#inocencio

bitty hawke: > Inocencio arrives at Millennium park, at the place that has been requested of him.

resident gay furry: > Mason is walking, of course, but probably left a while ago, so not too much of a wait. As the Park is in sight, they switch to thermal vision, looking around for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing so far, so they keep walking. As they approach the location agreed on, they switch out of thermal vision. They don't know what Ino looks like, so they figure that he'll approach them when/if he arrives.

bitty hawke: > Inocencio sees Mason approaching, and watches them for just a moment or two. Then, he moves towards them, slow, cautious, casual. He knows that he is at risk meeting this person here, and at risk meeting in public as well. He glances around the area, slightly nervous. He also knows that he should be nervous around Mason, as well, if he doesn’t prove to be trustworthy.

“... Hello.”

resident gay furry: > Mason turns their head at the greeting, looking down at Inocencio. Their expression is stern and emotionless.

"Hey. You're Inocencio, yeah?"

bitty hawke: “Yes.”

> Inocencio is nervous, but it doesn’t show on his face. Nearly nothing shows on his face except a conversational smile. He puts one hand into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

“I hope you do not mind, I want to wait a moment before doing anything, in case there are watching eyes. Would you like a smoke?”

resident gay furry: > Mason looks Inocencio over. The glowing orange of Mason's eyes seems to shimmer for a brief moment, the way heat shimmers over a fire, as they switch to and from thermal vision. It's hardly noticeable unless you know to look for it, though.

> They look at the package of cigarettes.

"Mm. Sure."

bitty hawke: > Inocencio holds the entire pack out at Mason, watching his actions and movements carefully. He notices Mason looking him over, but hopes that it was out of attraction and not for any other reason.

“This is yours. As promised.”

resident gay furry:  > Mason nods to him, taking the package.

"Ah, thank you."

> They take out a cigarette and put it in their mouth. It seems to light almost immediately. They take a drag, then exhale, the smoke coming from their mouth probably only adding to their naturally demonic appearance. They hold the open package out to Inocencio, offering him a cig.

bitty hawke:  > Inocencio pulls out another pack from his other pocket.

“No need to re-gift, I have my own.”

> Inocencio has to admit, he finds Mason weirdly hot. He takes in a glance of their appearance, shifting on his heel. He takes a cigarette of his own, then smiles a bit.

“Got a light?”

resident gay furry: > Mason shrugs and puts the cigarettes in their pocket.

"Mm."

> They look at at the cigarette that Inocencio is holding, focusing for a moment, and voila! It's lit. They think to themself that they should practice this more with other things, then take another drag of their own cigarette. Exhale.

bitty hawke:  > Inocencio takes in a breath, looking around, then gestures for Mason to follow him. He lowers his voice, low enough that only he and Mason would be able to speak, and then switches to Russian, just for good measure.

“... I want to see if they follow if attempts to leave.”

resident gay furry: > Mason raises an eyebrow, then chuckles at his instructions. They switch to Russian as well, lowering their voice.

"Your Russian is awful. But alright, I will be right behind you."

> They take a long, final drag of their cig, before putting it out on their own hand and tossing the extinguished cigarette in the nearby trashcan.

bitty hawke:  “Everyone critics.”

> Inocencio laughs a bit too, completely aware that he is terrible at Russian. He continues smoking, walking a few steps, and notices that the person they were suspicious of does move with them. He sighs, letting out a breath of smoke, not reacting much physically.

“Following us.”

resident gay furry:  "Mm? Describe them."

> Mason gets a bit tense, but tries to act otherwise normal as they follow behind Ino.

bitty hawke: “Normal size. Weak body? Perhaps mind. Careful.”

> He sighs.

“Any new language?”

resident gay furry: "That is...unhelpful."

> They think to themself for a minute.

"I don't suppose you speak Cantonese?"

bitty hawke: > Inocencio sighs softly, then blinks as a sudden tiredness sets over him. He feels... wrong. He quickly shifts to English.

"Mind-- mental-- ah."

resident gay furry: > Mason looks confused, then suddenly they feel very heavy. They recognize the sensation as a psychic attack, and they return for a moment to the apartment a mile from the facility, falling unconcious as a grinning Lara waves and they hear others coming into the room. They let themself be betrayed all over again. In an instant, they heat up as they become furious.

"You bastard. You... god damn it, Santos."

> They're not sure whether they're with Lara or Ino.

bitty hawke: > Inocencio is tired, but the name Santos brings back something in him for a moment. It’s odd, and he lifts his head to look at Mason for a moment.

“Wh.. What?”

> Inocencio is suddenly aware of people near him, and of a rising heat, of fear and panic and streets of Spain and a death of two and a family of many, and he hits the ground hard, a thump loud and barely stopped by soft dirt.

“.. That’s not my name..”

resident gay furry: > Mason finds himself back in the park. It confuses them, too much is going on at once. They're so tired.

"Wh-- You. Shit..."

> They can feel themself falling into unconsciousness as they finally piece the situation back together. Inocencio had lead them into a trap.

"Ggh. I'm gonna kill you, Inocencio. I'm gonna get out again and kill you."

bitty hawke: > Inocencio’s eyes flutter closed for a moment, then at the threat he breathes out. He laughs softly.

“I don’t know why...”

> He closes his eyes.

“... But alright...”

> He out.

resident gay furry: "Wh--"

> Why is Inocencio being captured too? Was their last thought before they fell unconscious.

bitty hawke: > It’s cold.

> That’s the first thought that hits his head as he starts to wake up, head pounding. There’s a repetitive ticking noise, playing every two seconds, a bell, something tapping the ground, a succession of things hitting the earth. There’s subtle but grating noise in the room, and it’s completely bright.

“.. Gh...”

resident gay furry: > Coincidentally, Mason's cold too. So cold. Their fingers and toes feel stiff.. They're shivering.

> Their internal temperature increases slowly as they focus their rage and fear into heat, slowly they become less numb, less sluggish. They get to their feet and put all their energy into banging into the walls of the containment unit.

> They stop for a moment to try to melt it, but it's too cold in there to focus on anything but their own body. They continue banging the walls.

bitty hawke: > Inocencio’s head is more on fire than Mason’s entire body, the light in the room too much. He curls up on the ground, groaning and shaking. When Mason starts to bang on the wall, he flinches and curls in on himself, rock forming over his body.

> He’s been a subject before, but he was a child then. Flashbacks hit him, and he wonders where these memories came from.

“Nn..oo.”

resident gay furry: > Mason screams.

"YOU'RE ALL DEAD! I'M GOING TO GET OUT AGAIN AND I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU."

> They yell something similar in Russian, then bullrush at the door...To no avail. They scream in frustration, then sit in the corner of the room. There's frost on the walls.

"I can't do this, I can't be caged again I need to get out get out get out get out."

> They hold their heads in their hands. Use your anger, focus on rage, focus focus focus focus.

bitty hawke: > Inocencio breathes in.

“Por favor, silencio.”

> Every noise is freaking him out, he feels sick, like he’s going to vomit. He wants to scream, but that’d make it worse. Each word is laced with heavy breathing.

“And I will get us... out.”

resident gay furry: > Mason recognizes the voice from the other chamber. They go over to the wall in the direction of the voice, in order to hear better.

"Inocencio? Do you guys take me for some kind of idiot? Inocencio, I swear to God if this is some fucked up bullshit gimmick to get me to trust one of your agents again, I'll rip out your throat with my bare fucking hands."

> Their voice is low and harsh. You know that weird thing that some people have where they have that quiet intimidating voice that's somehow more scary than when they're yelling? Well, that's Mason, right now. When they finish talking, they punctuate their statement with a single bang of their fist on the cold, metal wall.

bitty hawke: > Inocencio is shaking violently, and he heaves at the sudden slam of a fist to the wall. He’s not vomiting, but the gagging is loud and painful. There’s that low buzz and the tick tick tick tick and he can feel and hear everything it feels like, and the light--

“Stop.”

> Inocencio warps the metal around him, the ground tearing underneath him, and the earth literally sinks him down, so that he’s in a hole in the ground. The sound is less loud down here, and he is closer to her.

resident gay furry: > Mason punches the wall again. The more they move around, the more they can feel the room getting colder. And colder, and colder, and colder...

"Fuck you! Org or not, you're the reason I'm back here!"

> Another frustrated yell, head pressed up against that same wall. They take a deep breath. Not to kill the flames, but to stoke them.

> Idiot, you shouldn't have said anything. The psychic's gonna come back now. You'll lose your one chance before you're back where you started. Focus focus focus focus. Focus on killing them, focus on this whole place burning, focus on melting that wall, focus on everything you hate, fuel the fire. Focus on...

"Carmine."

> They exhale smoke as they say her name. It's quiet but it holds more malice than anything they've ever experienced in their life.

> They hold her in their focus, hands pressed up against the wall. Slowly, the metal heats up, the frost melts. The facility operators cool the room more, but it won't be fast enough.

bitty hawke: > Inocencio is calming down, being closer to the Earth soothes him, and migraine or not he comes from the ground. The metal comes with him, stones found in the dirt turned to sharp shards in his hand, and he stares at the wall in front of him. It’s not the same wall as Mason is melting, but there’s a reason for that.  

> It tears open, as if Inocencio is pulling away paper. There’s a hallway on the other side.

“Go.”

> He stands there for a moment, shoulders squared, and then is very dizzy. He loses his confidence, hitting the ground as vertigo hits him hard. Rock once again covers him, as if the Earth itself is attempting to protect him.

resident gay furry:  > A Mason-Sized hole melts in the wall, just as Inocencio is tearing the second hole in his cell. Mason walks through. Unknowingly, they've entered the same fiery rage-state as they did when first learning about Carmine. Their skin glows, small wisps of fire coming off of it.

> They cringe at the barrage of noise that hits them upon entering Ino's cell. They only get in in time to hear "Go" from him, then watch him sink back into the ground. They look at the ripped open cell, then at the ground where Inocencio sunk in. They sigh, smoke crawling from their mouth once again.

"Hey. Focus on my voice, asshole. Let's go, now. If you're telling the truth, you don't want to stay in there. If you're one of them, then I want to make sure you're close enough to rip your throat out later."

> Mason listens to the alarms, the lights and noise signaling that guards will be coming soon. Shaking off the rest of the cold, they draw fire into their hands, waiting for their victims at the doorway that Ino had made.

bitty hawke:  > Inocencio shakes, trying to deal with the pain. The earth retracts around him, and he stands slowly again, hissing at the alarms, but they’re not as bad as-- He finds the source of the tapping noise, a small metallic contraption, and makes sure it gets crushed by itself. Then the PA system where the agonizing buzz is coming from. He may cut a line to the alarms in the process.

“... Some damn peace and quiet...”

> He puts his head in his hands, rubbing at his eyes, which feel like they’re trying to escape his skull. Then, he looks at Mason, eyes tired and body obviously shaking. He’s a wreck.

resident gay furry: > Mason looks at Ino briefly, then makes a "Let's go" motion with their hand. Considering the methods of Ino's particular torture, they thought it better to stay quiet from this point onward.

> They step in the hallway as a guard comes down the wall. Like an Old Western shootout, they both raise their weapons to fire. Except, in this Western, the entire hallway ahead of them is enveloped in blue flames for a moment. Then the flames are gone, and the guard is dead.

> Mason switches to thermal vision. They feel a sharp pain in their shoulder, but ignores it. They move forward down the hall, stepping over the charred carcass that was once a facility guard.

bitty hawke: > Gunshot noises are the worst. The bullet goes through Mason and he stares at the mutilated body at their feet as they pass. Only minor disgust hits him, and slight sadness.

> Inocencio feels someone move behind them, and put up a wall from the floor. There’s a sound of bullets hitting metal, and he sighs. He reaches into his pockets. They took his cigarettes. Bastards.

“.... This is ridiculous...”

> He’s whispering, his eyes seeing an aura around every light source.

resident gay furry: > Mason's eyes dart around. Another guard comes around the corner in their direction. This time, Mason takes a deep breath, then breathes fire on the guard before they can open fire.

> They out of the hall into the stairway. They run up the stairs, several steps at a time, assuming that because Ino could so easily sink into Earth, that they must be underground. Every once in a while they glance behind them to check if Ino is still there.

> Mason's skinflames have caught onto their clothes by this point. Said clothes are definitely on fire.

bitty hawke:  > Inocencio doesn’t even care that Mason’s clothes are on fire, he’s far too determined to get out of here as fast as possible to even consider the soon-to-be-naked person in front of him. His hands are jittering, and then suddenly tiredness hits him all at once.

> Immediately, Inocencio searches for hints of someone heavier than the ground around them.

“Door. Behind that door. They’re waiting-- or hiding-- or--”

> He’s barely making it up the stairs at the point, but manages to stay in line with Mason regardless.

resident gay furry:  > Mason nods in response to Ino's warning. When they get to the door, they melt a hole where the locking mechanism should be, then pushes it open. Ahead of them is a single person in the hallway, standing there, smiling. Suddenly, Mason feels heavy.

" No. "

> A single, forceful word in protest. Mason quickly finds themself on the road to passing out. Instead of throwing fire, they focus all their hatred, all their drive on the psychic. In Mason's eyes, they becone Carmine, enveloped by Shadow from the neck down. She's laughing at them.

> A heat like the surface of the sun starts to burn the psychic from the inside out. Carmine laughs louder, the heat spreads, Mason's drowsiness intensifies. Then, suddenly, it's cut off. She disappears into the darkness.

bitty hawke: > Inocencio reacts the same way as Mason when he sees the psychic. He doesn’t know them, that makes it better, but still it feels wrong to do this to one of your own. Then again, he wasn’t one of their own, was he? He never was, and the realization that comes to him from that shocks him.

> He was never part of them, never killed innocents purposefully or worked on subjects in labs. Inocencio is completely caught off guard by this, and then realizes he is going to be one of the subjects in the lab.

“No!”

> A single, frantic word in protest. The fear that sets in when tiredness starts to fog his vision again causes him to react fast. Inocencio pulls spikes of metalic earth from either side of the steel wall, one through the skull, one through the neck, three through the torso.

“No.”

resident gay furry: > Snap back to reality won't give up that easy. God I died a little bit inside for that joke.

> Mason stands there, aflame, staring at the skewered psychic. Their insides, where exposed, are charred. Blood is quite literally boiling. They swallow, realizing that they'd done that. They have no qualms about killing the psychic, but that was not something they'd ever done to anybody before.

> Still full of surprises.. They look at their hands, the flames on their body dying out.

> They melt a metal spike coming from the wall to unblock the path. The body shifts position with the absence of the spike. They examine the area ahead in thermal. Three guards, a scientist, a desk clerk. They figure that the desk clerk is likely near the exit. Silently, they continue down the hallway, towards freedom once again.

bitty hawke: > Inocencio looks at the body, and tries to force numbness. It only slightly works, the panic and the pain in the other half of him. He tries to remove himself, tries to take away from it. If they taught him anything, they tried to teach him this. He swallows softly, then hard, then breathes out.

“Let me get anyone with bullets.”

> He knows that death is probably the only outcome here, as soon as they are spotted they’re going to be shot at.

resident gay furry: "Mm."

> Mason turns the corner into a wide hallway...that is immediately showered with bullets from the aformentioned 3 guards. They duck back behind the corner. The guards start walking towards the end of the hall.

> Do whatever you did back there. Focus...

> Seeing their locations through the wall with thermal vision, Mason focuses on one of the guards weapons. After a short period of Intense Wall Staring, the gun explodes in the guard's hand.

> That's one down. Mason's head starts to hurt. This is more than they've ever been able to do without contact, as far as they can remember. It's exhausting. The guards are mid-way through the hall, now. Death by bullets is only moments away.

bitty hawke: > Bullets shoot towards them and Inocencio is prepared for them, they stop in the air and drop to the ground, making small bell-like noises. Inocencio picks them up again in one hand, then tosses them up, twirling them in the air as if he’s playing with a toy.

> Then, he shoots them, full speed and suddenly sharp-pointed, back at the other two guards. One hits one in the stomach, the other in the throat. He tries not to react to the fear in his throat, the fact that he is killing people who may just be as brainwashed as him.

resident gay furry: > The pain in Mason's arm is gradually intensifying. Paired with this new headache, they're not having a good time.

"...Thanks."

> Mason turns into the hall, and starts walking forward. They pick up one of the discarded guns off of the dead guards as they go.

> The final victim, a scientist, is hiding in a lab in this hall. They look around with thermal, then turn into one of the small lab rooms. The scientist cowers behind a desk, Mason kicks it over. They press the barrel of the gun to their head.

"Do svidaniya."

> Dead. Now all that's left is to leave.

bitty hawke: > Inocencio has seen facilities like this one, and turns to the door. There’s a security clearance on it, and he sighs. He knows what this kind of security clearance means, and groans. He turns to the desk clerk, and the desk clerk flinches.

“Door. Before it is opened by force.”

> The desk clerk nods, getting up and going to the door, scanning their eyeball. The door opens.

“Good. Get out of our way.”

resident gay furry: > Mason tosses the gun to the side and goes back into the hall. They take the pants uniform off of the larger of the dead guards, to replace their clothes that had mostly burned away at this point. They're a bit short, but they're decent enough to go back outside, which is all that matters.

> They walk down the hallway into the front room, setting the path aflame behind them. Their head pounds, their shoulder stings and aches, but they ignore it. They have to get home again. This time, there's actually somebody waiting on the outside.

bitty hawke: > The clerk moves out of the way, and Inocencio turns to leave, and-- Suddenly, he’s bleeding. He sees the blood before he feels it coming from him, and he realizes then that he’s been shot in the arm, the upper arm. Another bullet fires, and he drops it to the ground.

“Mier--”

Inocencio turns around, and the desk clerk is running at him, and they slam him into the wall, head first. One hand goes to his throat, and stab wound to the stomach wasn’t really on his agenda today.

“-- Ghck.”

> He looks down, and it’s not that long of a knife, but it’s definitely a knife.

resident gay furry: > Mason turns in just in time to see the clerk stab Inocencio. They frown. And here I thought we weren't gonna have to kill them. Ugh.

> Mason runs towards the clerk, surprisingly fast for somebody their size. (At least the experiments did something right.) Mason's grab the person, their hand enveloping their neck, nails digging into the skin. They pull the clerk away from Ino.

> Mason holds the clerk by the neck at arm's length. The clerk raises the knife to stab them as well, but Mason sees it coming, deflecting it with their other hand and disarming them. They then pull the clerk closer, reeling their head back. Mason swiftly headbutts the clerk, horns and all, square in the face. The single action leaves the clerk's face mangled already, but they keep going.

> When the clerk stops moving, Mason drop them to the ground. Dark red blood runs down their face. They take a deep breath, wiping their face off with their hand, and shaking it off. They take the outer shirt off the clerk's body, tear it into strips, then goes over and hands the strips to Ino.

"You need to tie up your wounds."

> They motion with their head to where he was shot and stabbed.

bitty hawke: > The spectacle of Mason headbutting someone to death is alarming, horrifying, and impressive. Inocencio breathes in, then laughs breathlessly and smiles.

“Remind me not to intentionally get on your bad side...”

> He’s felt worse, been stabbed worse, shot worse, beat worse, but the stab wound is still prominent. He winces, taking the strips and tourniqueting the damage caused to his body, then, he looks up at Mason, at the blood. He looks around, grabbing another part of the shirt of the same clerk and offering it to Mason.  

“Your own, too.”

resident gay furry: > Mason smirks at the not getting on their bad side comment. They watch as Ino fixes his wounds. They briefly have a look of confusion as Inocencio offers them a strip of cloth, then remembers the pain arcing from their shoulder.

"Oh, thank you."

> Mason glances at the source of the pain as they take the cloth. Suddenly, the pain seems to intensify tenfold, as if acknowledging the wound somehow made it worse. They tourniquet the wound, then take a deep breath, trying to block out any and all physical pain as much as possible. They turn towards the exit, which had been opened for them by the now-dead clerk.

"Let's go."

> There's a crashing noise behind them as the fire spreads and damages the structure of that section of the building.

bitty hawke: > A nod. He grips his stomach, each breath kind of hurting but not as much as it could. He doesn't think there's any significant damage, but he'll be making a trip to the healer nontheless. He doesn't tend to like to use healing, likes to tough it out, but if he's got anything ruptured, it'd be a good idea.

"I agree, it's stuffy in here. I think someone is overcooking something in the kitchen?"

> At least nothing like vein was cut through, he'd be dead. The clerk obviously wasn't trained well. He can't get off the whole headbutting a guy to death thing, though.

resident gay furry: > Mason chuckles and goes out through the door. The cement sidewalk is cold and rough on their bare feet. They look around at the buildings and streets, now in normal vision, trying to figure out where they are.

"Mm. I don't think they took us very far. We're still downtown, more or less."

> Somebody stares at Mason as they walk by on the side walk. Mason glares at them, demonic eyes aglow, and they speed up.

bitty hawke: > Inocencio nods in understanding, biting his lip lightly. He's hurting, claw and bite marks plus the wounds from being attacked both mixing to make walking slightly difficult at this point.

"... I hid the things that I would like to give you in a rock near the park."

resident gay furry: "Mm."

> The situation is starting to feel a little too familiar, once again. Mason can feel themself getting tense. There's no reason that this should be different than Lara, or Carmine. They stand there for a moment, not saying anything... Then,

"Lead the way."

>  Even if the whole thing felt wrong, they felt the need to see this through. If Ino actually means well, he'd be a good friend to have,  some day.

bitty hawke: > Inocencio nods, leading the way. His fingers twitch a bit. He glances around, sighing, digging in both his pockets. This sucks.

"Don't suppose you hide cigarettes somewhere where the Organization wouldn't be able to find one? I'm itching for one."

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ROLEPLAY UNFINISHED AND NOT GOING TO BE CONTINUED.

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discussion: bitty hawke: ok so

bitty hawke: ino ask for smoke

bitty hawke: they go to rock where files are hid

bitty hawke: he pull out files

resident gay furry: ya so they both go 2 le rock ino gives mason the files and masons like o_o