15:28:02] [PEAS] [GREETINGS, WARDEN//ERROR!] [15:28:35] * Frances navigates the labyrinth of paper stacks, stepping carefully over the disarray [15:28:41] [PEAS] [Run Thought of the Day] [Y/N] [15:28:49] <Frances> Go on then [15:29:09] [PEAS] [Please Wait] [15:29:44] * Frances starts the small coffee maker, leaning on the table. It hisses and rattles almost indignantly [15:29:47] [PEAS] [14% Progress] [15:30:06] [PEAS] [56% Progress} [15:30:22] [PEAS] [82% Progress] [15:30:33] * Frances looks hopeful [15:30:46] [PEAS] [98% Progress] [15:31:37] [PEAS] [Application Not Responding] [15:31:55] [PEAS] [Error: Success!] [15:32:11] * Frances looks slightly crestfallen [15:32:34] <Frances> Well, at least you made it further than you did last time. [15:32:41] [PEAS] [Emergency Protocols are in Effect!] [15:32:48] [PEAS] [REMAIN CALM] [15:33:04] * Frances pours the thin coffee into a mug [15:33:18] [PEAS] [GREETINGS, WARDEN//ERROR!] [15:34:40] <Frances> Hmmm [15:34:57] <Frances> What files do you have stored, PEAS? [15:34:58 [PEAS] [A radiological emergency has been detected!] [15:35:31] <Frances> Yes, I know. It was a nuclear warhead. That your big sister fired at you [15:35:44] [PEAS] [ADVISORY] Potassium Iodide is Available in the Infirmary! [15:36:16] <Frances> Oh. That is...actually very useful information. [15:36:34] <Frances> We haven't taken inventory on medical supplies yet... [15:36:49] [PEAS] [Found] [Employee Manifest and Emergency Contacts] [15:37:22] <Frances> List the emergency contacts, please? [15:38:02] [PEAS] [Found] [Emergency Contacts: Next of Kin] [15:38:29] <Frances> ...List them. [15:39:46] * Frances walks back to the desk and sits down. She picks up the small framed photo on the desk [15:39:55] [PEAS] [Technical Sergeant A_J] [LISTED DR FRANCES E. GRAYE - FAC314 / AUDITOR F. WAITE / CAPITAL / M_R M_S - AAT-FAC]] [15:42:03] [PEAS] [Dr. Frances E. Graye] [LISTED ELOISE GRAYE / WILHELM GRAYE / EASTERN COASTAL REGION]] [15:42:50] * Frances sets the photo back down, glancing again at the three figures. A man, a woman, and a girl [15:44:04] [PEAS] [Breyos Vesalius] [LISTED DR. FRANCES E. GRAYE] [15:44:16] * Frances frowns [15:44:31] [PEAS] [Unable to Establish Connection. Retry?] [15:45:10] <Frances> No. The communications array is a melted heap. Useless [15:45:27] <Frances> Hmm.... [15:45:42] <Frances> Do you have any information on that Auditor? Or the two Wards listed? [15:45:57] <Frances> Location, purpose, relationship to the Facility? [15:46:51] <Frances> Requesting files on Auditor F. Waite, M_R, M_S. [15:46:52] [PEAS] [PEAS is Processing. Please be PATIENT] [15:47:06] <Frances> Yes, alright. [15:47:52] [PEAS] [happymusic.zip] Failed to Open! [15:48:22] * Frances grumbles [15:49:45] [PEAS] [Found] Facilitator M_R / M_S [15:50:14] [PEAS] [AAT-FAC LOCATION CLASSIFIED] [ADEF-FAC LOCATION] Emergency Use Only! [15:50:28] <Frances> Facilitator? I didn't read about any Facilitators... [15:50:49] <Frances> Classified... PEAS, I am the Warden. Override [15:51:13] [PEAS] [FOUND] Auditor Fallowfield Waite [GROWTH AND RENEWAL] [15:52:18] [PEAS] [Overriding] [Authorisation WARDEN//ERROR] [15:52:23] <Frances> Yes, that's wonderful. Please give me the files on the classified Facility. Send them to the console [15:52:58] [PEAS] [Transferring Files] [0% Complete] [15:53:34] [PEAS] The Temperature on the Surface today is 13 Degrees Celcius! [WARDEN//ERROR!] [15:53:52] [PEAS] The Temperature in the Facility today is 22 Degrees Celcius! [WARDEN//ERROR!] [15:54:18] [PEAS] The Temperature in the Infrasound Theraputic Suite today is [WARNING] [15:54:21] * Frances pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs [15:54:56] [PEAS] [1% Complete] [15:55:46] [PEAS] [Cannot Authorise] [Task Failed Successfully!] [15:56:30] <Frances> Cannot authorise? Warden. Override. There is no higher clearance in your system [15:56:52] <Frances> Or perhaps you can't. Auxiliary. [15:57:17] [PEAS] [Display] [BROKEN HEART] [15:57:37] <Frances> It's fine, PEAS. You tried [15:58:01] <Frances> One last thing, then. If you have access to any sort of State personnel records... [15:58:23] <Frances> Auditor Y_R, of the Eastern Coastal Region. [15:58:54] <Frances> Perhaps I can make good on my threat to wring his scrawny neck, if nothing else... [15:59:45] [PEAS] [PEAS is Processing. Please be PATIENT] [16:01:45] [PEAS] [FOUND] [Y_R Eastern Coastal] [FAC - 27 Media Control] [16:02:49] <Frances> Hah! Media control. He did have an annoyingly pleasant voice. [16:03:29] <Frances> At least a radio announcer can't pose much of a threat. [16:04:00] [PEAS] [HOST: STATE HIT PARADE // Episodes Available] [MOTHER KNOWS BEST // Episodes Available] [THEATRE OF THE CHAIN // Episodes Available!] [16:04:51] <Frances> No, thank you. I think I've endured enough torment without having to listen to that fool of a Ward.. [16:05:15] * Frances curls her lip in vague disgust [16:05:37] [PEAS] [PEASSUCCESS.wav] Failed to Play [16:05:58] <Frances> Play something nice instead. Surely you have some music stored in there. [16:06:04] <Frances> Chopin, perhaps [16:06:55] [PEAS] [PROCESSING REQUEST] [WARDEN//ERROR] [Find: Chopin] [16:06:56] * Frances doodles idly on a sheet of statistics. A crude rendition of Breyos with a comical mustache [16:07:14] * Frances frowns when she sees that this is simply more accurate than insulting [16:07:23] [PEAS] [CHOPIN CLASSICS FOUND!] [Play Midi Files] Y/N [16:07:28] <Frances> Yes. [16:07:51] <Frances> Better than nothing [16:08:37] * Frances crumples the sheet of paper and flings it towards the waste bin. It misses. [16:08:44] [PEAS] [DISPLAY PEAS] [Smile] [16:08:54] [PEAS] [PLAYING] [16:10:13] * Frances pulls another out of a stack and begins working as the beeping electronic music washes over her

[15:50:26] * S_K 's eyes follow the Auditor as she walks away from the picnic. S_K remains in hiding for now, waiting for the coast to be clear entirely. [15:52:02] * Frances still stands, staring into the distance. She seems not to notice Req shaking her [15:52:32] <Requiem> Frances, come on. Snap out of it! [15:53:11] * Requiem continues to shake her to no avail [15:53:25] * S_K lays a gloved hand upon the bark of the tree, her fingers digging in briefly. She lowers her hand again, wiping the bits of bark off on her red coat and steps forward into the clearing, eyes pinned on Frances. [15:54:52] * S_K stops just a yard from the blanket, her hand twitching at her side. [15:55:50] * Requiem is too busy trying to wake Frances to even notice S_K [15:55:51] * S_K narrows her eyes when Frances even fails to acknowledge her and lunges forward, putting her putting her weight behind her fist and connecting it with Frances' jaw. [15:56:59] * Frances is knocked to the ground by the force of the blow, yelping in shock [15:57:19] <Frances> Augh-what the- [15:58:04] <S_K> I shouldn't have expected any better from a citizen. [15:58:07] * Frances clutches at her already bruising face, shielding herself with her other hand. [15:58:32] <Frances> S_K, what in God's name- [15:58:34] * Requiem stares at Frances for a moment in stunned silence, then looks to S_K with fury [15:58:51] * S_K holds her one hand in the other, rubbing over the knuckles, gently cracking the bones. [15:58:57] <Frances> Why would you DO that?? [15:59:30] <S_K> Did you think I would never find out? [16:00:23] <Frances> Find out? Find out what? I haven't done anything! [16:00:40] * S_K spits on the ground in disgust. [16:01:29] <S_K> That you betrayed me. I saw it all happen right here. How you conversed with an Auditor. [16:01:35] * Frances looks to Req for help, stopping short when she sees the other girl's expression [16:01:58] <Frances> An Auditor... S_K, are you drunk? [16:02:19] <S_K> Filthy sleeper agent. There is a specific torment someone used back in my days at the State when - [16:02:48] * S_K's voice trails off, looking at Frances in shock and anger. [16:03:18] <Frances> Req, what the hell is going on? [16:03:23] <S_K> Even if I was I would still recognize this for what it is, Miss Graye. [16:03:42] * Frances picks herself up off the ground [16:03:45] * Requiem clenches her fist and takes a deep breath, trying to quell her rage for a moment [16:04:04] <Frances> You're drunk, S_K, and you never liked me. I know you don't like Req either. [16:04:09] <Frances> "Aberrants" Bah. [16:04:21] <Frances> But if you don't like me seeing her, well [16:04:31] <Frances> Making up stories like this and- and- [16:04:42] <Frances> and ASSAULTING me, for no reason- I... [16:04:57] <Frances> Req, why are you looking at me like that? [16:05:14] * Frances steps back from Req slightly [16:05:22] <Requiem> She's... telling the truth. There was an Auditor here. And you spoke to her. [16:05:58] <Frances> No... there wasn't. We were sitting here having tea, and then S_K here decided to interrupt. [16:06:17] <Frances> I should know. I was there. [16:06:43] <Requiem> And so was I. And so was that Auditor. She stood right there. How can you not remember...? [16:06:53] <S_K> This is a pathetic attempt at a lie. I may be blind in one eye but that doesn't make me blind entirely. [16:06:59] <Frances> Remember what? Are you BOTH drunk? [16:07:20] <Frances> There was nothing there! It hasn't even been five minutes since we sat down! [16:08:07] <Frances> If this is some ridiculous idea of payback, Req... [16:08:24] <Frances> I'm sorry I ran off, but this isn't the right way to go about getting back at me. [16:08:28] <Frances> It's not funny. [16:08:54] <Requiem> This isn't a joke! And it's been far longer than five minutes. [16:09:26] <Frances> Stop it! You're genuinely beginning to frighten me, Req. [16:09:38] <S_K> Your sense of humour displeases me greatly, Miss Graye. If this isn't humour then it's greatly- [16:09:49] <S_K> disrespectful towards me. [16:10:16] <Frances> Humor?? Do I appear to be laughing, S_K? [16:10:57] <S_K> Don't expect a Ward to understand humour, Miss Graye... It doesn't end well, especially not for you. [16:11:39] <Requiem> Shut up! Both of you! No one is playing a game here. [16:12:19] <Requiem> This is....This is serious. [16:12:54] * Frances is at a total loss for words, staring at them both with a mixture of rage and confusion [16:13:40] <Requiem> S_K, she was completely unresponsive to me when that Auditor was here. She just stared ahead blankly [16:13:56] <Frances> What the hell are you- [16:14:20] <Frances> I- I can't believe this. [16:14:24] * S_K's angry expression drops and is immediately replaced with worry. Her skin pales even further. [16:15:09] <S_K> If what you're saying is true, Requiem... [16:16:06] <S_K> There are plenty of reasons why anyone should be afraid of Auditors... [16:16:26] <S_K> Miss Graye was being controlled by her, it seems... The blank stare, unresponsive to anyone but the Auditor... It fits descriptions I've heard... I don't know if they're accurate... [16:16:36] <Frances> Excuse me? [16:17:44] <S_K> Th-.. They get into your head... They focus your brain only on their face and voice... [16:18:09] * S_K starts to get a dry mouth, the pace of her breath increasing by sheer fear. [16:18:13] * Frances goes silent, listening [16:20:44] <Frances> W-wait [16:20:58] <Frances> I've heard of something... similar. [16:22:29] <Frances> Just a story, though. They claimed that Auditors were capable of reading one's mind, or their dreams [16:22:53] <Frances> I looked into it myself. There's no technology capable... [16:23:04] <Frances> This is ridiculous. [16:23:16] <S_K> Miss Graye... [16:23:44] <S_K> These are Auditors we are talking about. The men and women who have even the most powerful of Facilitators and Generals in the palm of their hand at the flick of a finger. [16:24:46] <Frances> I know what an Auditor is, S_K. Believe me. I know better than anyone alive. [16:25:04] <Frances> If they had that kind of ability, they wouldn't need to- [16:25:16] <S_K> Then you should know better than to throw the word 'ridiculous' in the same sentence as Auditor. [16:25:55] * Frances glowers, but does not offer a retort [16:26:44] <Frances> As much as I hate to say it, I seem to have no choice but to assume this is a possibility. [16:26:51] <Frances> However ludicrous it may be. [16:27:23] <Frances> You both saw something, and while you, S_K, may not be my most trusted companion, Req...is. [16:27:48] * Frances turns her gaze to Req, sorrow in her eyes [16:27:58] <Frances> You would not lie to me. [16:28:00] <S_K> You may accuse me of many things, Miss Graye, but lying is not one of them. [16:28:22] <Requiem> No, I wouldn't. Not about something like this... [16:29:05] <Frances> In that case, something must be done. Assuming the cause of this lies with me. [16:30:18] <Frances> If it is technology, it can be broken. If it is arcane, it can be dispelled. If it is... [16:30:32] <Frances> ...psychological. It can be undone. Perhaps. [16:31:13] <Frances> Don't forget that we have a great deal of resources newly at our disposal, S_K. [16:32:02] <S_K> The problem must be narrowed... We cannot waste time with technology if the problem lies with the - [16:32:27] <S_K> Aber-... Magically inclined people. We know too little but yes... We have time and resources. [16:32:33] <Frances> If the Auditor you and the others have seen is truly manipulating me, it must be removed. [16:32:42] <Frances> I do not care by what means. [16:32:53] <Frances> Auditors are not perfect, nor are they immortal. [16:33:41] <Frances> They do make mistakes. It's the only reason I still live. [16:34:30] <S_K> Or the Auditor believes she has so much control over you she is playing a game... [16:34:59] <Frances> It hardly matters, S_K. When Auditors play games, people die. [16:35:06] <Frances> I will not be a pawn. [16:35:34] <Frances> I suggest we return to someplace secure. And I also suggest that both of you keep watch on me until such time as a solution is discovered. [16:35:59] <Frances> Hallucination or not, this must not happen again. [16:36:06] <S_K> Remain in pi-TEC for the time being... I must put you under house arrest once more. [16:36:21] * Frances curls her lip over her teeth [16:36:36] <Frances> Would that I could object. [16:36:51] <S_K> It is for our own safety. [16:37:09] <Requiem> I... I'll go with you. Back to pi-TEC... [16:37:23] <S_K> I recognize that you are in need of friendly companionship at times... I will not stop Req- [16:37:49] <Requiem> You won't be able to look after her on your own anyways. [16:37:56] * S_K nods briefly at the suggestion. [16:38:00] <Frances> I'm afraid she's correct... [16:38:52] <S_K> For now it's our only choice... Let's go in case she returns... [16:39:47] <Requiem> I'll need to get my things from Katton. We should stay there for the night. Just to be safe. [16:40:03] <Requiem> We don't want her to follow us back to pi-TEC [16:41:14] <Frances> After you...

[14:54:50] * Frances and S_K stop to rest on the road, just outside of Katton. [14:55:09] * Frances holds a small piece of paper in one hand, reading over it again. A telegram. [14:55:36] <Frances> Okay... I think perhaps we should split up here. I know you have your own reasons for being here... [14:55:48] * S_K eyes the paper briefly, her gaze moving over to the faint sight of cherry trees in the distance. [14:55:48] <Frances> ...and I hardly think Req was expecting you when she sent this invitation [14:56:19] * Frances folds the telegram in half and places it in her pocket [14:56:22] <S_K> I have no intention of disturbing you on your day out... It's merely convenient for me to accompany you. They are in possession of goods I see as mine. My contract with Cain is void. I will simply return to take what is mine. [14:56:56] * Frances nods [14:57:12] <Frances> Well, like I said before, we could use the supplies. [14:57:43] <Frances> Godspeed, S_K. I can only hope my mission is as successful as yours is sure to be [14:57:58] <Frances> "A nice evening out. Tea and cake." [14:58:11] <S_K> Enjoy this, Miss Graye. [14:58:15] * Frances wipes a hand over her face [14:58:25] <S_K> You have earned a nice day after all we've been through. [14:58:29] <Frances> I'll try. I'm just...tense. [14:58:45] <Frances> Alright. See you on the other side [14:58:56] <S_K> I'll see you back at pi-TEC. [14:59:19] * Frances walks off towards the clearing indicated in the telegram, visibly trying to relax [14:59:23] * S_K turns away from Frances and walks towards Katton. [15:00:01] * Requiem waits patiently, blanket and food set out in preparation for Frances's arrival [15:00:18] * As the pair split ways, a very different gaze watches them go* [15:01:03] * Frances steps off the road, into the clearing, and smiles when she sees Req seated on the blankets [15:02:10] <Frances> Ah, this is a lovely setup! [15:02:26] * Requiem smiles at the sound of Frances's voice, turning towards her [15:02:39] <Requiem> You came. I'm glad. I wasn't sure... [15:03:01] <Frances> Of course I came. How could I not...? [15:03:21] <Frances> Mmm, what ever you brought in that basket smells amazing [15:03:40] * Frances seats herself on the blanket, facing Req, and accepts the cup of tea offered to her [15:04:05] <Requiem> Something you'll have to thank Egg for. You know I can't cook anything edible. [15:05:49] * There is a faint crush of dried leaves, from the deeper shadows behind Frances- [15:06:07] <Auditor> Well now. This is an... idyllic scene [15:07:13] * Frances turns at the sound of the voice, and freezes [15:07:40] * Requiem looks past Frances at the half-hidden figure in the trees [15:07:45] * Auditor steps out into the clearing, hands clasped neatly behind her back, her attention fixed on Frances [15:08:06] <Auditor> Ms Graye. Reports of your demise seem to have been considerably exaggerated [15:08:30] <Auditor> and *distinctly* over-emphasized [15:09:05] * Frances stands up to face the Auditor, staring ahead blankly [15:09:17] * S_K walks down the road, faintly hearing Cel and Frances converse. At the sound of another, far more threatening voice she stops in her tracks and returns to see a third person havin joined the picnic. [15:10:25] <Frances> Yhh...Yes, Auditor. [15:10:30] * Auditor moves forward further, her eyes not leaving Frances' face [15:11:26] <Auditor> Here I was, Ms Graye. Wondering where you might have been. What you might have found. [15:11:33] * Requiem stands and steps behind Frances [15:11:42] <Auditor> What information you might have located. [15:11:42] <Requiem> Frances, who is this....? [15:12:27] * Frances seems not to notice Requiem, still staring glassily at the Auditor. Not meeting her eyes. [15:12:53] <Frances> I have...nothing to report, Auditor. [15:13:06] <Auditor> Really. [15:13:09] <Frances> The target remains evasive, Auditor. [15:13:42] * Auditor's eyes flick towards Req, for a moment, then down to the picnic [15:14:03] <Frances> I have been held at bay at every attempt. My efforts will increase, Auditor. [15:14:31] <Auditor> Tea and cake is a very peculiar way of being held at *bay* [15:14:33] * Requiem looks between Frances and the Auditor with ever-growing concern [15:15:03] * Frances remains silent [15:15:12] <Auditor> I was under an impression that you had suffered physical impairment - but [15:15:21] <Auditor> Someone seems to have given you a hand, there [15:15:43] <Requiem> I'm sorry, but who are you? [15:16:29] <Requiem> Frances, do you want to explain what's going on right now? [15:16:54] * Auditor glances at Req, and her eyes narrow slightly. [15:17:02] * Requiem nudges Frances but gets no response [15:17:07] <Auditor> Subject 18. A veritable reunion... [15:17:23] * Requiem freezes [15:17:49] <Auditor> of wasted potentials. [15:18:52] <Auditor> Your efforts, Ms Graye, are pathetic, and your justifications more so [15:19:43] * Frances shudders, as if struck. Then slowly returns to her stance of attention [15:19:47] <Auditor> I give you a simple task. Find. Report. *Ants* manage this. [15:21:04] <Auditor> Finding a picnic does not count [15:21:13] <Frances> I-will redouble my efforts, Auditor. I must not fail you again. [15:21:59] <Frances> I-I must regain access to the Silo. I must return to the target's side. [15:22:09] <Frances> I must watch her. And report. [15:22:27] <Auditor> No. [15:22:32] <Frances> I must- [15:24:37] <Auditor> Cramming another incompetent resource into that tomb is a poor use of whatever value you may retain. [15:24:51] <Frances> ....Yes, Auditor. [15:24:55] <Auditor> even as fuel [15:25:33] * Auditor looks around, very obviously, and pauses in the direction of Katton [15:25:46] * Requiem looks to Frances helplessly, too terrified to react any more [15:26:43] <Auditor> However [15:27:01] <Auditor> My resources are... limited. [15:27:50] * Auditor steps forward again and reaches out, plucking the folded paper from Frances' pocket [15:28:03] * Frances does not react [15:28:11] * Requiem grabs Frances's arm and pulls her back [15:28:17] <Requiem> D-Don't touch her. [15:28:19] <Auditor> I am currently loathe to waste any options [15:29:27] * Auditor folds the paper quickly, into a long v, and pulls a small black pouch from her pocket [15:29:47] * Auditor glances at Req again [15:30:11] <Auditor> -one eyebrow arches, slightly- [15:31:05] * Auditor tips a small amount of dark material into the paper, and begins to roll the cigarette [15:31:12] * Requiem scowls back, though it's hardly intimidating while her hands shake [15:31:40] <Auditor> Your file needs updating, Subject 18 [15:31:49] <Auditor> ...many of them do [15:32:18] * Auditor finishes the cigarette and holds it up, looking over it at Frances [15:33:08] <Auditor> Perhaps you could manage *that*, at least. [15:35:20] <Auditor> You will report, Ms Graye. When I tell you. Everything I ask, with no more excuses. [15:35:40] <Frances> Yes. Auditor. [15:36:15] * Auditor opens her teeth, and bites down hard on the end of the cigarette as she lights it [15:36:27] * Her voice continues, uninterrupted, as she leans in, closing the space between them sharply- [15:37:32] <Auditor> And as a general note, Ms Graye? [15:37:32] * Requiem backs away slightly, but still holds tightly to Frances's arm [15:38:05] <Auditor> Red only works as camouflage under very specific circumstances [15:38:12] <Frances> ..... [15:38:18] <Frances> ...Yes, Auditor. [15:38:52] * The cigarette flares, suddenly bright, and smoke pours out from between her tombstone teeth [15:39:43] <Auditor> Do not fail me in *this*, Frances

[14:42:36] * S_K stands within the cold concrete walls of an old missile silo, her weighted shoes tap upon the metallic floor in impatience. She takes the radio from out of her pocket once more, twirling it in her hands. She looks to the side at Frances. [14:43:32] <S_K> Do you think he'll come? [14:43:39] * Frances stands with her hands clasped behind her back. Reading glasses perched on her nose [14:44:10] <Frances> I think he's cocky enough, yes. But really, who can say? Such an unreliable character.... [14:44:21] <Frances> Well, I certainly won't place any bets [14:44:59] <S_K> There is little of worth he brought with him. I hope he is clever enough not to waste my time. [14:45:45] * Frances makes a skeptical sound [14:46:44] * S_K moves the radio face up again, her finger brushing over the button. [14:47:46] * Cain tilts his head into the decaying, dim building, one glove resting at the opening [14:47:53] <Cain> H-hello..? [14:48:30] * S_K looks up as she hears the doors opening, her lip raises in disgust at the sound of his voice. [14:48:43] <S_K> We're a tier below the surface, Cain. Join us, if you please. [14:49:08] * Cain moves near-blindly down the stairwell, sandals thudding one step at a time [14:49:15] <Cain> On... my... way.... [14:49:36] * Cain paws for the door release, eventually stepping out into the brighter lower tier [14:49:51] * Frances regards Cain with apparent indifference [14:50:03] * S_K pockets the radio again and straightens as she finally casts her eyes on him. [14:50:18] <S_K> You certainly took your time. Please waste mine no longer. This will be brief. [14:50:47] * Cain grimaces, out in the slight light of the room [14:51:02] <Cain> I'm sorry if co-ordinates out of nowhere take a little time... [14:51:11] <S_K> I assume you have a faint idea of why I called you on the radio? [14:51:28] <Cain> Feel free to give me more of one, facilitator [14:51:43] * Cain uses the term routinely, barely even spitefully any more [14:52:06] * S_K ignores his remarks and simply looks at him, her face devoid of any emotion. [14:52:17] * Cain folds his arms restlessly [14:52:32] <S_K> Efficiency and effectiveness are keywords to my modus operandi. Anyone unable to match this is better removed from my presence... Just as dead horses are from a carriage. [14:53:23] <S_K> I have cringed often enough at your mistakes and failures, I have suffered through your pathetic attention span and with the slap in the face that was your outrageous disobedience over a bucket of metal, bolts, and some computer chips your faith has been decided for you. [14:54:10] * Cain frowns a little bit, clearly trying to stay composed [14:54:41] <S_K> The Deserters are not a place for you. I am through looking out for deadweight. I have granted you a roof, sustenance, companionship and the possibility of revenge. You took it and had only succeeded in adding more deadweight to our cause. [14:55:53] <S_K> I believe this message is clear enough for you to process? [14:56:16] <Cain> I left. I'm living someplace else, facilitator. [14:56:20] <Cain> Not. Underground. [14:56:32] * Cain frowns a little more, digging teeth into his bottom lip [14:56:36] <Cain> Was. That. It. [14:56:42] <S_K> My apologies for only trying to look out for you, little Ward. [14:56:59] * Frances clears her throat [14:57:02] <Cain> You think I'm a Ward? After all that... [14:57:06] <S_K> Perhaps it was offensive and demeaning of me towards you to take you in like a stray puppy. [14:57:15] * Cain's eyes flick to Frances for the first time [14:57:18] <S_K> Fringeward, at most, Cain. [14:57:20] <Frances> Now, S_K. Let's not go calling our friend here a "Ward" [14:57:40] <Frances> You know full well how composed and thorough a Ward is. Unrelenting. Faithful. [14:58:05] <Frances> I'm sure a more appropriate title can be found... [14:58:10] <S_K> He shows none of the characteristics usually ingrained in a Ward. He claimed the title of K_N. [14:58:29] * Cain growls, reaching for his needle-rifle [14:58:32] <Cain> Earned. [14:58:38] <Frances> I do believe that is a crime punishable by death, my dear Cain. [14:58:49] <S_K> You be careful with that gun. [14:59:00] <Frances> Wouldn't want to hurt yourself. [14:59:04] <S_K> We all know what happened last time. Perhaps this time your neck will not be as resiliant. [14:59:25] * Cain holds the rifle up, out in the open [14:59:34] * Frances flicks her tongue over her lips, hungrily. Breaking her composure only momentarily [14:59:52] * Cain is still unsteady, but he grips the trigger tighter [15:00:01] <Frances> Oh, please. [15:00:01] <S_K> You are worthless, Cain. Unfit for life without the aid of something or someone. [15:00:19] <Cain> I... wanted the State gone. -he flinches- Want. [15:00:32] <Cain> You just want a State with you at the head, facilitator... [15:00:37] * Cain growls [15:00:54] <Frances> Well, Cain. You have been invited to leave [15:01:00] <Cain> I am. Leaving. [15:01:01] <Frances> So really this isn't your concern [15:01:02] <S_K> It will certainly be amusing to see you attempt this feat on your own. [15:01:24] <Cain> And the two of you, and your puppy, work better? [15:01:47] <Cain> I am NOT... alone. [15:01:47] <S_K> We have made progress where you have created distractions and issues, Cain. [15:01:52] <S_K> This is a fact, face it. [15:01:53] <Frances> Better than nothing at all is still better. [15:02:05] <Frances> I'd say we're better off. [15:02:48] <S_K> We have no use for someone who can not discern metal and programming for flesh. [15:03:09] <Cain> Use. That's funny. True, too. [15:03:17] * Cain steps forward a few paces [15:03:32] <Cain> Are you done packing? Kaja wanted you gone. [15:03:36] * S_K straightens up against his steps. [15:03:41] * Cain looks around in the gloom. [15:03:44] <S_K> I believe we are no longer in Katton, Cain. [15:03:48] <Cain> Is this 91 2.0? [15:04:22] <S_K> You should thank Katton, Cain... If not for them you'd have been strung up on a tree, rotting until your bones slipped from your bloated skin. It's them that have saved you, once again. [15:04:30] <Frances> Now, S_K [15:04:38] <Frances> I think perhaps you've had enough. [15:04:59] * Frances pats the shaking older woman on the back, almost reassuringly [15:05:05] <S_K> Return to them and kiss their feet until your lips are sore and bleeding and then continue until the rest of your pitiful life for it is the only thing you'll ever achieve. [15:05:05] <Cain> A-alright. My friends saved my ass. [15:05:09] <Cain> Not for the first time. [15:05:13] <Cain> ...Fine. [15:05:16] * Frances shoots a look at Cain [15:05:26] <Cain> Who is saving you from a needle to the face, facilitator? [15:05:33] <Frances> I think perhaps you should get some fresh air, S_K. Clear your head. [15:05:34] * S_K makes a disgusted sound as she glances at Frances at her side. [15:05:39] <Frances> Cain, do calm down. [15:05:40] <S_K> I'll take my leave. [15:05:47] <Frances> We really are not here to fight. [15:05:48] <S_K> You have made me physically ill, little fly. [15:05:55] * Cain smiles [15:06:04] <Cain> I hope this is the last I see of you, out of a scope. [15:06:10] * Frances makes to follow S_K, but stops at the door. Closes it with a click [15:06:10] <Cain> Goodbye, S_K. [15:06:11] * S_K walks past Cain, eyes narrowing as she passes him and leaves the silo. [15:06:26] <Frances> Now that we have a moment alone... [15:06:28] * Cain is left facing the taller, robotically-enhanced scary lady [15:06:36] <Frances> I did actually wish to speak with you [15:06:44] <Cain> I... figured. [15:06:56] * Cain lowers his rifle slowly [15:07:27] <Frances> You know, I don't really buy into her whole "New State" malarkey. It's not in my best interest... [15:08:26] <Cain> I'd comment if I figured I'd get an answer 'bout what that interest is... [15:08:41] <Frances> We could have been such allies, Cain. Friends, even. [15:08:52] <Frances> It really is a shame... [15:09:07] * Frances turns, expression solemn [15:09:22] <Cain> Frances... When we met. [15:09:32] <Cain> I uh, kinda guessed we wouldn't be pals. [15:09:59] <Cain> I'm... still sorry for how /that/ panned out. [15:10:10] * Cain looks guilty for a second, but his expression steadies [15:10:10] <Frances> "Pals." No, I rather think not. But you know what would make me feel much better? [15:10:25] * Cain drops his rifle [15:10:34] <Cain> Yeah. Thought about that on the walk over. [15:11:37] * Frances removes her glasses and folds them, placing them in her waistcoat pocket [15:11:52] * Cain shivers a little bit in his thickened gloves [15:12:22] <Frances> What would really, really help me, Cain... [15:12:46] * Frances kicks the rifle off the silo walkway, sending it clattering down into the darkness.... [15:13:01] * Cain watches it go, almost sadly [15:13:04] <Frances> Beg for my forgiveness, Cain. [15:13:13] * Frances speaks casually. Quietly [15:13:31] <Frances> Beg. [15:13:52] * Cain watches her, adjusting the scarf around his neck gently [15:14:21] <Cain> ...I'm sorry. -he says softly- [15:14:24] * Frances's grave expression suddenly turns to a manic, vicious grin [15:15:00] * Frances lashes out, grabbing Cain by the scarf and slamming him into the railing [15:15:23] * Cain gives a harsh grunt, one hand swinging up to grip the mechanical appendage [15:15:26] <Frances> I said...BEG. [15:15:47] <Cain> I... heard... gaarghh.... -he retches a little bit- [15:16:25] * Cain rests his other hand on the railing, trying to stay stable [15:17:06] * Frances presses him back into the creaking railing, over the long drop down the Silo shaft [15:17:40] * Cain throws his fist backward from the railing, against his aggressor [15:18:37] * Frances laughs, teeth still bared in an animalistic grin [15:19:19] * Cain groans, his body shaking beneath her grip [15:19:26] <Cain> G-GET [15:19:38] <Frances> Perhaps some real....ghh....PAYBACK...is in order, hmmm, Cain? [15:19:45] <Frances> I may just be able to FORGIVE you, then! [15:19:55] * Cain's palm womps into her face roughly, trying to scramble from her grip [15:20:22] * Frances snarls as the hit connects, but is otherwise unfazed [15:20:58] * Frances grabs his shoulder roughly with her other hand, unsheathed claws sinking into flesh [15:21:09] <Frances> Perhaps... you would like to know how it feels.... [15:21:16] * Cain throws his head back in a harsh, high-pitched yell [15:21:34] * Cain kicks back into her legs, trying to release himself [15:21:58] * Frances staggers backward, pulling him away from the railing [15:22:41] * Frances drops him to the ground, claws tearing free from his shoulder [15:23:13] * Cain falls forward, vision flashing, one hand scrambling back to put pressure on the wound [15:23:32] * Frances steadies herself, still grinning madly. As much in rage as in glee [15:24:16] * Cain attempts to stand, one hand still pinned to the leaking shoulder opening [15:24:22] * Frances shoves him onto his back with a savage kick, placing her heel on his throat [15:24:35] <Frances> I would love to kill you now, Cain. Ohh~ [15:25:07] * Cain gives a harsh groan, both hands snapping from him to focus on keeping her leg up [15:25:20] <Cain> D-don't..! [15:25:44] <Frances> Fear not, my dear friend! [15:25:50] * Frances presses harder into his throat [15:26:03] <Cain> Get of- argharff..! [15:26:18] * Cain begins coughing and retching, his hands barely keeping his throat clear [15:26:29] <Frances> I happen to be a firm believer in fairness in battle. Killing you would be terribly uncouth [15:27:11] * Cain blinks back tears, kicking the floor roughly [15:27:17] * Frances leans down to him, kneeling so that her face is mere inches from his [15:27:24] * Cain throws his legs up into her, choking loudly [15:28:48] * Frances is knocked back somewhat, but not enough to remove her weight from his chest [15:29:30] * Cain groans, barely conscious, Frances sat above him slowly growing dimmer [15:29:36] <Frances> Yes, struggle, Cain. Wouldn't want to be boring, now would we? [15:30:15] * Cain raises a hand up, weakly resting it on her shoulder [15:30:17] * Frances grabs his face with one hand, squishing his cheeks [15:30:29] * Cain's breath comes in gently whines, trying to pull her arm back [15:30:53] <Frances> I do hope we meet again some day, Cain. Perhaps you will have learned your lesson, then [15:31:38] * Cain finally gives an awkward little growl, his breath slowing as he loses consciousness [15:31:41] * Frances bashes his head savagely against the metal floor, knocking him out cold [15:32:40] * Cain falls back, his body spread and limp [15:32:53] * Frances picks herself up, rubbing at her bruised jaw with one hand. The other hand drips red [15:33:33] * Frances examines her bloodied fingers momentarily, raising it to her lips [15:34:12] * Frances sucks the blood from her fingers one by one. She regards Cain's body passively [15:34:33] * Frances bends to wipe her hand on his shirt [15:34:52] <Frances> Thank you, Cain. I think I forgive you now. [15:35:23] * Frances takes her glasses from her pocket and assesses them for damage before replacing them on her nose [15:47:36] * Frances steps into the fresh air outside the missile silo a few minutes later, spotting S_K [15:48:05] <Frances> Feeling better, I hope. [15:48:14] * S_K turns as she hears footsteps approaching her. [15:48:40] <S_K> I have a certain want for certain actions... [15:48:55] * S_K regards the bloodstains splattered all over Frances, she sighs softly. [15:49:06] <S_K> Please follow me back inside. [15:49:23] * Frances grins sheepishly [15:49:41] * S_K brushes past Frances as she walks back inside, through the doors and sees the scene Frances left [15:50:11] * S_K glances down at the unconscious body, her face neutral as ever. She approaches him, her shoe placed upon his face to force it to look onto her. [15:50:45] <S_K> I believe this has created a sense of euphoria within you, no? [15:51:14] <Frances> If you mean "Did I Enjoy This?", the answer is yes. [15:51:29] <S_K> I won't lie, seeing this maggot seep his juices into the floor is a sight I very much admire... [15:51:47] <Frances> What's the problem, exactly? He's still alive. [15:51:53] <S_K> But it was not the best course of action, Miss Graye. [15:52:07] <Frances> Debatable. [15:52:30] <S_K> I have stopped regarding you as a captive or a subordinate, you dislike this. I am for efficiency. [15:52:45] <S_K> However I feel like I must address this... [15:53:33] <S_K> I would have no qualms with his death, it is my firm belief to tie up loose ends even. [15:53:48] * Cain gives a tiny groan, blooming blood seeping into his red vest [15:54:05] <S_K> But… He has been accepted by Katton as one of his own. I have no need for another faction to organize a manhunt on myself. Especially not when plant-like aliens, winged creatures, and nosy, nosy girls are the majority of the group. [15:55:12] <S_K> Do you understand, Miss Graye? [15:55:22] * Frances crosses her arms and huffs [15:55:52] <Frances> You may be right, but I'm afraid I am still not sorry. [15:55:59] <S_K> We benefit from each other at the moment, Miss Graye. [15:56:23] <S_K> I allow you your freedom and you allow me mine. But I advise you not to test my patience. [15:57:13] <S_K> You have proven to be effective and efficient, do not foolishly create issues for no reason other than temporary pleasure. [15:57:28] <Frances> S_K, I am willing to work under you. However, you must realize that you must not test me either. [15:57:40] <Frances> I would not like us to be enemies again. [15:58:21] <Frances> You have much to answer for, yourself. [15:58:40] <S_K> And that being? [15:59:05] <Frances> Do you really need to ask? [15:59:15] <Frances> ...Perhaps another time [15:59:21] <S_K> My slate is not clean, I realise this. [15:59:35] <Frances> This fool is already waking up. We should leave before he calls his friends [15:59:50] <S_K> Perhaps for the best. [16:00:09] <S_K> For now let's hope it will serve as a warning, if anything. [16:01:11] * Frances looks at the groaning Cain momentarily [16:01:28] * S_K turns towards Cain again, nudging against his shoulder to move him as far away from the ledge as possible. [16:01:29] <Frances> Don't make me regret letting you live, mister. [16:01:51] * Cain's lips are parted, breathing slowly, shakily [16:01:59] <S_K> Stay out of our way, inconsequential fringe-creature, and you will not be trampled. [16:02:11] * S_K turns away from Cain, leaving him, bleeding, on the floor. [16:02:26] <Frances> No need to be mean, S_K, goodness... [16:02:37] * Frances follows S_K out