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cradleproject2016-07-17 08:36 pm
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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
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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Elizabeth! Can you hear me?
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DON'T MIND HIM AS HE JOINS MARINETTE. MIGHT AS WELL PROVIDE BACKUP IN CASE ELIZABETH, UH. PULLS A PREDATOR AGAIN.]
Careful! We don't know if she's still— ugh, whatever the fuck that was! [YOU KNOW. FUCKING POSSESSED?
But, yeah. Assuming Elizabeth doesn't eat them, he's moving to check her pulse. ]
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No, but Elizabeth stirs, a soft whimper as her entire body pains. The endless shooting finally stops - her shivers making her skin crawl.
Elizabeth gasps, her eyes shooting open and her brilliant, youthful gaze returning as she tries to battle at Marinette and Jason. ]
S-Stop! Let me g-go! Nnn where -!
[ There's tears in her eyes. The last thing she remembers was looking at Frankenstein when the votes came in. ]
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Elizabeth - calm down. Take deep breaths. Do you know where you are?
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He's sighing in relief, though. Not too audibly, but Marinette might hear it since he's basically next to her. Jason Todd is actually a dumb bleeding heart and it sucks. Leave him alone.]
Take deep breaths and remember to exhale. I'm not teaching anyone how to avoid asphyxiation tonight.
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Where - am I dead?
[ Sorry, she's touching Jason's cheek.
And holding Marinette's hand. ]
No - ...Frankenstein -
[ She's so Upset. ]
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No, you're not. You've alive. You're alright.
How are you feeling? What can you remember?
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But, uh. He's touching Elizabeth's hand here, not nearly rude enough to shrug her off.]
Don't worry about Frankenstein. Just... tell us what you remember.
[They're going to have to refresh her memory, aren't they?]
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[ Her head hurts. She feels a sudden bit of pain, wincing. Nothing connects in her mind. ]
Did ... did I do this? [ SHE'S LOOKING AROUND BETWEEN TEARS, MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? ] Did I open a tear?
[ She stammers, closing her eyes. ]
I didn't kill them. I didn't kill them. I didn't... did I...?
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There was something else... a creature. Maybe some sort of alien.