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Post by DanteMGalileo on Dec 4, 2018 20:42:35 GMT -5
How disgustingly not-noble. Then again, what did I expect from such a creature?
From her spot in the vents, Mara watched as this doctor, with no regards for his missing, likely-to-die daughter, continued work on this machine. Oh, how she wanted to wrap her tendrils around his neck and make him feel the pain of suffocation. Then again, that death was too clean to inflect on a human. Besides, he would be of more use to her alive than dead.
As a shadow, Mara slipped through the openings, sliding along the walls and ceiling. Now, how to get his attention? Should she just burn them all down, like she did to her terrified subjects all those years ago? Or should she create a storm inside the building? No, that would be a messy cleanup. She could reach in and shackle his soul. But that would be no fun. Or... her eyes spotted an important tool, unguarded.
She extended a green tendril while these humans were still occupied, pulling it into her shadows. Smooth as clockwork.
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Post by ThePopcornFairy on Dec 5, 2018 11:44:03 GMT -5
"Dr. Pendleton?"
"Hm...?" The doctor looked up from the mess of circuitry he'd been working on down in the miniaturization chamber, turning to face the technician standing on the platform surrounding the cooker shields. It was somewhat hard to tell given his typical lack of outward emotion, but his eyes seemed heavy. Listless.
"Your computer is up an running again, sir. All your old files have been transferred. We just started reinstalling the Proteus program on the new hard drive. You should be able to run that as a background process if you need to use it for something else."
"Oh. Right. Thank you, Wendell." He did say he needed his computer back asap. Might as well follow through on his own request.
As he headed up the stairs and began a brisk walk along the main balcony, Dr. Pendleton continued, "Surveillance still offline?"
"Yes, sir," Wendell meekly answered.
"No word from Duval or his crew on Mr. Lowe?"
"Nothing."
"Go figure..." Dr. Pendleton muttered as he approached his desk, slumped into his chair, and manned his already up-and-running computer. "Well, keep me informed, alright? The longer that kid is out there, the more likely someone else will find him first."
"Yes, sir..." Wendell warily scratched behind his ear, straining to read his boss's expression. "Is... everything alright, sir?"
"Wendell, does it look like everything is alright?" Dr. Pendleton sharply questioned, gesturing towards the lab in its entirety.
"Well, no, not yet, but that's not..." Wendell cut himself off, generating a brief, awkward silence, then he quickly dropped the subject. Trying to discuss emotional matters with Dr. Pendleton was like trying to psychoanalyze a wall. Probably better to move stick to more practical matters. "Never mind. I'm gonna go back down to the chamber."
"You do that," the doctor just barely mumbled as Wendell left him to his business. His eyes were trained on his monitor as he opened what seemed to be a word document.
In the meantime, Wendell headed down the stairs and inside the shields, ready to pick up where Dr. Pendleton had left off. He took a moment to study the hardware exposed by the missing panel, deducing the repairs that still needed done to it. Once he knew what he was doing, he slipped on a pair of industrial safety gloves and grabbed... Wait...
Poking his head outside the shield, Wendell called to the technicians above, "Hey! Who took the flat head?!"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Dec 5, 2018 12:03:38 GMT -5
Why, I have the flat head. Not that any of you worms know.
Chuckling to herself, Mara slid along the ceiling to avoid detection. It wasn't like these worms were the ones that interested her. No, she was interested in king worm over there. Sliding along the ceiling, she found her target staring at... something on a screen. Oh right. It was the 21st century here, not the 121st. They still had things like screens instead of holograms for everything.
How convenient. She slipped under the desk her mark was working on. She could bite the wires, yes. But wires tasted worse than lemons and their fellow disgusting relatives. Okay, scratch that. Wires were more disgusting than mint, but not as bad as citrus fruits. Sliding below, she found an opening. Her shadow blended into the doctor's for a moment before it slipped out. Blech. Shadow passing through a human never got easy.
Scaling the desk, she figured it would be time to reveal herself. From her shadow, Mara allowed her eyes to manifest, eerie green...
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Post by ThePopcornFairy on Dec 5, 2018 12:26:22 GMT -5
Dr. Pendleton idly typed away in the document he had opened... only to stop, read what he had written, and promptly erase it all. He tried again, stopping after two sentences with a hard frown and another Ctrl+A Backspace. This went on a few more times before the doctor simply leaned his chin into his hand and allowed himself a moment just to think about what he wanted to say.
Well... what did he want to say? He was so used to writing full reports after every mission, but the tone he used for those documents –that being stoic professionalism– seemed unbefitting of what he was trying to do here. Plus, there was just so much on his mind at that moment that this seemed like both a daunting task in comparison and the last thing he should've been concerned about. But he knew he needed to do this. It was very possible that he wouldn't get another chance to-
"Jesus!" Dr. Pendleton jumped out of his seat and stumbled back a few steps, startling a few nearby technicians in the process. For lack of anything else to brandish, he blindly grabbed a wrench off a nearby table and pointed it at the glowing green eyes under his desk.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Dec 5, 2018 12:48:08 GMT -5
"Hello, doctor," said apparently the green-eyed shadow. "Glad to know that you are now aware of my presence. Unlike your security systems."
From the shadow, nine green tendrils emerged, wrapping into a paw-like shape. "Won't you shake a poor kitty's paw? My claws won't come out. That much." After a few seconds of waiting, Mara manifested her whole body instead of just her tendrils and eyes, grinning wickedly. She purred at the screen. "Cat got your tongue, doctor? Or something on your mind?"
Reaching out with her tendrils, Mara ensnared the wrench. "I believe we can talk like civilized people. It would be better than shackling your soul to my whims, especially for your precious daughter."
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Post by ThePopcornFairy on Dec 5, 2018 13:24:38 GMT -5
Dr. Pendleton didn't speak as the cat showed herself, nor did he give her makeshift handshake offering the slightest glance. He barely even noticed the other technicians starting to gather around in apparent alarm and concern. He simply maintained eye contact with those bright green orbs, shooting them a hard, cold scowl. The only movements he made were to quickly reach over and minimize the document window on his monitor, returning to his previous position immediately thereafter in an effort to maintain the distance between him and this weird cat.
When Mara grabbed his wrench, Dr. Pendleton tightened his grip and finally made his voice heard. "Nix the small talk. What do you want?"
"Dr. Pendleton, what is this thing?"
"Haven't the slightest. All I know is that someone in security is getting fired today."
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Dec 5, 2018 13:42:18 GMT -5
"Oh, goodie. You speck-wearing humans can talk like normal people," Mara replied, not letting go of the wrench. "I merely came to offer... a deal, good doctor. Please call me Mara."
Two small orbs of flame floated around the demonic cat. Mara stared into one, purring. "I know where your precious daughter is with that blonde buffoon of a host," she said, as if the flame offered her some kind of advice. "Oh? What's this? I see him being shoved into a trunk. Apparently, your daughter isn't the only one who has to worry about oxygen." The second flame came into view, and the cat stared into this. "Hmm... interesting... very interesting... Oh, that could handle the problem for sure..."
Mara looked into Dr. Pendleton's eyes. "By any chance, was the original target a mage named Riordan von Felden? And your goal, to observe his companions, an anthromorphic racoon named Mickey Bennett, and a... hybrid thing named Cataria Calypso Cackowski?"
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Post by ThePopcornFairy on Dec 5, 2018 13:56:58 GMT -5
A few technicians eyed each other warily, murmuring amongst themselves. Dr. Pendleton, meanwhile, stayed firmly rooted where he was, eyes still trained on Mara, hand still engaged in a standstill game of tug-o-war for the wrench. "Oh, stop being so coy about it and get to the point. How do you know about any of this? What the hell kind of 'deal' could you possibly have?"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Dec 5, 2018 14:28:17 GMT -5
"How do I know about this, doctor? Why, simple. Your security systems can't detect a shadow, my dear." Mara purred. "I may have gone through a few files. Or maybe I overheard a few things. Take your pick."
"And now, our deal." Mara's eyes began to glow a sickly green. "I will track down your daughter, the blonde buffoon, your missing chip, and whatever else you may need." She breathed a small burst of flames, creating the shapes of the subjects in question. "In exchange, you will hand over the schematics of your shrinking technology to me. Now, I didn't say you couldn't keep a copy..."
A pair of green draconic wings, formed purely of the same energy a her tendrils, burst into existence on Mara's back for a moment, quickly fading away. "So... do we have a deal, doctor? I'd say you'd be getting the better end of it, but that would be cliche..."
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Post by ThePopcornFairy on Dec 5, 2018 14:53:03 GMT -5
"What, what?!"
"Don't we have enough people trying to steal our stuff?!"
"I don't know, guys. I mean, the sooner the better, right?"
"Really?! You're gonna trust this thing?!"
"Yeah, it looks like a little Aunt Jemima pussy!"
"I'm just saying, is this project really worth salvaging at this point?"
"Maybe not, but that doesn't mean handing over dangerous information to weird strangers!"
"Wait, Ted, what the hell did you just call it...?"
"No."
At that one word, the assembled technicians fell silent, turning their attention on Dr. Pendleton as he stood his ground and tightened his grip around the wrench he and Mara still held. "I'm not about to rip my life's work out of one hack's hands just to drop it into another. Even with the setbacks, we're perfectly capable of finding that pod and the missing chip. So thanks but no thanks. We won't be needing your assistance."
"Yeah, so take your voodoo elsewhere, ya little bootlip!"
"Okay, seriously, Ted, how long has this been a thing?"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Dec 5, 2018 15:05:01 GMT -5
"I see..." Mara purred, her tone toxic. "Well. I suppose if you won't listen to reason, then I will have to use force. In advance, I'm not sorry."
The cat demon began chanting to herself, a toxic green circle of eldritch runes forming around her. She released the wrench; this method would be far more effective. Her tendrils raised into the air, her glowing green eyes circling the room as her head twisted Exorcist-style...
I̭̺̰ͣ̽̀͊̂͗ͫͫͧ'̧̥͇ͭͪ͐́̒́d̬͙͚̪͚͙͎̾̓ͪ̅̽̐́ͅ ̘̍͋͞s̨̨͙̻͈̥̫̻͑̏̎̐̇͊́t͔̮͇̟͇̬̮͙̓ͯã̤̺̼̊ͦ̊̊r̢̥͉̎̀̓́̍t̡̥̣̲̾͗ͦͩ ̎̄̌͌҉̱͕̤͕͜b̬̥̻̪͖̗̙̟̀̈͗͗̃̈́̚̚͞͞ȩ̝͇͙͎̓͑̍̒̆̏̽l͕ͨͥ̀̏ͪͬ͟͟i̩̟͙̫̝̗ͮ͂͌̾̀͟e̵͔͕̩̣̱̐̆ͯ́v̸̢̗̰̺͔̣̲̰̰̆̑͊̀̌͆͒̓̽į̭͖̝͚ͤ́͐ͪͫ̓͘͢n̹͓͙̼̜̫̗͙̔̒ͦ̓ͧ͛̕͠͝g̼͕̜͎̥̬̼̼̒͋ ͒̾҉̢͎̗̹̣͚͓̰į̠̣͈̻̞̺͎̙̜̃̅ͪ̒̐̓͟͝n̥̩͈͎͇͍̲̝̳̈́ͫ͗͜͟ ̺̝̺̱̩̙̳͎̗ͪ̽ͫ̔͘͞t͕̞͉ͯͥ̊̌̅̒̆̂͟h̟̪̗̠͋ͫ̀͛͢e̛͉̤̞̳̝̓͂̾ ͂͐ͣ͐̓̉̕͏̦͔s͇̝̉͐̿ͦu̷̸̜̱̥̭̓͑̄p̶̼̰̝̝̎̽̑ͅe̶̮̺̗̬̦̽ͨ͆̎̚͢ͅrͪ̾͛ͪͭ͗́̉͘͜͏̲̩̝̜͉n͉̟̮͇̎̓ͭ͛͜ą̠͔̺ͤ̃̆̀̆ͥ̀̓͡t̼͖̆͢ṳ̜̼̝̬̙͙̲̓̋̉̋́̏͠r̙̘̘̙̠͌͛͑͘a̧̯̾͊͟l̩̬̲͙̭̮͂͐ͨ̊ͫ̅̅́͟ ̶̲̜̖̣̰̃͒i̧͉̥ͥ͋̈́̆ͨͩ̈ͧͣ͜f͊̋̒̅̿̏̈́̃҉̫̜͖̤͔͔̮̕ ̻͕̯̟͎͔̏̒̀Ì̫̞̝̟̘̼̜͇̭͛ͣ̇ͭ ̪̯͎̻̫̥͔̈ͯ̽͟w̡̫̮͇͙̝͈̅ͬ̐̀e̷̤̲͍̎̊ͬ̓͜rͮ͗̒ͤ̊̎̆҉̶̯̖̰͕e͋̅ͦͨ̔̋̋̌͆͏̠̯̱̗ ͬͤ̂͏҉̻̠͍̺̯̮̣̬y̵̫͙̿̅ǫ̤̬̦͋̂̎u̢̳̙̱͔͉͇̗̭̹͒͆̽̾̀͢.̴̝̘̻͖̰̤̻ͥ͞
Dr. Pendleton, and his technicians, might have began to feel weightless, loose... drifting... detached from the outside world.
B͊̇̊͒̓͒ͪ̔̇̊ͪ͒͒̿ͤ́̚҉̭̰̝̰̦͔̱͡͠É̵̵̶͙̥͍̠̙͉̋̌ͨͩͫ̑ͩͪͤ̂ͪ̄͘͠C̷̹̤̲͔̫͚̞̟̲͖̰̼͓̖̭͇͊͂͆ͧ͋ͭ͊͊̎̍ͥ̾̒́̕͞Ã̺͕̱̻̘̘̘̫̜̯ͧ̇͋̅̃͐̀̂̎̎ͦͬ̊̋̃́͜U̶̅̇̓͌̈̄̑̑̽ͭ̉͒҉҉̮̯̝̹̝̻̭̲͍͈͙͚̣͖ͅS̡ͧ͒̈́̏̆͌͛ͥͮ̋̎̆ͫ͟҉̸̭͈̘̭̲̻̱͇̯̪͔̝̯͓̠̗͡Ḛ̡͔̪̱͙̟͖̳̤̩ͭͬ͑̓̋͐̓̈́̽̆ͨ͆͒ͩ̑̊͟͜͟͝ͅ ̡̧̼̘͚̼̙̭̦̣͖̬͚̣̆̎̇̇ͭ̇̽ͥ̚͝Y̶̡͗̍̅ͦͨ͘͠͏̝̯̣̪̗͖̼̪̞͈͖̪̺̪̟͚̬ͅͅȌ̴̧͓̭̟̰̻̩̼͌ͮ̇̚Ṵ̫̤͕͇̞̙͓̔̃ͣ̽̔͗̊͊͌̓͒̈̉͊̈́̑ͬ̾̿́'̵̌̇̎̇͛͛ͣͤ̃̃ͮ͆̂ͭ͛͛̏̃͌͠͡͏̹̩̰͓̭̦̫̺̥͕͍̦̪̞̤̙̪R̾ͣ͑͏̷̱͓͚͎̘͓̖͚̭̘̖͙̕͜͝E͌ͣ̌͊͛͗̉͊̐̃̿ͤͧ͏̨̬̝͔ ̡̧̣͚͖̗͙̽ͦ̓ͦ̊ͦ̆ͪ̇͋͐ͬ͒͐̇͑̈̆́I̶̸̼͈̝̪͆̾ͯ̈́ͭͥ̿̎́͘N̵̵̛̩͕̜̬̘̺̟͚̖̈́̏̂̾̈́ͪ͑ͭ͛̊̚̕͢ͅ ̡̧̨͇̬̣̬̳̮͍̬͓̦̮̝̜̻͕̎ͯ͛ͮ͌̅͊̆ͥͤͥ̀͝M̶̴̹̝͍̳̞̿͗̐ͬ̔̔͋̒͛̏ͣ̄̋͂ͫͩͬ̀Ỷ̷̙̖͇̞͙̂̇͑͂̅ͦ̀ͨͥͮ̅͋̽ͯ̇͐͝ ̸̵̵͕͇̠̺̦͌̀͒ͫ͂̅̉̆͠W̶̃̆̆ͫͦ̿̀҉̫͈̫̳͕̬͔̲̫̻̮̫̲̪̕ͅǪ̵̢̢̨̙͎̘̰͎͓̭̤̮̪͚̗̺̥͓̗͐̈́̊͌ͅȒ̙͖̘̳̪̼̜̪̣̯̰̭̲̹ͧ̌̌ͩ̃̌̓ͦͮ̽͜͝Ļ̸̛̭͙͎̮̝̻̺͎͙̤͕͉̬̼͓̥͛͒̋͑̉̎̓͗̄̈́̋ͯ̃̈D̂̊ͮ́ͫͧ͒̀̕͜͠͏͈̣̳͕ ̷̶̝̱̖̱̔̆ͩ̆͛̅ͯ́̚N̢̧͈̺̭͉̘̙̫̥̟͎̰ͬ̀̅ͨ̒̾̀̓͒̈ͧ̄̋͛̾̏̾̕Ṍ̵͇̬͚̻̪̞̝͇͕̞͖͔̜̋ͫ̏͛̒̂͐ͪ̄ͯͫ̀͘͝͡W̵̛͆͋ͧͭͥ͗̓̽̐̄̏̋̋͑͠͏̦̣̖̬̝̤̱̬͉̝͚̜̫̤͙̫̮,͌̈͋ͯ̽͂̓ͨ̏̚͘͏̞̤̱̬͎̘̹͖̭̘̳͈͙̠̱̝ ̗̱̙͇̘̮͕ͪ̔̔́ͣ̽̒̓͗ͪ̑͢L̨ͫ̃͒̎̑̾̿ͨ̏̂̐̓͂͑͊ͧ͘̕͏̱̗͔̬Ì̑ͦ̈́̂̓͒̓́͋̊͛̒̄ͫ̓̐͋͜͏̡͍̣̬̦͚̠͈̠̩̳͇̻̱͚͢T̶͐̓̑̈́̅҉̪͖̮͈̙͍͙͕̜̼̠̮̭͇̟́͜Ṯ̸̨̬͈̮͓̳̅̽̀̓̃ͮ̆͗͗ͨ̿ͭ̽ͭLͮ͂̃ͯ̌̂͏̛̬͉̺͔̼̤̯̬E̒̂͆̏̏͐͌̏ͫ͞҉͏̣̯̠̲̝̲̀ͅ ͓̥̫̼̟͙̗̟̣̖̊̓̔ͭͭ̓̃̉̎͛͗̆̂̅͜Wͥ͋̔͂̈̚҉̗̼̤͎̱͉̬̪̜̥͖͕͔͢O̹̻̣̟̤͙̤̣̘̤̪̯̺̗̜͌ͯ̇ͧ̄̆̒̈́̕͟͡ͅR̔ͭ̏̌͐͌̽̑ͨ͟͝҉̴̝̣̗̘͚̻̘͖̜̖̣̞̬̮̺͉Mͫ̈́̒̊̆̇̂ͪͬ̑͏̛̞̮͎̫̞̀͟͜S̵̨̯̩̹̭̩͕̪̖̘̗̟̦͒ͪ̆ͣ̑̆̀̈̓ͅ.̢͇̳͎͎̥̘̞̪̣̦̖̽͂̍͒͊̒̄̽ͫ̔̕͠
And then, release from this state. Mara purred again, a toxic sound.
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Post by ThePopcornFairy on Dec 5, 2018 15:25:32 GMT -5
Í̢͜͞͡t̷̸̡̧'́҉̴̶̨s͏̴̸̢҉ ̷̛͝ń̷̴̢͡ó̵̵̢ţ̶͡͡͝ ̷͜҉̸̨t҉̷͡͞h͏͡͝͠a͝t̛ ̸̧̀͠I̴͘͝͡ ̧͟͡d̛͜ó̢n͏̕͟'͟͞t̀̕͟͏͡ ̕͞͠b̕͢͝é͞͝͝l̶i̷̛͢͜͠e҉̷̧͟v̛͏͡e̡͡ ̢͘i̴͟͜ń̴̛͝ ̴̵̨́i̢͟ţ.̧̢.҉̛.̵̛͞
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̶̢̀B̴̴̨͜-͢͢B̧̢͡͡u͢͏̸̴͜t̸̨̀̀ ̨́͝͠ẁ̶̸̛͠ḩ̶̸͜a̢̕t̢͡͡ ̶͢͡͞a̧͜͡b̧̧̢͞o͘͠͏u̕͟͝t̶̢̀͘ ̴̵͢L̴͝͝y̨̡͜d̶̶̡͢͝i̧̢à̷,̵̛͘͘͝ ̨̢́͡s҉̷̢͢í̴̢r͟͏̡̨.̡͟.̛͠.̷҉̸̡͝?͝͞
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҉̢́͢͟I̷̢ţ̷̸͟͝'̷s͏̨͜͞ ̀͘͞t͝͝͝͠h̸̢̛́a̴̵͢t̨͟͠ ̢̧͟Į͏͢ ͞d̶̡͘͜o̧͢ń͘͟͠'̴̛̕͝͏t҉́͝ ̢͘͞t̨̕͜͜r̨̢͏̛͡u̶̸͜s̵͏̶͏t̀̕ ̶̵͢͟í͢t̷̸͡.̷̢̛͢.̧̕.̨͘͞
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̸́͡Ş́͠h̢́̕é̵̛ ̡͟͡͝d̶͘͘͠o͏҉͏ę̷̵͘͞s̢͡n̢̕͘͢'̴̛͘͝ţ̨͡ ̶͡͠͞n̨͘̕͞e̵̵͜e̴͢͟͝d͏̴̕͟ ̵̵̡͟͝a̧̛̕͟͝ ̷̧̀͘͢t̴̸͢e̸̸͏͟a̧͢͜͟c͏̕͏̨ḩ̷͢e̴͢͟r̵̶̴̵,҉҉̸͡͡ ҉̸D̷a̶v̧́͟i̵̧͟d̴̸͘͞.̨͏̡͡
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̷̨Ỳ̸̢o̶̸u͟ ̛̀͜͢͏w̶̴̸a̷ń̵n̷̨͢͢a͏́͘͘.̶͘.҉̕͜.̴͘ ̵̧̡̕͜S̵̴̴̨H̨R̸͠͝I̸͟N̨͘͟͡K̶̵ ́͏̷̧͝m̀͟é̛͡?̸̧̕͢͝?̴͠
͏̷̵͡
͢͟Ś̷̵͜͜h͘͜͢e҉̕͏ ̛n̶̴̨͘͝e̵̢̢͘e͢͝҉̡d͏͝s̷̢̛͜ ̷͘͟͜a͘͏̨̛ ̛́͜͝f̵̴͟a̷̢̢͝͞t̴h̴́̀͞é́͠r̸͏̷.͘͞͠
̸͘͟͝
̸̨̀͞͠Y̸͢ò͜u͏̶̨.̨҉̛҉͏.̢̕͟͞.̧̛͞͏̷ ̸̶Ỳ͢ó̶͡u̡͡͏ ̴̸̀H̷̷̡͝͞Y̸҉̡͢͞P̶̶̡͜͡Ò̀C̀R̵̶̛͟͜I̶͝T̸̡͞Ę̵̨̕͟!͞͝
҉̴̢͟
̸̡Ì̶̛͜͞ ̴w̵̧̨̛͞o̴̧̕͢͝ń̀͠'͢͟͝t҉̢͢ ̷̛l̀҉͞ę̵̢̕t̷͝͏̡͟ ̸͟ýǫ̵̡̀͞u̴͢͏ ̡̢̧͢͝t̸̀̀͟͞o̕͟͡҉͠ú̵̕͠c̶͢h̨͠ ͠͡h͞҉҉e͢r̴͠.̵̧̀͡
̕͟͞
̨̛Ş̵͏ó͞.̶.̵̶͏̧͞.́͘ ͢͡t́͟͡h̀e͏̨҉r̸͡e̕͝'͘͢͞͞s̨̧̕.͟.̡̡̕.̧̡̛͏ ͏̸̢͞n̨͟͞͡ò̶́̕͞t̴́͞͏̕h̶̛̀̀͠ì̶͢͡n̡̛̛͝g̴̸̡͡͝ ̷̨͜ẁ̢̀̕͝e̢̨͏̨̀ ̵̡̨͜͡c̨͜͟͠҉ą͡ń̷̡͜ ̴̀͢͠d̶̡̛͢ò̢͢ ̵̴͘͏t̨̛͢o̵͢͜͠ ̨͜͠s̶̡̡a̛͠v̡͟͡ę̧́͝ ̛҉͟h̵̢̡͝͝ę͢͡͏r̀͘͝?̧́҉̷̛
̸̷̕
̵̛́͝S̡̕͠t̴̷̢͏͜a̸̕͘͟y̨͞ ̸̴͢a̢͝ẁ͟͞͡͝ą͟ỳ̨͘͞͠ ̛̀͘f̶́r̸̨̛̀o͡ḿ ̢͡m̨͡y̡͘ ̵̧͜͡d̛́ą̷̷̕͜ù͘͡g͡͞h̵̡̀t̶̡͘͢è͞r̡͢͞.̴̸҉̢
̸̴̀̀͢
̶͟͝I͡͡'̢͘͢͏̢m̕ ̵̸͢g̶̡̕͟o̧͞҉n҉̸̴͝n̛͘͜͝a̡͡ ̨̢͠f͝ĺ͠ỳ͜ ̴͟͢͝s̴̀́̀͢o̧̕͜͡m̛͘é̡͢ḑ̴̶̛͡a̷͢͞y͟͏,͏̵̷̸̀ ҉̸͟Ḑ́à̕͜͞d҉̧̛.͘҉̡ ̷͢Y̢̧̕͡o̸̷͜͟ù̧̡̀̕'̀͝l̵͘͞͞l̸̢̀͢͡ ̢́͢͡͡s̶͡è̴͜҉e̡͏̀.̷̕͠
Dr. Pendleton snapped to attention, taking deep, shaky breaths. His expression was frozen somewhere halfway between confusion and anger as his eyes darted about.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Dec 5, 2018 15:49:13 GMT -5
Mara purred loudly, seeing the doctor's eyes dart about the room. "So," she said. "Do we have an agreement, or do I need to shackle your soul for a bit longer? Or should I make you my slave until you get the hint?" Her tendrils twitched, scanning the room to see the reactions of any other humans that she had... ah, shackled.
"You're an intelligent man, Dr. Pendleton. I'd hate to destroy such a brilliant mind, but I won't hesitate..."
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Post by ThePopcornFairy on Dec 5, 2018 16:08:05 GMT -5
Dr. Pendleton stood there, glaring daggers at Mara, his body heaving slightly with every heavy breath. He showed not the slightest hint of fear. Only the stalwart resolve and stubbornness everyone knew him for pushed to eleven.
The technicians were a little more shaken, some more visibly than others, clutching their heads or chests, questioning what had just happened, struggling to come down from a wave of nausea and panic. It was taking most of them a bit longer to collect themselves, with some outright slinking away to escape this den of discomfort. Eventually, one of them managed to turn to the boss and just barely squeak, "Sir...?"
"Everyone, back to your stations," Dr. Pendleton ordered lowly. "I'll deal with her alone."
"B-But sir-"
"Finish. Fixing. The chamber."
No one knew how to respond to that sharp, frustrated order, and after that unsettling experience, most weren't willing to even attempt a response. One by one, the technicians turned and walked away, keeping their wary glances turned in Dr. Pendleton's direction as they tried their best to return to their work in spite of the company.
Once he had Mara alone, Dr. Pendleton snarled, "Why would something like you need my technology? In my experience, magic and science tend to clash."
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Dec 5, 2018 16:17:38 GMT -5
"I politely disagree, doctor. It seems as though humans don't change- so close-minded."
Now alone with Dr. Pendleton, Mara climbed up onto his desk, to better get at eye level. "There are things that are easier with magic, and things that are easier with technology. Now, I could tear out your soul with ease, or bend you to my whims, but I prefer a more... mundane method of manipulating the masses." She poked at the computer. "Is that an actual screen? Where I was from, everything was holograms."
Anyhoo! "These tendrils of mine can do more than just grab things. Why, I was able to take control of a giant's mind with these! His soul was mine for the taking! Of course, at my size..." As if to emphasize her being a bit too large to fit into most craniums, Mara stretched out on the desk. "Now, I won't bore you with my plans, doctor. I figure you'd find my visions a bit... mundane."
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