It thwacks him lightly over the head with its tail. “I am NOT a dog!”
"Hehe. You let doc call ya that though." he says, laying down in Archons neck fluff
“I absolutely do not! I cannot control the Doctor’s primitive urge for incorrect characters based on bare minimal similarities!” It lets him, but continues to be defensive about being called a dog.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
Archon’s cell is dead silent. It’s checkup time- but every doctor and researcher that has been sent its way has run away screaming, clutching their ears as blood drips from them. A closer examination through the glass would reveal Archon’s grinning skull face, all 50 of its eyes trained on its next prey, the next unfortunate person to be sent to examine it. It refuses to be inspected by anyone other than Dr Anasta or Dr Nox. Its body, now free of filth, is smooth and sleek, making it faster and more difficult to detect. It smells vaguely of olives and incense.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
Archon’s cell is dead silent. It’s checkup time- but every doctor and researcher that has been sent its way has run away screaming, clutching their ears as blood drips from them. A closer examination through the glass would reveal Archon’s grinning skull face, all 50 of its eyes trained on its next prey, the next unfortunate person to be sent to examine it. It refuses to be inspected by anyone other than Dr Anasta or Dr Nox. Its body, now free of filth, is smooth and sleek, making it faster and more difficult to detect. It smells vaguely of olives and incense.
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
Archon’s cell is dead silent. It’s checkup time- but every doctor and researcher that has been sent its way has run away screaming, clutching their ears as blood drips from them. A closer examination through the glass would reveal Archon’s grinning skull face, all 50 of its eyes trained on its next prey, the next unfortunate person to be sent to examine it. It refuses to be inspected by anyone other than Dr Anasta or Dr Nox. Its body, now free of filth, is smooth and sleek, making it faster and more difficult to detect. It smells vaguely of olives and incense.
Anasta watches the last researcher that tried to talk to 1212 run down the hallway, spots of blooding following them. She raised an eyebrow but her eyes betrayed a cold hint to them that she could not care more or less.
"Archon." She said and stood in front of its cage. She placed one hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes. "I thought we had a deal that you would not harm anyone under 02 level."
It thwacks him lightly over the head with its tail. “I am NOT a dog!”
"Hehe. You let doc call ya that though." he says, laying down in Archons neck fluff
“I absolutely do not! I cannot control the Doctor’s primitive urge for incorrect characters based on bare minimal similarities!” It lets him, but continues to be defensive about being called a dog.
Anasta watches the last researcher that tried to talk to 1212 run down the hallway, spots of blooding following them. She raised an eyebrow but her eyes betrayed a cold hint to them that she could not care more or less.
"Archon." She said and stood in front of its cage. She placed one hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes. "I thought we had a deal that you would not harm anyone under 02 level."
It chuffs. “They harmed themselves. I forget how fragile the human populace is- even the Soldier Thomas is able to handle my voice without ears bleeding.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Anasta watches the last researcher that tried to talk to 1212 run down the hallway, spots of blooding following them. She raised an eyebrow but her eyes betrayed a cold hint to them that she could not care more or less.
"Archon." She said and stood in front of its cage. She placed one hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes. "I thought we had a deal that you would not harm anyone under 02 level."
It chuffs. “They harmed themselves. I forget how fragile the human populace is- even the Soldier Thomas is able to handle my voice without ears bleeding.”
"Hm." She said "It is still harming and i just saw run away, physically bleeding" She sat down outside the cage, watching Archon through cold blue eyes, like two pieces of ice.
Thomas is fighting Chaos Insurgents with one of their weapons he stole.
Nox is writing reports in his office.
Ryan is in the medical bay.
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
Thomas is fighting Chaos Insurgents with one of their weapons he stole.
Nox is writing reports in his office.
Ryan is in the medical bay.
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
There is a loud boom and another ding as an elevator opens down the hallway
Thomas is fighting Chaos Insurgents with one of their weapons he stole.
Nox is writing reports in his office.
Ryan is in the medical bay.
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
There is a loud boom and another ding as an elevator opens down the hallway
She, on instinct, grabs the railing inside the elevator. She peeks out and looks around.
Thomas is fighting Chaos Insurgents with one of their weapons he stole.
Nox is writing reports in his office.
Ryan is in the medical bay.
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
There is a loud boom and another ding as an elevator opens down the hallway
She, on instinct, grabs the railing inside the elevator. She peeks out and looks around.
*Oh yeah. Can we continue therapy?*
Thomas is staggering down the hallway, firing a stolen pistol behind him. "DOC BACK INSIDE!"
Thomas is fighting Chaos Insurgents with one of their weapons he stole.
Nox is writing reports in his office.
Ryan is in the medical bay.
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
There is a loud boom and another ding as an elevator opens down the hallway
She, on instinct, grabs the railing inside the elevator. She peeks out and looks around.
*Oh yeah. Can we continue therapy?*
Thomas is staggering down the hallway, firing a stolen pistol behind him. "DOC BACK INSIDE!"
*Of course :D*
Anasta outright ignores him and rushes out, getting the barrel of the gun. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" She said.
Anasta watches the last researcher that tried to talk to 1212 run down the hallway, spots of blooding following them. She raised an eyebrow but her eyes betrayed a cold hint to them that she could not care more or less.
"Archon." She said and stood in front of its cage. She placed one hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes. "I thought we had a deal that you would not harm anyone under 02 level."
It chuffs. “They harmed themselves. I forget how fragile the human populace is- even the Soldier Thomas is able to handle my voice without ears bleeding.”
"Hm." She said "It is still harming and i just saw run away, physically bleeding" She sat down outside the cage, watching Archon through cold blue eyes, like two pieces of ice.
Archon cooes, meeting her gaze. “I told them the conditions of my examination. They did not heed my warning and, rightfully so, faced the consequences.” It drums its talons against the glass. “Even so, it is pleasant every now and then to remind your Foundation that I am not a lab rat.” it flashes its teeth. “I bite. Especially weak minded individuals that are easy to scare. Nonetheless, I do not want some idiot poking around my body. Consider it a.. weeding out process.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Thomas is fighting Chaos Insurgents with one of their weapons he stole.
Nox is writing reports in his office.
Ryan is in the medical bay.
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
There is a loud boom and another ding as an elevator opens down the hallway
She, on instinct, grabs the railing inside the elevator. She peeks out and looks around.
*Oh yeah. Can we continue therapy?*
Thomas is staggering down the hallway, firing a stolen pistol behind him. "DOC BACK INSIDE!"
*Of course :D*
Anasta outright ignores him and rushes out, getting the barrel of the gun. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" She said.
*oki*
"Chaos Insurgents." he says, forcing her behind a wall as bullets crack the concrete.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Anasta watches the last researcher that tried to talk to 1212 run down the hallway, spots of blooding following them. She raised an eyebrow but her eyes betrayed a cold hint to them that she could not care more or less.
"Archon." She said and stood in front of its cage. She placed one hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes. "I thought we had a deal that you would not harm anyone under 02 level."
It chuffs. “They harmed themselves. I forget how fragile the human populace is- even the Soldier Thomas is able to handle my voice without ears bleeding.”
"Hm." She said "It is still harming and i just saw run away, physically bleeding" She sat down outside the cage, watching Archon through cold blue eyes, like two pieces of ice.
Archon cooes, meeting her gaze. “I told them the conditions of my examination. They did not heed my warning and, rightfully so, faced the consequences.” It drums its talons against the glass. “Even so, it is pleasant every now and then to remind your Foundation that I am not a lab rat.” it flashes its teeth. “I bite. Especially weak minded individuals that are easy to scare. Nonetheless, I do not want some idiot poking around my body. Consider it a.. weeding out process.”
Her hand balls up a bit to the point that the knuckles turn whiter than snow. "We made a deal 1212" She said "And i told you what would happen if you broke this deal." She said and chuckled "I have been more than fair, even lifting it to the point where you can wander to wherever you want.. But perhaps there needs to be specific borders set."
Thomas is fighting Chaos Insurgents with one of their weapons he stole.
Nox is writing reports in his office.
Ryan is in the medical bay.
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
There is a loud boom and another ding as an elevator opens down the hallway
She, on instinct, grabs the railing inside the elevator. She peeks out and looks around.
*Oh yeah. Can we continue therapy?*
Thomas is staggering down the hallway, firing a stolen pistol behind him. "DOC BACK INSIDE!"
*Of course :D*
Anasta outright ignores him and rushes out, getting the barrel of the gun. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" She said.
*oki*
"Chaos Insurgents." he says, forcing her behind a wall as bullets crack the concrete.
"Thomas!" She said and forced herself from him "What did you do?!"
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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“I absolutely do not! I cannot control the Doctor’s primitive urge for incorrect characters based on bare minimal similarities!” It lets him, but continues to be defensive about being called a dog.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*mmmmmm spaghetti*
*Added Archon :) I’ll do Kai next*
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Archon’s cell is dead silent. It’s checkup time- but every doctor and researcher that has been sent its way has run away screaming, clutching their ears as blood drips from them. A closer examination through the glass would reveal Archon’s grinning skull face, all 50 of its eyes trained on its next prey, the next unfortunate person to be sent to examine it. It refuses to be inspected by anyone other than Dr Anasta or Dr Nox. Its body, now free of filth, is smooth and sleek, making it faster and more difficult to detect. It smells vaguely of olives and incense.
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Anasta watches the last researcher that tried to talk to 1212 run down the hallway, spots of blooding following them. She raised an eyebrow but her eyes betrayed a cold hint to them that she could not care more or less.
"Archon." She said and stood in front of its cage. She placed one hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes. "I thought we had a deal that you would not harm anyone under 02 level."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Heh. Alright."
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Thomas is fighting Chaos Insurgents with one of their weapons he stole.
Nox is writing reports in his office.
Ryan is in the medical bay.
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It chuffs. “They harmed themselves. I forget how fragile the human populace is- even the Soldier Thomas is able to handle my voice without ears bleeding.”
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"Hm." She said "It is still harming and i just saw run away, physically bleeding" She sat down outside the cage, watching Archon through cold blue eyes, like two pieces of ice.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
There is a loud boom and another ding as an elevator opens down the hallway
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She, on instinct, grabs the railing inside the elevator. She peeks out and looks around.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Oh yeah. Can we continue therapy?*
Thomas is staggering down the hallway, firing a stolen pistol behind him. "DOC BACK INSIDE!"
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Anasta outright ignores him and rushes out, getting the barrel of the gun. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" She said.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Archon cooes, meeting her gaze. “I told them the conditions of my examination. They did not heed my warning and, rightfully so, faced the consequences.” It drums its talons against the glass. “Even so, it is pleasant every now and then to remind your Foundation that I am not a lab rat.” it flashes its teeth. “I bite. Especially weak minded individuals that are easy to scare. Nonetheless, I do not want some idiot poking around my body. Consider it a.. weeding out process.”
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*oki*
"Chaos Insurgents." he says, forcing her behind a wall as bullets crack the concrete.
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(hello)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Her hand balls up a bit to the point that the knuckles turn whiter than snow. "We made a deal 1212" She said "And i told you what would happen if you broke this deal." She said and chuckled "I have been more than fair, even lifting it to the point where you can wander to wherever you want.. But perhaps there needs to be specific borders set."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Thomas!" She said and forced herself from him "What did you do?!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘