by Brnin8r » Wed Jan 07, 2009 1:14 pm
The girl Julian walked up to flinched at first in fear at the voice before she looks up. "Julian!" she cries as she darts across the room to hug him tightly. Now the hug, obviously, wasn't intended for affection, but Julian got the very distinct impression she was scared out of her wits and wanted something bigger to protect her.
Surge would discover that the folder file was in fact thick with random papers. As he perused their content he would find different plans, named boys who had died in action, pictures of key strategic areas in the boys armies and infrastructure, detailed letters of this particular council agreeing to trade off a few boys for their own protection from the girls, a few stacks of cash given to them with the photograph of a boy with a picture of a girl that looked distinctly like the boy in front. Finally at the back of the file, were plans with TOP SECRET stamped on each one. Pictures and blueprints of various weaponry that detailed at first defective weapons to be given to boys in the field...but as Surge looked further he realized why these boys might have committed such a mass suicide; a machine of their own. A new frontier of technology that could help the boys. The machine seemed capable of storing sound as a round of ammunition. Various test subjects both boy and girl are documented here with various side affects like jostled organs, irreparable brain damage, and a slow agonizing death. This illustrated clearly why the girls would have done this...but Surge hadn't seen the "this" that had happened. (lol)
Arthur would find the fort relatively spooky. The ambience was almost too much to bear in one sitting. As if the scene couldn't get any scarier he felt a hand pat him on the shoulder. "Tell me, soldier. Who did this?"
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Jaina seemed truely worried as she darted back and forth. She didn't pay attention to Alana for the most part but as she paced to different pieces of machinery she'd put in her two cents. "There's not much else you can do." she grabbed a rifle, "You know how to use one of the real ones right?" Alana would find it a little confusing but pretty similar to her FemmeX gun and Shock rounds with the boy's guns. "I need you to defend as best you can because Rachel's in stasis...and if the machines are damaged or the power is lost...we might lose Rachel." she went back to work, relaying power and whatnot around the lab.
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