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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 23, 2005 18:22:38 GMT -5
As all the noise and light exploded around him, Vincent found himself facing one of the mysterious men in black. To them it was just the two of them, and nothing else mattered. Or at least that was what Vincent thought, when in reality, the man in black knew exactly what was happening, and he knew his purpose. Vincent, on the other hand, did not. However, as these things often do, Vincent's obliviousness came in handy. The man in front of him came closer, and Vincent, not knowing what else to do, bent at the waist to pick up his gun. As he did, a man in ominous black sailed over his shoulder as he tried desperately to tackle the oblivious one. Leveling his gun, Vincent aimed for the man's gun arm, which was, in fact not carrying a gun. "Oh well," thought Vincent as he shot the man's arm, and the assailant went down, clenching his shoulder. Running up to the injured man, Vincent kicked his other shoulder repeatedly, all the while yelling, "Who are you?? What the hell are you doing??"
The man simply looked up with a toothy grin as the blunt weapon of another man connected with Vincent's skull, sending him down to the ground as his eyes felt as though they were melting into the back of his head...
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 23, 2005 20:42:52 GMT -5
taking his brimstone rattler (Desert Eagle (known for its power and peircing shot) and Anaconda (known for its accuracy) hybrid with a brimstone compound put on the shots as they come in to give them extra kick) Hennekin peared around the left side and shot 2 men's legs out shattering them and kicking the people down on their chest, he then took out a knife, lept to the right and threw a knife into one man's skull, shooting out one more man, he then took out a 2nd knife and stabed one man on approch, only to get hit in the back... Falling, Hennekin saw others getting knocked out rather than getting killed, he backed away, took out clorophorm, and knocked himself out painlessly.
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 24, 2005 19:03:37 GMT -5
Snatching his crossbow up and scrambling past the man who had knocked out Victor, Kevin scurried to the rear of the store. Standing up, he noticed the silence that now filled the room. He saw bodies lying around, most of the mystery attackers, one he identified as Vincent, and another as the man in the white suit. The stillness of the empty space was broken by a shuffling noise, and voices he could not identify. He only hoped the assailants would not notice him in the back of the store.
His hope soon faded as two of the attackers emerged from the darkness and advanced on him. "Just put down your weapon and come quietly." said one in a low voice. Kevin did not answer. He would have fired his crossbow, were it not for the fact that he was missing a bolt. The two men closed in on him. One lunged at kevin, forcing him to drop the crossbow. Kevin struggled for a moment, then was twisted towards the wall and knocked sensless by the second man.
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Post by Azan on Apr 24, 2005 20:22:00 GMT -5
Matt walked up to the group of people “so why are we all here, is one of you Morpheus?”<br>Matt was hoping it was someone from the real world, Matts father had always said one day your gonna get shot, but matt never really cared because he thought he could stop bullets.
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 24, 2005 20:30:21 GMT -5
And then Matt was clubbed in the back of the head by one of the men.
(now that everyone's out cold, I can advance the plot. Expect it about wednesday the 27th. If i'm lucky, I can come back on again tonight, but don't count on it.)
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 24, 2005 22:02:23 GMT -5
(guess I'm lucky then)
Victor slowly began to return to consiousness. His vision blurry, he wasn't able to make out much, but it seemed like there were a few men in white coats standing over him, instruments and lights behing them. Then the pain hit him. It felt like he was cut in a million places, and some organs felt like they were pricked with hundreds of needles. He screamed, and the man-shapes jolted, then re-adjusted a mask on his face. Victor blacked out once more.
Suddenly, he sat straight up in bed, shouting and in a cold sweat. Covering his eyes, he thought to himself; It must have been a nightmeare. Only a dream.
This illusion lifted as he removed the hand, to find himself in a small, bright white room, a halogen lamp eliminating every shadow. He looked down to find himself wearing a red jumpsuit and sitting in a cot. He glanced around the room, looking for his belongings. The only contents were the cot, the celing lamp, an air duct, a mirror, and a door with a small barred window. Victor stood up and gazed out the bars. It looked like a holding block, and right across the hall seemed to be an operation room.
So it wasn't a dream. But what happend to me?
This question was answered as he looked at the mirror and stood speechless in horror. Staring back at him was not a human, but a giant, bipedial rat. Victor stumbled backwards with a yelp, and the reflection did with him. That... thing was him.
"This can't be real, this can't be real, this can't be real..." Victor said over and over, trying to reassure himself as he stared at the beast facing him.
"Oh, but it is, Mr Shaw." Said a voice as the door clanked open. Two of the balck armored men stepped in, along with the speaker, a tall, balding man in a lab coat. "That's right, you are now one of our moreaus."
"A moreaus? What the hell are you talking about? What the hell did you do to me?" Said Victor, getting hysterical.
"A mammal-human hybrid, my brainchild in fact. You and the rest of those with you had their DNA altered, along with various internal organs, to combine the best traits of both species. Your mammal DNA was, of course, a brown rat. We have also mastered creating canine, feline, bat, dolphin, and whale moreaus, with several different species of each. Your training begins tomorrow. Goodbye, Mr. Shaw." He said as the door closed.
Victor began to pound on the steel cell door, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"What the hell do you mean, training? What the hell is this? Who the hell are you?"
But there was no reply.
(yeah, as I said, it would get wierd, so if you don't like it, say your character died in the operation. I know kiddo's stickin' in though.)
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 25, 2005 1:45:50 GMT -5
He was sticking his key into the house's lock. Twisting it a little, Canis heard the familier click of the bolt sliding into place. It was the same as always, every day the same, every day perfection. After a nice day at the office, I get to come home to my dear wife. I don't think life can get any better right now. Ah... What a life have you made for yourself, Cane? With a large smile and a deep breath, the large man pounced through the door. "Honey! I'm ho...." Furniture was scattered everywhere. Green dollar bills layed at strange intervals on the ground. The twilight red of the sun played across the broken glass on the floor. The high pitched scream of help was cut short. Canis' wife had tried calling to him. Clenching his fists, the young man charged up the stairs, glass crunching under his feet. Charging towards his open bedroom door, Cane was prepared for anything. Swinging the door open with a slam, Canis couldn't beleive his eyes. "Don't move, or "sweety" here gets a new mouth." The man in black grinned at his partner, now pillaging the room in search of valubles, after holding his silver knife up to the throat of the woman he was restraining. Cane was nearly reduced to tears as he saw his wife like that. She was wearing his favorite red dress, they were going out to dinner that night. The man sobbed while staring at the knife with frightened eyes. "Please -- please let her go. You can take anything you want. Just let her go, please!" Once more, the man in black grinned at his partner. His crooked teeth glimmering in the fading light. "Whadda'ya think, Quinn." he asked the other man, "What do you think we should do? If I let her go, he might make a grab for me." As if noticing him for the first time, the parter -Quinn-, nearly jumped in suprise of Canis' height and lumbering limbs. This one, a little frightened, spoke in a wavering voice. "I... you, don't let her go. I don't want him anywhere near me." Looking back at Canis, the first man looked almost dissapointed. Turning the blade towards the woman's neck, he seemed to tempt the large man to do something. Out of honed reflex, Cane took a step forward. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. What did I tell you about not moving?" Slipping the knife slowly across her neck, the new wound dripped blood. Angry blood. Red blood. Dying blood. Cane heard a scream that gurgled to a stop as his dead love hit the floor. Everything else turned dark, nothing else mattered except... Red, the color of Canis' tearing eyes, the color of the knife dripping his happiness's blood, the color of his erupting rage. Red, the last color the other two men would ever see. Diving at them, no longer caring about his own safety, Canis swiped the knife from the first man's hand. A second later, his large hands reached out, one on each arm. Each murderous arm. Pulling outwards ruthlessly, blood gushed from the gaping holes where the man's arms used to be. Red, the color that drove the clean insane. Grabbing with all of his strength, Canis strangled the man, lifting him off the floor, throwing him towards the ground. He didn't hear the scream of the man as his foot crushed the head, completely sucking out whatever life was left in the man. Canis didn't hear the gunshot of Quinn, or feel the bullet ripping through his arm. He only felt red. Red blood. Charging at the very frightened man, Canis punched through the man's chest quickly, ripping out the bloody red heart of Quinn. Soon, much the same treatment befell this man as had the last. Without remorse, Cane ripped parts of the body apart, even after the man had obviously died. The once white room was now completely covered in red. Dripping, horrifying, intoxicating red. Digging through him was red. More pain. How could there be more pain?! Surging with all of his strengh upwards, Quinn opened his eyes, harshly staring around the room. he saw through one eye, as if the other was completely gone. Roaring, the large man broke his bonds easily. Now, for the first time, Quinn noticed the men in white, tools in hand. Some inside of him. The red was everywhere. Red on white. "Red, red, red." "That does not answer the question Mr. Reed! What happened that night at 6 O'clock in your household, Mr. Reed?" The lawyer's questions never got past Canis' ear's, he knew only one word: "RED! RED! RED!" His voice screamed out across the courthouse. Tears welled in the man's eyes. He saw nothing but the red blur in front of him. Once more, Quinn's eyes snapped open, nervously, feverishly, the man clawed at the wall. The padding was begginning to shred under his hands. With a howl, Quinn hardly heard a man's words from outside the cell door. "Calm down! Calm down Mr. Reed... it's okay, I'm here to help." The psychiatrist spoke soothingly to Canis, bringing his insanity down a notch. Taking a deep breath, the large man noted that he was sitting in his new favorite brown chair. The darkened room bringing him down a little farther. He loved talking to Dr. Kim. She always made him feel better. Her voice sent shivers up his spine. "Now, let's begin. Can you remember your name, Mr. Reed?" "Quinn." Sighing, the doctor stood up and walked around her desk to Canis, lying her hand on his shoulder. "Canis... I know you know who you are. You need to remember who you are. Who are you, really?" He was no longer Canis, that man had died a long time ago. Why didn't anyone realize that? A small sunbeam found its way through the curtains of the office. Its red light filling a shaft of the air. 'Red!" "We'll have to try again some other time, some other time, my patient." Quinn realized he had been snarling the word through the bars of his cell's door. A man in black shook his head and walked away. Quinn didn't regain his senses until the man rounded a corner down the hall. "Wait! Where am I?!" His words echoed down the hall, falling upon the dead ears of the concrete walls. With a grunt, Quinn Placed his hands on the bars, pulling them apart with all of his strength, his claws digging into his palms with the effort. Wait... Claws? Taking a step backwards, staring at his grey, furry, clawed hands, Quinn noticed a mirror from the corner of his eye. Turning towards it, he yelped. Half of his face, and his new snout, had the features of a wolf, a scar ran from the places it met human skin, as if some perverse operaton had to be stopped. His legs were completely wolf now, as well, he could feel the added strength in them. "What have I become?" His eye was yellow, with a round black pupil that slitted when he saw.... "Red..." A jumpsuit had been stretched over his body, uncomfortably squeezing him. Quinn restrained his insanity, remembering his dreams. Quinn... (or was is Canis?) dropped himself to the floor. Who have I become?
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 25, 2005 6:07:49 GMT -5
(i call kat)
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 25, 2005 12:51:06 GMT -5
(shoddy bat)
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 25, 2005 14:58:36 GMT -5
((no fair, I don't wanna be dolphin man))
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 25, 2005 19:41:40 GMT -5
Waking up in the middle of the van ride, Hennekin saw himself in with a group of the men with the guns he faught earlier... as one of them noticed him, he yelled "wait, hold on, there is some sorta mistake, im not suppost to be here, I wasn't even suppost to be at the convenience store, it was all suppost to be a joke, ya see, just a big missunderstanding, so how about you just let me g..." and with that the men rechloroformed him.
Hours later he woke up from a great sleep. He looked over across his room to his clock only to find it not there, then he recalled the last night and hit his arm on the side of his head "that was stupid of me, I was taken hostage, how could I forget something like that".
Chuckling to himself and trying to remain positive, he looked around the room, "hmm, a mirror ehh at least its better than a standard prision. Hmm can't say I approve of a jumper, nor this shade of grey (cats can't see red). looking out the window, he saw the cresant moon "hmm, wait a minnute, should it be this bright out with a crecent moon?" "Aliens?" He now backed away and looked through the bars in his door, "hmm human arcitecture, so I doubt this is alien". looking around he again spotted the mirror with glowing eyes shining back at him. Approching the mirror, he saw them as his own.
Hmm cat eyes, cat tail, cat ears... I like my old form, but these are tecniqually a physical improvement... I wonder. He then lept across the room "increased speed, agility, balance. Not bad, not bad at all."
"i wonder what happened to the rest of them in that room, and if im gonna pay for being an uninvited guest later".
"ehh, I better ajust to being a cat person, because I dont think I get to go back to being pure human" he thought.
hennekin then sharpened his claws on the bed
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 25, 2005 20:50:19 GMT -5
((You spelled shottie wrong, i'm taking bat))
Kevin awoke on a cold, sterile tile floor in some unknown place. He opened his eyes, expecting to see his surroundings, but instead his eyes were met with a bright blur. He could only make out shapes of what appeared to be a cot. The bright light prevented him from seeing any other details of the room.
Kevin heard something then, a low hum from somewhere in the room. the entire left half of his torso felt numb, but he forced his legs to lift him up off the ground. Kevin expected his eyes to become accustomed to the bright light, but he could still only see a dark blob which he assumed was a cot. He moved towards the sound, and rather quickly discovered the source to be a ventilation duct, which he knew by feeling it with his right hand. "Since when have I been able to hear air ducts?" he said, but soon he knew the answer. His voice came out as a high pitched squeak. He gasped in suprise. Slowly, he brought his right hand up to his head. His ears felt much more pointy and furry than they used to. His face was pointed and his front teeth were razor sharp. "What's happened to me?" Kevin squeaked. He felt along the wall until he encountered a small mirror. Squinting at the reflective surface carefully, he found to his dismay that the features reflected were not that of his own. They were much more bat like. He used his still humanoid right arm to feel his numb left side. To his horror, he found that his arm was missing, replaced with a weak, light bone structure that was folded up against his side. It had a claw at one end and more bones protruding with flaps of skin connecting them. Definitely bat-like. Kevin felt his way to the wall and sat down with his back against it.
After a period of time in which Kevin sat and stared at the blurry room, he heard voices. Standing up, he moved along the wall until he found the door. Leaning outward, he could see blurry speakers. Although they were down the hall a considerable way, he could hear them clearly.
"Unforunately, our bat moreaus did not turn out as well as the others." said one voice. "The surgeons found the DNA alteration did not work out as well as planned, and they were forced to delay the transformation operations." The speaker opened the cell door. "Here he is. Kevin is it?"
"What have you done to me?" Came Kevin's raspy, squeaky reply.
"Oh, it's not all bad." Said the blurry speaker."You are an experimental moreaus. Essentially, we tried to make you half bat half human. There were a few complications however..." The speaker trailed off with some disapproving clicks.
"Why... Can't I see?" squeaked Kevin as he strained to clear his vision.
"Although your eyesight is diminished incredibly, you have keen sense of hearing, do you not? Unfortunately, your wing surgery had to be delayed. You still have use of your right hand, but the left wing is... not as functional..."
Kevin twitched the claws on the end of his wing-arm. "I want my sight back."
"I'm afraid that's out of the question at this point. The DNA switch didn't work too well. We are debating whether or not we should keep you around at this point."
"So you're letting me go?"
"I'm afraid that is impossible. The public will not be allowed to know of these operations. No, the only options are to continue surgery, or to... eliminate you. Good bye for now. In your condition, you won't be able to participate in training tomorrow. You're... blind as a bat. Hahahaha"
Kevin sank to the floor as the laugh receeded down the hall. He had been captured, altered, imprisoned, and now he was going to be executed.
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 25, 2005 22:01:11 GMT -5
(great, great, wonderful posts everyone, no joke. Also, there is no need to fight for moreaus, there can be more than one kind of each. I'll wait for jiub and azan to post (or kill their chars) before moving on. If you want your moreaus to be different, there are several different species of each type of moreaus (ie, vampire bat and fruit bat) and there's always dolphin and bear moreaus, which no one has chosen yet. I don't want to force anyone into a certian moreaus type. So juib, azan, hurry yo asses up!)
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 26, 2005 6:26:01 GMT -5
(jiub, choose dolphin or bear, that would kick ass as we all would have something different!!!)
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 26, 2005 17:30:46 GMT -5
As he slowly regained consciousness, Vincent, felt a little...different. Assuming it was the fact that he had most certainly been carried in his sleep, he ignored it and sat up in his bunk. Noticing that he was in a reddish jumper, he wondered where his possesions were, and it was now that he began to think, Where am I?
With his legs hanging off the bed, he began to try and remember what happened. "Someone...flew...over my shoulder....the other one....hit..me..," mumbled vincent, and as he began to remember the night at the convenience store, his head swirled with questions that which he could not answer. "How did I get here? Why am I in a cell? What's going on?"
Trying to clear his mind, Vincent suddenly realized that his legs were itching terribly. He reached down to vigorously scratch his leg as he scanned the ceiling for any clues that might tell him where he was. Long, deep canyons of red erupted in his skin as his claws left his leg...
"CLAWS???"
Jumping up in pain, Vincent hit his head on the 8 foot high ceiling and immediately passed out again.
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Slowly opening his eyes, Vincent once again looked around him, lifting his head from it's resting place. His head surged with pain as he did so, however, and he promptly put it back down. As he looked down his body, which lay on an operating table, he noticed that his skin was human, his chest was human, but his arms and legs were covered in fur, and his nails had been replaced with claws! He retained his opposable thumbs, and was extremely grateful. After the initial shock of becoming some sort of monster, Vincent realized that he had much better smell, and that every muscle in his body was incredibly stronger. Relaxing just a little, Vincent took notice to the other three men in the room. Hoping they didn't know he was awake, he lay on the bed, perfectly still. One of the other three began to yell at another, and the third just stood, as though to confirm the first's every word.
"I told you to get the skin right! Bears have bear skin! NOT human flesh!" yelled the first. "It's too risky! With his body size, he'd lose too much blood!" screamed the second, who appeared to be a doctor. "Then increase his body size! You did it once!" "Yes, but now he's a full seven feet! Any more, and the nervous system will dissolve!" Looking down at himself, Vincent realized that he was considerably taller than before. As he did so, the first man leaned close to the second. "Is it possible?" "Well, yes bu-" "DO IT!" An eery silence crept over the room as the men turned to look at Vincent. Vincent began to fear for what would happen next, but he didn't dare move. "Something's wrong..." said the first man while staring at Vincent. "What do you mean, he's perfectly still!" "Exactly." There was a click, and Vincent felt something bury into his chest. Leaping from the operating table, he began screaming loudly, as the doctor yelled something about how he must be stopped, but Vincent was too busy worrying about the... dart...in...the...... With a loud thud, Vincent's unconcious body hit the floor.
Waking up once again in the lonely cell, Vincent stood up, and realized that it was not, in fact, the same cell. "This one is smaller," thought Vincent.
"I bet you think your cell is smaller, don't you?"
Whipping his body around to face the speaker, Vincent reached into his sportcoat, pulled out his Berreta, and leveled it at the man's head. It was right around then that Vincent realized that he did not have his Berreta, or his sportcoat. Feeling quite foolish, waving his hands around, Vincent stared at the man outside his cell. "What the hell have you done to me?" inquired Vincent.
"Well, do you want the long story or the short story?" "Just give it to me." "Well, quite frankly, we have replaced every part of your body, with the exception of your face, chest, and opposable thumbs, with the parts of a bear. You are our bear moreaus. Unfortuneately, one of our doctors didn't get the skin quite right, so it was a little too thin, and now it's a little too thick. but, hey, things happen." "THINGS HAPPEN? I'M A F***ING BEAR!" "Well, if you look at it that way, maybe." Silence filled the air around them as Vincent stared straight into the man's cold, heartless eyes. "Well, I think we've covered everything for now. I suggest you get some rest. You are one of the last of your group to undergo surgery, you should get ready for tomorrow's training. Sleep well, Mr. Ursa." The man's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the halls as he laughed at his own, bad joke. Vincent sat, and after thinking over his situation, decided to go to sleep, if he could.
Hmm... a bear...
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