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A Certain Location
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The whole scene had a rather ominous feel to it; perhaps due to the clandestine nature of conference.
Standing carefree, there, with a cocky and self-assured grin. A man stood out within the all-consuming darkness. By the looks of the guy, you could say he's doctor.
If the lab coat was any indication of his profession. . .
But from his face, to his thoughts, to his very soul; a goodly doctor he is not.
This man is wicked, cruel, and might as well be even the devil, himself.
Soon enough, as he anticipated. Several screens flickered to life within the darkness; faintly illuminating the office. One. . . three. . . seven. . . their little meeting could finally commence, soon enough, and he'll hear the tiresome bickering of old warhawks and politicians too! A joy he would rather avoid. But today. . .
Today, he especially giddy with his find.
Not even these buffoons could ruin his good day.
The first screen, of course, was the first to prattle aloud. ["Director Julius, its been too long since we had our wonderful talks."]
"Touche', sir."
["Of course, all of us, are rather eager to hear of your reports on our most illustrious pet project. Go on, Director, if you will. . ."]
Julius narrowed his eyes behind his glasses, that was remarkably quick. Truly, today
might even be great, if they weren't going to bitch about Japan this, Japan that, hmn, perhaps he shouldn't jink his own good luck?
". . . I have much to report; it might take a minute, gentlemen."
On Que, the third screen chimes in with his piece, [". . . Then get on with it."]
. . . And there's this asshole too. "My apologies, sir. I'll get on with it, at once."
"I would like to thank the council for providing this humble institute with the resources, manpower, and of course, subjects. God willing, we will find the one girl, who'll make our blood, sweat and tears. . . worth it."
"Through there were number of 'unfortunate' incidents; I would like to say, we have made great progress."
["Which this council will demand full foreclosure of."]
This time, it was the fifth screen.
Always an humanitarian, aren't you number five? "Of course, sir."
"Where was I?" Shrugging sheepishly, "Aah, yes, our pet project, the Symphogear Development and Compatibility Program, has finally acquired someone of note and worth, for the council's ends. . .
["Oh, how intriguing?"] Dryly comments, the first.
["This I have to see to believe,"] The third grumbles irritably. [". . . This had better not be another disappointment, Director Julius, like the last time. . ."]
The fourth speaking up, ["Don't be such a party pooper, even that girl had a use. . ."]
The sixth countering that, rebuked the fourth.
["Until she
violently exploded, that is. . ."]
Without good cheer or any amusement; the sixth threaten, boldly.
[". . . What good is a defective product, anyway? Nothing about this project is cheap, Director, and this Council demands results. Results worthy of our continued investment and time, do not squander our favor with cheap promises and failures. . ."]
And finally the seventh, who had remained quiet the longest, add his piece.
["Who is your victim, this time, I wonder. . .?"]
"You
wound me, Gentlemen. . ."
Wouldn't it be better if they all suddenly dropped dead? Or maybe not, who's going fund him, then? "But I do have a result, this time. One, worthy of the Council's time and resources. . ."
[] The Homunculus:
". . . Most potential candidates don't possess that level of compatibility, even with the merest bit of relic fragments; to remedy this issue. . . its been decided, that, if one can't find that needle in the haystack; then why not build one yourself?"
* High Mental Instabilites
* Greatest Pontental
* You are naught but someone's tool
* Something, less than human
[] The Superior Subject:
". . . We were very lucky to discover this one; an orphan child without a past or a future. . . with such potential behind her; without a shred of a doubt, we will possess an asset that will be able to rival our far east friends, with all due time."
* Low Mental Instabilites
* High Pontential
* A pawn, in a bigger game
* Clinging to humanity, that's slowly being bled away
[] The Useful Failure:
". . . Another failure. . . well, an interesting failure, to say the least. Her reaction to the solution is, how, should we say it? Amazing? While other subjects barely function as desired, this subject's synchronization is off the charts. We might just have use for her yet. . ."
*Mild Mental Instabilies
*Average-High Pontential
*Somebody's puppet, dancing to their tunes
*Living in hell, seeking a release
