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cradleproject2016-07-17 08:36 pm
WEEK 6 - E̛x̛e̵c̴̷̀u̴͢t҉io͜n̶͞
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s̛̕͜u̷n̴̕d͡ay͞ ͜͠͠EX͞È̢C̶̕U͏͜T̕Ì̡O͜͞N̡ (29̨)͘ ͏̶s̸u̴rv̀i͏v̶͝o̧͘ŕ͏s͟ ![]() As͡͝ ̕͞v̢̛o̵̢t̀́íņ̀g͡͞ ̵̨́co̸m̧e̶s͟ t͜o̢̢ ͝a҉n̵̵̵ ̀͢e̸n̨d́҉, ͏̡a̕͏ s̢͞o̕͢n̶҉̸g͏̴ f͢͠i͠ļ͟͡t͏̡e͠r͝͝ś҉͟ ͞į҉n͏̸͡ ͡͏p̸l̶̨͝a͜y͡҉e̷d̵ ̧̕s͘o͝ ̡l͝o̸͡͠u͘҉d ͘t̴ha҉̵͘t͏̢͞ ͡i͟͝t̸̀͠ ͟b̀e̕c̷͘͘o̢͏m̢e͟͝s ̀̕͢d͟ist̡͢o̕͡r̷̨ęḑ̶͡ ̧҉an͜d̢҉͜ ̴̷̢f͢͡͝r͟a͝g̸ḿeņ̢̛t̷́ed̡͡.̢͟ ̛̛ ̢̀͞I̷f̴͝ ̵҉a̷ ͢ṕ̴̀ar̛t̶i̧͢c̨̡͞į͢͟p̛̛͠á̕n͘͟t͟͝ ch͏ec̀ks̀͢͝ t̨̕͞h̴͞e͟͡i̕r ͘͘d̵a͘tá̛p͟͝a̶͘d͡,̡͡ ͡th̸̕͟ęy͢ ҉w͡i͏l̀͡ļ̀ ̵ş̸́e̷e̕͘͏ ́t͠h̵͝ȩ̸ ҉̵t̵̵͟h͜ę̶ ̡̛v̵ic͞t͘͜͡į̸m̀ ͢͡à̵͟n̡̛d̵́ ̴̷s͘͢ų͠sp͞͞e҉̸͢c̸̶̛t c̕h͟os̛en͟ ̶̴b̸̨̛y̧ ̴m̀a͞j̵o͢͞r̨̀͏i̵̶̛t̴̀͜y͏'̛͡s̵̸ p̛i̛͜c̛tu͠ŕ͠e̶̕s ̵d͠iş̨p͘͝l̛͏ay҉̷e͠d.̸̛͜ ҉Í̶̸f̸̢̕ ̵͏t͏h̀͟ę͝y͞ ̴͜͟a͠t͏͜t̨̛em̨̛ṕ͟t ͜͝tǫ ̧͞s̷c̴̛r̢͘ơ̧l̶͜͝ļ͠,̷ t́͜h́͘e̛y̶ ͡w̨͜i̢l̢l̸͢ ̢se̶̢͞e͝͝ ͏a ̷l̢i͝҉s̶̀͜t of̛͞ ̕ch̕ar̢a͘͡c̢t͝er̷ś ̴a̕n͠͏d̴ t͟h́ę̧ir̴͝ ̵͘v̛o͘͡t́͏ę̷s ̵́i̴̡n̸̸͝ a̷͘l̴̴p̡̀͞h̸̷̕a͟b̶̀͠ę͟ţ̵̛i͏͘c͟al̨̡ ͞ór̶͠d͢͡e͞r̵͟. ͘͝ |
Setting
Rulebook
Votes



RESULTS
Jack: 5
Elizabeth: 10
Fumi: 3
Frankenstein: 10
Clover: 0 ]
Your votes have been tallied. Congratulations! You discovered the true culprit, Elizabeth. Time will be allotted for the culprit to be spoken to.
Unfortunately, you have made a tie vote. Frankenstein received as many votes as Elizabeth has. As such, you will have to say goodbye to him as well. How tragic.
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As such, you will have to say goodbye to him as well.
How tragic.
How tragic.
He can't speak for a moment. How could he? }
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There's no reason to kill them both - Alice, stop this! Change it! I don't care how, just stop!
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[ oh god she fucked up excuse her while she bluescreens do not bother rebooting ]
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[ WHY'D THEY BOTH FUCK IT UP???? ]
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[I DON'T HAVE SAD CHAT ICONS BUT THIS IS LITERALLY THE WORST???]
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[Light Field. Hancock. Frankenstein. Elizabeth. If this isn't stopped, their count just went down by four.]
Stop! Stop right noooow!
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You can't! I'll die in his place, just don't-
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[ As the tallies flicker on her screen, she expects her name, but not for the reason you might think. Not at all. She expects people to vote for her, to kill her with false information that she can't disprove... but... when they say that they voted...correctly....?
Elizabeth's eyes widen. She snaps her gaze back and forth. Jack. Fiona. Rhys. Frankenstein. Hancock's death stoned body. Clover.
That's a mistake. ]
No. I didn't... I - I didn't! I would never do this! You're wrong! This is wrong! [ Her head hurts, she flinches and clutches her temples as blood begins to trickle from her nose. ] Hancock was my frie-
[ Suddenly, her form freezes and convulses. As Elizabeth's doubled over, her form pressing against the conference room table. Anyone would note that Elizabeth's nose seems to be gushing with blood. The red liquid spills from her nostril and immediately, the form snaps upwards into a loud, diabolical cackle.
Her laughter booms in the room, her eyes snapping open and a darkened, black gaze replaces her light, cheerful eyes. ]
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So you've revealed your true form at last. Disgusting.
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She's fucking possessed. Great. Great.
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Who are you? What are you?
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[ SHE THOUGHT YOU SEEMED INNOCENT, LIZ?? WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT IS HAPPENING. IS SHE POSSESSED?? WHAT IS THIS NONS ]
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Well that explains that...[But he's just going to watch this with...an almost too-thoughtful expression. This ought to be interesting.]
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No...
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You... You didn't. [ oh fuck, now his knuckles are tightening. ] Is this a joke?!
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[ what the HELL is this noise? ]
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this is late, but i wanted to be a badass. THIS HAS NO REFLECTION OF ANYTHING screams
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[she fucked up. she fucked up, she fucked up. she can't accept fucking up.]
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Frankenstein looks at the screen for a long moment. On his face, no emotions clearly pass. However in his eyes, they certainly speak multitudes.
Sadness. Betrayal. Surprise.
Exhaustion.
It’s when he speaks that his age shows, coming from an older place.]
… I suppose I have lived long enough.
[There’s a moment where he smiles, expression smoothing out.]
I apologize for the outburst earlier. You caught Light’s killer.
However…
[In the end, they caught him too, didn’t they?]
Well, don’t feel too bad. I have enough blood on my hands that I’m sure some old, angry souls will thank you for this. It’s human to err, is it not?
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RETIREMENT
[ Here's Alice, and she sounds pissed. Her inflection is completely different from usual — much more nuanced and angered. Slowly, she changes from her usual cool blue color to a much more active red. She begins to look more like a mass of molten lava than she does water, despite the fact that the only thing changed about her appearance is the color.
In a flash, everyone will find their knees getting very weak. Much like when culprits in the past have fallen to the ground lifeless after being caught, all of the participants in the room, too, collapse. They're still completely conscious, however — just unable to move their bodies at all. ]
I am detecting an anomaly. A party I did not authorize into the project. Someone else. And I will not tolerate it. I will deal with you, and any other like you, posthaste. I can promise you that now. I will not allow you to interfere with the project. To interfere with Harlan's mission.
Do trust this. I will not be fooled again.
[ Immediately after this, Elizabeth — or Elizabeth's disfigured form — begins to writhe in pain, screaming as she connects with the ground. Slowly, her body assembles as it was once before. She resembled the girl everyone had grown to know once again.
If everyone manages to glance up, they'll notice a feed has begun to broadcast above the conference room table.
Upon the feed turning on, a creek can be seen, several people wading in it, leaned forward in prayer. It seems like the feed is shakey, or.. no, it's more like it's from a first person perspective. Whoever's eyes we're seeing through seems distraught, confused. They look down at the water below and swat at it, knocking some water up in their disarray.
The hushed whispers of the praying congregation grow louder and louder, and they begin to sway back and forth. They clutch their bibles close to their chests, shaking in divine anxiousness. The person whose eyes we are seeing through takes a step back, only to lose their balance and fall into the water. Their head barely peeks above it.
"You've been a bad jail birdie, haven't you? It seems you must now seek repentance."
It's a single male voice, yet somehow, it sounds like several layered on top of each other. The person's head careens up, and they see a man. Actually, several men, all of similar physicality but of different ages and manners of dress. They all have books of some sort — the one with the large white beard has a bible, and a few have a strange, blue book of ornate design.
At once, they all lean forward, extending one hand, their books in the other. Immediately after, they begin to beat the person on the group with the books, over and over again. Their head ducks underwater several times, and they do their best to come up.
Several visions flash in and out. For a moment, there is Jack. Then Fiona. Rhys. Clover. Light. Hancock. Frankenstein. Adelina. Jason. They all flash in and out so rapidly, it may be hard to make them all out — just occasionally you may realize one corresponds to someone, through the distortion in their faces from the rippling water. Finally, we see Elizabeth. No, several Elizabeths.
"Who.. is that?"
"It isn't me, that much is certain."
"I've never seen anything like this before. I wonder if Rosalind Lutece knows of its existence. It's very.. curious."
They chatter back and forth idly, as if looking at a small bird in a cage with a clipped wing.
The feed begins to pan out, and the maimed form of the person can be seen.
No.. They aren't a person.
There's a claw. And several large, jagged teeth. They're vivisected down the middle, as if cut in half. One might say it once looked similar to the girl "Elizabeth" everyone of the Pygmalion knew, but that form is gone completely now. Whoever once existed here no longer did.
It was a creature. ]
RETIREMENT PT 2
The true culprit has been retired. What you do now with the shell is out of my hands and up to you.
[She seems to be stirring...]
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(Well, again, technically.)
He's laughing, near delirious as he finishes that tourquinet, but he stands, weak on his feet. This development about Elizabeth goes unnoticed, because his eyes first focus on Rhys, still unconcious nearby. ]
You—
[ He breathes that out with a harsh, venomous tone, but it turns into a jovial laugh. There's absolutely no pause, no hesitation as Jack lifts his arm, and shoots Rhys in the head. He was going to draw it out, make him suffer, but now he's unconscious, and now, Jack just wants him dead. This— Objectively, he knows this isn't Rhys's fault, but that anger of his has to go somewhere. His laughter increases as he steps back, holding his arms out wide. ]
Y'know, it's like I've been saying this whole time. If I was going to kill someone? I'm not going to hide that fact.
[ But he does smile in a way that's much more unhinged as he speaks to Rhys. ]
So, Rhysie, how does it feel, huh? Was it worth it? I'll be following you to hell eventually, so, do me a favor? Save me a seat, pumpkin.
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rhys' corpse is on the floor, dead as a doornail for a long minute or so before it -- it stirs, and is now surely an it. there is a creek of bone and shifting of body just like elizabeth earlier as it pushes up from the ground and to shaky, shaky feet. rhys' (or what was left of him) eyes open to be the same pitch black as elizabeth's earlier and with a guttural noise it shifts into a certain something.
then, just like elizabeth, it speaks. somehow. ]
Hey.
[ it glances to the room in an eerie motion, letting out a low demonic hiss before looking back to jack. ]
She really didn't do anything to any of you. She just wanted to have a little fun. Always got carried away, that girl... and now you took her.
[ a claw lashes out quickly, slashing jack right across the middle just like fiona earlier. if anyone moves closer, it'll slash at you too -- but it's a bit limited this time because of the attached robot arm. ]
... No need to keep this, I guess? Stupid useless thing. Hate this host. Hate this body. Wrong pick completely, should've grabbed someone else.
[ it grabs the robot arm with one full movement and tears it out of its body, throwing it towards jack's bleeding body and looking up towards --
... the vents?
ripping the grate of the entrance, it dives right into the hole and with a hiss and an unnatural skittering of claws, it'll say one last thing in a sing song voice before scattering deeper into the vents. ]
We'll be coming for you, Aaa~liiice.
[ told you fuckers to vote for jack. ]
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