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Post by Jilak on Nov 6, 2009 4:54:58 GMT -5
(OOC: As in, y'know, Invite Only. PM me or Mugen about it and we'll discuss it over IM. Standard Firefly knowledge would be good, though.)
"Are you ready, Dr. Tam?" A voice asked him. It was surprisingly calm for what it was about to do. For what it stood for.
"I... you can't do this. It's not right. What about the constitution? What about... what about parliament?" He asked, struggling against his guards.
"Parliament? Don't you lecture me about PARLIAMENT, boy. You're the one that associates himself with those FOOLS on that Firefly. You're the one that allies yourself with a former Browncoat. Don't preach the constitution unless you KNOW the constitution." The voice returned, harsher this time.
"Now you will report back to us in exactly five minutes. You will tell us what you saw, what you heard, what you felt. You will inform us of the state of the Atmo, and then you'll pray we kill you. Are we completely clear?"
"Son of a whore."
"Good enough. Toss him in." And then he was thrust forward, flying through the open portal.
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He hadn't expected it to open so HIGH. Did it have to be ten feet off the ground? Because really. With his hands tied, it wasn't like he could stop himself or anything. So he fell. Face first. Even worse, he fell into a room that was actually partially underground. That sucked. A lot. He really thought he was in the clear until he saw what appeared to be a charcoalled skeleton... odd. Luckily enough, being a doctor, he managed to stop himself from freaking out. But now he was lying next to a skeleton, with the rope hanging behind him preventing him from standing up. His head was also bleeding from the fall. He lay still for a moment. Perfect, just per-what was that sound?
There was a... swishing? Sounded like when his portal had opened. Weird. Wait. Did his rope just go limp? He turned around, and sure enough, the rope had been cut, the portal no longer there. Okay. Now he just had to free himself with some of his... oh gorramit. He'd not been able to take his medical bag. Well, this sucked.
When he turned his head, however, he noticed a scalpel. Okay. That could work. With a bit of tossing and turning, he managed to get into a sitting position, working his ropes against the scalpel. Soon enough, he'd freed himself.
Okay. So. To recap. He didn't have his medical bag, his head was still bleeding, and he was stranded in this odd... place. Next to a skeleton. Fun. All that aside, he was also in what could be defined as a hole, right now. Fan-friggin-tastic.
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 6, 2009 5:20:03 GMT -5
(OOC: Rebooting Makoto's plot with permission from the two RPers involved in my original attempt.) A teenage boy by the name of Makoto Shinen collapsed to his knees in an area of... well, it looked like it had been plainsland once upon a time. Now it looked little more than a desert, a desert formed by hundreds of microstorms. All part of the giant superstorm that ravaged all of Enid.
As he fell foward from where his knees had hit the ground, the dogtags around his neck clicked together. They were cheap tin, the Global Alliance was not one for wasting money on simple identification tags. They both said the same thing, and only the Global Alliance knew why ther were two. They were horribly worn and slightly rusted. It was fairly obvious he'd had them for many years. They hung from a simple yes sturdy beaded chain.
G-ALLIANCE ID
Shinen
Makoto
O Negative
P-Slave Bat #136
The teenager, perhaps seventeen, was horribly skinny and obviously malnourished. Any idiot could see that. His hacked violet hair was so filthy it looked black, and it didn't seem he had seen a bath in a good month. His skin was slightly cracked in various places, his eyes sunken and swollen from countless hours of crying.
His clothes consisted of oversized black pants full of holes and held up with a worn and fraying rope. A makeshift belt of sorts. His shirt was even more oversized, and would have been had Makoto been anywhere near healthy, let alone as underweight as he was. Despite being brown it was obviously filthy, a fact that didn't come across well on the pants. His feet were calloused but completely bare.
Two streaks on his face, one under each eye, were cleaner than likely anywhere else on his body. Fresh tears revealed why as they streamed down his face. The compound had been attacked, he'd heard shouts of LoA among the many voices. He didn't even know why he'd fled, where he'd found the energy... it was gone now in any case.
He didn't flinch as he heard the sound of rolling thunder. Not far. The storm would arrive soon. The storm that would finally put an end to his suffering. He knew he was seventeen from bits of conversations he heard here and there, but his birthday was never celebrated. He honestly didn't know what it was anymore. He felt the rain begin and closed his eyes. He wished only for peace. Death was peace, right? If it was, he wished it would hurry up and reach him... unless there was some hidden utopia that could save him from that, death seemed the only freedom left to him.
He had already passed out as a gust of wind revealed a set of doors twice his height. A gorgeous frame circled the doors. Not that it was really... doors. It looked like doors surrounded by a gate, except it seemed to be deep etchings into the ground. At least until the lines that formed the "art" lit up with a brilliant light. The ground itself seemed to open down along the lines, the image of doors becoming somehow real while remaining flat. Makoto's limp body fell through as the full storm rolled over where Makoto had been seconds, if not less, earlier...----- The good doctor was probably lucky he had gotten himself cut loose by the time the light appeared. Positioned directly over the hole the man could take to get above the charred hospital room, almost as if forming to replace whatever exit had once been there, the light quickly traced the outline of a gorgeous door. If Simon was into that kind of thing, the pattern revealed was much like something you might find in a fantasy novel of Earth That Was. Perhaps the more startling part was that the lines that formed the intricate set of doors then opened. As if the doors really were, you know, doors. A huge gust of warm wind, rain, dust, and various other things one might associate with a hurricane blew through the room as a body was deposited onto the ground. The doors seemed to fight to close, but the entire display vanished once they did. A fair bit of the room had been moved around by the strong wind, but that was likely now the least of Simon's concerns. Because the body that was deposited was that of a teenage boy. Terribly skinny and horribly malnourished, but he looked about the age of a certain sister. Perhaps by some cosmic irony the dogtags were splayed to the side just enough they would be readily visible. Makoto twitched, but remained unconscious. It would be enough that even one without medical training would realize the teenager was alive... although he still looked very horribly unhealthy. |
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Post by Jilak on Nov 6, 2009 6:03:46 GMT -5
After nearly having a heart attack, Simon was treated to a wonderful sight. A boy around River's age following out of the magical doors that appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into nothing. Oh fun. Even more fantastical, he seemed malnourished, to the point that it was a wonder how he was still ALIVE. He looked tired, and he was dirty. Poor boy. He really needed a doctor at the moment. One with a medical bag.
The lack of proper tools didn't stop Simon from rushing over to him, of course. Now, before he could actually get to work, he managed to notice the dogtags. Huh. Interesting. G-Alliance. Very interesting.
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Wait wait wait. He read that again. And again. It didn't change either time. He'd read it correctly. G-Alliance. But that couldn't be... he was so beaten up, and the Alliance usually took care of their own... except in that one place they'd kept River holed up inside. Perhaps he was from... huh.
"Vitals seem okay, he's still breathing..." Simon checked what he could with the resources he had. His hands, and a scalpel. And since cutting on the boy would help NOTHING, the best he could do was make sure that he was still alive, and try to get help.
"Can anyone hear me?! I'm Dr. Simon Tam, look, this child is dying! Okay, I need a medical kit as soon as possible!" It was likely that no one heard him. It was likely that if he left him there, Makoto would die.
Which is exactly why Simon picked him up and put him on his back, Yoda/Luke style. Because really. Once he was clear of the hole he could try to get his bearings. He needed his bearings. They were bear-y nice to have.
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 6, 2009 6:12:18 GMT -5
Simon probably wouldn't enjoy the sights he'd receive upon climbing out of the hole. Cause really, it would be climbing, and probably wouldn't be that easy with a teenager on his back. At least the teenager was light. Terribly light. As in more the weight of a ten year old than a seventeen year old. The man was right, it was a wonder the teenager was still alive.
All that aside, when he managed to get out of the hole and focused on his surroundings, there would be two major things that greeted him. The fact that he was in a large city. Nothing like Persephone, but certainly larger than anything you'd find on the outer planets. Maybe one of the last core planets, but it was still quite the city. But perhaps the more un-nerving thing was that he was smack dab in the middle of what appeared to have once been a hospital.
Once been being operative of course. Something had basically ripped the place apart at some point. There was some newer construction here and there, but considering the air was that of mid to late Autumn meant there wasn't much chance of the building being repaired before winter.
And then, of course, there was the fact that Makoto was beginning to stir. The teenager gave a slight groaning sound and went into a coughing fit. It wasn't a sign that he was gaining the power of dead. He's just swallowed wrong. It was a wonder it didn't wake him, though.
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Post by Jilak on Nov 6, 2009 6:50:27 GMT -5
So hey. He was in a city that very well could have been Alliance carrying a boy who very well could have been on the run. Any second now, guys with guns could descend to beat the crap out of him. Awesome.
Hey, at least the possible run-away was stirring. Which showed that he could still move. Even though, you know, he was malnourished and beaten up. But other than that, he was a picture of health. Fantastic.
So, he'd have to do what he could with this destroyed hospital. Because he saw no one around. Hell, even if he did, the only working hospital was at least a city away. So it was either operate here or let the poor little guy die.
After a bit of digging, he found what appeared to be a bed, laying Makoto on it. It was horridly broken, yes, but from the way he looked, possibly better than what he was used to. Okay. Just had to go into the city and find supplies.
The city that he knew nothing of, and would likely be killed the second he left the confines of the destroyed hospital.
Hooray.
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 6, 2009 6:59:25 GMT -5
You know, many people have no idea how uncomfortable a good... or a better bed can be. You get someone used to sleeping on a rock and stick 'em in a good bed, they'll have trouble. Makoto's usual lodgings weren't that great. Glorified plank of wood, really. Maybe a blanket. Maybe. So the hospital bed, even with how beaten up it was... rather uncomfortable. And after his coughing fit... well, the teen woke up.
And Simon was still standing over him, probably trying to figure out if the teen could even survive being left alone long enough for him to get supplies. Makoto wasn't the type that blasted someone who roused him out of sleep. He'd done it before a few times in his blurred memory. Usually cost him a meal and earned a few whacks upside the head. So he just jerked. Hard. Hard enough to whack his left arm on the side of the delapitated bed. He hissed and pulled his hand close, using his other hand to shield his eyes from the unusual amount of light. He saw Simon and looked about ready to panic.
At least he wasn't thrashing... yet. But he clearly had no idea where the hell he was. He managed to curl into a bit of fetal position and winced as if he expected Simon to hit him. Cause, y'know, he totally did. He wasn't really coherent enough to have any clue as to his surroundings. Still no words. Just a scared little boy. Okay, he looked seventeen, but it was like some lost and scared out of his wits toddler.
Only thing that really seperated him from early River was that he wasn't thrashing. He was cowering. At least Simon had gotten up the guards to the bed, teen might have rolled right off if not. He was shivering too, and it didn't appear to be from cold...
If Simon tried to make eye contact he'd turn away from the man.
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Post by Jilak on Nov 6, 2009 19:51:24 GMT -5
That was all too familiar. Someone that shouldn't even be ABLE TO, waking up. At least this time he hadn't thought the teen was previously DEAD...
In any case, it was a good thing he wasn't thrashing. Because honestly? Simon felt he'd only injure himself more if he moved too much. And, considering the innate lack of resources, that could be near fatal.
Well, best to try to initiate conversation, he supposed...
"Hi. I'm Simon. Can you... understand me? Do you remember what happened?" Simon asked, hesitantly.
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 6, 2009 19:57:14 GMT -5
Makoto at first showed no signs he'd even heard Simon. Well, aside from wincing at the words, which could have been timing. After a few moments of silence the shaking cut down juuust a tad. Makoto's eyes began to adjust to the light levels. He slowly lowered his hand, still holding the one he had whacked close. He looked up at Simon, although he was still seeming to put extra effort into not looking the man in the eyes. Upper chest it was now.
He nodded slightly, although what question he was nodding towards? Who knows. Makoto looked away and remained silent. This was a new tactic. Sticking him outside in the... Makoto blinked and looked up. The sky was.... clear? Yeah, still scared looking but now also very confused.
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Post by Jilak on Nov 7, 2009 23:14:44 GMT -5
"Now, I realize you're scared, but... I'm not gonna hurt you. But I can't HELP you until I know more about your situation. Now, you don't have to tell me the full extent of what happened, but it would help if you could tell me where it hurts most. I'm lacking on equipment at the moment, but I'm sure I can think of something." Simon stated, digging around a bit. It would appear the the power of convenience had decided NOT to help him, this time. Bah.
"I'm worried that you may have a bit of internal damage, which we can't deal with until we deal with the external, due to my lack of tools. You also seem rather... malnourished. We'll worry about that later, but at the MOMENT, I think it would be a good idea to focus on any and all external pains you can note."
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 8, 2009 0:18:09 GMT -5
"....................... y-you're...... with...?"
Makoto had a lot of memories. He had trouble knowing where one ended and others began. He was fairly sure... that a storm had come. But even if by some miracle he'd survived, this place didn't seem familiar. This man... was dressed far too well to be someone who had found him. He'd only ever seen members of the Global Alliance dress that way. But he was talking differently, and carried himself differently.
The way Simon was dressed compared to what Makoto was used to seeing. It was the difference between a high ranking noble and a slave. He couldn't risk trying to read the man who called himself Simon's mind. The Alliance had ways of knowing when his neural activity picked up for that. If Simon was with the Global Alliance, he'd know. And Makoto would pay for it. He turned away.
On the bright side, at least Simon had gotten some words. They held the meek voice of an abused child, a bit deeper as Makoto was old enough that his voice had changed, but the tone fit. Makoto looked down at the hand he had whacked in his not quite thrashing and held it close. It was probably pretty clear he'd hurt himself. His eyes were darting around the area. Simon might know it as a fight or flight response.... something a trapped animal might do if it was too afraid to attack.
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Post by Jilak on Nov 8, 2009 1:00:48 GMT -5
Well, that was good. The child was talking, at the very least. Wasn't very HELPFUL, but it was something. He asked him a question, though. Simon could barely make it out, but it sounded like he was asking if he was WITH someone. Perhaps he was right in thinking the child was running from the Alliance...
"Me? No, nooo. Alliance captured me, wanted to test their new machine, but... through some miracle, I managed to get free. What about you? You with any particular group?" Simon asked.
He'd have to do something about that hand after the child trusted him a bit more, he decided...
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 8, 2009 1:10:47 GMT -5
Makoto looked confused. Captured... him? New machine...? Makoto slowly turned his head to look at Simon, still avoiding direct eye contact. "Simon" didn't seem psychic. He'd know if he was. It was a natural latent ability as natural as sight was to most. Just like sight, Makoto would sometimes see a psychic when none was there, but it never missed one. Simon wasn't psychic, so why would the Alliance need him for a new machine...?
He looked down away again. With a group? No... he had no one. While he was sure he had a family... he had parents. He wasn't cloned or anything of the sort. But they were probably dead. It wasn't anything he grieved over. Granted it was a rare thought, but he'd accepted that they were lost to him many years ago. But no group.
Makoto reached up with his good hand and grabbed his dog tags, carefully holding them closer to Simon. He had to sit up some to get them close enough for the man to read.
"I guess.... I'm theirs?"
He still seemed a little confused.
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Post by Jilak on Nov 8, 2009 1:48:32 GMT -5
Simon had to pause for a moment. Had the teenager been through a brainwashing of some type? Or, on the alternative, had he been there so long that he'd resigned to his fate? Or, was it the third option, and was he simply crazy? Being that Simon was who he was, he wasn't really consciously aware of the third option. But it was there.
"...well not any more, you're not. As long as you're here... wherever HERE is, they won't get you. You'll be safe here. I'll do whatever I can to make sure of that." Simon responded, giving Makoto a warm smile.
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 8, 2009 2:30:45 GMT -5
Makoto looked around. Where was here? He shook his head, speaking ever so slightly louder, "...They'll find me."
He looked rather depressed... okay, the teen looked like you'd killed his puppy. He glanced around Simon. The man was kind of in his way for getting off the bed, "....Kill you."
With Simon's history, there were two ways he could take that line. The first was simply a continuation of what he had said. "Find me, kill you." The second, and far more fun version was a threat. Towards Simon's life. Not.... out of the question, unfortunately. Sure, Makoto didn't look like he had intentions of killing Simon, but his sister had once innocently walked up to a certain gun loving crew member and gave him a case of needing stitches... so yeah.
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Post by Jilak on Nov 8, 2009 2:43:17 GMT -5
Simon wasn't entirely sure which way to take it. The second option disturbed him, and the first wasn't much better. Either way, it would appear that Simon was going to get the power of dead... and he couldn't let that happen. He didn't even know if River was safe. And he wanted to make sure she was before someone put a bullet in him.
"...who... is going to kill me?" Simon asked. He'd have turned to see where or WHAT Makoto was looking at, but with the option of the teen wanting to kill him, he honestly didn't think that would be a good idea. Like, at all.
Um... crap?
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