FEI: The Enhanced - Roleplay Thread

Suddenly, the air in the room grew colder. “Why are you here?” A raspy voice called, and the sound of something sharp dragging against the metal walls echoed throughout the maze of steel. “You shouldn’t be down here, little ones. So small, yet so tempting.” A quick glance around would reveal that there still wasn’t anything around the Harvestmen… despite the voice sounding very, very close. “But you don’t have that spark of sapience, do you? You’re just a construct… which means I can sate my hunger.”

The thing speaking laughed. “There is nothing for you here but death. Do not venture further, if you value your mind, controller.”

Something shot out of the darkness, grabbing one of the macro Harvestmen and pulling it into the darkness. There was a flash of sudden overpowering cold, as if its very lifeforce was being ripped from its body, and then there was nothing.

“Flee or fall, controller. You can’t see me… but I can see you,” the voice rasped. And suddenly another Harvestman died as its “soul” was torn from its body, and than another was drawn into the cold void of death. Whatever this thing was, it was picking them off slowly and periodically.

It was toying with them.

edited 16th Nov '17 8:47:08 AM by Cwest5538

Impact earth. End of building grade reinforced material. Reintegration commenced... Task completed, the same line of command ran through every "bug" of Harvestmen. They didn't take too long reintegrating after all their/his practice. Everything snapped into place and a quick layer of pseudo-skin settled the matter. Well, Mason had remembered to bring the mawashi along, but forgot the face. Still, the harvestmen stretched out their tendrils into stringy facial hair anyway. It probably didn't belong on the writhing mass of harvestmen that passed for a face at the moment.

Not making another one, What was the point? He'd go back upstairs for it at some point. "Salutation, voice in the dark thing," Mason waved in a random direction. He quickly noted he was missing some of well, himself. It was only second most important at the time though... "You may call me Harvestmen, rather than that set of diminutives from before. And there's somewhat more than just a spark of sapience."

"Besides, I certainly belong here. I sat through that entirely enlightening and so very interesting meeting. I'm just a few forms and some tax information away from working here. How about the tour and some proper introductions, and I'll overlook your indiscretions and making yourself sound the fool with your lack of insight. Everyone panics on sight of spiders and spider-like things after all."

Mason pulled a finger and thumb to his not-face, in an exaggerated thinker pose. "I'd have to think about that value your mind thing though. "That guy ranting about cops and everything back upstairs seems pretty happy."

edited 16th Nov '17 12:44:02 PM by CenturyEye

Cass, Downstairs

Rather than take the elevator for what was sure to be an annoying amount of awkwardness, Cass just stepped into a shadow and reappeared in Mason's looking around. "Yep," she said casually. "This was about what I expected."

   Oh... I like this place.   

You would.

   It's so dark and...   

You are aware that I don't care, right?

   And?   

Go back to your corner.

FEI Tower - Meeting Room > Elevator

"Calm down Jacques. This is obviously something we need to see for ourselves." He tried to reassure the other man. "Plus, things like this are rarely cut-and-dry. Let's be patient and hold off on judgement until we get the full story."

Dexter strode into the elevator without hesitation, allowing Karen to continue holding his hand if she wished. He mumbled something about their encryption probably not being that good, then noted the E.R.F logo. The symbol seemed significant, but he couldn't place the acronym, and it worried him.

"What's ERF, if I may ask? I've never heard the name before. Something to do with Enhanced, I'd wager?"

edited 16th Nov '17 5:44:25 PM by kagescorpionakki

FEI Tower - Service Elevator

Saviour glanced at Dexter, shifting uncomfortably before he answered his question.

"The letters are an acronym for "Enhancement Research Facility". The ERF was a governmental predecessor of sorts to the FEI. Except short lived. Very short lived. Thankfully."

He grimaced.

"I suppose... I should tell you how I was involve–"

He was cut off as the elevator suddenly rattled and lurched, the lights flickering off as it ground to a halt.

Without the noise of the elevator, it was possible to hear a faint conversation, along with a very distant noise of... singing?

Disturbed, Saviour leaned over to Alex, nearly scaring him out of his skin.

"Could you jump-start the elevator?"

He nodded, channeling electricity through his hands and applying it to the elevator, breathing a sigh of relief as it lurched again with movement.

"Now... Any more questions? The lift may take a little while if we're getting more delays like that."

edited 17th Nov '17 3:43:54 AM by Enirboreh

Andrew followed Savior into the elevator, noting with little surprise that Cass had elected to use her shadow power to bypass the elevator. He stood beside the girl who'd been supportive of Savior before he'd admitted to his guilt, noting the smell and dealing with it stoically. It wasn't nearly as bad as, say, cigarette smoke. He stayed away from Harbinger, who was coming with them, and who still glared daggers at him.

As if I knew when I woke up this morning that I could hurt him with my power, he groused in his head, deciding that perhaps, for the duration, he should turn it off. He flexed his Phantom Muscle, consciously willing his power to cease, for the moment.

He found that he was also next another girl. Not the freaky monster one, and not Darian. She'd pissed off a bit ago to find something else to do. He thought she'd told Harbinger that she was 'The Incredible Bullseye'?

Before the FEI. Andrew sighed in relief. He'd kept the question of whether he'd helped heal up these experiments bottled up inside and was glad he hadn't been duped into prolonging experimentation on these Enhanced individuals. Savior asked for questions when the lift lurched to a halt, which Alex helped to fix.

"Only one. How powerful are these... er...," he struggled to find a proper term, "Experimental Enhanced? I'm only an L1 and I'd like to know if witnessing the sins of your past is going to get me in over my head." There were undoubtedly other L1s here. His question would cover them, too.

FEI Tower - Service Elevator

"It's... quite difficult to estimate the power of the subjects due to their... instability," he sighed. "The last one I remember seeing going into the... experimentation rooms was a young Artyom Nikolaev, but I didn't see the results."

He put his head in his hands with guilt.

"He... wanted to be a famous opera singer. He was only five when he went in."

The reaction of the other faculty was of horror and disgust, unsurprisingly.

"Sheesh... that young?" asked Daniel in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.

The silent nod from Saviour was all the confirmation they needed.

Suddenly, the lift rattled and stopped, except unlike last time, the doors heaved open, revealing a four-way corridor.

Saviour straightened up determinedly, motioning for the others to follow him out of the lift.

"We're here."

Down one corridor was the distant singing, along with several dark stains that coated the walls and floor. They could have been mistaken for oil if not for the red tinge.

Down the second was an open vent with a viscous, black liquid dripping into a small puddle below.

Down the third was a bright orange glow around the corner, flickering like fire.

And finally, down the fourth, was seemingly nothing but a soft draught breezing into the room. The mumbles of a conversation could be heard in the distance.

The lights were either smashed or flickering, clearly on purpose. Whatever creatures were down here were clearly setting up a territorial system.

Ash was the one who spoke up next, surprisingly.

"So which one of these absolutely lovely paths are we gonna go down first? Or would it be better to split up into groups?"

edited 17th Nov '17 8:58:06 AM by Enirboreh

The creature paused for a minute at the sudden 'appearance" of Mason.. before laughing. "Controller, you are well spoken. That is quite the surprise. I have not had intelligent conversation in many years." There was a shaky intake of breath somewhere, and a flash of green in the distance. "I... apologize, Harvestman. It is... difficult to keep my... appetites... under control. Especially when you are so... close."

Naturally, this was when Cass appeared.

The thing screeched, and suddenly green fog swirled around the legs of the Enhanced, glowing and unearthly. A black form stood maybe about twenty feet away from the pair- and the only visible thing under its heavy black cloak and hood were a pair of crimson eyes.

"Leave," it hissed. Suddenly, the voice had gone from interested to rather panicked. "One of you I resist devouring. Two of you... I do not know if I'll be able to control myself."

The figure drifted backwards slightly, and dragged a rotting claw along the wall- perhaps some kind of physical tic. "There are things down here that will kill you, Harvestmen, and your friends, possessed or not. I don't want to hurt you... but soon, I will take your souls, and free the shadow trapped in the body of the other one."

Underneath the cloak, whatever the floating thing was twitched slightly. "And the noise will no doubt attract others. The slither in the dark. The song of death. The deceptive flame..."

Souls existed? Well, cloaked guy wasn't eating his! And if the pattern of conversation upstairs is any indication, the others won't be here for eight days...

Disperse was Mason's first thought, but the black cloud on the floor didn't look to healthy. He still didn't quite know what had killed a couple of his detachments and he had no idea how fast this character was or how he attacked. Unfortunate to say the least.

Mason had begun drifting backward, mirroring the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Be. No running, that always set the psycho off. And running was rather undignified. And he'd be living the kid behind, but, then again, the teleporter wasn't his kid.
Still, probably shouldn't leave the kid behind. And he'd yet to spot a convenient column to climb out of the fog and into a better position anyway. The walls were not too far, but he'd never been that fast, and the walls were covered in gore. Nice Omen that.

Mason sighed a little. This guy couldn't control his urges and probably powers either, and Mason didn't know what that was. It was also uttering nonsense, and it had friends. Couldn't we have started with some more of a mid-boss or a c-list mook?

"Your last intelligent conversation, hm?" Mason kept his voice deliberately in a soft, even drone, so as not to give away any nervousness. "What would you discuss among the others here?" Hey, if the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Be was busy reminiscing, he might not go all berserker. It worked on tv.

He spared a glance at the teleporter. "Young miss, unless we can calm our host down, I do believe discretion is the better part of valor." He almost whispered. Whispering was well, rather crass, compared to just speaking a low tone. "Always better to know what you have on hand."

FEI Tower - Elevator

After boarding the elevator, Rebecca made a point of standing as far away from Saviour as possible, and amused herself by subtly materializing grime in every crevice of his armor. Then the healer asked his question, and her former idol revealed just what kind of atrocities he had turned a blind eye to.

Rebecca nearly threw up. They experimented on a kid? And one of the most powerful enhanced in existence knew about it and did nothing? Saviour was quickly revealing himself to be the most repulsive human being she had ever met. She wasn’t sure she wanted to stay with the FEI if it meant working under such a repugnant individual.

Maybe she could go with Harbinger when he left? At this point, he seemed much more heroic than the supposed “hero” that she’d looked up to for so long.

Then they reached their destination, and Rebecca nearly shit herself in terror. Oh god, it was like something out of a horror movie. There was blood everywhere, and every path looked like it lead to a different grisly death. She not-so-subtly sidled up next to the toothy girl, because if they were going to run into monsters, she’d really rather have a monster on her side too.

Takami

Takami just stared at Darian for a moment - this person came down here, saw that basically the entire defensive forces here had been devastated, and the question they led with was what Takami and his allies had against doors. He cleared his throat, thinking briefly about the processes that might need to be involved to ask such a question. Dismissing the present state of the lobby, ignoring possible corpses...

The sheer mental and or psychosomatic illness that might be present within the brain / eyes...the disconnect with reality...what in all was going on with this utter idiot's head?

"How...how do you function?" That worked as well as anything else and summed up the basic confusion Takami had about this individual.

Taro sighed and stated, "...this person is in all likelihood not important. We need to keep going in line with whatever your ally said. This is your game plan - see it through."

edited 18th Nov '17 4:19:19 PM by NickTheSwing

Shoggy in a Horrorplace

Karen gingerly followed Dexter (dragging Jacques with herself), squeezing his hand and grinning dumbly like a girlfriend following her boyfriend into a love tunnel. "Ehehe... I can't wait! Near everybody-body" Here she glanced briefly at Rebecca. "is acting blase, but I bet they are not as immune to all these revelations-tions."

So Savior was complicit in this ERF - a charming name, too; the one you would find in a videogame about a zombie outbreak - and then mentioned something about a five-year-old, almost as if he was trying to win brownie points? Or maybe to make them hate him more. Karen was unsure. "But why? Wouldn't it be better to take someone someone with already defined Enhancement? A five-year-old can't have anything that special."

"So" She grinned and half of her face grinned with her as it caved in and revealed the horror within. "you are sounding more and more like like some villain made by a hack writer writer that is made to be as evil and repulsive as possible, Savior. Honestly, did you expect this to never get get out? In an era of smartphones, social media, SJW's like Jacques here?" Here Karen bumped Downsize with her elbow; it seemed however that she was not using the term to insult him and more of a good-natured tease.

Finally, they arrived at their destination and near immediately Rebecca came over. "This is best first first day ever. I'm meeting so many cuddlers~" She giggled, freeing Dexter's hand to pull her in. "Let's go meet the singer singer, Dex, Jacq, Rebby."

FEI Tower - Abandoned ERF Bunkers

Saviour didn't even deny Karen's claims.

"What those disgusting, cold-hearted bastards exactly did to them in there is beyond me. If I could have run, or even torn this place apart I would have. But down here, they were in complete control."

Daniel looked up with a quizzical expression.

"Shoggoth has a point. Why did they choose a five year old? As she said, the powers aren't at their full potential. Isn't that kinda... I dunno, unnecessary?"

"It would seem so, yes. But having their Enhancements be in a juvenile stage was actually preferable, since they could alter the Rift Energy with greater ease than if they were matured. Oh, and Rebecca..."

He looked at Rebecca with great sorrow.

"Before you go with them... if, you go with them that is... I wanted to say I am sorry. I failed you as someone to look up to. I was just a frightened idiot at the time, and it seems I've kept that with me for keeping this a secret for so long. Now..."

He took a deep breath, which echoed through his heavy armour.

"Let's get going, then."

edited 25th Nov '17 4:40:46 AM by Enirboreh

FEI Tower, Lobby

"Y'know, my aunt asked the same thing when she found out I was on a pack a day. 'You'll get lung cancer before you're thirty, yadda yadda'." Since the men were too baffled, or too disinterested, to act upon Darian's arrival, she took the initiative and entered the room proper. Skirting around one of the newly-created spikes, she approached a body on the ground and confirmed with a pulse check that, yep, super dead. "And yet here I am, doing fine and surrounded by dead folk. Life's a bitch that way."

She stood back up and approached the trio, jamming her hands in her pockets and giving them a placid smile. "So, what're the deets? Where you heading?" She continued before either man had a chance to reply. "Wait, lemme guess, since you didn't answer my last question and all."

Donning an expression of faux contemplation, she inclined her head towards the elevator. "Y'all clearly got a beef with us, so my money's on the PR department. Twenty-somethingth floor, though they've all probably evacuated by now. Saviour's still around if you wanna take a complaint directly to him."

Andrew was startled and slightly nauseated by the sight of blood on the walls. Or were they bloodstains? One or the other, either one was bad. His left hand reached across to his right hip, grasping his longsword tightly. His pupils dilated as they adjusted to the different lighting, entereing the junction between hallways.

"Now's the part where I wish I had my armor on," Andrew muttered. Instead, he quickly pulled on his working gloves. Green leather, smooth as silk on the inside, and they gripped like the Hulk. He drew out his weapon, looking at his companions as they made their way out of the lift.

"Is it just me, or did something... unsavory happen here recently?" The Paladin gestured to the walls. "Blood doesn't stay freshly splattered like this. It dries, darkens, and flakes. It wouldn't necessarily be spotless, but it would be dark." He squatted to the floor and touched one of the splats, rubbing the congealing fluid between finger and thumb, before standing back up. "And, if something did, where's the source of the blood? What happened to the bodies?"

FEI Tower - Skeletons in the Basement

"My guess would be some poor soul came down here without authorization and found the inhabitants less than pleasant." Dexter noted, his voice emotionless. "I can't imagine being experimented on by strangers makes you very receptive to meeting new people."

Rolling his shoulders, he followed Karen to meet the mysterious singer. "I'm assuming the person singing is the most 'friendly' of the... patients, down here. Still, be on guard. These are Enhanced. Incidentally, Savior, is there any crucial information we need to know on how to deal with them?"

edited 21st Nov '17 5:54:51 PM by kagescorpionakki

FEI Tower - Abandoned ERF Bunkers

Saviour visibly hesitated at Dexter's question.

"I... have no idea what they can do. It was all hush-hush. Anyone other than the higher-ups for forbidden from knowing the details of the experiments."

A dull splat echoed suddenly behind them, the sound of creaking metal following, before settling back into silence. Saviour tensed up, before continuing.

"I wasn't... part of the staff, to be clear. Not officially. I was as trapped as they were, in this hellish..."

He trailed off suddenly as they rounded the corner, freezing in place and causing Daniel to ram into the back of him.

"OW! Hey, why'd you st-" he started, before turning visibly green at the sight that greeted them. He rushed off back down the corridor and began to dry heave.

It was a corpse of a man, or rather, what was left of one, slumped against the wall, one arm torn off and laying on the ground next to him. His ears were missing, his eyes wide in a blank stare and his mouth left open in a scream. The wall was caked in fresh blood, spelling out what appeared to be a message.

A heavy looking gun, not appearing to be of any recognizable make, sat in pieces on the floor, ammunition and shells scattered around it.

Ash stepped forward a few paces, having gone uncharacteristically pale as she stared up at the writing. She traced along the writing with her finger.

"It's Cyrillic text. It says 'I still sing, yet without a voice.'"

Dan had returned at this point, looking rather grey and weak. "G-Guys... I just realised... do you actually hear any singing?"

True to his word, it had stopped.

On the floor, a short distance away from where Saviour and the others were staring, was what looked like a detached hand, black with rot, facing palm-side down. A slight glimmer shone from underneath, and a constant, high pitched tone was emanating faintly from it.

What's more, there was an outline of a logo on the corpse's shoulder, covered in blood.

edited 29th Nov '17 6:58:54 AM by Enirboreh

"Everyone with no experience in combat or corpses get out of here, right now," Andrew snapped into his 'Paladin' persona. He felt a bit of nausea, but he'd healed more disturbing things before. He made his way to the front. "Get into the elevator and shut the door. We'll follow when we can. When we're sure it's safe." He didn't wait for their responses, approaching the corpse, hefting his sword on his shoulder.

He knelt again. The Cyrillic letters were a foot tall, to compensate the large improvised brush the sender used. Hm. Arm was torn off. By hand, apparently. He looked at the stump of the shoulder. Not as much blood as an arterial spray would spew, so I'm assuming it was removed after death. There's something on his shoulder, but I can't make it out. He eyed the corpse's head. Blood running down to the neck. Ears were bleeding. Blood out of his mouth would indicate organ rupture, possibly outright failure. He looked at the Wrecked Weapon. ...No idea what it was for, but something destroyed it. No obvious claw marks or dents. Bullet chamber appears bowed outward. He stood again.

"We're dealing with a Sonic Enhancement. This man was using a gun I've never seen against whatever it was that killed him. Whatever it was blew the gun to smithereens, then caused his ears to bleed and explode, as well as internal organ failure. Afterwards, it ripped off his arm and wrote the message in Cyrillic." He grunted. "I'd like to ask, 'what do we do, Saviour?' but it's apparent you're just as blind down in these bloody underground halls as the rest of us."

"Under the ground in the halls stained with blood, there is one who your healing hands shall restore from madness. Beware that you do not confuse him with an another." A memory, years old now, flashed through his mind. He'd been talking with some friendly co-workers when a strange fellow had walked up and said that to him before wandering off.

Oh, shit. This was what he was talking about. His eyes widened, and his stance slackened. His heartbeat grew faster. He turned around, staring back down the hallway. Is this creature the one?

edited 30th Nov '17 5:22:36 AM by Enduring_Knight

Tunnel with Mason and Cass

The ghostly figure started to drift closer. "The things that happened before. Before the pain. Before I became a living shield." A soft cackle rang through the air, and the creature tore a piece of concrete from the wall, shattering it into shards which it let drop to the ground. "The things that we did to the other fools who came down here..."

The fog seemed to curl around Mason's legs, as if it were trying to drag him downwards. The room had plunged in temperature, and frost was starting to form on the walls. "I'm going to tear your soul from your body," the phantom hissed, voice suddenly losing any hint of friendliness it'd had earlier as it drifted yet closer.

Tunnel with Andrew and the Others

A black goop had spread across the floor in front of Andrew. It quivered, as if in anticipation.

edited 30th Nov '17 8:36:34 AM by Cwest5538

Mason blanched. "That's an even denser Purple Prose than before, and what do you mean other fools? Surely not I!" Oh nevermind this brain-addled wraith.

"Young lass..." Naturally, only then did Mason notice the teleporter had well, teleported. "You know, I didn't mean go save yourself, literally," he grumbled pointlessly. The fog around Mason's legs almost seemed to pull, and it didn't help the already dimly lit place. Then Mason took extra notice of the thing ripping concrete off the wall.

"You know what? Fine!" Mason gathered himself up, constricting already stick worthy legs into very tall twigs that in effect gave him stilts. But Mason still appeared a frightfully skinny thing with a crawling face towering over the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Be in wobbly stilts.

He cleared his throat, emphasizing his new height. "Are you talking to me?!" Mason pointed a stubby, overly long finger in the direction of the ghost. "Because that's fine," His tone evened out even as Mason's legs/stilts shook even more wildly. "I'd love to hear your story, hold the New Age speak of course..." Mason finally lost his balance—apparently. "and perhaps a bit later."

He tumbled into the ruined concrete, melting into an innumerable tide of harvestmen that ate into the walls before marching off.

FEI Tower - Basement w/ Savior

Dexter frowned at the lack of information, but he wasn't surprised. Then they ran into a corpse, and his hand clenched into a fist. So this was the dark underbelly of the FEI. He exhaled, relaxing himself, and stared impassively at the scene before him.

"So. Our mysterious singer is deadlier than I imagined. Given the tortures people here were subjected to, however, I suppose it's understandable why someone would lash out with lethal force." Dexter turned to Andrew, suddenly considering something. "Paladin. You're a healer - does your ability only cure physical ailments, or can it relieve mental issues as well? If you can cause any sort of calming affect, it might assist in attempting to reason with the occupants of this place."

Which was good, because reasoning with them was perhaps the only thing Dexter really could do. That, or attempt to fistfight them. Somehow he didn't think that would end well.

Shoggy - Meeting Corpse

For her part, Karen skipped merrily ahead with her two-man-and-woman entourage in tow. It felt refreshing, not having to hold back socially. They were in a house of horrors, so she had to let them know she was one horror they had on their side.

Then they stumbled upon a corpse. Paladin advertised everyone with no combat training to fall back to the elevator, but she was certain nobody would listen. "Neat. I know what to do do then." She hummed, idly examining the corpse. Long desensitized to such gruesome detail, she took in the important things instead. Like the logo, or the item hidden a short ways from the body under a severed arm that didn't seem to belong or...

Without a warning, Karen broke down into pieces and then was whole again, her hideous body surfing to where the black goop was, attempting to run it over and suppress it. At the same time, Shoggoth's toothy pseudopodia extended to three places: the corpse's shoulder to touch it, the hand a bit away and below next to itself as it trilled a warning note.

edited 3rd Dec '17 8:19:40 AM by FergardStratoavis

FEI Tower - Abandoned ERF Bunkers

As Shoggoth touched the shoulder of the corpse, the smear of blood was wiped away, revealing the logo in its entirety.

A shield shape, with the same design as the poster in the elevator. A biohazard symbol with the letters E.R.F emblazoned below.

The high-pitched tone emanating from the hand was almost impossible to ignore now, the mysterious glow from the palm growing brighter and brighter.

A rhythmic thudding echoed through the hall, before silencing.

Then something quite disturbing happened.

On the wall above the corpse, where the Cyrillic text was smeared, a black, rotten hand clenched into a fist slowly pushed through the wall with a creak of metal, looking remarkably similar to the detached one on the floor. It stretched its fingers, unclenching itself, revealing a glowing purple eye in the middle of the palm.

It stared at the group, before it extended outwards, leaning to look at the explosion of sludge in the background.

Then, a second creaking sound filled the damp air as another hand sprouted from the wall.

Then another, then another...

In a matter of moments, the wall was absolutely covered in the hands, a swath of purplish eyes staring at them, occasionally blinking. The tone had been steadily growing stronger along with each hand's appearance.

The tone from the hands suddenly cut off, leaving about four seconds of silence, and then the ethereal singing from before picked up again, the Russian lyrics now discernible. With each syllable, the eyes on the palms pulsed with a purple light.

"Dom moj dostroen, no ya v nem odin... Hlopnula dver' za spinoj... Veter osennij stuchitsya v okno, Plachet opyat' nado mnoj..."

"Artyom...?" Saviour whispered quietly, before shaking out of his stupor and turning to address the others.

"We have to go. Now."

edited 3rd Dec '17 11:36:40 AM by Enirboreh

Shoggy and the Others

As Karen launched towards the ooze, she found something attempting to turn the tables. What had previously been a harmless if odd liquid on the floor reared up, extending dozens of tentacle like protrusions towards the Enhanced. From the vents, more viscous black liquid suddenly gushed outwards, adding to the mass of the now rapidly solidifying sludge.

From down another hallway, something shambled into view at the same time- and a quick glance was enough to tell that it was a rotting corpse dressed in body armor, her head having lost most of its flesh, and now a grinning skull. Black goop dripped down from her eye sockets, and her right arm was covered in the stuff… and her left one was cradling a still-working shotgun. None of them, including the ooze, seemed to be affected by the singing in the air.

Naturally, it was at this moment that two more grinning, decaying skeletal bodies with lethal weaponries stumbled to her side, black goo permeating their deceased bodies.

Harvestman

The wraith hissed as Mason apparently left, roaring in anger. It looked around at the walls, red eyes glowing with fury. “I can see you, Harvestman. Crawling around in the walls. So many beings, but only one soul, split into many parts.”

With another hiss, the ghost tore another chunk out of the wall, apparently trying to dig towards Mason… before pausing… and laughing as faint singing could be heard. “Your friends are in trouble. Artie and Sam will deal with them. But you…

I’ll make sure you never leave.”

edited 3rd Dec '17 11:35:25 AM by Cwest5538

FEI Tower - Basement

Rebecca was honestly too terrified by everything around her to really respond to Saviour’s apology, simply letting herself be dragged along by Karen. The mutilated corpse only multiplied this terror, to the point where Rebecca couldn’t even move to evacuate like Andrew suggested. But the simultaneous appearance of simging wall hands, moving goo, and walking corpses is what finally broke the camel’s back.

Rebecca let out a primordial screech, and adopted the fetal position. Soon after, she disappeared within the radius of filth and smog that began to slowly expand outward from her catatonic body. Even outside this radius, anything that could be remotely considered filth began to fly in random directions, crashing and colliding with each other.