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?!"
"I didn't do anything except kill a few of them! You know why they are here Doc? They want those SCP's lose in the world." He says, covering a bullet wound with his free hand.
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?!"
"I didn't do anything except kill a few of them! You know why they are here Doc? They want those SCP's lose in the world." He says, covering a bullet wound with his free hand.
She hissed and moved past him. She picked her pistol from its holster around her shoulder and fired. (Hit: 17 Damage: 17)
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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."
It stares at her silently for a few moments. “Fine. I will allow these.. idiots into my cell. I will allow them to probe me like an animal. But if they injure themselves during their inspection, do not blame me.” It hisses. “My physiology is much more complex than an evolved monkey’s.”
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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."
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."
It stares at her silently for a few moments. “Fine. I will allow these.. idiots into my cell. I will allow them to probe me like an animal. But if they injure themselves during their inspection, do not blame me.” It hisses. “My physiology is much more complex than an evolved monkey’s.”
"Hm." She said and stood up, tying her hair back into a bun "Good because i don't think you want to lose your freedom just yet..... But i am unable to control you. I know you could kill me if you wanted and i know you have decided to make friends to back yourself up just in case..... This is not a warning, rather a reminder. Do to others as you would like for them to do to you"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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?!"
"I didn't do anything except kill a few of them! You know why they are here Doc? They want those SCP's lose in the world." He says, covering a bullet wound with his free hand.
She hissed and moved past him. She picked her pistol from its holster around her shoulder and fired. (Hit: 17 Damage: 17)
There is a shout of pain as more bullets chip at the concrete. Thomas peeks around the corner and fires as well. "Doc...there are 4 hostiles."
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?!"
"I didn't do anything except kill a few of them! You know why they are here Doc? They want those SCP's lose in the world." He says, covering a bullet wound with his free hand.
She hissed and moved past him. She picked her pistol from its holster around her shoulder and fired. (Hit: 17 Damage: 17)
There is a shout of pain as more bullets chip at the concrete. Thomas peeks around the corner and fires as well. "Doc...there are 4 hostiles."
"All the better to take them head on. Surprise is the best element." She said and replaced the magazine of her pistol.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Hm." She said and stood up, tying her hair back into a bun "Good because i don't think you want to lose your freedom just yet..... But i am unable to control you. I know you could kill me if you wanted and i know you have decided to make friends to back yourself up just in case..... This is not a warning, rather a reminder. Do to others as you would like for them to do to you"
Archon chuffs another laugh. “Quoting the New Testament, Doctor? I did not take you for the pious type.”
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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.
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?!"
"I didn't do anything except kill a few of them! You know why they are here Doc? They want those SCP's lose in the world." He says, covering a bullet wound with his free hand.
She hissed and moved past him. She picked her pistol from its holster around her shoulder and fired. (Hit: 17 Damage: 17)
There is a shout of pain as more bullets chip at the concrete. Thomas peeks around the corner and fires as well. "Doc...there are 4 hostiles."
"All the better to take them head on. Surprise is the best element." She said and replaced the magazine of her pistol.
Thomas checks his rounds. "Got about half a mag. Also doc they have shotguns and rifles. We have pistols..."
"All the better to take them head on. Surprise is the best element." She said and replaced the magazine of her pistol.
Is my assistance needed yet, Doctor? Archon’s voice echoes in a raspy purr. It is me they want, after all.
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"Hm." She said and stood up, tying her hair back into a bun "Good because i don't think you want to lose your freedom just yet..... But i am unable to control you. I know you could kill me if you wanted and i know you have decided to make friends to back yourself up just in case..... This is not a warning, rather a reminder. Do to others as you would like for them to do to you"
Archon chuffs another laugh. “Quoting the New Testament, Doctor? I did not take you for the pious type.”
"No. Im simply stating the rules you have clearly forgotten." She said and then tilted her head to the side, a strained, mocking smile playing on her lips.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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?!"
"I didn't do anything except kill a few of them! You know why they are here Doc? They want those SCP's lose in the world." He says, covering a bullet wound with his free hand.
She hissed and moved past him. She picked her pistol from its holster around her shoulder and fired. (Hit: 17 Damage: 17)
There is a shout of pain as more bullets chip at the concrete. Thomas peeks around the corner and fires as well. "Doc...there are 4 hostiles."
"All the better to take them head on. Surprise is the best element." She said and replaced the magazine of her pistol.
Thomas checks his rounds. "Got about half a mag. Also doc they have shotguns and rifles. We have pistols..."
"Better than nothing." She said and chuckled.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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?!"
"I didn't do anything except kill a few of them! You know why they are here Doc? They want those SCP's lose in the world." He says, covering a bullet wound with his free hand.
She hissed and moved past him. She picked her pistol from its holster around her shoulder and fired. (Hit: 17 Damage: 17)
There is a shout of pain as more bullets chip at the concrete. Thomas peeks around the corner and fires as well. "Doc...there are 4 hostiles."
"All the better to take them head on. Surprise is the best element." She said and replaced the magazine of her pistol.
Thomas checks his rounds. "Got about half a mag. Also doc they have shotguns and rifles. We have pistols..."
"Better than nothing." She said and chuckled.
*Got thomas up on the archives*
"True. If i can get that shotgun i can change the tide a bit."
"Hm." She said and stood up, tying her hair back into a bun "Good because i don't think you want to lose your freedom just yet..... But i am unable to control you. I know you could kill me if you wanted and i know you have decided to make friends to back yourself up just in case..... This is not a warning, rather a reminder. Do to others as you would like for them to do to you"
Archon chuffs another laugh. “Quoting the New Testament, Doctor? I did not take you for the pious type.”
"No. Im simply stating the rules you have clearly forgotten." She said and then tilted her head to the side, a strained, mocking smile playing on her lips.
“Human rules spoken by a madman who claims to have been the son of the creator incarnate. An ideal, but in practice not applicable. If we all did to others as we would want for ourselves, I would not be in this cage now, would I Doctor?”
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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.
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?!"
"I didn't do anything except kill a few of them! You know why they are here Doc? They want those SCP's lose in the world." He says, covering a bullet wound with his free hand.
She hissed and moved past him. She picked her pistol from its holster around her shoulder and fired. (Hit: 17 Damage: 17)
There is a shout of pain as more bullets chip at the concrete. Thomas peeks around the corner and fires as well. "Doc...there are 4 hostiles."
"All the better to take them head on. Surprise is the best element." She said and replaced the magazine of her pistol.
Thomas checks his rounds. "Got about half a mag. Also doc they have shotguns and rifles. We have pistols..."*I
"Better than nothing." She said and chuckled.
*Got thomas up on the archives*
"True. If i can get that shotgun i can change the tide a bit."
*I saw it! I love the little recording thing you added.*
"Then allow me." she said with a grin before pointed her pistol down the hall and at the hands of one soldier. (1 grit point expended) Disarming Shot (Hit: 23)
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Hm." She said and stood up, tying her hair back into a bun "Good because i don't think you want to lose your freedom just yet..... But i am unable to control you. I know you could kill me if you wanted and i know you have decided to make friends to back yourself up just in case..... This is not a warning, rather a reminder. Do to others as you would like for them to do to you"
Archon chuffs another laugh. “Quoting the New Testament, Doctor? I did not take you for the pious type.”
"No. Im simply stating the rules you have clearly forgotten." She said and then tilted her head to the side, a strained, mocking smile playing on her lips.
“Human rules spoken by a madman who claims to have been the son of the creator incarnate. An ideal, but in practice not applicable. If we all did to others as we would want for ourselves, I would not be in this cage now, would I Doctor?”
"Everyone is already in a cage just to make sure stay in your own." She said, her face remaining emotionless.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Hm." She said and stood up, tying her hair back into a bun "Good because i don't think you want to lose your freedom just yet..... But i am unable to control you. I know you could kill me if you wanted and i know you have decided to make friends to back yourself up just in case..... This is not a warning, rather a reminder. Do to others as you would like for them to do to you"
Archon chuffs another laugh. “Quoting the New Testament, Doctor? I did not take you for the pious type.”
"No. Im simply stating the rules you have clearly forgotten." She said and then tilted her head to the side, a strained, mocking smile playing on her lips.
“Human rules spoken by a madman who claims to have been the son of the creator incarnate. An ideal, but in practice not applicable. If we all did to others as we would want for ourselves, I would not be in this cage now, would I Doctor?”
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?!"
"I didn't do anything except kill a few of them! You know why they are here Doc? They want those SCP's lose in the world." He says, covering a bullet wound with his free hand.
She hissed and moved past him. She picked her pistol from its holster around her shoulder and fired. (Hit: 17 Damage: 17)
There is a shout of pain as more bullets chip at the concrete. Thomas peeks around the corner and fires as well. "Doc...there are 4 hostiles."
"All the better to take them head on. Surprise is the best element." She said and replaced the magazine of her pistol.
Thomas checks his rounds. "Got about half a mag. Also doc they have shotguns and rifles. We have pistols..."*I
"Better than nothing." She said and chuckled.
*Got thomas up on the archives*
"True. If i can get that shotgun i can change the tide a bit."
*I saw it! I love the little recording thing you added.*
"Then allow me." she said with a grin before pointed her pistol down the hall and at the hands of one soldier. (1 grit point expended) Disarming Shot (Hit: 33)
*Thanks. he was originally a private. now a field medic*
The gun goes sliding on the ground. "Thanks." Thomas then charges around the corner, sliding to pick up the shotgun.
"All the better to take them head on. Surprise is the best element." She said and replaced the magazine of her pistol.
Is my assistance needed yet, Doctor? Archon’s voice echoes in a raspy purr. It is me they want, after all.
"Not everything is about you Archon. They are hear to liberate all of you lot."
Just offering to do my job, that is all.
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"Everyone is already in a cage just to make sure stay in your own." She said, her face remaining emotionless.
“Something is different with you today, Doctor. You lack all signs of typical human emotion.” It says curiously. “Is this about Thomas’s.. breakdown? Or something else?”
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"I didn't do anything except kill a few of them! You know why they are here Doc? They want those SCP's lose in the world." He says, covering a bullet wound with his free hand.
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She hissed and moved past him. She picked her pistol from its holster around her shoulder and fired. (Hit: 17 Damage: 17)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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It stares at her silently for a few moments. “Fine. I will allow these.. idiots into my cell. I will allow them to probe me like an animal. But if they injure themselves during their inspection, do not blame me.” It hisses. “My physiology is much more complex than an evolved monkey’s.”
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"Hm." She said and stood up, tying her hair back into a bun "Good because i don't think you want to lose your freedom just yet..... But i am unable to control you. I know you could kill me if you wanted and i know you have decided to make friends to back yourself up just in case..... This is not a warning, rather a reminder. Do to others as you would like for them to do to you"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
There is a shout of pain as more bullets chip at the concrete. Thomas peeks around the corner and fires as well. "Doc...there are 4 hostiles."
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"All the better to take them head on. Surprise is the best element." She said and replaced the magazine of her pistol.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Archon chuffs another laugh. “Quoting the New Testament, Doctor? I did not take you for the pious type.”
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Thomas checks his rounds. "Got about half a mag. Also doc they have shotguns and rifles. We have pistols..."
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Is my assistance needed yet, Doctor? Archon’s voice echoes in a raspy purr. It is me they want, after all.
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"No. Im simply stating the rules you have clearly forgotten." She said and then tilted her head to the side, a strained, mocking smile playing on her lips.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Better than nothing." She said and chuckled.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Got thomas up on the archives*
"True. If i can get that shotgun i can change the tide a bit."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
“Human rules spoken by a madman who claims to have been the son of the creator incarnate. An ideal, but in practice not applicable. If we all did to others as we would want for ourselves, I would not be in this cage now, would I Doctor?”
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"Not everything is about you Archon. They are hear to liberate all of you lot."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I saw it! I love the little recording thing you added.*
"Then allow me." she said with a grin before pointed her pistol down the hall and at the hands of one soldier. (1 grit point expended) Disarming Shot (Hit: 23)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Everyone is already in a cage just to make sure stay in your own." She said, her face remaining emotionless.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'Hypocrisy is a powerful enemy'
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*Thanks. he was originally a private. now a field medic*
The gun goes sliding on the ground. "Thanks." Thomas then charges around the corner, sliding to pick up the shotgun.
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Just offering to do my job, that is all.
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“Something is different with you today, Doctor. You lack all signs of typical human emotion.” It says curiously. “Is this about Thomas’s.. breakdown? Or something else?”
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