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CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

FP-1991-ED

Full Name:
Emily David

Age:
9 Years

ID Number:
FP-1991-ED

Nationality:
Canadian

Appearance:

FP-1991-ED is a Caucasian female. Height is measured to be 47 inches tall (3.9 feet) and weight to be 53 pounds. Hair color is light brown. Eye color is dark brown. Hair is wavy and length reaches her upper back. No discernible body features. 8mm diameter round burn scars located on each upper arm, and left thigh. FP-1991-ED is dressed in female attire.

Background:

Subject FP-1991-ED was born on December 17, [VOID] located in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. Subject FP-1991-ED had two older siblings, both male. First sibling moved away before subject’s birth. Second sibling died suddenly without cause during infancy. Subject’s father is unknown, subject’s mother living with various partners.

Subject FP-1991-ED removed from household after reports of physical abuse from mother and current partner in April, [VOID]. Subject was moved to foster care. Anomalous abilities are thought to have manifested during the transition. Anomalous Containment Staff became aware of FP-1991-ED at that time due to reports from foster parents.

Subject FP-1991-ED is aware of the anomalous behavior when active, and appears to know how to make the behavior active. Subject refers to the active state as day dreaming.

Powers:

FP-1991-ED is capable of intangible travel through solid objects under specific circumstances. When intangible, FP-1991-ED is capable of traveling through space as it existed in a previous point in time. Evidence that subject has not appeared during previous encounters indicates subject is still tied to the present. Subject FP-1991-ED is aware of both time periods when the anomalous behavior is active.

When subject FP-1991-ED is in the intangible temporal state the subject is capable of the following:

1) Witnessing events and objects as they had appeared in a previous time period via sight, sound, smell, and texture.
2) Able to communicate via speech.
3) Pass through various states of matter if said matter was not present at the time period traveled.
4) Subject can levitate if at the time period traveled had a means for elevation.
5) Unable to interact with either past nor present environments.

Subject FP-1991-ED must choose a vague time period usually based on memory. Subject can travel to a specific time period upon given specifications of when that would be. The subjects latitudinal, and longitudinal coordinates do not change. Any environment will appear exactly as it did at the time period traveled regardless if there is space for a person to be present. This includes traveling to a time where the coordinates would land Subject FP-1991-ED inside of a wall, pit, or living organism. If the subject becomes stuck in the environment, the subject is unable to move and must end the anomalous behavior to resume motor functions and try again.

Subject FP-1991-ED still requires oxygen, calories, and hydration in order to preform the anomalous behavior. If the subject's body is within an environment that prevents intake of oxygen for too long a period of time, the subject will fall unconscious due to asphyxiation. Should the subject fall unconscious, the anomalous behavior will end. The subject will not displace the existing environment should the subject return to the present with her body still passing through another object occupying the same space [see addendum 1]. There is exception when it comes to existing within gaseous matter. Gaseous matter is instead shifted to allow subject FP-1991-ED to return without consequence.

Privileges:
- Dresser
- Desk
- Small bookcase
- Collection of 19 children’s books of a 2-3 grade reading level
- Snacks
- Simple toys: Doll, Blocks, stuffed animal
- Rechargeable table mounted night light
- Coloring book and relevant art supplies

I drafted this last night, but it looks like someone else had similar background ideas.

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

I see a lot of names up there, is the Rp exclusive to them?

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“Life-Weld? That’s an awesome name. I can’t believe that something like it even exists.” Said Amberelle in a near shout, obviously excited. She seemed oblivious to De’kae’s attitude as she continued. “No no no no no no no no no no. No. I understand. That was a pretty frightening sight, the arachno sapian, or whatever you might call it. I have to tell you that when you went down, I thought that was the end. So, please rest, not like I have any authority in the matter.” When De’kae held up her hand, Amberelle grasped onto it dearly with both hands and initially shook it vigorously, then stopped herself, let go with one hand and finished with a much softer shake. “Heh heh, sorry.”

Amberelle plopped down into the water next to De’kae, bringing her knees up to her chest. “Say, I know it’s not likely, but do you have any clue where we are?” she asked softly, completely different from her unrealistic overly excited demeanor prior. “I have a feeling that the door there is not an exit. It’s too grandiose for it to be in my opinion. But since you can use your life-weld, I thought that perhaps you might be able to conjure up something that might help figure what’s going on.”

It was a strange place. The consensus seemed to be that no one knew how they had come to be here. Other parties discussed what they were doing before they ended up waking in the room with that monstrosity. Not a single person even remembers going to sleep, only waking up in the huge chamber that was once above them. Outside of the carving that were along the walls, there weren’t much of a clue. More and more attention was brought to the door, and a small gathering of champions went to investigate it, but so far none had attempted to open it. Perhaps they could listen to see if any sounds could be heard through it, or see if any of the seams had a gap they could peek through. Be it looking at the door, the mechanical suit of armor, each other and their differences, or the lake, no one seemed to be any closer to figuring out what exactly was happening.

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You guys don't have to wait for me to reply to each other. I'll do what I can to help move things along.

It looks like until Loganthecat comes back it might just be three of us for a bit. SO to help make up, I threw in a new character the champions can interact with, and another ally they could rely on, theoretically. I hope that you'll stay on until the end.

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“Come back here.” A shorter girl whispered to herself as she was wading through the lake. Several vials were floating in the water as the girl retrieved them one by one. These vials were her livelihood and she would be damned if she would lose them in a place where it would not be easy to acquire more. Upon reaching her the last one, she swam back to the shore, plopping down upon a fallen boulder to reorganize them into the various pockets, belts, and holsters that covered her person. She was not prepared to be dunked down several meters into the water, or else she would have made sure her wares were more tightly bundled. This girl was dressed in a wool shirt, a soft leather jacket covered in pockets, and thick woven pants also covered in pockets. She also had several belts, at least two around her waist, one coming around from shoulder around her torso, and a few strapped around her legs. These belts had pouches, pockets, and holsters. Her clothes clung to her body since they were still soaking wet. Her long amber hair was coarse, and tied into a braid, but several loose strands stuck to her face, getting into her green eyes. She moved them away as she tried to relax from swimming.

Sighing, she took a look around the new place they had all been dumped. The lake looked to have been carved out with a giant spoon, the far wall collapsing into it. She leaned back and looked over her shoulder towards the polished wall and large door. That was likely her only way out. Kicking at the water, the girl turned attention to the elf dressed in green who exclaimed something in a foreign language. She recognized her because not only did she look like an elf, a species that was only speculated in legend from her world, but that she was able to control magic, another foreign concept only speculated from her world. Excitedly, she hopped from the rock and ran towards her. She tripped over some debris along the way, but she quickly recovered before she fell into the water.

“Hey, you!” she shouted, still sprinting towards the elf, a few more seconds, she was standing over her. “Hey. How did you do that? That Magic thing I mean, with the walls, and the blasts. You know the ones. The ones like pew pew. Are your ears real? I mean of course they are, but…” she caught herself.

“I mean, my name is Amberelle, what is yours? Wait, do you know what I am saying?” Amberelle took a small step back to give De’kae some room. In all the adrenaline from the battle, frantic retrieval of her vials, and spotting that elf-like persons do exist, she forgot the think about the potential language barrier. She could have sworn that she heard De’kae speak before, but was unsure for certain since the words she spoke just before were ones Amberelle never heard before. In fact, Amberelle was definitely not certain because during the entirety of the fight with the spider, Amberelle hid. Or rather, she looked for a way to escape, hiding behind other warriors, and avoiding the fight all together. Since the others were able to eventually dispatch the beast, she figured that she would be safe not having to participate herself. Now that the fighting was over, she felt it was safe to meander and explore.

As for the other warriors, some recovered and were communicating among themselves, trying to figure out what had happened and where they were. Another exclaimed that the hanging fruits from the trees were delicious. So far, none of them had approached the door, but many of them knew that it was likely their only way out. Despite what any one person was doing, they were each curious to some degree about the others trapped with them. Such drastic changes in appearance and statue unlike what many might have seen, it brought more questions about what exactly was going on.

The Gauntlet

@silvermist1116That’s a shame. Thanks for participating.

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@Schizoid Writer@LogantheCat@Crazytazer

Just waiting on you guys. :)

Also, I hope you’re feeling better, @silvermist1116.

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Success!

Now we are in one of those rest periods I've mentioned. Since I don't my own character participating this time around, I'm hoping that you all will interact with each other. As a result, I'm not going to make update posts. Or rather, any update posts I make will be replies to inquiries, exploration, experiments, or investigations of the new environment. There is much to discover, and if it can be answered by what is there, I'll do so.

So go out there and make friends. Or enemies. Frenemies? I guess what I'm saying is you don't need to wait for me to reply before you guys reply to each other.

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The sound of aching metal echoed the room as the spider wrestled with the mechanical armor. Despite being a great opportunity to swarm the beast, its collection of sharp spines made it difficult to approach, and its hard carapace made it near impossible to penetrate with ranged attacks. Even so, several warriors started to join the battle be it to end it, or aid Natalia.

The more the hell spawn fought against the pneumatic force of the machine’s arm, the more difficult it became for Natalia to maneuver it. When she attempted to strike the creature using her other arm, the spider crawled partially over and around the armor so it was positions behind it. Using its forward legs, the spider pushed against the machine, using its long arms to grip that of the powered armor to pull it against shoulder trying to bend it backwards. The arm held strong, but as the seconds went by it started to give. It wasn’t much, but sparks were flying.

Before the spider could rip the arm off, if at all, Natalia was able to regain some of her strength, pulling it back into place. New sounds of solids striking metal rung from the armor. Spears made of ice began to strike the spider and armor. Most of them were able to hit the spider, few of them hit the creature’s torso, grazing the creature’s skin, leaving thin trails of blood. Only a couple were intercepted by the armor as they grappled, leaving no damage whatsoever. It wasn’t much of a distraction, but the extra damage loosened the spider’s grip on the armor’s arm. To better fight the armor, and to deflect the frozen assault, the spider positioned itself so that it had a weaker grip on the armor’s right arm, but in return used it as a shield against further icicle attacks.

Now lower to the ground, the spider felt a new threat approaching. Several spines alone the creatures remaining legs and body stabbed at Ariamis as he charged forward, a new tool equipped upon his artificial arms. Even with the reach his arms provided, the distance between him and the space the creature’s leg once occupied was still too great to be completely safe from the creature’s spines. The creature ignored the dwarf more or less out of necessity to deal with the power armor and ice spears. That was a decision the spider soon regretted as when the blade pierced the soft spot left by the creature’s leg, it started to tense up. It lost all grip it had upon the armor freeing it from its clutches.

No long wrestling again the surprising strength the creature had the armor lurched to the side. It was only a moment, but a moment was enough. The spider was not completely immobile, so it was able to kick away the dwarf with one of its needled legs slashing through some of the leathers he wore. It stopped the electrocution, but it was for naught. With a well-aimed hurl, Katelin had managed to strike the creature in its head, the female human head that grew from that of the spider’s. The screeching started to fade, and the body slumped forward, spear still imbedded through the creature’s eye. For a second, the spider moved mindlessly back and forth, its spines scratching anyone who was still near the body of the fiend at the time before it, too, fell onto the ground. Its legs creaked as they began to curl inward pushing the spider’s body to fall onto its side.

There was a pause of silence now that the hissing and screeching had stopped. There was no scuttling of the massive creature shifting across the floor, nor that of metal clanging against metal. The monster had been defeated, while the spear in its head showed to be the killing blow, there was a large puddle of green blood at its base. Perhaps it had bled out and the spear finished it off. Regardless of what had done the most to dispatch the creature, it was dead. Some of those who were not part of the main attack cheered, relieved that the creature was now dead. However, before they could resume questioning where they were a new sound filled the chamber.

The ground rumbled. Then it rumbled again. Soon the entire room began to shake violently. Cracks began to grow along the floor. Dust showered from the ceiling. From the center of the room, the earth beneath the champions began to dip. The room was collapsing, or at least the floor was. The floor gave way, and everyone started to fall towards new areas unknown. It was dark, making it hard to see just where they were falling towards. Within seconds of the floor disappearing, the champions’ fall was broken by a cool wave of water. There were several splashes of water as bits of ruble, rock, and the warriors hit the surface. The lifeless body of the spider also hit the water, creating a large wave. As it did so, wherever the spider touched the water, its body dissolved into nothingness. Some of the champion’s were able to swim to the surface, other could not. Regardless, a large piece of the floor that collapsed beneath them soon struck the water. The wave it created was enough to drive all of the champions towards the shore, safe from any possibility of drowning.

Recovering from the fall they just took the warriors were able to look around at their new surroundings. The new chamber they were in was the exact same size as the one they were. The difference was the ceiling was now twice as high since the floor giving away made the two rooms one. The floors were still made up of uneven stone bricks, the walls were still separated by large columns jutting halfway out, and the walls in between the columns housed carved pictures of various battles of unknown origin. Looking back towards the body of water where they landed, they found that the farm end of the room looked to had collapsed, streams of water flowing from the rubble into the large lake where a huge chunk of the floor looked to have been dug out. The lake was deep, and took up a large portion of the room. The water was crystal clear, surprisingly so considering the amount of debris and dust that fell into it. Even from the blood of the spider and injured warriors, the water was free of any and all contaminates. The warriors themselves seemed to have been cleaned of any blood that had dried upon their persons leaving no trace of having ever bled, though their injuries remained. No evidence of the spider could be seen, either.

At the edge of the lake there were several meters of shallow water with the deepest edge being only being about a meter tall before it dropped off suddenly towards the deep end. Within the shallow waters grew very strange trees, their roots embedded into the rock. The trees were not that tall, with low hanging fruits colored an appetizing pink shaped like pears. The trees gave off a sweet smell, and while no one had seen these specific plants before, there was no itch of danger coming off of them.

At the far side of the room, opposite of the lake, the wall remained bare. There were no columns, uneven stones, or engravings of a battle. Polished, but not shiny the wall was smooth. At its center sat a double door, tall in that it almost reached the edge of where the floor from the previous room once was. The sheer size of the door was evidence enough that it was not designed for the hell spider to use. The door appeared to be made out of some strength synthetic material resembling metal, but was not. The final note was that there were two vertical pull bars, human height next to each other on either door. Outside of this door, there appeared to be no other way out of the room.

At the moment, there appeared to be no threat, no reason to fight. Whether planned or not from the mysteries that brought them to this world in the first place this seemed like an opportunity to relax, recoup, and reevaluate their situation. No one knew what would come next if anything, so it was best to rest now before something new approached.

The Gauntlet

That's good to see, thanks.

Hope you feel better soon, @silvermist1116.