_Essex_

Essex: "Oh, thank you sir!" *begins to diligently scrub at the green spot*

....

"Ooh, suddenly I'm so dizzy....and nauseated...and - *loses consciousness*"

So.

Soviet's return + Essex left alone at work (AGAIN) + Spare post it notes = GLEE.

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Nice, you got Ess to freeze up.

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"Ah. There is the reset button."

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@_@ *is brought back from BSOD status by Lazarus*

Thank you Tech Support Man! Savior of Androids Everywhere! D:

;_; Now we HAVE to have a party. *fidget fidget* MUST...

Fer sure!

As for me, my home base is Protector. But there's a clump of us Board RPers who tend to stick together and follow each other from server to server, so most of us have toons on Virtue.

Sounds to me like you've got a mind controller on your hands.

I always forget that people need to breathe. <_<

AND ME TOO! IZZA BABY! HI BABY!

I like people. :3 @EssexS6. I'll warn you though, I'm a dramawhore.

Gasket: *Waves* Someone call me?

Nessie: No, ye bleedin' idiot. Now get back to th' lab, I've got prototypes 'at need liftin'.

Gasket: Awh. *dejected* I'm going to write some prose about this later.

Essex trailed into the room momentarily with Rosalind, the two of them mid-argument.

"But you see, Miss Rosalind, it's not really a good comparison because you, unlike most ...uh...people of canine persuasion, are perfectly able to see and register colors, and in that you have the best of both worlds."

"Yeah, but remember I wasn't always a were-human. I remember when the world was black and white, kid!"

"...I had thought you underwent transformation at the age of a 4 month old puppy, roughly one hundred and sixty six years ago. Forgive me if I'm incorrect, but you can't even remember your own birthday."

"Hey, it was a significant event in my life, okay?? That [censored] makes an impression on you!"

"Perhaps so, but I hardly see how it applies to the current state of being, considering you're really in no position to-"

The two of them stopped upon entering the room, Rosalind crossing her arms disagreeably and Essex blushing a little.

"Ah...It seems it's time to vote." the android said.

Whattadmafaaieafsdfasdfasdfasdfasdfasdfasdf

@_@

I AM OFFICIALLY INCAPALE OF COHERRENT THOUGHTS KTHXBI

Essex just teetered on Vern's back, carefully balancing herself atop him.

She felt very, very odd.

A talking stone, I'm riding a dragon, two sets of memories...

...It's like I'm in one of Seawing's Final Fantasy games.

...!? ...Where did that come from? Who's..

Mecha,

I died a little with glee reading that.

((Essex: I like baths. D: ))

Rosie: DAMMIT! Why I gotta work tonight of all nights!? >___< *Throws a human skull at the last Trick or Treater*

Essex: *Brings refreshments around to all at the party, unaware that they've been spiked* =D Bang bang!

Trick or Treat, even though Halloween's really over. XP

*sneeze*

<_< Someone talkin' about me in here?

((OOC: Okay. Just take it for granted that she gathered up anything of importance and went along with the soldiers, then. Thanks Commie. XD))

Essex's eyes widened. "You think I should go with him?" she asked unsurely. "Um..." She glanced over at Vern, marginally hesitantly.

Vern.
That is Vern. He's very nice and amazingly smart.
He knows Father.

"...You know my father, don't you?" she blurted out to Vern, without thinking about it. Scooting down from her seat, she trotted over, and tossed her arms around the dog-sized lizard's neck.

"I'll go with you if you want me to." she said. Turning her head towards Moonscribe, she inclined her head just barely.

"Yes..." she said. "Please...just...call me Essex."

((Commie, I dont' know if you're waiting on anything with Gretchen or not. Let me know.))

Essex looked around at them all reproachfully, but swallowing nervously. "I'm from...from my father's lab, in the city..." she said, rather unsurely as she got up, warily eyeing the fire imp before gathering up the stone and looking after Vern. "Do you think...we should follow...him?"

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Code Exodus. In her mind, Rosie sighed in relief. She knew she could count on Cortianna.

The injured border collie sprinted through the halls, her blood littering the ground afterwards. She knew taht Corti was more than capable of keeping up with her...and the section of escape tunnels that she had specified for the two of them were essentially a heavily warded labyrinth. Anyone who didn't know where they were going were bound to find themselves in a world of hurt...

Gretchen nodded.

"Understood." she said, standing. Her eyes flashed slightly in triumph.

Perhaps now, she would be able to work on her own projects under the protection of the Overmagus...

As she gathered all the information together, she thought to herself. Now, Selene...Now you will finally get what it is you deserve. You will be praying for death to retrieve you when the Overmagus finds you...

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Essex shuddered involuntarily in her seat. She wasn't certain why, but she set down her bowl of half-finished noodles and curled her knees up to her chest.

All this talk of outer space, missiles, lasers...

...all she wanted was to see her father. Even if it was forbidden...

Gretchen's eyes burned with malice.

Selene...it was Selene's fault Daniel had died. It was Selene's fault he'd killed himself. The little monster had already been killed once. Instead of moving on, Daniel had gone crazy in his grief...and done the unthinkable. And now, rather than give her up again, he had killed himself.

All for Selene.

His darling little Selene.

Gretchen Fleischman-West shivered with anger and hatred.

"Ja, I will tell you, sir. I will tell you everything."

As Douglas searched through the lab, he would see things - strange things - only read about in science fiction and strange mad scientist stories. Magical runes everywhere. Beakers, tubes, fluids, smoke. Technological wonders, diagrams of humans, demons, angels, undead, and countless books about the soul.

Containment tanks. Corpses of strange beings smirking lifelessly in their shelters of formaldahyde and glass. Incense and holy books.

The notes strewn about everywhere in the lab were clearly the work of a man mad with grief. Runes scribbled up and down the margins, sentences half finished and running into biological equations, DNA strand diagrams, the sign of the Cross.

On every page, consistently, somewhere, were the words Seraphim 666.

"You see..." Gretchen said, her voice now devoid of grief and cold with controlled rage. "Daniel's first wife and daughter were killed some time ago due to the interference of the Underground. He went mad with grief. Being the genius that he was, he resolved that, if the Overmagus could bind the soul to the body, then he would too and bring them back to life."

She paused for only a minute to allow the man to finish writing.

"Ressurecting Roxsana was a failure. His daughter, Selene, however...You are aware of the little fairytale that all children go to heaven? ...Her soul rejected the unclean human flesh it had once occupied...and so, Daniel, in secret, engineered a body to house Selene's soul - Partially her own, and partially constructed by strong spells and rituals."

She drew in a breath.

"...A bioengineered G-class Seraph. So none would find out what was really happening, he coded her as one of his confidential experiments - Seraphim 666."

As she said this, Gretchen's hand clenched into a fist.

"I did not know this when I married him. When I found out he was doing this, holding the creature he had created deep within his laboratory, keeping it secret and safe, I was enraged. Such a foul crime against the Overmagus was not to be tolerated. I insisted that if the Seraphim 666 project was truly an experiment, that we treat it as such - and much valuable data was gleaned from the tests we ran. This, I would be happy to turn over to the Overmagus. But day after day, he grew more and more mad, more and more insane. Always 'Selene, Selene.'"

She ground her teeth.

"...This morning I told him, he must destroy the experiment, or I would turn it over to the Overmagus' officials myself. He left with the monster this morning...and the rest you know."

She looked to the secret policeman, falling silent. She knew little of her own fate, now...but she knew that there was now someone in greater trouble than herself...

((OH GOD. SO MANY HELPERS. XD))

When Helper called into Repliforce Paragon, Essex's voice responded almost instantly.

Good afternoon, Repliforce Paragon, you are conversing with the S6 unit. How may I assist you?

Essex: *locks up* o_o...........................

And as for your trick or treat...

*Rosie dumps a pile of refrigerator magnets on Solid* <_<

For Halloween, Essex is going as a Malta Gunslinger. XP I've made the costume in game and will probably put up screenshots at some point. She'd likely trick or treat...

Rosalind, on the other hand...

As much as she'd like to go to a Halloween party or stay in the bushes hosing kids down and stealing their candy, Halloween is probably the busiest night of the year for the Dread Trio. Poor puppy has to get to work hardcore on Halloween night. Though maybe she'd still steal some candy. XP

Trick or treat!

Okay, in lieu of making an actual Trick or Treat thread, which, while it WOULD be fun, I would not be able to do justice to GM-wise and Halloween is next week ANYWAY, here's a fun little thread so we can at least get a good laugh at each other.

OPTIONAL: Game. At the bottom of your post, say "Trick or Treat!" Then the person who posts after you gives you something of their choosing with one of their characters. A trick OR a treat. Example!

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Rosalind's Post

Trick or treat!

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Essex gives Rosalind a handful of doggie biscuits and a new frisbee.

Essex's Post

Trick or treat!

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Rosalind answers the door with a chainsaw and a mask on, splashed liberally with blood, compliments of Pherelith.

Rosalind's Post.

Trick or treat!

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And so on, so forth. Of course, if you just want to post whatever or just post your reaction, then you don't have to say 'Trick or Treat' at the end; and the next trick and/or treat will be unleashed on the last person who said it.

NOW, THE POINT OF THIS THREAD.

What would your characters do for Halloween? XD Would they go trick or treating, or attend a costume party? If they wore a costume, what would it be?

I want to know! If it's particularly interesting, or amusing.. *chews the end of her pencil* I HAVE been looking for some new inspiration.

Trick or Treat!

Gretchen's eyes widened. Reaching behind herself shakily for a chair, the scientist lowered herself into it, her head resting in her hands and her elbows on the table before her. She gestured inarticulately for the men to sit down with her left hand.

Daniel... her Daniel. He was an idiot, but he had been her idiot. She had worked so hard...SO hard to get his wife and daughter out of the way. And a stroke of luck...the two of them had been killed on an errand years ago, shot in the crossfire of a conflict between the Overmagus' troops and the Underground movement.

Gretchen's fist clenched against her head. But no, Daniel had never loved her as much as he loved Roxsana.

Or Selene.

Selene!!

"Tell me..." Gretchen's voice came quietly. "I will tell you everything that happened today, and perhaps a little more. But was there not the body of a small girl along with him?"

"Floating?" Dr. West echoed incredulously. "Regardless...the only thing making this base unsafe is our presence. Our communications hub and mainframe will be nearly indetectable once life signs are removed from the base. We are already very well shielded, but I do not want to take any chances."

"We mustn't wait any longer!" the wolf-helmeted android roared as he pounded his fist on the table and leapt to his feet. "The Rikti are killing people up there, the people we are sworn to protect!! I can hear the distress calls, we all can!! People are dying. And our delays are only facilitating more of those deaths!"

"Your words are true..." Truefeather cooed, "...but in order to work at maximum efficiency and give the human race maximum chance of survival, we must act in as tactically a fashion as possible..."

"I still think that protecting the hospitals is a good idea." piped up a Reploid in a blue, glowing skinsuit. "And we're still getting readings from the Overbrook dam."

West knuckled his brow. He didn't know what to do...

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Essex's senses reached out all throughout the base. The base itself was now an extension of her body, her tiny form in the control room the nerve center of the entire facility.

"Sir." Essex's voice quietly intoned in the meeting room from a speaker. "Helper is moving towards King's Row at this time. ((I think. >_&lt) He sends his regards. I highly recommend that we send backup to that location. Additionally, the squad dispatched to aid Dr. Guggenheim has been forced to fall back due to intensifying hostilities. Backup is also requested there. Unit Solid Shot has been rendered inert; repairs are currently in progress."

"Thank you, S6." West said, steepling his fingers in front of his face. "Well, it seems our decision is being made for us."

"Ggh..." Pariku suddenly groaned, his hand on his head.

"What's the matter?" Nena piped up to query.

"...Death." the magepriest muttered, leaning heavily on the paladin.

When Dr. Gretchen Fleischman-West opened the door to the sight of a pair of secret police, her only reaction was to raise a blonde eyebrow. Stepping aside respectfully to let them into the labs, she gestured in.

"...Good afternoon, gentlemen. What is it I can do for you today?"

Essex knew of Solid's status before he hit the ground. His communicator with Repliforce Paragon began patching directly into his processor.

Ranged support is raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanged. Essex teased over the comm as his base entry allowance module began to erupt with nanomachines.

In the meantime, Delphi knelt next to the downed steel 'bot. "[censored]' Rikti." she grumbled.

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All right, Helper. Understood. Please let me know of any way I can render support, and I'll dispatch a squadron to your location. Essex patched back to the older android. Please be careful.

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Truefeather just regarded Moonscribe with the most bemused of patient grins, not replying to him. It was uncertain exactly what she was thinking.

Dr. West cleared his throat and continued. "This base will not be a safe shelter for much longer. The strategy I suggest is the following - I will accompany a squadron to reinforce the support at Terra Volta and do my best to aid with any repairs that may be needed at the reactors. I will assemble several assault teams to drive back the Rikti as well. Essex has just informed me that an operative reported that King's Row has remained relatively unharmed. My undersea units will provide resource and transportation support. Any questions? Thoughts?..."

He hesitated, allowing others to speak up on matters of strategy.

((Because I'm not a strategist. XD;; I'm a charisma-based leader!))

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"[censored] [censored] [censored]!" Rosalind screamed, her eyes tinged with blood and panic as she wildly flailed at a Rikti, shredding its body armor off it like a cheap Hamidon costume.

"Calm yourself!" Emry barked in response. "Losing your head will result in probable decapitation." he continued, dodging a Rikti power sword.

"Who cares!?" Phe said as her head sailed past.

Another figure stepped out from beside Brightflame, her eyes lightly closed in a neutral smile.

"Posh." Truefeather sang. "You contradict yourself, Moonscribe. 'Protect the ones you care about' - It's as if you're saying love is not love, just the desire to protect those you love. If you make it into a calculation, you know the variable would become infinitely recursive. 'Love = Desire/Protect(love)' would turn into a mathematical nightmare."

Coming fully into view, the heroine with long black hair, a thin crimson band around her forehead, and a black and red outfit with a long feather tucked into her belt smiled at those gathered.

"When, when, when will you learn that you can't explain everything." she chided jokingly. "Particularly the greatest enigma that has ever existed."

"This is all well and good." West interrupted, suddenly gruffly, "But people are dying. It is time that we remedy that."