Nyxira

It's A Forum Not A Train Station

Will really miss you, Selune. Hope to see you again someday, and really hope you have a good life.

CONTAINMENT: FACILITY B

MP-0934-OPEN

Target: @BCTheEntity
Location: Hallway [Purple Ward]

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He gave a nervous little laugh when told of the joke, though he didn't quite get it. Rather, he was still just terribly confused and it was difficult to really laugh about some guards apparently not being where they were supposed to be when it gave him such an ominous feeling.

Had there been guards? He wasn't certain... If he strained his mind to think about it, he supposed that there might have been. He could almost remember...something. Shadows. Figures.

It was so bloody hard to think.

He didn't have much time to continue thinking upon that matter, however, for his attempts were disrupted by a fresh set of questions from the muscular man. Questions he didn't know the answer to. "I-..." The hooded one croaked, uncertain. His gaze dropped to the ground and darted back and forth a moment, as though he were trying to read it for useful insights. He gave a shake of his head, then, one hand raising once again to his brow as he cleared his throat and tried anew.

"...I-I don't know..." He continued more clearly in a meek, husky voice which still sounded oddly foreign to him. And, now that he'd strung multiple words together, his accent was more noticeable to an outside observer. Contemporary English, with a warm hint of something vaguely Middle-Eastern. "...I can't...quite recall... I-..."

Narrow shoulders hunched, and the hand which was not clutching at his head clutched instead at the wrist of the one which was. He tried again to think. When had he last slept? Did he really look that wretched? Had he been on drugs? Something about that last one had a ring of familiarity. He could almost see flashes of pills in the clouded recesses of his memory; almost feel the lingering sensation in his throat. It filled him with an unsettling sort of innervation which he didn't much want to dwell upon, so instead he chose to ask some questions of his own. "...W-what, um... what d'you suppose is going on?"

DIVINE INTERVENTION

Sister Alma María

Ordinis Sancti Exorcistarum Christi

Ordinatus Capitulum Exorcistae de New Mexico

	NAME: ALMA MARÍA OLINA XIOMARA MENDEZ ______________ AGE: 27 ______________ HEIGHT: 5'5" ______________ DATE OF BIRTH: NOV - 1 - 1943 ______________ FAITH: EASTERN ORTHODOXY ______________ NATIONALITY: MEXICO ______________

PERSONALITY
^{______________}

“Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves. Be ye therefore wise as serpents and harmless as doves."

While Alma María does not quite live up to the 'harmless as a dove' descriptor, she is indeed as wise and as cunning as a serpent and makes no effort to pretend anything otherwise. She is not without her kindness, and in fact is often more understanding and forgiving perhaps than one would expect, but what is most noticeable about her -and perhaps what most rubs the more pious the wrong way- is that dark and wily nature of hers which gives off such an exotic and mysterious impression.

Then again, they might also dislike her dark, languid eyes which peer so knowingly from beneath even darker, thick eyelashes; her luscious red lips which seem so often to smile as though at some private joke; and the overall inexplicable sensuousness of her otherwise quite modest appearance.

Her unconventional methods for exorcism might also play a factor in that.

In general, she is well regarded in her home church and community due to her kindness an strength of character. She exudes a level of confidence and reliablity which leads people of the community to seek her out for help despite her strangeness, and she willingly does so despite any of their flaws or ways of life.

She is less well regarded by the religious higher-ups, such that they do not tend to speak of her much. Regardless, her effectiveness is undeniable.

EQUIPMENT
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-Blessed and scripture inscribed Navaja-style war scythe
-Heckler & Koch MP5 with scripture inscribed ammunition
-Dual Trejo pistols with scripture inscribe ammunition
-Scripture inscribed Navaja knife (3in)
-Rosary
-Sealing rings
-Standard satchel of additional ammunition, salt, silver and iron shavings, and holy water

CAPACITY
^{______________}

Her experiences with farming the land and interacting with cartels has made her strong and sturdy enough to use her melee weapons effectively, although her main focus is in agility. Alma María is of a lean build, and moves with both speed and grace that are almost uncanny.

Possibly more result of her experiences with the cartels.

What truly sets her apart from other exorcists, however, is the fact that she is a medium. For whatever reason her body seems to be particularly appealing as a target for possession, and she makes use of this trait by inciting demons to possess her before sealing them away.

DIVINE INTERVENTION

Sister Alma María

Ordinis Sancti Exorcistarum Christi

Ordinatus Capitulum Exorcistae de New Mexico

	NAME: ALMA MARÍA OLINA XIOMARA MENDEZ ______________ AGE: 27 ______________ DATE OF BIRTH: NOV - 1 - 1943 ______________ FAITH: EASTERN ORTHODOXY ______________ NATIONALITY: MEXICO ______________

PERSONALITY
^{______________}

“Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves. Be ye therefore wise as serpents and harmless as doves."

While Alma María does not quite live up to the 'harmless as a dove' descriptor, she is indeed as wise and as cunning as a serpent and makes no effort to pretend anything otherwise. She is not without her kindness, and in fact is often more understanding and forgiving perhaps than one would expect, but what is most noticeable about her -and perhaps what most rubs the more pious the wrong way- is that dark and wily nature of hers which gives off such an exotic and mysterious impression.

Then again, they might also dislike her dark, languid eyes which peer so knowingly from beneath even darker, thick eyelashes; her luscious red lips which seem so often to smile as though at some private joke; and the overall inexplicable sensuousness of her otherwise quite modest appearance.

Her unconventional methods for exorcism might also play a factor in that.

In general, she is well regarded in her home church and community due to her kindness an strength of character. She exudes a level of confidence and reliablity which leads people of the community to seek her out for help despite her strangeness, and she willingly does so despite any of their flaws or ways of life.

She is less well regarded by the religious higher-ups, such that they do not tend to speak of her much. Regardless, her effectiveness is undeniable.

EQUIPMENT
^{______________}
-Blessed and scripture inscribed Navaja-style war scythe
-Heckler & Koch MP5 with scripture inscribed ammunition
-Dual Trejo pistols with scripture inscribe ammunition
-Scripture inscribed Navaja knife (3in)
-Rosary
-Sealing rings
-Standard satchel of additional ammunition, salt, silver and iron shavings, and holy water

CAPACITY
^{______________}

Her experiences with farming the land and interacting with cartels has made her strong and sturdy enough to use her melee weapons effectively, although her main focus is in agility. Alma María is of a lean build, and moves with both speed and grace that are almost uncanny.

Possibly more result of her experiences with the cartels.

What truly sets her apart from other exorcists, however, is the fact that she is a medium. For whatever reason her body seems to be particularly appealing as a target for possession, and she makes use of this trait by inciting demons to possess her before sealing them away.

CONTAINMENT: FACILITY B

MP-0934-OPEN

Target: @BCTheEntity
Location: Personal Containment Cell 34-P [Purple Ward]

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The first thing that he became aware of was the vague sense that he was beginning to become aware. The second thing, which followed almost immediately thereafter, was that this realization brought with it a sick sort of feeling that it was not such a good thing.

Dark eyes which had up until then been staring blankly, almost lifelessly, ahead began to focus and take in what was in front of them. It looked like a room of some kind, but the details were hazy. Blurry. Just a muddle of flickering shapes which were surprisingly difficult to focus upon. He blinked instinctively, only to find that it felt as though he hadn't done so in far too long and therefore he blinked a few more times just for good measure.

His eyelids felt like lead.

Raising a hand to pass over them as though it might somehow lighten their load, he realized that his arm felt just as heavy. If not more so. Frowning, he lowered his hand from his face to look at it. It was strange. Strange enough that the other hand soon sluggishly joined the first as he began to turn them both over before him in curiosity as to why they looked so foreign. The lights and colours danced across his fingers unnaturally, and he could see an afterimage of them as he spread them out. There was something else, too...something which he couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it continued to elude his yet hazy mind for the time being.

Thus, at length, he finally raised his gaze to try once more to look at his surroundings.

There wasn't all that much to see: it was a fairly basic room with fairly basic furniture and no decorations to speak of. The only thing which seemed notable in any way was the entertainment stand along the back wall upon which sat a lone television. There was nothing playing, only white noise crackling across the screen, but strangely he could hear distant music coming from it.

No...not from the telly. It wasn't really that it sounded far away, it was more that it was warped and muffled. Like he was hearing it from underwater. But it was close. Quite close, indeed. In realization, he raised his hands to his ears, fingertips finding the earbuds which rested within them. A music player. He supposed they must have been there the whole time, but that he simply hadn't noticed them for some reason. Confused, he removed them.

And in the shocking emptiness of it, all that had only a moment before felt so drowned out suddenly came into focus.

The only sound in the room was the static, eerily filling the silence with its soft, stuttered monotony in such a way that made it somehow more hollow and intimidating than if there hadn't been any sounds at all. He felt himself shrinking under the sickly white and harsh red glows which alternated in illuminating the sparse space, something else which he hadn't noticed until that moment. There was something not quite right about it all...In fact, it all seemed terribly, terribly wrong. It made him feel trapped, like a deer in the headlights, unable to tear his gaze away from that flickering pallor before him. As though it were drawing him in. As though at any moment, something horrible might appear there in the broadcasting noise. He could almost see letters forming in the snow...

A new sound snapped him out of his daze and caused him to release the breath he'd been holding in his chest. A voice...filtering in through the doorway. A normal voice, he thought, although he didn't want to think about why he thought of it so specifically that way.

It was strange, though.

That was right, it was all strange. It was all wrong. Somebody... somebody was supposed to have come and gotten him by now. Or at least it felt that way. He couldn't quite remember why it was that he felt that way, but he latched onto that impression. After all, if someone came to retrieve him, he wouldn't have to be in that awful room anymore.

His next realization was that he'd been sitting upon a simple bed, his body curled up against the wall. He didn't remember having moved, so he must have been there the entire time, too. But no longer. Looking toward the door, he saw that it was actually open. That didn't seem right, either, but it wasn't an unwelcome sight at that moment.

Clumsily, he shoved the cable of his earbuds into the pocket of the hoodie he was wearing, instinctively tugged the hood further over his head, and scrambled unsteadily off of the bed and toward the exit. His body felt oddly numb, and he stumbled against the doorframe when he reached it, but he didn't pay it much mind. It was the least of his concerns just then.

On the subject of concerns, he suddenly had a lot more of them when he looked out into the seemingly empty hallway. He was about to check to see just how empty it really was when there came a sudden clunking sound from a nearby vent which caused him to flinch and shrink back again, seriously rethinking whether it really was better out there than in the little room. The light situation was about the same out there, and it was much, much more quiet. Uncomfortably so. And being a much bigger space, it felt even more empty and ominous as a result.

Glancing over his shoulder toward the telly, he winced. Well...maybe not more ominous.

He took a deep breath to steady himself, then returned his attention outward. This time he managed to look about, one way and then the other, and was mercifully rewarded with the sight of who he hoped was the one who had spoken before. Not that he was all that picky at the minute. "...Hello?" He called out meekly, though he found that even his own voice sounded strange to him, and it came out rough and somewhat scratchy. As though it were the first time that he'd properly used it in a long while.

CONTAINMENT: FACILITY B

MP-0934-OPEN

Full Name:
Oftobi Porter Eleutherius Nears

Age:
23

ID Number:
MP-0934-OPEN

Nationality:
Tajik-English

Appearance:

Overall, subject MP-0934-OPEN does not bear any particularly notable features.

Physically, the subject is fairly small -although not unusually so for his ethnicity- measuring in at 169cm, with a light build and weight of 47kgs, such that the provided grey shirt and trousers fit him loosely. Skin and hair are both brown, while the subject's eyes are deep, dark grey in colour. The remaining facial features are prominently Persian in shape and structure.

Even MP-0934-OPEN's presence is small and meek due to his nervous nature. Subject appears to do this deliberately, perhaps as some sort of defense mechanism in attempts to hide from the horrors which follow him. In addition, whether due to the aforementioned anxiety or the sedatives distributed to him, the subject appears very unkempt at all times, bearing bags beneath his eyes and unshaven stubble upon his jawline.

[NOTE: In addition to the regulation male clothing, subject MP-0934-OPEN is provided with a hooded sweatshirt as one of his privileges.]

Background:

Originally, MP-0934-OPEN was entirely unspectacular.

Pertinent records indicate the subject as having been born in Tajikistan on [VOID] to parents [VOID] [Tajik] and [VOID] Nears [English]. There are no indications that MP-0934-OPEN could have been considered in any way anomalous during his early developmental years. However, [VOID] began to display increasing levels of unusual behaviour. She was later found performing a [VOID] cult ritual over a young MB-0934-OPEN. [VOID] immediately filed for divorce and relocated himself and the subject to England.

Everything appeared to be in standard order from that point on, however the subject became increasingly timorous and reclusive. It is suspected that at this point he was already experiencing the anomalies. MB-0934-OPEN’s status was further disrupted upon [VOID]’s remarriage, as he was reported to have been at odds with his stepmother. It was in the midst of an altercation between the two that the incident occurred. Anomalous Containment staff arrived on the scene to find the subject [VOID], and the home in mayhem. Subject was ultimately incapacitated and immediately brought to Facility B for containment.

No further incidents have occurred to that degree while in the facility, as result of the recommended sedation procedures.

Powers:

On the subject of powers, MP-0934-OPEN does not, by definition, possess any to speak of. Rather, what qualifies him as an anomalous individual is his inexplicable connection to something entirely other. This "otherness" manifests in the form of cracks which radiate from the subject into the environment around him outside of his control when under duress, although these cracks do not appear to affect the stability of the surfaces which they cross. Instead, they seem to be gaps in [VOID], through which can be seen glimpses of incomprehensible [VOID] lusus naturae. It appears as though gazing directly at these entities may induce insanity in some individuals in direct proportion to the percentage and duration of entity seen. Careful study suggests that subject MP-0934-OPEN serves as some sort of conduit for the [VOID] beings which is needed in order to allow them through to our side of [VOID]. As such, these too are not in any way found to be under his control.

Perhaps even more strangely, the subject does not describe these entities as seeking egress from the cracks, but rather as trying to break in "from the outside". MP-0934-OPEN has claimed that he can hear them whispering to him and k̈no̔c͓k̘ K̼̩ń̋O̮ͦC̾͋k̔̓ Ǩ̜N̠ͪͩÖ̮̪Ć̠Kͧing on the walls even when cracks are not present -although when they are, the sounds apparently grow more frequent and aggressive. [NOTE: Witnesses have indicated that in some instances they, too, are able to hear whispers. These, however, are reported to emanate from the cracks themselves.]

Emission of the cracks appears to be directly related to the subject’s emotional state. It is imperative that he not be permitted to reach extreme levels of emotion, lest the cracks become large and rampant enough to allow through the [V̈́O͆I̫D̉]. Experiments to the contrary have proven [O͔P̟E͚Nͬ], and control could not be maintained. Lesser levels of ingress are more manageable, as the [O͊͂̋P̝̠̚Ḛ̥̈́N͋͌̿] limbs can be assaulted specifically, although they are seemingly [O̳̊P̃ͫE̱̦ͅN̬͔̉].

Nevertheless, they will protect the subject from infliction of damage, which renders subjugation post-outburst quite difficult. Recommended methods to do so are by small, ranged projectiles. More highly recommended, however, is to not allow the situation to degrade to such a degree.

Privileges:

• Over-sized gray hooded sweatshirt.
• Portable music player.
• Entertainment center.
• Notebook and pen. [Subject may suddenly scrawl strange things on the walls if not supplied]

Researcher Notes:
Abnormalities seem to have appeared in the subject's documentation. I do not recall having seen them previously, but I've gone through and edited them back to their original state. Everything should print out normally this time.
-Researcher Lain

[ADDITIONAL SECURITY NOTE: MAINTAIN CAREFUL OBSERVATION OF SUBJECT MP-0934-O̸̧̎̃͜P̩̮ͩ͛E̶̹̤̭͙Ñ̴̃ͧ͂ FOR SIGNS OF LUCIDITY OR DISTRESS. SEDATE IMMEDIATELY.]

CONTAINMENT: FACILITY B

I added the indicated researcher notes, but otherwise haven't really changed anything. Let me know if I should do so.

MP-0934-OPEN

Full Name:
Oftobi Porter Eleutherius Nears

Age:
23

ID Number:
MP-0934-OPEN

Nationality:
Tajik-English

Appearance:

Overall, subject MP-0934-OPEN does not bear any particularly notable features.

Physically, the subject is fairly small -although not unusually so for his ethnicity- measuring in at 169cm, with a light build and weight of 47kgs, such that the provided grey shirt and trousers fit him loosely. Skin and hair are both brown, while the subject's eyes are deep, dark grey in colour. The remaining facial features are prominently Persian in shape and structure.

Even MP-0934-OPEN's presence is small and meek due to his nervous nature. Subject appears to do this deliberately, perhaps as some sort of defense mechanism in attempts to hide from the horrors which follow him. In addition, whether due to the aforementioned anxiety or the sedatives distributed to him, the subject appears very unkempt at all times, bearing bags beneath his eyes and unshaven stubble upon his jawline.

[NOTE: In addition to the regulation male clothing, subject MP-0934-OPEN is provided with a hooded sweatshirt as one of his privileges.]

Background:

Originally, MP-0934-OPEN was entirely unspectacular.

Pertinent records indicate the subject as having been born in Tajikistan on [VOID] to parents [VOID] [Tajik] and [VOID] Nears [English]. There are no indications that MP-0934-OPEN could have been considered in any way anomalous during his early developmental years. However, [VOID] began to display increasing levels of unusual behaviour. She was later found performing a [VOID] cult ritual over a young MB-0934-OPEN. [VOID] immediately filed for divorce and relocated himself and the subject to England.

Everything appeared to be in standard order from that point on, however the subject became increasingly timorous and reclusive. It is suspected that at this point he was already experiencing the anomalies. MB-0934-OPEN’s status was further disrupted upon [VOID]’s remarriage, as he was reported to have been at odds with his stepmother. It was in the midst of an altercation between the two that the incident occurred. Anomalous Containment staff arrived on the scene to find the subject [VOID], and the home in mayhem. Subject was ultimately incapacitated and immediately brought to Facility B for containment.

No further incidents have occurred to that degree while in the facility, as result of the recommended sedation procedures.

Powers:

On the subject of powers, MP-0934-OPEN does not, by definition, possess any to speak of. Rather, what qualifies him as an anomalous individual is his inexplicable connection to something entirely other. This "otherness" manifests in the form of cracks which radiate from the subject into the environment around him outside of his control when under duress, although these cracks do not appear to affect the stability of the surfaces which they cross. Instead, they seem to be gaps in [VOID], through which can be seen glimpses of incomprehensible [VOID] lusus naturae. It appears as though gazing directly at these entities may induce insanity in some individuals in direct proportion to the percentage and duration of entity seen. Careful study suggests that subject MP-0934-OPEN serves as some sort of conduit for the [VOID] beings which is needed in order to allow them through to our side of [VOID]. As such, these too are not in any way found to be under his control.

Perhaps even more strangely, the subject does not describe these entities as seeking egress from the cracks, but rather as trying to break in "from the outside". MP-0934-OPEN has claimed that he can hear them whispering to him and k̈no̔c͓k̘ K̼̩ń̋O̮ͦC̾͋k̔̓ Ǩ̜N̠ͪͩÖ̮̪Ć̠Kͧing on the walls even when cracks are not present -although when they are, the sounds apparently grow more frequent and aggressive. [NOTE: Witnesses have indicated that in some instances they, too, are able to hear whispers. These, however, are reported to emanate from the cracks themselves.]

Emission of the cracks appears to be directly related to the subject’s emotional state. It is imperative that he not be permitted to reach extreme levels of emotion, lest the cracks become large and rampant enough to allow through the [V̈́O͆I̫D̉]. Experiments to the contrary have proven [O͔P̟E͚Nͬ], and control could not be maintained. Lesser levels of ingress are more manageable, as the [O͊͂̋P̝̠̚Ḛ̥̈́N͋͌̿] limbs can be assaulted specifically, although they are seemingly [O̳̊P̃ͫE̱̦ͅN̬͔̉].

Nevertheless, they will protect the subject from infliction of damage, which renders subjugation post-outburst quite difficult. Recommended methods to do so are by small, ranged projectiles. More highly recommended, however, is to not allow the situation to degrade to such a degree.

Privileges:

• Over-sized gray hooded sweatshirt.
• Portable music player.
• Entertainment center.
• Notebook and pen. [Subject may suddenly scrawl strange things on the walls if not supplied]

Researcher Notes:
Abnormalities seem to have appeared in the subject's documentation. I do not recall having seen them previously, but I've gone through and edited them back to their original state. Everything should print out normally this time.
-Researcher Lain

[ADDITIONAL SECURITY NOTE: MAINTAIN CAREFUL OBSERVATION OF SUBJECT MP-0934-O̸̧̎̃͜P̩̮ͩ͛E̶̹̤̭͙Ñ̴̃ͧ͂ FOR SIGNS OF LUCIDITY OR DISTRESS. SEDATE IMMEDIATELY.]

Facility B: New and Improved

Totally still interested.

The Ward

Raising his gaze from the chasm, he gave the woman another rueful look before clicking his tongue and looking away once more to scan the walls for any sign of a camera or speaker. "Listening, Warden?" The big man growled to the room, in active counter to her statement that there was 'only one way to find out'. Better to show than to tell, and better to get things done than to stand around arguing about them.

There was a good chance that there would be no answer. However, based on the fact that all they had been told to do so far as their 'first task' was to find the room. They'd not been told why they needed to find it, or what they were expected to do once they had, so his best guess was that they were supposed to receive their next instructions once they'd arrived in Blue 5.

They had indeed arrived. And he saw no reason why he should go blindly out of his way to do something if he didn't even know he had to do it at all.

The Ward

The Scotsman had characteristically fallen into a long silence during their journey there. A silence which he'd even maintained while considering the aperture which had once been the floor of Blue 5. What he'd assumed to be such, anyway. Judging by the rooms which they'd already passed and by the fact this ought to have been the next blue marked room in the sequence there was no question in his critical mind that they had reached their destination. If there was any sort of logic to the room numbers, at least.

Though it certainly did not look like there was anything salvageable left of it.

Even all of that, imposing as the hole was, had not been enough to spur him to speech. There had been no need for obvious observations, and he didn't care enough to share his thoughts on the matter. It was only the sheer disbelief, shock, and fear in the woman's face, and the authoritarian's grim agreement with her which finally caused him to speak up. "Ye lot expected safety?" The Scotsman retorted dryly. Honestly, where had these reactions been when they'd first been dropped in? When they'd had to read their files to learn their own names. When they'd been given guns, mysterious bludgeoning weapons, and explosives? Even the medical equipment was a sign of things to expect. What exactly had they expected, he wondered.

Glancing from one to the other, he scrutinized them each with an expression which was unreadable beyond the darkness of his visor. For a moment he was quiet again before at last he turned away to crouch down beside the considerable perforation, peering in for whatever he might be able to catch a glimpse of in its dark depths. "An' who said down yon's the goal, anyhow?"