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complices), England (unionjackoff) and some surprise guests.
When: OOC: 1/6, IC: 5/3 at 10 PM
Where: The research tower, where nothing ever bad happens ever.
What: England's been hired by CERES as a Test Subject. They've finally come to collect.
Rating/Warning: Heavy gore and death. This log is the product of player and mod contact. Please feel free to contact the mods at any time if you would like to interact with the NPCs. We're always open!
[ At night, the research tower is a beaming beacon of light in the middle of a rather dark district. The surrounding buildings power down and with the medical facility and the police department being just a bit too far away, it leaves the tower as one of the only open buildings during the evening within a wide span of city blocks. To some, this is a reassuring sight. To others, it is not.
As scheduled with England, Mosley will be one of the lone figures in the lobby of the research tower this evening with most of the staff having gone home hours before. Instead of standing and waiting by the elevators as is typical of him, he is sitting on top of the reception desk, legs crossed and swinging underneath him as he waits. The only sound in the lobby is the slight buzzing of the lights overhead and the steady thump of his feet hitting the back of the desk. He seems to be busy with his CereVice.
The other figure in that lobby tonight is a reception-bot, sitting behind Mosley at the desk and staring straight at the door. Once in a while, it glances towards Mosley but otherwise keeps staring at the door. They both seem to be waiting for something. ]
complices), England (unionjackoff) and some surprise guests.When: OOC: 1/6, IC: 5/3 at 10 PM
Where: The research tower, where nothing ever bad happens ever.
What: England's been hired by CERES as a Test Subject. They've finally come to collect.
Rating/Warning: Heavy gore and death. This log is the product of player and mod contact. Please feel free to contact the mods at any time if you would like to interact with the NPCs. We're always open!
[ At night, the research tower is a beaming beacon of light in the middle of a rather dark district. The surrounding buildings power down and with the medical facility and the police department being just a bit too far away, it leaves the tower as one of the only open buildings during the evening within a wide span of city blocks. To some, this is a reassuring sight. To others, it is not.
As scheduled with England, Mosley will be one of the lone figures in the lobby of the research tower this evening with most of the staff having gone home hours before. Instead of standing and waiting by the elevators as is typical of him, he is sitting on top of the reception desk, legs crossed and swinging underneath him as he waits. The only sound in the lobby is the slight buzzing of the lights overhead and the steady thump of his feet hitting the back of the desk. He seems to be busy with his CereVice.
The other figure in that lobby tonight is a reception-bot, sitting behind Mosley at the desk and staring straight at the door. Once in a while, it glances towards Mosley but otherwise keeps staring at the door. They both seem to be waiting for something. ]
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ugh. what a mess. he rolls his eyes a bit, annoyed, but not angry. yet]
And how much are our memories of Cerealia going to cost us?
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[ Then Mosley makes a noise and the noise seems like a happy one. There's one last final turn at the end of their tunnel and Mosley takes it before they turn into -- ]
▶ CHECKPOINT FINAL.SAV
. . . CONTINUING SACRIFICE.EXE. . .
[ It's a large cave with a high ceiling and it's deep, deep underground, the walls are overrun with dead vines and the entire places smells quite earthy but seems otherwise undisturbed. England and Mosley enter the room from the front and across from them a large stone altar sits up on a stage accessible by the parallel set of stairs on each side of it. There are torches going around the room in a circle, lighting the whole place up and the altar is surrounded by candles, also already lit. On top of the altar there is a small stack of wooden bowls and some items wrapped in brown cloth waiting on the slab for them. If England looks up, he'll see a hole at the very top of the cave where they can, somehow from as far down underground as they are, see the full moon.
Mosley parks the golf cart with little fuss before stepping off of it and looking around the room. He checks his watch again, 11:46, and frowns just slightly. Then, after a moment, he takes off his suit jacket. It leaves him in just his white shirt and black tie and he sets the jacket down on the seat of his golf cart before moving to his sleeve cuffs. ]
You should get on the stage while we wait for her. Also, strip.
[ It seems like it's not just going to be them here. Mosley starts to walk over to the stage too, focused mostly on folding up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. The skin under there is even paler than the rest of him, hairless too and it looks paper thin. If England looks close enough, he'll see small veins of bright CERES blue light up under Mosley's skin in a way that is definitely not terribly human. Now, they're getting to the good part. ]
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now that he is actually facing his own death? it's overwhelming, the sheer terror he feels. he stays put in the golf cart for a few moments, to look at the rest of his surroundings, at the candles, the bowls, finally the full moon.
Mosley's voice is dulled by his heart beating in his ears.
he finally manages to pull himself up and out of the cart, hands slowly moving to remove his cardigan. he can't back out now. he signed up for this. and it was for the good of the colony. besides, he wouldn't be dead long, right? CERES would bring him back. it would only hurt for a little while...]
Her...?
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At most, take off your top. I'm not going to do anything below the belt but I need to be able to get to your chest.
[ He says this as he reaches for the brown cloth, unwrapping what's inside it to reveal a dagger. He inspects it for a moment and the moonlight seems to glint off of the bone before Mosley checks his watch again. 11:49. ]
Damnit, we need to start soon. Her, as in the Bridge. You didn't think it would just be us, did you? Get on the table when you're done.
[ He may seem a little rushed now that they're here but hey, they're on a tight schedule. ]
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his heart finally stops beating loudly so that he can hear Mosley. the Bridge is coming. he doesn't know why he is surprised. honestly, he didn't know what to expect. he didn't ask a bunch of questions about this because he was trying to be brave. now he's walking up the stairs after Mosley in a daze.
when he's close enough to eye the dagger, England swallows the lump that is catching in his throat. then he will sit on the table as Mosley requested]
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We need to draw blood by midnight. She needs to be here to witness it. We'll be fine if she shows up now but honestly, it's as if she acts like she has something better to do.
[ There's a small snap of twigs from the entrance of the cave and Mosley looks up. Is it The Bridge? ... Yes. The timing is great but Mosley only looks more displeased. He snatches up the dagger and wags it at her, his other hand moving to grab England's wrist and touch for his pulse. ]
Oh, great! Welcome to the party! It's not as if all of us have places to do and things to be!
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... Enough. I do not have to answer to you. You talk too much.
[ Another lingering glance on England. ]
He will... do.
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...reduced to human sacrifice... his pride won't allow him to be just any human sacrifice, though. he's going to be the best goddamn human sacrifice they've ever seen...!
or, you know. not. because that's kind of ridiculous, England]
Would you rather have someone else? [he's not too thrilled to be here, either]
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No. She doesn't. She's just a miserable old shrew. Don't worry, Mr. England, our deal stands -- just ignore her.
[ He holds the dagger loosely in his hand then and looks down at England's chest, giving a small frown. ]
... I should have made you shower, I think. Are you ready? Or do you have any other questions in these last... five minutes or so?
[ Meanwhile, The Bridge makes her way to them, giving Mosley an unimpressed look that stays even while she gets close enough. She won't stand next to Mosley but off to the side, rather, watching the whole thing from a distance. ]
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I... Suppose I have more questions. Only two, and they'll be quick.
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[ And then something seems to occur to Mosley and with a quick oh, he pulls out something from his pocket. It's a... syringe, a syringe with a really long needle because of course it is and Mosley pulls the cap off before jabbing it into England's throat. He doesn't even bother asking. He just tosses it to the side after before angling the dagger tip to England's collarbone. ]
It'll numb your body from the neck down. I forgot I had that, actually.
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wait a minute. numb him from the neck down? if he's going to be killed, why does he need to be numbed?]
Why in bloody hell do I need to be numbed? [well, that wasn't the question he was going to ask in the first place, but out it came, accompanied by a high-pitched, nervous tone. he's completely forgotten what he was going to ask originally. already, he can feel the medicine working]
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Mosley just gives him a flat look (though most of Mosley's expressions are flat) before glancing at his watch again. 11:57-- Oh wait, no. 11:58. ]
This is a sacrificial death, Mr. England. We need to remove your organs before finally killing you and you'll probably stay alive for most of it. At least with this, you'll be mostly coherent! ... Maybe a little foggy though.
[ He glances over at The Bridge. ]
A little foggy?
[ She just gives an exasperated sigh before nodding. ]
A little foggy then!
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but who knows how well he'll do during this upcoming part]
Right. [oh, the questions he was going to ask. there's only a little time left, so he'll just ask the one] And how many days before I come back?
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Typically, it's from about a day to a week? While we reassemble your code. I can't promise it'd be exactly the same since your death is... a little different from the norm. I'll keep a personal eye out, don't worry.
[ From the side, there will be a voice and it is that of the Bridge again. ]
It would be permanent if this was being done properly.
[ Mosley frowns and points a finger at her, still slicing through England's skin. When he gets to the shoulder, he'll turn to start down England's side. It's pretty obvious his intent is to remove the skin of England's chest entirely. ]
You, be quiet. You're just going to make him nervous.
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he looks straight up at the ceiling, feeling his heart begin to beat rapidly once more. he has a masochistic side, but he has no desire to watch himself bleed out. maybe if he wasn't going to die, and if no one was playing around with his organs]
Nervous? Why would I be nervous? [his tone is dry, he's still trying to make light of what is happening to him. he won't show fear, he won't. even though he's scared to... well, to death]
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I am slicing you open, Mr. England. With the intent of removing your organs. You have every right to be nervous, I won't judge you.
[ He continues slicing then, making a face as the blood begins to gush out. If England looks, he'll see Mosley lift a blood covered hand and sort of... shake off the excess before going back to cutting him open, one hand braced against England's body and the other on the dagger. ]
Actually, I'm quite relieved it was you who offered. We need someone with the tenacity to survive this through... most of the ritual. The abilities you have as a Nation make you quite durable. You probably won't really die until I remove at least, oh I don't know, half of these? It's remarkable.
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What sorts of persons did you use before? Were they human?
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They've all had their own proclivities but I'm personally not biased either way. When you're in a situation like ours, you take what you can get!
[ There's definitely a condescending snort from the Bridge after that. ]
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his gaze then falls on to the Bridge at her snort. he doesn't know what to say to her, but she seems displeased with all of this. should he apologize? no, that would be stupid. so he just stays quiet, tries to think of another topic when the sounds get to be too much] ...How often does this happen? [did he ask that already? he doesn't remember]
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When necessary. Sometimes, it happens a lot. Sometimes, once in a while.
[ He pauses, glancing back to the Bridge. ]
Sometimes, not at all.
[ She doesn't seem happy with that answer. ]
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Only when it's needed. It's up to the gods, I'd imagine. [he's running out of questions now, at least questions that he thinks Mosley will answer. now he's just wondering when he will die, and what will happen afterwards] ...Will you need me again?
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Exactly. We are bound to their idiotic and mercurial ways, Mr. England. All of us.
[ That is a good question though and Mosley gives a shake of his head in reply. ]
While we could use you, we won't. There's only about... one good shot of juice we can take from you per file. If your file were to be corrupted, sent back to your home and then return again as a fresh blank slate, yes. Otherwise, you will only be used once.
[ He considers something them, thoughtful. ]
Of course, there are always other activities in Cerealia that can be assisted by someone as willing as you. Let me know if you're ever interested and I will once again find you more paying work.
[ Now Mosley seems to be staring down at England's chest, arms crossed as he considers what to do next. The Bridge just scoffs in the background and hisses broken thing at him as an insult. He just frowns in reply. ]
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and now Mosley seems to be waiting for something? why is he just standing there? the words the Bridge say don't go unnoticed either.
he had another question! but he can't recall what it was. damn this fogginess]