Session Start: Sat Feb 02 20:04:52 2008 Session Ident: #iog2 * Now talking in #iog2 == Lude Start == Drifting in and out of sleep after the day's exertions, Trune's mind seems to wander for a time through the mists sluggishly. The fuzzy edges of your vision frame what looks like a high-tech room of some kind, with a few doors and and a bank of monitoring stations. * Amy (Amy@c-71-193-216-244.hsd1.or.comcast.net) has joined #iog2 «ooc: Am I actually in the dream itself, or just observing? » The place is silent, a few rotating chairs empty of people who might've once watched this post. << you're there >> * Trune slowly walks through the room, glancing about at the blinking consoles and doors. He stops by one of the chairs and idly spins it, his face thoughful, but strangely detached. Spinning the chair around, there is a flash of a figure in it for one rotation. Leah? But it disappears just as quickly. * Trune starts, pulling his hand back quickly as he watches the chair spin a couple of more times before stopping, "...Leah." The screen the chair faces bleeps, echoing in the stillness. The data stream it is following reminds you of an Elementalor's biorythms. The Alpha wave graph is oscillating very high. But where is the test subject? There's a jumble of text you cannot understand, but one word jumps out. "Thought Virus - test subject #A129" * Trune blinks once, slowly, as he begins to piece things together in his mind. It takes a moment; his mind is operating as if stuck in mollasses, "...Thought virus? Here?" Who...who was the subject? ...Was it Leah? Or... * Trune shakes his head, trying to piece it together. There's a dull throb in his head as he tries to think. Why is his headache even here? This is obviously a dream. The door to the room creaks open. I'm dreaming...but something's wrong...I'm also talking to myself and that's totally a frist sign of going cr--who's there? There's a man in a black suit with a tiny earpiece on and dark glasses in the doorway. He stares into the room, but it looks like he doesn't acknowledge you're there, like a ghost. "Everyone else has evacuated I see." he speaks, but into the earpiece, holding it with a gloved hand, his other on a pistol. * Trune gulps, eying the imposing man, then his gun, "..shit." * Trune then breathes out a little when he realizes that he most likely can't be seen. This is a dream, after all, and apparently he is a spectator. "...right. We have to destroy all the evidence of the op. The rest should be automatic for Zero Hour." The man aims at the console and suddenly shoots it as it blows up and sparks madly. * Trune jumps back as the first shot is fired, practically falling back on one of the rotating chairs, "Oh geez!" * Trune pushes past the dull ache in his head to think. . o O ( Destroy evidence...Zero hour...they mean to cover this up? But why?! ) [Agent] *chuckles darkly* Ironic isn't it? That the work by the dissidents to reprogram the Elementalors is going to help us make them even more powerful with a living circuit... too bad Webbly and Albion are six feet under. * Trune stops and stares at the agent as these words are spoken, his mouth dropping open. «ooc: I'm rhyming! ;) » << hehe >> The agent turns around, the door swinging open and the consoles catching fire. I...I need to get out of here... * Trune quickly rights himself and follows behind the agent, wanting to find out more. [Agent] You don't fuck with the CIA, boys. He starts down the corridor holding his gun tightly and yelling into the headset. as it starts sounding out. "Dammit, Zophar's UN goons are here already?" * Trune 's mouth sets into a line, a look of anger suddenly crossing his face at the mention of Zophar's name. The agent mumbles about files and darts right at an intersection as the walls shake and lights go to red emergency ones. The base must be under attack...wait, did Zophar want the elementlors too? What's going on? Time seems to compress, and you're suddenly in an archive, with the man ripping a cabinet drawer open and grabbing a manilla folder, which he is quickly setting on fire in a wastebasket. There doesn't seem to be any matches.. did he start the blaze with willforce? In either case, the files burn, but you get a good look at the pages before they are ripped out One of them shows a young man who looks very similar to Leah. The file says this is #A129 subject Huh, that's Leah? No...that's a guy...that's the subject? The 'Thought Virus' appears to be an entity inserted into the subject's mind.. but to do what? You can't catch it before they are destroyed. Just then the wall literally is blasted in to the room and the man hurled into the wall. "Shit" Beyond is a bunch of troops in black uniforms with automatic rifles all pointed inside to the wounded agent, blood trickling from his lips. At the head is a strangely familiar woman. Emiria? No, she seems different, older. It's an sentient thi--what?! * Trune suddenly ducks behind a desk for protection, watching what appears to be past history unfold. ...That must be Emma. Emma Razgriz. [Woman] Hah, it's over. This is the last outpost of your precious government left. The coup is complete and the President dead. How delightful that you were done in by your very own weapons I sold you to fight Zophar. [Emma] But you still have one secret weapon left... give me the secret to the Elementalor project and maybe you'll be spared! [Agent] You're too late, bitch. It's gone where you & Zophar can never get it. ...Heh. Serves you right that you never got it. [Emma] ... Just then the men open fire and shred the agent to a bloody mess, his sunglasses cracking as they fly off and hit the floor, and she crushes them under her heel, furious. The scene then pauses. * Trune flinches, surprises that Emiria in a past life was such so...vicious. «ooc: surprised, even » There's a revolving desk chair in the corner of the room, in which venus sits dressed like a secretary of some sort. «ooc: also, -such. WTF :( » Venus? What are you doing here? [Venus] Ah, so you're starting to come a little closer... * Trune peers up from his hiding spot by the desk, "Coming closer? What do you mean?" [Venus] The secret of the one who's over us all. The prime directive. We're all moving closer to understanding now, Trune... The one who's over you all? You don't mean...? [Venus] ...oh, you're so young and cute. I hope your body can take it. It's a rather nasty infection. Infection? What the hell are you talking about? And the one who's over you all...? I don't understand, we...I...I killed her! [Venus] That's right! Subject #A129 is dead... poor dear. They suffered so much since then. [Venus] But the experiment isn't over, Trune... It's not? Venus chuckles lightly. "I'm really not sure what'll happen. But let's just say... if you wanted to understand what we are, soon you will need only look in the mirror..." The vision of the altered woman fades into light dust. * Trune 's mind is racing, slowly beginning to piece things together. The ache in his head intensifies, "...You...you can't mean...wait! Venus!" The headache indeed intensifies, and it's so painful that you're forced to wake up in a cold sweat. * Trune wakes up with a scream, breathing quickly as if running a long distance. Aa--aah...A dream...has to be...must be...it can't be... * Trune places both of his hands on the bed to support himself, his breathing slowing down slightly, but the headache does not diminish, "...Can't be..." «ooc: done! » == Lude End == WELL I THINK TRUNE KNOWS HE'S SCREWED NOW Session Close: Sat Feb 02 21:17:12 2008