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removeimpurity) wrote2013-03-13 07:54 pm
removeimpurity) wrote2013-03-13 07:54 pm
Tenth Incision [Action, Voice; Backdated to the 10th]
[March 10th]
[Syre's return to the village on the 10th is rather anti-climactic. Though she seethes with anger, none of it is related to the cage in which she finds herself again -- the Malnosso are not the source of her ire, not this time.]
[Her fury, in this case, is directed toward a different set of foes, soldiers and commanders a long, long way from here, whose swords have cut down all but the most loyal of her forces...]
[As the haze of hatred and anger clears from her conscious mind, jade eyes glance idly around what she realizes is her apartment. Her books are exactly as she had left them, with the most recent pages laid open and unfinished.]
[The first thing she does is collect all of her research and pack her bag, and then she gets moving, despite the lateness. Her destination is the Battle Dome -- a place where she can run as many experiments, as many tests, as she needs to get the data she requires. After all, this work of hers needs finishing -- especially if she can use it when she returns to Selles...]
[March 11th to March 14th]
[Loathe though she is to admit, Syre still has base needs to attend to.]
[Every once in a while, the alchemist can be seen flitting out of the Battle Dome, whether to grab a quick meal at the restaurants or to replenish supplies at the Item Shops.]
[Those that encounter her on these errands will notice that she's decidedly less friendly, and that her actions are quicker and more to the point than before; she's in no mood to make idle small talk, and in even less of a mood to stay out of the Dome for very long...]
[March 15th]
[It is somewhere about 7pm when a thought crosses Syre's mind.]
[Simulations are not enough. Simulations are predictable, and predictability leads to inaccurate results.]
[She ends the last of her simulations, and sets her things aside. In her mind, the only way to remedy this issue is to use live subjects.]
[Well, perhaps she can head out, explore the village, and perhaps find some... willing participants for her use...]
[March 17th, Early Morning]
[The journal begins broadcasting at what would normally be an hour entirely too early for Syre.]
[What is most noticeable in this is that the Ecliptian isn't calm, isn't cheery, isn't angry...]
[...but is crying. Half-choked sobs filter over the audio stream, and the older woman seems not to notice that the whole of the enclosure can hear her now.]
Gods... Gods Above, what will I become? What madness awaits me on that battlefield?
[The memories of her future are all but foggy remnants now, but what Syre remembers -- and the fresher memories of what she's done -- haunts her like a specter.]
[She doesn't believe that she could be possible of such atrocities... but she is. She is, and she was so easily willing to justify them...]
[Her sobbing begins again in earnest, much louder this time. It doesn't seem like she'll be stopping any time soon...]
((Advance Trigger Warnings for threads in this post: Violent actions, gory descriptions, and possible talk of suicide. When replying, please be sure to state the date of the interaction -- anytime between the 10th to the 17th!))
[Syre's return to the village on the 10th is rather anti-climactic. Though she seethes with anger, none of it is related to the cage in which she finds herself again -- the Malnosso are not the source of her ire, not this time.]
[Her fury, in this case, is directed toward a different set of foes, soldiers and commanders a long, long way from here, whose swords have cut down all but the most loyal of her forces...]
[As the haze of hatred and anger clears from her conscious mind, jade eyes glance idly around what she realizes is her apartment. Her books are exactly as she had left them, with the most recent pages laid open and unfinished.]
[The first thing she does is collect all of her research and pack her bag, and then she gets moving, despite the lateness. Her destination is the Battle Dome -- a place where she can run as many experiments, as many tests, as she needs to get the data she requires. After all, this work of hers needs finishing -- especially if she can use it when she returns to Selles...]
[March 11th to March 14th]
[Loathe though she is to admit, Syre still has base needs to attend to.]
[Every once in a while, the alchemist can be seen flitting out of the Battle Dome, whether to grab a quick meal at the restaurants or to replenish supplies at the Item Shops.]
[Those that encounter her on these errands will notice that she's decidedly less friendly, and that her actions are quicker and more to the point than before; she's in no mood to make idle small talk, and in even less of a mood to stay out of the Dome for very long...]
[March 15th]
[It is somewhere about 7pm when a thought crosses Syre's mind.]
[Simulations are not enough. Simulations are predictable, and predictability leads to inaccurate results.]
[She ends the last of her simulations, and sets her things aside. In her mind, the only way to remedy this issue is to use live subjects.]
[Well, perhaps she can head out, explore the village, and perhaps find some... willing participants for her use...]
[March 17th, Early Morning]
[The journal begins broadcasting at what would normally be an hour entirely too early for Syre.]
[What is most noticeable in this is that the Ecliptian isn't calm, isn't cheery, isn't angry...]
[...but is crying. Half-choked sobs filter over the audio stream, and the older woman seems not to notice that the whole of the enclosure can hear her now.]
Gods... Gods Above, what will I become? What madness awaits me on that battlefield?
[The memories of her future are all but foggy remnants now, but what Syre remembers -- and the fresher memories of what she's done -- haunts her like a specter.]
[She doesn't believe that she could be possible of such atrocities... but she is. She is, and she was so easily willing to justify them...]
[Her sobbing begins again in earnest, much louder this time. It doesn't seem like she'll be stopping any time soon...]
((Advance Trigger Warnings for threads in this post: Violent actions, gory descriptions, and possible talk of suicide. When replying, please be sure to state the date of the interaction -- anytime between the 10th to the 17th!))
[March 15 | Later in the Day because I'm an idiot and misread that as 7 a.m.]
Though Robert worries for Don in this weather - especially with his anniversary with the Turtle passing the day before - he tries to make himself calmer by focusing on the tea he's preparing, rather than the journal laid out on the table before him. He is determined to make this day normal - even if he hasn't been doing the best job until now.
This is why he is not paying attention to any possible... unwelcome visitors. And he's completely alone... all too easy a target for someone who needs a willing, pliant subject to study.]
[March 15 | Later in the Day | I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG BLUH BLUH]
[A smart move, indeed.]
[Her arrival at House 55 is announced with a simple knock at the door. Robert is a willing scientist -- he, if anyone, should understand the need for data that comes from more than just a simulated experiment.]
[Hopefully, she won't have to do anything unsavory.]
[ffff it is absolutely fine o/`]
The man is dressed in sleep clothes and a housecoat despite the early hour; lounging clothes, or whatever is closest for him. This should indicate to Syre that he's clearly not ready for any sort of intense study - obviously it's up to her to motivate him, right?]
... Ah... Syre...?
no subject
[Her smile is as friendly as can be, her head inclined slightly.] I didn't mean to bother you, but... well.
[She folds her arms loosely, glancing aside.] I've been trying to work on something for a few days now, and I'm receiving... sub-par results. I was hoping you'd be able to help.
no subject
Of course... do you have the results in question here? Perhaps I should... ch-change, to better assist...
[He has no idea there's anything wrong. After all, Syre's acting entirely normal.]
no subject
[If you cooperate are the unspoken words there.]
Unfortunately, I do not have my results with me. I've brought all of my materials back to my apartment.
no subject
no subject
I mean... I'd like be done with this business as soon as I could, if it's all right with you? The sooner I get some better results, the sooner I can finish this particular bit of research.
no subject
Still, the uncertainty is evident on his face.]
If you insist... [He cautiously steps toward Syre and the door. Some part of him notes the snow and how thick it is... as a precaution, he throws one of his coats over his thinner clothes.
The coat won't make it home later.]... Shall we be... off, then?
no subject
[Syre holds open the door for Robert -- the night air is cold, but Robert should be able to handle it fairly well.]
[Once they actually get moving, Syre will take the more direct paths to CH3 -- there isn't any reason to sneak around now.]
no subject
[Robert falls into step easily with her; it feels natural to accompany a fellow scientist to her laboratory-of-sorts to assist with a study. Almost like home.]
no subject
[...and most definitely a contrast to what Syre's work has in store.]
[A growing sense of excitement builds as they ascend the stairs to the floor upon which she lives, and, she reaches and unlocks her apartment door, Syre turns to Robert with an almost uncharacteristically excited smile.]
I hope you're not squeamish, Robert. I daresay my work is of a rather... unsavory nature.
/tags this despite everything. since we can just finish it here if you want ;w;
As an astrobiologist, I... feel quite confident that little would... cause me to feel uncomfortable...
[This is of course because he expects nothing of what Syre might truly be meaning.]