questioningmeme
Just be yourself
- Location
- River of Light
The Heavy in Turbulence Office is BLU Heavy. The one he calls for back up is RED.
It's Turbin' Time (Library of Ruina Modded/Arknights)
- Thread starter thenew
- Start date
- Crossover
thenew
#1 Masters of the Bazaar Fan
- Location
- My Lodgings
Well, I was supposed to do this in this chapter, but ended up forgetting. My bad.
If you haven't checked it out yet, try this quest in particular, by ImDead1ns1de. It's just starting up, but I think it has quite a lot of potential. You probably noticed it already... But the other Project Moon authors advertised my work when I was starting- something I'm very thankful about- so I've decided to do the same.
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If you haven't checked it out yet, try this quest in particular, by ImDead1ns1de. It's just starting up, but I think it has quite a lot of potential. You probably noticed it already... But the other Project Moon authors advertised my work when I was starting- something I'm very thankful about- so I've decided to do the same.
Time To Make Your Future! (Project Moon/Worm Quest) Crossover
You! Um, yes you! You are... someone... yes... wanna see a show? So... you're going to be... someone in Worm! And then you'll gain EGO and do... things! And then well... the rest is up to you isn't it? Basically I crave project moon content and worm content so I'm combining the two. Apologies...
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Well, I was supposed to do this in this chapter, but ended up forgetting. My bad.
If you haven't checked it out yet, try this quest in particular, by ImDead1ns1de. It's just starting up, but I think it has quite a lot of potential. You probably noticed it already... But the other Project Moon authors advertised my work when I was starting- something I'm very thankful about- so I've decided to do the same.
Time To Make Your Future! (Project Moon/Worm Quest) Crossover
You! Um, yes you! You are... someone... yes... wanna see a show? So... you're going to be... someone in Worm! And then you'll gain EGO and do... things! And then well... the rest is up to you isn't it? Basically I crave project moon content and worm content so I'm combining the two. Apologies...
I really like the art they've made for it so far, and I'm always welcome to more PM Quest's/fic's. There just isn't enough, and my need for PM content continues to grow by the day.
thenew
#1 Masters of the Bazaar Fan
- Location
- My Lodgings
The temptation to overburden myself and start one of my dozens of Project Moon WIPs is immense, but I shall remain faithful to turb.
Seneron4
Have at thee!
- Location
- Lost in Transportation
[X] A sankta attempted to shoot hibiscus, demanding we turn her over. I was able to chase him down and apprehend him, since his gun jammed and he broke down.
-[X] By the handwriting on the note the Sankta left I know who he works for. He works for a man named Adam and Adam wants me dead. Adam is a genius and very dangerous so I would suggest caution when dealing with him.
I like this plan but I really want to add a little warning about Adam. Currently one of Adam's greatest assets is stealth. No one excepts Sieg, X and the Library knows how dangerous he is so having the local authorities or anyone else really being aware of him is actually a really huge blow to his ability to operate however he wants. I also don't like accusing someone of being mind-controlled without good evidence. X currently is very sketchy so we don't have anyway to corroborate our claim.
-[X] By the handwriting on the note the Sankta left I know who he works for. He works for a man named Adam and Adam wants me dead. Adam is a genius and very dangerous so I would suggest caution when dealing with him.
I like this plan but I really want to add a little warning about Adam. Currently one of Adam's greatest assets is stealth. No one excepts Sieg, X and the Library knows how dangerous he is so having the local authorities or anyone else really being aware of him is actually a really huge blow to his ability to operate however he wants. I also don't like accusing someone of being mind-controlled without good evidence. X currently is very sketchy so we don't have anyway to corroborate our claim.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] A sankta attempted to shoot hibiscus, demanding we turn her over. I was able to chase him down and apprehend him, since his gun jammed and he broke down.
-[X] By the handwriting on the note the Sankta left I know who he works for. He works for a man named Adam and Adam wants me dead. Adam is a genius and very dangerous so I would suggest caution when dealing with him.
-[X] By the handwriting on the note the Sankta left I know who he works for. He works for a man named Adam and Adam wants me dead. Adam is a genius and very dangerous so I would suggest caution when dealing with him.
questioningmeme
Just be yourself
- Location
- River of Light
All the current votes miss something...
So I'll choose this one.
[X] The Sankta tried to intimidate you and demanded that you hand over the girl and Abram. You disagreed and beat him up instead.
-[X] They don't have to worry about Abram, you've guranteed his safety already. They'll probably want to up the security for their personnel for the time being however.
-[X] By the handwriting on the note the Sankta left I know who he works for. He works for a man named Adam and Adam wants me dead. Adam is a genius and very dangerous so I would suggest caution when dealing with him.
-[X] Point is, there's a new Cult running around in Kazimierz, and they're behind the weird mind-control that's affecting the two knights' friends and the gunman. You've seen this before, and the mind controlled targets eventually transforms into monsters that could threaten the city if no one stops the mastermind behind the cult.
-[X] You can stop the Cult, but you'll need back-up, information, and free reign to explore the city.
I liked Seneron's addition.
So I'll choose this one.
[X] The Sankta tried to intimidate you and demanded that you hand over the girl and Abram. You disagreed and beat him up instead.
-[X] They don't have to worry about Abram, you've guranteed his safety already. They'll probably want to up the security for their personnel for the time being however.
-[X] By the handwriting on the note the Sankta left I know who he works for. He works for a man named Adam and Adam wants me dead. Adam is a genius and very dangerous so I would suggest caution when dealing with him.
-[X] Point is, there's a new Cult running around in Kazimierz, and they're behind the weird mind-control that's affecting the two knights' friends and the gunman. You've seen this before, and the mind controlled targets eventually transforms into monsters that could threaten the city if no one stops the mastermind behind the cult.
-[X] You can stop the Cult, but you'll need back-up, information, and free reign to explore the city.
I liked Seneron's addition.
Vote closed
kaillll
Judgment Upon You
So by the desire of the people, we decided to hide Information when hiding such Information Doesn't benefit us at all! In fact, it might cost us a few lives because you fuckers decide to hide it!
Our opponent is smart and arrogant, Which is something we can exploit, but BUT, WN isn't something we can deal with without help, even with the power of a color.
And when the time comes, you lots will regret we didn't ask for any help.
I hope the library won't start attacking us, because they is the only way for us to get any help now.
Sorry that I might appear a bit spiteful, I'm in a bad mood.
Our opponent is smart and arrogant, Which is something we can exploit, but BUT, WN isn't something we can deal with without help, even with the power of a color.
And when the time comes, you lots will regret we didn't ask for any help.
I hope the library won't start attacking us, because they is the only way for us to get any help now.
Sorry that I might appear a bit spiteful, I'm in a bad mood.
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Gun and Powder
Tax Evader the Arknight Operator
- Location
- W.Corp Train
- Pronouns
- He/They
Oh I misread that as vote ending. But I guess is not like we can't tell them later if need be, not telling them isn't like a hard set choice.
kaillll
Judgment Upon You
Sorry, I'm just really pissed off at my teacher, but still this cost us precious time for Mr. Adam to find more apostles, Which is very detrimental when we are up against Adam and white night.
You know, Day49 where you cannot pause and have to kill binah so every second is precious and important And you have to plan really fucking hard?
Losing time in this situation is very very bad.
And this will bite us in the ass soon enough.
You know, Day49 where you cannot pause and have to kill binah so every second is precious and important And you have to plan really fucking hard?
Losing time in this situation is very very bad.
And this will bite us in the ass soon enough.
Dybbukpossesed
Falling Somewhere
- Location
- California
We also avoided having to explain we got all our intel from a voice in our head and making demands of our employer right after being hired. Seriously if that last part had been left off I might have considered voting for that one.
kaillll
Judgment Upon You
That is a problem that can be easily avoided if we lie.
You know, one of the most basic way the city folk deals with problem?
One of the folks here mentioned a solution to that problem by just lying. lying can give us more help to deal with god and an apocalypse brewing in the same pot. So why not?
If sieg doesn't know how to lie, even thou he is a fucking color, I will eat my shoe.
And honestly, why are we being so honest anyway? city folks acts in self interest. If you say it doesn't fit his character, i can easily say it is for a higher survival rate for him and his friends.
You know, one of the most basic way the city folk deals with problem?
One of the folks here mentioned a solution to that problem by just lying. lying can give us more help to deal with god and an apocalypse brewing in the same pot. So why not?
If sieg doesn't know how to lie, even thou he is a fucking color, I will eat my shoe.
And honestly, why are we being so honest anyway? city folks acts in self interest. If you say it doesn't fit his character, i can easily say it is for a higher survival rate for him and his friends.
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LucidProp
Pocky Eating MafiaDoka
To be fair, we only avoided explaining the voice in Sieg's head to Wei because he's paranoid about voices in people's heads telling them to do stuff.
Rhodes is a lot more accepting of that since they have several employees who suffer from a similar condition. Explaining the voice inside Sieg's head would have needed minimal explanation, if any at all, since that kind of thing isn't unknown in Terra thanks to mind-altering magic.
Rhodes is a lot more accepting of that since they have several employees who suffer from a similar condition. Explaining the voice inside Sieg's head would have needed minimal explanation, if any at all, since that kind of thing isn't unknown in Terra thanks to mind-altering magic.
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Sinsystems
Patron Librarian
So looks like the latest Limbus event will give us a look at how not to handle Distortions.
drearyArchon
Chaos Lord Chaos
- Location
- The Floor of Social Sciences
The Sinners actually managed to handle the Distortion rather well. They even managed to get Eunbong to revert back to human, which is more than most PM protags can claim.
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- Location
- Norway
Lesson learned. Don't visit the the tread before completing the Limbus Company update.
- Location
- Earth
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
Me who checked the thread just after I speedran the Update the first chance I got: Well that was close
Gun and Powder
Tax Evader the Arknight Operator
- Location
- W.Corp Train
- Pronouns
- He/They
OOF, sorry for those who were spoiled. Anyways. I finished this thing, I kinda speed through the coloring, mostly because I suck at it and 2ndary I want to get it done.
I went back and edited the the thing into the media so this one doesn't have to be threadmark.
thenew
#1 Masters of the Bazaar Fan
- Location
- My Lodgings
Absolutely beautiful. Poor Vigna.OOF, sorry for those who were spoiled. Anyways. I finished this thing, I kinda speed through the coloring, mostly because I suck at it and 2ndary I want to get it done.
I went back and edited the the thing into the media so this one doesn't have to be threadmark.
Interlude: "Faceless Doll"
thenew
#1 Masters of the Bazaar Fan
- Location
- My Lodgings
Interlude: "Faceless Doll"
Notes by Dr. ██████ ████ on "the Faceless Doll," or "Memento."
In my years here in Rhine, I have been part of numerous projects.
Oftentimes we receive specimens of some kind or another. Mainly for study on Originium mutation. Not often, though- most of them are slugs, and go to Ecological or Originium Arts. Rarely does Structural find anything worth our time in the things the bounty hunters and scavengers try to sell us. But nothing has even been like this.
The alarms sound. A scientist hears a noise. He is occupied with his report, and so he does not move for a second.
Then, a voice echoes, far away, and yet close.
"I have nothing but my sorrow and I want nothing more."
The man's pen clatters to the ground, and his face goes pale, and he sees someone- or something, in his mind- walk through what was, minutes ago, a reinforced steel door, with the metal plates crumpled uselessly in the ground around them. He reaches for his phone.
"The alarms? An escape, call the security! It's the Arts construct. It's gone berser- gh!"
The phone does not call.
There is no time.
The blade moves faster.
SUBJECT 33-551, henceforth referred to as "Subject," is a humanoid entity believed to be a sophisticated Arts Construct (see file 44 on my notes on the artifact we previously retrieved in Gaul, the "dolls" employed by many Casters around the world, and general-purpose golem constructing, alongside my paper on possible golem usage on the construction industry). It weighs around 76kg and is exactly 1.45 meters tall, according to the latest physical examination. A piece of paper carried by it had the words "Memento," and as such, some researchers have taken to calling it by this name.
"It has been, it still is, faithful to me."
As the "Arts construct" wanders through the facility, leaving a trail of destruction on his wake- two men try to rush through the corridors, avoiding the areas where the sound of battle can be heard. One of them is in a labcoat- the other, in armor.
"Sir, you'll have to leave now. A subject has escaped- I'll take you to the emergency exit."
The scientist nods.
"The Arts construct, no? I'd like to ask you to keep it intact, if possible. We had a test ungoing- there's a particularly pricey Originium derivative inside of it by now."
"...very well, sir."
Subject has been marked as a low-risk case due to a lack of resistance typically expected of combat-capable Originium Arts constructs. In fact, it is difficult to obtain a reaction to most stimuli, with the only exception being prolonged levels of exposure to electrical current, which produced a minor response in the form of a sound. The sound was not recognizable as human (being more reminiscent of the sound of steam).
Due to later considerations, we have officially registered Subject as a fully nonhuman entity instead of a result of mutation.
"Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours when my soul crushed the depths of my heart,"
"It was seated there beside me?"
The sounds of battle continue to resonate. A crossbow bolt flies through the air, and fabric from the body of the "construct" falls to the ground. Smoke emanates from the wound.
The damage fails to impede it from cleaving a man's head off their shoulders with a single cut. The cut is not particularly precise, or beautiful- but the sheer strength behind it betrays a pair of hands that belong to someone who does not hold back in any way. Their strength is fully unleashed.
There is no time to dwell in painful memories. It has done that for long enough.
It is no longer time for the past. It is time to seize one's future.
More bolts fly through the air. The sword flies again through the air, mindlessly. It is stained with blood. It has ended scores of men, and today it will end many more.
"It doesn't seem to bother with dodging- and we're clearly doing damage. One more shot and we can tear that sword right out of its hands."
Subject's defining characteristic is a lack of a face despite its humanoid posture and appearance. In the place where it should be, a spatial anomaly similar to a "wormhole" exists. The anomaly consists of a pitch-black cavity that seems to absorb all light. Attempts to scan the interior of the cavity have led to the discovery of its anomalous nature: the space within it is seemingly infinite in dimension.
Communication initially provided no results, but it has recently started obeying simple commands, such as "remove this object from your face" and "place this object in your face." This led to the discovery of another property- the storage capability.
"O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me."
The sword lies in the ground, and torn, battered fingers release smoke as a human hand would let go of blood. They are so fragile, and yet so strong. So mighty, and yet so feeble.
But the need of a sword does not restrict the one who held it. Another projectile flies through the air, and agile fingers snatch it before it can lodge itself into the wall. Then, they throw it back- into the skull of a persuer.
Death comes again. This time, it comes not from the sword. The swordsman does not cling to his weapon. Death comes in wild swings, and from brutal fists, from fingernails, elbows, knees, feet. The sword lies forgotten in the ground, and the security tries to hold the line.
Other subjects- stored in this facility- are leaving. Dolls, machines, all sorts of knicknacks and strange objects. Someone has set them all free. Doors were cleaved in two, ripped out of their hinges, sliced into pieces. Each freed subject will free a dozen more. They are not capable of thought- most of them are just that, constructs. But with each release of Arts, with each detonation and each object that causes wild chaos... another containment breach.
"The situation is spiraling out of control- put this damn thing down!"
A sword smashes into the "construct," and it falls to the ground, whimpering. It gets back up again and kicks the offender through a wall, but the security team sees weakness, and they leap back into battle.
"The construct is moving faster then we thought- but it started blocking. That means it's endangered- keep firing, and don't let it get into close range. You see what it did to the doors- don't assume the power armor will stand up to it-"
A sword has been touched yet again.
The guard touches bandaged fingers. The edge touches metal, and then soft flesh.
Objects placed into the cavity proceed to fall. Once inside the anomalous space, they cannot be detected by any means, and can only be retrieved by the Subject.
The leading theory is that the anomaly is a gateway to a different dimension in which time passes differently, as measuring equipment has detected that objects placed inside and then retrieved suffer no alteration or decay, as if no time had occurred since their insertion and their retrieval.
"Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being."
An arm made of bandages dissipates under the sun's light. An enormous hole has been torn in the building's ceiling. Corpses are scattered across the room, and various pieces of equipment lie broken. The "construct" stares for a second of the stump of their arm, and at the sharp sword held in the hands of their enemy.
The swordsman charges, and their blade strikes true.
More smoke is released, but the "construct" has already reached into their own face. They seem not to care for the fact that they have been pierced by a sword. And they hold something in their hands. A small flask.
"The.... the derivative."
Indeed, the warning labels point at what it is.
An unstable Originium derivative.
A hand's grip grows crushing, and shards of glass clatter to the ground. A hissing noise can be heard. The man drops his sword and tries to leap for cover.
But it is too late.
This also applies to things such as the half-life of unstable elements such as certain Originium derivatives: when placed within, their decay was stopped entirely and only resumed after the compound returned to our reality.
For the first months of study, Subject was completely unresponsive and it was believed the anomalous gate destroyed or compressed all matter placed within. However, this was proved false after a researcher witnessed the Subject utilizing its capacities to retrieve a pen (tossed in by late researcher _____, who was using the Subject as a makeshift trash dispenser) and utilize it on the ground. The fact that it only produced incoherent scribbles in the floor, and not any sort of recognizable characters or drawings, and remained unresponsive even when the pen was removed from their hands (even attempting to keep drawing with an empty hand) was another key component for the confirmation of the construct theory.
"You are like those who never left. The sad fireside corner of my poor black heart."
The room is a wreck.
There is a single living being, beyond the so-called "construct." That would be the security guard, making a gurgling noise as they try to breathe. That is made harder by the shard of Originium lodged in their throat.
They'll live, though. So the "construct" does not care. They simply walk away. It is no longer a matter that concerns them.
While the anomaly is the main object of study in regards to the Subject, it is by no means the last. Their body is not even identifiable as human.
The "skin" of the Subject is composed of extremely fragile gray bandages. It can enter a hardened state, as shown by the fifth stimulus test, but it is typically not in that state for unknown reasons. Composition testing has been inconclusive, as bandages disintegrate extremely quickly after removal from the body, and somehow register as mundane cloth bandages when testing is performed on the Subject itself.
"O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved."
Soft footsteps. The weak hiss of released smoke.
A large door. The emergency exit. In the distance, there are people gathering, and more security guards. That would be far too much of a hassle, thinks the "construct." They're so tired. The pain doesn't ever end.
But that's just how things are. They'll... they'll go in the other direction.
They do not seem to possess blood, or organs- attempts to remove all bandages discovered that the bandages compose their entire body. Originium testing reported very low originium content in any of these bandages, or anything in the Subject's body or clothing, with the value reaching lower and lower levels as deeper "wounds" were created.
"Because I know that on the day of my final agony,
You will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow,"
They take one final glance at the facility behind them. At the laboratory. Something under the command of... Parvis? That was his name. The "construct" remembers being transferred to this facility, after an event... the crisis. The "diabolic crisis," was it not? They were moved here after that.
Hm. They could take their revenge. But no. It will not ease the pain.
There is only one thing that will.
In addition to this, the spatial anomaly and "wounds" produced by removing bandages constantly release a small amount of smoke. No attempts to capture or test the smoke have succeeded so far..
The resistance phenomenon continued, even after they were intentionally placed in a zone with a low-level Originium containment breach. I have no intention of attempting further testing, out of fear of inducing damage to the Subject's form.
It would be a shame to lose such a fascinating device.
They take an ethereal breath, and take the first step of their new journey.
But before they go, they complete the poem.
If they had a face, they would be smiling. If they did have a face, it would be smiling sadly.
"So that you might once again attempt to enter my heart."
Notes by Dr. ██████ ████ on "the Faceless Doll," or "Memento."
In my years here in Rhine, I have been part of numerous projects.
Oftentimes we receive specimens of some kind or another. Mainly for study on Originium mutation. Not often, though- most of them are slugs, and go to Ecological or Originium Arts. Rarely does Structural find anything worth our time in the things the bounty hunters and scavengers try to sell us. But nothing has even been like this.
The alarms sound. A scientist hears a noise. He is occupied with his report, and so he does not move for a second.
Then, a voice echoes, far away, and yet close.
"I have nothing but my sorrow and I want nothing more."
The man's pen clatters to the ground, and his face goes pale, and he sees someone- or something, in his mind- walk through what was, minutes ago, a reinforced steel door, with the metal plates crumpled uselessly in the ground around them. He reaches for his phone.
"The alarms? An escape, call the security! It's the Arts construct. It's gone berser- gh!"
The phone does not call.
There is no time.
The blade moves faster.
SUBJECT 33-551, henceforth referred to as "Subject," is a humanoid entity believed to be a sophisticated Arts Construct (see file 44 on my notes on the artifact we previously retrieved in Gaul, the "dolls" employed by many Casters around the world, and general-purpose golem constructing, alongside my paper on possible golem usage on the construction industry). It weighs around 76kg and is exactly 1.45 meters tall, according to the latest physical examination. A piece of paper carried by it had the words "Memento," and as such, some researchers have taken to calling it by this name.
"It has been, it still is, faithful to me."
As the "Arts construct" wanders through the facility, leaving a trail of destruction on his wake- two men try to rush through the corridors, avoiding the areas where the sound of battle can be heard. One of them is in a labcoat- the other, in armor.
"Sir, you'll have to leave now. A subject has escaped- I'll take you to the emergency exit."
The scientist nods.
"The Arts construct, no? I'd like to ask you to keep it intact, if possible. We had a test ungoing- there's a particularly pricey Originium derivative inside of it by now."
"...very well, sir."
Subject has been marked as a low-risk case due to a lack of resistance typically expected of combat-capable Originium Arts constructs. In fact, it is difficult to obtain a reaction to most stimuli, with the only exception being prolonged levels of exposure to electrical current, which produced a minor response in the form of a sound. The sound was not recognizable as human (being more reminiscent of the sound of steam).
Due to later considerations, we have officially registered Subject as a fully nonhuman entity instead of a result of mutation.
"Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours when my soul crushed the depths of my heart,"
"It was seated there beside me?"
The sounds of battle continue to resonate. A crossbow bolt flies through the air, and fabric from the body of the "construct" falls to the ground. Smoke emanates from the wound.
The damage fails to impede it from cleaving a man's head off their shoulders with a single cut. The cut is not particularly precise, or beautiful- but the sheer strength behind it betrays a pair of hands that belong to someone who does not hold back in any way. Their strength is fully unleashed.
There is no time to dwell in painful memories. It has done that for long enough.
It is no longer time for the past. It is time to seize one's future.
More bolts fly through the air. The sword flies again through the air, mindlessly. It is stained with blood. It has ended scores of men, and today it will end many more.
"It doesn't seem to bother with dodging- and we're clearly doing damage. One more shot and we can tear that sword right out of its hands."
Subject's defining characteristic is a lack of a face despite its humanoid posture and appearance. In the place where it should be, a spatial anomaly similar to a "wormhole" exists. The anomaly consists of a pitch-black cavity that seems to absorb all light. Attempts to scan the interior of the cavity have led to the discovery of its anomalous nature: the space within it is seemingly infinite in dimension.
Communication initially provided no results, but it has recently started obeying simple commands, such as "remove this object from your face" and "place this object in your face." This led to the discovery of another property- the storage capability.
"O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me."
The sword lies in the ground, and torn, battered fingers release smoke as a human hand would let go of blood. They are so fragile, and yet so strong. So mighty, and yet so feeble.
But the need of a sword does not restrict the one who held it. Another projectile flies through the air, and agile fingers snatch it before it can lodge itself into the wall. Then, they throw it back- into the skull of a persuer.
Death comes again. This time, it comes not from the sword. The swordsman does not cling to his weapon. Death comes in wild swings, and from brutal fists, from fingernails, elbows, knees, feet. The sword lies forgotten in the ground, and the security tries to hold the line.
Other subjects- stored in this facility- are leaving. Dolls, machines, all sorts of knicknacks and strange objects. Someone has set them all free. Doors were cleaved in two, ripped out of their hinges, sliced into pieces. Each freed subject will free a dozen more. They are not capable of thought- most of them are just that, constructs. But with each release of Arts, with each detonation and each object that causes wild chaos... another containment breach.
"The situation is spiraling out of control- put this damn thing down!"
A sword smashes into the "construct," and it falls to the ground, whimpering. It gets back up again and kicks the offender through a wall, but the security team sees weakness, and they leap back into battle.
"The construct is moving faster then we thought- but it started blocking. That means it's endangered- keep firing, and don't let it get into close range. You see what it did to the doors- don't assume the power armor will stand up to it-"
A sword has been touched yet again.
The guard touches bandaged fingers. The edge touches metal, and then soft flesh.
Objects placed into the cavity proceed to fall. Once inside the anomalous space, they cannot be detected by any means, and can only be retrieved by the Subject.
The leading theory is that the anomaly is a gateway to a different dimension in which time passes differently, as measuring equipment has detected that objects placed inside and then retrieved suffer no alteration or decay, as if no time had occurred since their insertion and their retrieval.
"Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being."
An arm made of bandages dissipates under the sun's light. An enormous hole has been torn in the building's ceiling. Corpses are scattered across the room, and various pieces of equipment lie broken. The "construct" stares for a second of the stump of their arm, and at the sharp sword held in the hands of their enemy.
The swordsman charges, and their blade strikes true.
More smoke is released, but the "construct" has already reached into their own face. They seem not to care for the fact that they have been pierced by a sword. And they hold something in their hands. A small flask.
"The.... the derivative."
Indeed, the warning labels point at what it is.
An unstable Originium derivative.
A hand's grip grows crushing, and shards of glass clatter to the ground. A hissing noise can be heard. The man drops his sword and tries to leap for cover.
But it is too late.
This also applies to things such as the half-life of unstable elements such as certain Originium derivatives: when placed within, their decay was stopped entirely and only resumed after the compound returned to our reality.
For the first months of study, Subject was completely unresponsive and it was believed the anomalous gate destroyed or compressed all matter placed within. However, this was proved false after a researcher witnessed the Subject utilizing its capacities to retrieve a pen (tossed in by late researcher _____, who was using the Subject as a makeshift trash dispenser) and utilize it on the ground. The fact that it only produced incoherent scribbles in the floor, and not any sort of recognizable characters or drawings, and remained unresponsive even when the pen was removed from their hands (even attempting to keep drawing with an empty hand) was another key component for the confirmation of the construct theory.
"You are like those who never left. The sad fireside corner of my poor black heart."
The room is a wreck.
There is a single living being, beyond the so-called "construct." That would be the security guard, making a gurgling noise as they try to breathe. That is made harder by the shard of Originium lodged in their throat.
They'll live, though. So the "construct" does not care. They simply walk away. It is no longer a matter that concerns them.
While the anomaly is the main object of study in regards to the Subject, it is by no means the last. Their body is not even identifiable as human.
The "skin" of the Subject is composed of extremely fragile gray bandages. It can enter a hardened state, as shown by the fifth stimulus test, but it is typically not in that state for unknown reasons. Composition testing has been inconclusive, as bandages disintegrate extremely quickly after removal from the body, and somehow register as mundane cloth bandages when testing is performed on the Subject itself.
"O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved."
Soft footsteps. The weak hiss of released smoke.
A large door. The emergency exit. In the distance, there are people gathering, and more security guards. That would be far too much of a hassle, thinks the "construct." They're so tired. The pain doesn't ever end.
But that's just how things are. They'll... they'll go in the other direction.
They do not seem to possess blood, or organs- attempts to remove all bandages discovered that the bandages compose their entire body. Originium testing reported very low originium content in any of these bandages, or anything in the Subject's body or clothing, with the value reaching lower and lower levels as deeper "wounds" were created.
"Because I know that on the day of my final agony,
You will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow,"
They take one final glance at the facility behind them. At the laboratory. Something under the command of... Parvis? That was his name. The "construct" remembers being transferred to this facility, after an event... the crisis. The "diabolic crisis," was it not? They were moved here after that.
Hm. They could take their revenge. But no. It will not ease the pain.
There is only one thing that will.
In addition to this, the spatial anomaly and "wounds" produced by removing bandages constantly release a small amount of smoke. No attempts to capture or test the smoke have succeeded so far..
The resistance phenomenon continued, even after they were intentionally placed in a zone with a low-level Originium containment breach. I have no intention of attempting further testing, out of fear of inducing damage to the Subject's form.
It would be a shame to lose such a fascinating device.
They take an ethereal breath, and take the first step of their new journey.
But before they go, they complete the poem.
If they had a face, they would be smiling. If they did have a face, it would be smiling sadly.
"So that you might once again attempt to enter my heart."
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