Post by melissa on May 29, 2012 16:58:50 GMT -5
Cbox Name: Princewafflez
Nicknames: Fran/Glenn/that guy/
Main Account: Stitch(Glenn)
Who else do you play?: Stitch
How did you find us?: WITH THE POWER OF MAGNETS!
Category: Original
Name: Samantha Clay
Alias/title/nickname: Panacea/The Pariah/Sammie or Sam
Age: Variable; Eight to Eighteen
Species: Human/virus hybrid
Ranking: Neutral
Physical Appearance:
Pariah
Personality: Exceedingly friendly and helpful without a mean bone in her body, Samantha is a carefree individual with a bubbly hyperactive attitude. Naive and entirely trusting of others, Samantha is unsurprisingly childlike, having to rely on others in some capacity to care for her and her needs. Which, while daunting at first, are relatively easy enough to keep tabs on. So long as you have a strong stomach for one specific need in particular.
Being who she is, Samantha is exceedingly passive by default and rarely shows any signs of aggressiveness towards others, instead showing that she is quite timid during hostile events and would rather try to hide, believing she isn't capable of anything more than being a nuisance, which points fingers to either a rather low level of confidence in herself, or the fact that she is entirely oblivious to her own abilities. However, somewhere in her sub-conscious is a rather aggressive by nature, side to this innocent minded, naive girl that is less cute and more downright terrifying.
Combative and relentless, the so called Pariah half of Samantha is entirely a combat based personality that was either designed or made up by herself during her arduous ordeal when she was created on a cold hard steel table. Being the complete opposite of Samantha/Panacea, Pariah can be described as the slow and methodical half of the hyper, happy fun loving girl. Pariah and Samantha are of the same mind, remembering everything that Samantha remembers, from the people that have been kind to her, to what foods are the most tasty. Though Samantha is often entirely confused when she is given back control, as she can't remember anything up to the point where she resumes control.
Powers/Abilities:
Equipment:
Psychological Flaws:
Panacea:
Naive - Samantha lacks judgement, like really truly lacks any sense of worldly experience of everything around her and as such, can often be misled and confused into doing things for the wrong people for all the wrong reasons. It's not her fault really, it's just that she doesn't really have a good grasp of these things anymore.
Trusting - On top of her naivety, Samantha is entirely way too trustful of others around her, believing wholly in a persons supposed sincerity. Samantha, the actual Samantha that is, is incapable of suspecting other people of ill or wrongdoings and will even help them if she likes the person enough.
Passive - Samantha's passive nature is another problem altogether, now she won't let things happen to other people (said people who are her friends anyways), but she herself won't actually resist despite how painful or degrading it may seem, further pointing fingers towards a possible lack of self-esteem.
Pariah:
Blunt - Pariah shares the trusting aspect of Samantha's weaknesses, as well as part of her Naivety. But what makes Pariah unique is that she isn't as polite as Samantha. Blunt and tactless, Pariah tells it like it is, never sugar-coating her words at all, instead believing that a white lie can hurt more than the hard truth, especially when someone finds out about the white lie. But this does have it's drawbacks, typically it tends to drive people away unless they happen to be the most patient, polite, caring person in the world; in other words, a regular mother Teresa.
Both:
Fire bad! - Viral, hell, even human physiology is damaged by fire and all the times Samantha has been burned has left a nasty little scar on her psyche. The sight of a raging fire, billowing plumes of flame, seas of fire and flesh searing blazes, causes the girl to freeze up. Sometimes even amnesia or memory loss can't truly rid one of a deep rooted fear of fire that's been burnt into ones mind as if with a hot iron.
Physical Flaws:
It's so c-c-cold! - One problem with her new viral physiology is that extremely cold temperatures seem to have a negative impact on her. The most common problem with this, is that her regenerative powers become less effective and she becomes slightly more vulnerable towards receiving damage. Even her armored form which is highly durable and tough, becomes weak and brittle when exposed to the biting cold.
Float like a rock - One of the problems with her armor is that, well, she sinks. Like a lump of lead being dropped into a tub of highly oxygenated water. Even without the armor she has trouble staying afloat, seeing as how she weighs close to five hundred pounds at the least. In short, she's her own pair of concrete diving flippers.
Allergies allergies - Samantha is like any other person in that she can have allergic reactions and even get sick. Though unlike other people however, getting a viral or bacterial infection is impossible. It's when someone gives her an anti-biotic, or even an antiseptic spray that the crazy happens. Antibiotics for instance, make her violently ill, almost akin to a flu virus as her body literally combats the anti bacterial effects of the medicine. Antiseptic sprays work in an allergenic role, something akin to hay fever, itchy skin, runny eyes, congestion of the nasal passages. In short, this kind of stuff really makes for one miserable encounter. As well as effectively disabling her, as far as the antibiotics are concerned. To be fair, any kind of anti-viral/bacterial/septic medical supplies have this effect.
TAAAAAAANK! - Samantha's tank form is big, powerful, built like a solid block of steel and....coincidentally, moves about as quick as the solid block of steel. Like, to put it bluntly and into as few words as possible, Sam is a juggernaut in the tank form, she can't move fast, her running speed is about as fast as a normal person can run, and she turns like a car with two wheels. Not exactly something you want when it comes down to fighting Speedy Gonzales who could literally cherry tap her into submission.
Need more mass, Mine more mass - Samantha, not surprisingly also needs to consume biological matter to function and keep her abilities and stuff maintained. Large amounts of food, or several dead bodies (unless your in raccoon city). It's not an active burn, rather, Sam uses up the mass for her abilities and when she deactivates her abilities, the mass used in making them sort of falls off, breaking apart into small chip like pieces of clay esque material.
Other Flaws: N/A
Brief History:
January seventeenth, 2012; ten clicks outside of raccoon city.
It was a quiet night, the stars were out, obscured only by the dim red light inside the interior of the UH-1N huey. Corporal Scott Ryman was sitting in the back with Sergeant Eli Torres, Private Ramsay Macginnis and Private James Hunter. "So, what's the sitch Serge?" Scott chipped in, his hands flipping over his Rifle; the ever venerable always popular, M4a1 carbine. He looked out the window again, sighed and waited for Eli's gritty voice to kick in. Which was, and don't quote Scott on this, always fun to hear at six am in the morning. "The Sitch as you like to call it Corporal, is that we are en route to meet up with three Agents from the B.S.A.A, or, the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance to those who suck with Acronyms." He shot a look at Scott, that dripped with mild annoyance.
"The B.S.A.A? those anti bio-terrorism guys? Who'd we piss off to be forced into helping those crazy sods?" Scott glanced over at James with a shrug before turning his sights back over to one of the windows, "That's not the point. What is the point here, is that we're here to assist those crazy bastards in dealing with some of Umbrella's left overs. Yeah, you heard me right girls, we are going to be fighting some night of the living dead shit in Raccoon city and other assorted miscellany from freaks anonymous."
No laughter, that was typical more so when you realized you were being sent right into the waiting jaws, of something with literal jaws bigger than it's own head. Scott wasn't keen on this, neither was Eli, James or Ramsay. But an assignment was an assignment. They were on the clock now and it was do or die; most likely die if they made a single idiot mistake. But hey, worse things could happen like latrine duty for the rest of your natural life. But then again, being turned into a shambling rotter was high up on that list as well.
Scott made a mental note not to get bitten anytime soon. And if it did happen, to go out with a tremendous bang as he absentmindedly patted one of the blocks of c4 tucked into his combat harness with a smile. Today was just going to be one of those days and Scott was looking forward to it.
They were greeted at the landing zone by three people, Fima Lagunov, Jian Chu and Alex Riese. In total, that made seven people going into a building, cordoned off by Raccoon cities finest. "Okay, here's the situation you four," Alex chipped in with a smile as he laid out the details of the plan. "We're gonna collect any files or intel relating to what the hell is going on here and anything that looks the slightest bit funny, moves funny or even breaths funny. You shoot it till it stops moving. If you find anyone alive and well, check for bites, if they don't have any get them out of there. If they do have any, get them out and get em into quarantine. Got it? Got it? Good."
"There's a sub basement in this place, that's where we're going. The building seems to be one of many old safe houses that Umbrella built around the city. Thing is, it's built like a damn maze and it's built pretty large. So the easiest solution we came up with is once we're done down there, we're gonna collapse a large part of the entrance. Bury this abomination under several tons of dirt, concrete and steel. You got that?"
All at once, they shouted with much gusto as they walked towards the building, weapons at the ready. "We ain't making no goddamn cornflakes here!" It was something Col. Charlie Beckwith, the founder of Delta Force had said once. To what relation? not many know but it was damned catchy. "Let's go!"
End
belly of the beast
Getting into the sub basement was easy enough, just a thirty foot drop through an elevator shaft and the guys were in and...it was a mess down there. Blood, scattered papers, the lingering odor of rot and gun powder; a battle had taken place not too long ago, it seemed this was the location of a last stand. But where did the bodies get to? It's not like that could just get up and walk off? Scott had to mentally slap himself at that thought. B.O.W.S, Zombies, Infectious bites. They probably didn't stay dead for too long which means him and the boys were gonna have to kill them all over again. Joy.
Then again, being part of one of the best military trained groups this side of the Marines, or even the seal team six. Scott was pretty confident they had what it would take to, pardon the redundancy, take care of any dead heads and mutants in their paths. James had that shotgun of his, and there was enough firepower between the four of them to reliably drop just about anything they could encounter down in this stink hole.
It was going along swimmingly, anything they encountered that was NOT alive, was put back down again. Anything of note and importance was grabbed, sealed and signed into these little plastic baggies. One thing of note caught Scott's attention and he skimmed across it. "Project Panacea? Doesn't sound, ya know, evil or anything." But as he read through the report files about it, he noticed that it was getting to be less friendly and more....nightmare worthy. "Regeneration tests, genetic manipulation, ninety five percent of subjects body burnt? What the actual goddamn were they doing Sarge?" The more he read, the more it made him sick to his stomach.
Electroshock tests to determine how well the subjects nervous system functioned, severe burns and cauterization of limbs to test her regeneration speed. There was even combat related data where she did not shine at all, rather it noted that the subjects combat faculties were sub par compared to most, if not all tyrant models. Yet one foot note mentioned that while the subjects abilities were sub par they rose dramatically when subjects self-selected partner was threatened.
Slipping the papers into the baggie, Scott sealed them before harshly stuffing them in the bag slung around his shoulder wondering if they'd run into this test subject and if they were alive. The thought made his skin crawl as he brought his rifle to bare before moving on. Of course they were helping clean up some horrible messes left over by umbrella, but what Scott wanted to know was, how long ago did they make this project Panacea and if said subject was still alive.
They moved up, cleaning room after room of your basic rot headed zombies until they got to an area that was.....surprisingly void of blood and rot and the stench of gunpowder. The fact that it was clean.....like squeaky sterilized clean, was the kicker and immediately the boys had their guard up. "James, Scott, keep alert this place is way too clean for my liking. Means someone's still alive down here. So keep quiet and keep your fingers at the ready," Eli growled out under his breath as they moved forward, eyes scanning from corner to corner.
What they found at the end of this rabbit hole in particular was NOT something anyone could ever hope to be prepared for. What they found was a girl, small and frail looking, wearing the remains of a faded green medical gown that did nothing to cover the scars that laced her arms, legs, back and neck. Burn scars, slash marks, bite scars, even scars that looked as if she had bits of flesh gouged from her body. The worst part though, was that she was still alive, still capable of emoting and as she looked up at them she opened her mouth and this raspy, weak little voice choked out from her throat.
"M-more tests?" Samantha looked at them with a mix of curiosity and fear, wondering if more tests were on the way to make her feel better as her captors had put it. Scott had scooped her up and brushed one hand through her hair and shook his head. "N-no, no more tests. You're gonna get to see the sky Today. Right guys?" They looked from each other then back to Scott and nodded. "R-right,"
Handing out the C4 like it was candy, they all got to rigging the place for a prompt demolition before bailing out on the place. Outside they met the three B.S.A.A Agents and a rather interesting conversation panned out. "So those are all the files you could find I take it? And...." Fima pointed at Samantha, eyes display no signs of amusement "who is that?" Scott looked at him and shrugged. "We found her locked up in a cell, not sure how long she was down there. But I think she deserves a second chance at life, yeah?"
It went back and forth like that for some time between the three B.S.A.A agents and the four delta force members sent in to assist them. Scott wasn't gonna budge on this matter, Fima wanted to take her in for questioning and tests, Scott wanted to send her to an adoption agency. It was getting nowhere's and fast.
"Mister Scott Ryman, we appreciate your concerns but she is a potential security risk, we can't just let her free. She could be incubating a dormant strain of the virus. She is coming with us and that is final." He wanted to say something clever or witty, something unique but nothing came out as he set the girl down and ushered her towards the three of them. A smile still on his face. "It'll be alright, don't worry. You'll be fine," and that was that, each respective group parted ways, the B.S.A.A took Samantha with them, while Scott and his group went off, back to base.
Reason for being on AM: Will you be my friend?
Sample RP:
Theme Songs:
(So anti-climatic D: )
Nicknames: Fran/Glenn/that guy/
Main Account: Stitch(Glenn)
Who else do you play?: Stitch
How did you find us?: WITH THE POWER OF MAGNETS!
Category: Original
Name: Samantha Clay
Alias/title/nickname: Panacea/The Pariah/Sammie or Sam
Age: Variable; Eight to Eighteen
Species: Human/virus hybrid
Ranking: Neutral
Physical Appearance:
Pariah
Personality: Exceedingly friendly and helpful without a mean bone in her body, Samantha is a carefree individual with a bubbly hyperactive attitude. Naive and entirely trusting of others, Samantha is unsurprisingly childlike, having to rely on others in some capacity to care for her and her needs. Which, while daunting at first, are relatively easy enough to keep tabs on. So long as you have a strong stomach for one specific need in particular.
Being who she is, Samantha is exceedingly passive by default and rarely shows any signs of aggressiveness towards others, instead showing that she is quite timid during hostile events and would rather try to hide, believing she isn't capable of anything more than being a nuisance, which points fingers to either a rather low level of confidence in herself, or the fact that she is entirely oblivious to her own abilities. However, somewhere in her sub-conscious is a rather aggressive by nature, side to this innocent minded, naive girl that is less cute and more downright terrifying.
Combative and relentless, the so called Pariah half of Samantha is entirely a combat based personality that was either designed or made up by herself during her arduous ordeal when she was created on a cold hard steel table. Being the complete opposite of Samantha/Panacea, Pariah can be described as the slow and methodical half of the hyper, happy fun loving girl. Pariah and Samantha are of the same mind, remembering everything that Samantha remembers, from the people that have been kind to her, to what foods are the most tasty. Though Samantha is often entirely confused when she is given back control, as she can't remember anything up to the point where she resumes control.
Powers/Abilities:
- Biological shape shifting - Samantha's body possesses a unique biological structure that is both incredibly flexible and also highly malleable. Utilizing the stored biomass within her body she can change her appearance, harden her flesh, create lethal martial weapons. Or even enhance her strength.
Claws - The most common offensive ability that Samantha has at her disposable are claws; composed of hardened biomass in the shape of razor sharp four fingered talons, these blades are incredibly sharp, capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease.
Strength form - A more subtle shape-shifting ability, Samantha is capable of bulking up her arms and legs. allowing her to leap higher and hit harder. It's not as dangerous what some would call the tank form and only boosts her strength enough to allow her to lift five hundred pounds at the most and she can hit hard enough to stagger and stumble large, three hundred pound men.
Daggertail - Instead of adding mass and hardness, Samantha instead replaces this with muscle and flexibility, turning the transformed limb into a bladed, slashing prehensile tentacle designed primarily for ranges of thirty feet. Capable of grappling targets, the Daggertail is also effective at reeling targets in, or pulling someone out of harms way.
Tank form Large and imposing are the first things one could think of when they see this alien form standing before them. Standing at seven foot five and weighing in at a staggering earth shaking two thousand pounds, this is the heavy juggernaut of Samantha's shape-shifting abilities, giving her an insane boost to her strength and defense but in turn, makes her as slow and as cumbersome as a tank. Super hardened biomass and enhanced muscular systems allows her to go head to head with targets carrying anti-personnel grenade launchers and high caliber rifles while her strength allows her to effectively flip an armored tank. Maximum strength is seventy tonnes. - A feast - Samantha's method of healing is...unique when compared to the regeneration abilities of other creatures or super humans. While above average in it's own right, it really shows it's true colors when consuming necrotic tissue. By absorbing dead biological matter, her body converts it into more viral biomass which is then used to temporarily boost her regeneration allowing her to heal from the most severe injuries within a matter of minutes.
- Anti-viral - True to her alias of Panacea, Samantha's viral nature is quite literally a cancerous bane upon other viral infections. Selectively targeting and destroying them, anyone she injects with the unique T-N4 virus that courses through her body works in a similar fashion to an anti-body by bonding and in every single case, Neutralizing the infection at a startling rate. However, certain organisms are either highly resistant, or outright impervious to this.
(Most commonly being the highly mutagenic G-virus, T-G, the prototyped virus belonging to Wesker and of course, any type of parasitic organism. Though tyrants seem to be highly resilient to the affects of this as well.) - Fast - Samantha is very quick on her feet as the preliminary tests have shown. Being capable of easily reaching thirty five miles an hour on foot, this display of speed while impressive is only useful for escape or closing the distance in her unarmored form, due to obvious reasons.
Equipment:
Weaknesses
Psychological Flaws:
Panacea:
Naive - Samantha lacks judgement, like really truly lacks any sense of worldly experience of everything around her and as such, can often be misled and confused into doing things for the wrong people for all the wrong reasons. It's not her fault really, it's just that she doesn't really have a good grasp of these things anymore.
Trusting - On top of her naivety, Samantha is entirely way too trustful of others around her, believing wholly in a persons supposed sincerity. Samantha, the actual Samantha that is, is incapable of suspecting other people of ill or wrongdoings and will even help them if she likes the person enough.
Passive - Samantha's passive nature is another problem altogether, now she won't let things happen to other people (said people who are her friends anyways), but she herself won't actually resist despite how painful or degrading it may seem, further pointing fingers towards a possible lack of self-esteem.
Pariah:
Blunt - Pariah shares the trusting aspect of Samantha's weaknesses, as well as part of her Naivety. But what makes Pariah unique is that she isn't as polite as Samantha. Blunt and tactless, Pariah tells it like it is, never sugar-coating her words at all, instead believing that a white lie can hurt more than the hard truth, especially when someone finds out about the white lie. But this does have it's drawbacks, typically it tends to drive people away unless they happen to be the most patient, polite, caring person in the world; in other words, a regular mother Teresa.
Both:
Fire bad! - Viral, hell, even human physiology is damaged by fire and all the times Samantha has been burned has left a nasty little scar on her psyche. The sight of a raging fire, billowing plumes of flame, seas of fire and flesh searing blazes, causes the girl to freeze up. Sometimes even amnesia or memory loss can't truly rid one of a deep rooted fear of fire that's been burnt into ones mind as if with a hot iron.
Physical Flaws:
It's so c-c-cold! - One problem with her new viral physiology is that extremely cold temperatures seem to have a negative impact on her. The most common problem with this, is that her regenerative powers become less effective and she becomes slightly more vulnerable towards receiving damage. Even her armored form which is highly durable and tough, becomes weak and brittle when exposed to the biting cold.
Float like a rock - One of the problems with her armor is that, well, she sinks. Like a lump of lead being dropped into a tub of highly oxygenated water. Even without the armor she has trouble staying afloat, seeing as how she weighs close to five hundred pounds at the least. In short, she's her own pair of concrete diving flippers.
Allergies allergies - Samantha is like any other person in that she can have allergic reactions and even get sick. Though unlike other people however, getting a viral or bacterial infection is impossible. It's when someone gives her an anti-biotic, or even an antiseptic spray that the crazy happens. Antibiotics for instance, make her violently ill, almost akin to a flu virus as her body literally combats the anti bacterial effects of the medicine. Antiseptic sprays work in an allergenic role, something akin to hay fever, itchy skin, runny eyes, congestion of the nasal passages. In short, this kind of stuff really makes for one miserable encounter. As well as effectively disabling her, as far as the antibiotics are concerned. To be fair, any kind of anti-viral/bacterial/septic medical supplies have this effect.
TAAAAAAANK! - Samantha's tank form is big, powerful, built like a solid block of steel and....coincidentally, moves about as quick as the solid block of steel. Like, to put it bluntly and into as few words as possible, Sam is a juggernaut in the tank form, she can't move fast, her running speed is about as fast as a normal person can run, and she turns like a car with two wheels. Not exactly something you want when it comes down to fighting Speedy Gonzales who could literally cherry tap her into submission.
Need more mass, Mine more mass - Samantha, not surprisingly also needs to consume biological matter to function and keep her abilities and stuff maintained. Large amounts of food, or several dead bodies (unless your in raccoon city). It's not an active burn, rather, Sam uses up the mass for her abilities and when she deactivates her abilities, the mass used in making them sort of falls off, breaking apart into small chip like pieces of clay esque material.
Other Flaws: N/A
Brief History:
January seventeenth, 2012; ten clicks outside of raccoon city.
It was a quiet night, the stars were out, obscured only by the dim red light inside the interior of the UH-1N huey. Corporal Scott Ryman was sitting in the back with Sergeant Eli Torres, Private Ramsay Macginnis and Private James Hunter. "So, what's the sitch Serge?" Scott chipped in, his hands flipping over his Rifle; the ever venerable always popular, M4a1 carbine. He looked out the window again, sighed and waited for Eli's gritty voice to kick in. Which was, and don't quote Scott on this, always fun to hear at six am in the morning. "The Sitch as you like to call it Corporal, is that we are en route to meet up with three Agents from the B.S.A.A, or, the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance to those who suck with Acronyms." He shot a look at Scott, that dripped with mild annoyance.
"The B.S.A.A? those anti bio-terrorism guys? Who'd we piss off to be forced into helping those crazy sods?" Scott glanced over at James with a shrug before turning his sights back over to one of the windows, "That's not the point. What is the point here, is that we're here to assist those crazy bastards in dealing with some of Umbrella's left overs. Yeah, you heard me right girls, we are going to be fighting some night of the living dead shit in Raccoon city and other assorted miscellany from freaks anonymous."
No laughter, that was typical more so when you realized you were being sent right into the waiting jaws, of something with literal jaws bigger than it's own head. Scott wasn't keen on this, neither was Eli, James or Ramsay. But an assignment was an assignment. They were on the clock now and it was do or die; most likely die if they made a single idiot mistake. But hey, worse things could happen like latrine duty for the rest of your natural life. But then again, being turned into a shambling rotter was high up on that list as well.
Scott made a mental note not to get bitten anytime soon. And if it did happen, to go out with a tremendous bang as he absentmindedly patted one of the blocks of c4 tucked into his combat harness with a smile. Today was just going to be one of those days and Scott was looking forward to it.
They were greeted at the landing zone by three people, Fima Lagunov, Jian Chu and Alex Riese. In total, that made seven people going into a building, cordoned off by Raccoon cities finest. "Okay, here's the situation you four," Alex chipped in with a smile as he laid out the details of the plan. "We're gonna collect any files or intel relating to what the hell is going on here and anything that looks the slightest bit funny, moves funny or even breaths funny. You shoot it till it stops moving. If you find anyone alive and well, check for bites, if they don't have any get them out of there. If they do have any, get them out and get em into quarantine. Got it? Got it? Good."
"There's a sub basement in this place, that's where we're going. The building seems to be one of many old safe houses that Umbrella built around the city. Thing is, it's built like a damn maze and it's built pretty large. So the easiest solution we came up with is once we're done down there, we're gonna collapse a large part of the entrance. Bury this abomination under several tons of dirt, concrete and steel. You got that?"
All at once, they shouted with much gusto as they walked towards the building, weapons at the ready. "We ain't making no goddamn cornflakes here!" It was something Col. Charlie Beckwith, the founder of Delta Force had said once. To what relation? not many know but it was damned catchy. "Let's go!"
End
belly of the beast
Getting into the sub basement was easy enough, just a thirty foot drop through an elevator shaft and the guys were in and...it was a mess down there. Blood, scattered papers, the lingering odor of rot and gun powder; a battle had taken place not too long ago, it seemed this was the location of a last stand. But where did the bodies get to? It's not like that could just get up and walk off? Scott had to mentally slap himself at that thought. B.O.W.S, Zombies, Infectious bites. They probably didn't stay dead for too long which means him and the boys were gonna have to kill them all over again. Joy.
Then again, being part of one of the best military trained groups this side of the Marines, or even the seal team six. Scott was pretty confident they had what it would take to, pardon the redundancy, take care of any dead heads and mutants in their paths. James had that shotgun of his, and there was enough firepower between the four of them to reliably drop just about anything they could encounter down in this stink hole.
It was going along swimmingly, anything they encountered that was NOT alive, was put back down again. Anything of note and importance was grabbed, sealed and signed into these little plastic baggies. One thing of note caught Scott's attention and he skimmed across it. "Project Panacea? Doesn't sound, ya know, evil or anything." But as he read through the report files about it, he noticed that it was getting to be less friendly and more....nightmare worthy. "Regeneration tests, genetic manipulation, ninety five percent of subjects body burnt? What the actual goddamn were they doing Sarge?" The more he read, the more it made him sick to his stomach.
Electroshock tests to determine how well the subjects nervous system functioned, severe burns and cauterization of limbs to test her regeneration speed. There was even combat related data where she did not shine at all, rather it noted that the subjects combat faculties were sub par compared to most, if not all tyrant models. Yet one foot note mentioned that while the subjects abilities were sub par they rose dramatically when subjects self-selected partner was threatened.
Slipping the papers into the baggie, Scott sealed them before harshly stuffing them in the bag slung around his shoulder wondering if they'd run into this test subject and if they were alive. The thought made his skin crawl as he brought his rifle to bare before moving on. Of course they were helping clean up some horrible messes left over by umbrella, but what Scott wanted to know was, how long ago did they make this project Panacea and if said subject was still alive.
They moved up, cleaning room after room of your basic rot headed zombies until they got to an area that was.....surprisingly void of blood and rot and the stench of gunpowder. The fact that it was clean.....like squeaky sterilized clean, was the kicker and immediately the boys had their guard up. "James, Scott, keep alert this place is way too clean for my liking. Means someone's still alive down here. So keep quiet and keep your fingers at the ready," Eli growled out under his breath as they moved forward, eyes scanning from corner to corner.
What they found at the end of this rabbit hole in particular was NOT something anyone could ever hope to be prepared for. What they found was a girl, small and frail looking, wearing the remains of a faded green medical gown that did nothing to cover the scars that laced her arms, legs, back and neck. Burn scars, slash marks, bite scars, even scars that looked as if she had bits of flesh gouged from her body. The worst part though, was that she was still alive, still capable of emoting and as she looked up at them she opened her mouth and this raspy, weak little voice choked out from her throat.
"M-more tests?" Samantha looked at them with a mix of curiosity and fear, wondering if more tests were on the way to make her feel better as her captors had put it. Scott had scooped her up and brushed one hand through her hair and shook his head. "N-no, no more tests. You're gonna get to see the sky Today. Right guys?" They looked from each other then back to Scott and nodded. "R-right,"
Handing out the C4 like it was candy, they all got to rigging the place for a prompt demolition before bailing out on the place. Outside they met the three B.S.A.A Agents and a rather interesting conversation panned out. "So those are all the files you could find I take it? And...." Fima pointed at Samantha, eyes display no signs of amusement "who is that?" Scott looked at him and shrugged. "We found her locked up in a cell, not sure how long she was down there. But I think she deserves a second chance at life, yeah?"
It went back and forth like that for some time between the three B.S.A.A agents and the four delta force members sent in to assist them. Scott wasn't gonna budge on this matter, Fima wanted to take her in for questioning and tests, Scott wanted to send her to an adoption agency. It was getting nowhere's and fast.
"Mister Scott Ryman, we appreciate your concerns but she is a potential security risk, we can't just let her free. She could be incubating a dormant strain of the virus. She is coming with us and that is final." He wanted to say something clever or witty, something unique but nothing came out as he set the girl down and ushered her towards the three of them. A smile still on his face. "It'll be alright, don't worry. You'll be fine," and that was that, each respective group parted ways, the B.S.A.A took Samantha with them, while Scott and his group went off, back to base.
Reason for being on AM: Will you be my friend?
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