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CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

Subject: FP-1991-ED

Last Recorded Location: Purple Ward

Last Recorded Interaction:@BCTheEntity@Bazmund@Nyxira

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The little girl, now calling herself Dolly, smiled at the man as he nodded. She was not sure why, but in his near incapacitated state, she felt like a caretaker for someone who needed her. Soon enough her worries faded as she helped the man stand up from the bed. He was taller than she expected now that the man had straitened out from his sitting position. He almost looked as tall as Blade. Still holding his hand, Dolly led him to the door out to the hall.

“Alright, Blade asked me to help find other people.” Said Dolly, “I don’t know what’s happening, but I think Blade has an idea for what to do.” Whether he had an idea or not specifically she was not sure, but it seemed like a good idea at the time to at least find other people who might not be aware that something was wrong to begin with and collect notes. Out in the hall, she let go of the man’s hand and ran to the room across the way and checked that door. It was empty to. She looked down the hall. There were a good number of doors that lined the hall between her and her new friend and Blade

“I don’t think there are many people here.” Dolly observed. She had checked a good number of rooms, and so far, she had only found the hooded man. Speaking of which she asked “Hey, what’s your name? Do you remember? I can give you one if you can’t.” Before she could get an answer, a loud shriek came from somewhere above. The girl immediately stopped talking, and held her hands close to her chest, slightly slouched forward as if covering from something. When the scream stopped, she noticed the lights go out from down the hall, one by one until she was in total darkness.

“Blade!” she squealed, turning towards the hooded figure beside her, burying her face into his hoodie. Tears welled in her eyes as she stood there clinging to the stranger’s hoodie. The sudden shriek and lights going out had scared to the point she had nearly urinated. Even after the light came on, she was slow to release the man she had only met moments ago. She slowly opened her eyes as light filtered through driving away the darkness once again. While dim, dull, and yellow, they at least didn’t flicker much. Still holding on with as strong a grip as the little girl could muster, she took small step back and looked around the hall. She fully let go of the man when the voice announced the emergency power.

Any confidence Dolly had gained as a result of finding an ally had been severely lessened by the black out. She flinched when the second announcement called for everyone to come to breakfast. Breakfast? Dolly’s stomach growled. She was indeed hungry. So much had happened and she hadn’t even had breakfast yet. She reached down and picked up the doll she dropped during the black out. And looked down the hall where Blade had gone. He was headed her way, with another figure behind him. He seemed successful in finding someone else as well. Wiping her eyes, she waved at Blade and his new companion as they approached.

Summoning Heroes Battle Royale (But It's Not Fate?) Interest Check

You have my interest. While I’m more for a hero role, playing a summoner could be fun.

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

Subject: FP-1991-ED

Last Recorded Location: Purple Ward

Last Recorded Interaction:@BCTheEntity@Nyxira

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The little girl nodded when the man motioned for her to follow him out. To her dismay, the stranger didn’t seem to know where she was either, so she also felt it was her responsibility to help him as much as she could to find out as much as he was helping her feel safe. As the man left the doorway, the little girl ran back into her room, grabbed a doll dressed in a Victorian style dress and followed the man out. She noticed that the man had a knife tattooed on his arm. Without knowing his name, the little girl opted to call him Blade in relation to that tattoo.

She looked up at the man as he explained his plan. While she was still not one hundred percent down for the idea, just having someone she could run back to was enough to give her a bit more courage to carry it out. As the man continued farther down the hall to where Blade suspected the voice was coming from, the little girl stopped by the nearest cell door.

“Alright, I’ll try to find someone else, Blade.” She said before she started looking inside. Much like her own room, the door was partially open like disengaging the lock released the tension that held the door shut, letting it finally move freely along its hinge. She pushed it open to expose the small room fully to the rest of the facility. The room was small, just as dull as her own, and completely devoid of furniture except for a single bed along the far wall. This room was not being occupied, or if it was, the occupant was no longer present. She closed the door behind her and moved on to the next room.

Blade by this point was now much farther down the hall. She could hear him speaking with someone, but could not make out the specifics of the conversation. For the next couple rooms, she found them empty, much like the first. Either everyone was not as privileged as her to get toys and furniture, or these room were never occupied waiting for the next prisoner to take up residence. Finally, she spotted some flicking coming from the next room she approached. It was faint, barely noticeable unless you were right next to it. Accompanying it was the soft sound of static. Cautiously, the little girl opened the door. There was a television, its display struggling to keep lit; the source of the flickering and noise.

Just inside the doorway, the girl clutched the doll a bit tighter as she looked about the room. Unlike the previous ones she checked, this one had someone within it. She looked towards the bed. His balled form resting against the wall, his arms over his knees. It was hard to see where he was looking, his hood covering his eyes, the dim lights, and flickering TV not helping in the slightest.

“H-hello.” She said nervously as she inched her way to the stranger sitting on the bed. He didn’t seem threatening. Blade still keeping the trophy for most scary person she had met today, but this hooded figure seemed off somehow. “Hi. My name is, um…” despite what was going on, this was the first the little girl realized she could not remember her name. She started to internally panic, but started to take deep breaths. Blade asked for her help, and now was not the time to panic. She couldn't recall anything before, her own name should not have been that surprising. But she had already started the sentence, so she felt obligated to finish it. She looked down at the doll she was holding. “…Dolly. I’m Dolly.”

The little girl moved closer to where she was at the edge of the bed. She could see the man’s face much better now. While he most certainly awake, he seemed a bit sluggish. Not sure what was going on, the little girl reached out and touched his hand as it hung over his knee. “We need to get out of here. I have a friend waiting for us in the hall.” She said. Her voice shook just a little, but she tried her best to appear brave for the dangerous situation she concocted based on what she experienced so far.

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

Subject: FP-1991-ED

Last Recorded Location: Purple Ward

Last Recorded Interaction: @BCTheEntity

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As she laid there with the blanket over her head, danger raced through her thoughts. There weren’t any specific dangers, the little girl being unable to come up with any, but ever new sound only fueled the fear she was feeling. What was initially just a startle grew more terrifying the longer she hid on the bed. The muffled cries for help from beyond the chamber door down the hall certainly didn’t help. The person calling was just so far away that any words he might have cried were muffled into gibberish. More people were awaking since the pitiful alarm sounded through the halls, and the little girl had no idea what to make of it.

After what felt like hours passed, the little girl took a peek from under the sheets. The door still loomed ajar, exposed for anyone who would wish to enter. Loose fibers from the blanket made it difficult enough to see if the dim lighting was still too bright. She quickly closed the small opening when she spotted the door moving. Someone had entered the room. Was it the person who called out before so aggressively? Or was it another stranger who wished her harm? Perhaps it was a savior. She did not dare to take another peek lest she give away her position. She clenched when the door reached its limit creaking under the weight of someone leaning against it.

She waited for something to happen when the entity that occupied the same room as her began to speak. She opened her eyes. The man’s tone of voice was not angry or murderous. It wasn’t exactly that of a gentle mother or father, but it matched the words being spoken. When the man ended his attempted dialog of solace, the girl sat up with the blanket pushed away. He seemed genuine about not wanting to hurt her. The little girl relaxed. The man needed help, and she was not sure what she could do, but there seemed to be some trouble, and at the very least, this man was not it.

She slid off the bed, and slowly walked up to the man. “I’ll help.” She said quickly, and clenching her hands together. “I’m sorry I ran. I I didn’t know who you were. I don’t um…” the little girl swayed a little side to side almost like she was having second thoughts. She still had no idea who this man was. Just a moment ago she was hiding from him like her life depended on it. Not only that, but her memories of basically anything relevant to her situation, or even anything before that eluded her as well. She frowned and then looked back up at the man.

“I’ll help however I can, but do you know where I am? I can’t remember anything.”

Convergence of a Memory: Radix Arboris Magni (Alt-History/Crossover RP)

I am mildly interested. Though out of curiosity for compatibility I have a dimension hopping character where the some of the dimensions are, excuse me, were preexisting RPs that no longer exist. Since there is some controversy involved with a character of that kind of history, I want to check with you about it if that would be an issue. If I were to submit a character whose story is to that he traveled from one Rp to the next explained via dimensional world hopping, would that be allowed?

Essentially the character in one shape or form has done part of your RPs premise where the other worlds were other RPs. He’s a history seeker and story teller mainly.

Otherwise, I’ll just leave it at ‘mildly interested’ and might join with an original character once it’s live.

The Gauntlet

@Zoey Boey I understand. I’m going to use this as a learning experience. I’m probably going to try again at a later date with a similar format. But next time I’ll make is more clear the RP is teamwork and combat heavy with little bits of story thrown in at times. Thanks for participating.

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

A sudden sharp sound echoed throughout the room before it suddenly lost life and continued on as a whimper before finally dying completely. The sound was distorted, only a pitiful excuse of what it usually was. Nevertheless, it was enough to stir the little girl from sleep. Slowly opening her eyes, the girl sat up in her bed, the covers sliding off her body. She yawned and rubbed her eyes before looking around her room.

Her room?

It was a room. And it was a room she occupied. But nothing in it resembled anything she would call hers. In fact, she could not recall what would normally be hers in the first place. Now more awake, the little girl called out. Much like the alarm, her call was barely audible outside the room. Moving to sit at the edge of the bed, the girl looked about the room again. There were few child furnishings, but otherwise the room was bare and dull. Several cameras near the corners of the ceiling faced towards the ground, seemingly without power. At the far side of the room stood an open door, facing an equally blank white wall of the corridor beyond. Not much light illuminated the wall, leaving most of what laid beyond too dark to see.

Sliding off the bed, the girl cringed as her bare feet touched the cold concrete floor. Next to the bed were a pair of basic grey shoes without laces. She grabbed them to put on. She stopped initially when she saw the bands around her wrists. Sitting back on the bed, the girl looked at them, and tried to take them off unsuccessfully. She now took notice of the rest of her attire. She was dressed in a simple one-piece dress, grey matching the dull atmosphere of rest of the room. She placed her hands upon the collar around her neck, just as irremovable as the bracelets.

Not even recognizing her own clothes anymore, the girl was growing increasingly fearful about where she was or what was going on. She wanted to find a safe place to hide until she could find someone who could help her. Jumping off the bed again, she put on the shoes and creeped to the entrance of the door. It was open, so she could perhaps flee from the captors that held her. She looked out the entrance, seeing the hall was clear in one direction. Before she turned to look the other way, she heard someone call out. The voice was aggressive and it startled the little girl. She yelped and not so quietly ran back into the room diving into the bed and covered herself up. The little girl didn’t see who call out, flickering lights and the darkness that it brought helping with that. Perhaps the figure who yelled would pass by and not harm the girl.

The Gauntlet

Amberelle knew deep down that the likelihood that Kay would have any Insight on their location would be near impossible at best, but hearing her confirm still gave a feeling of disappointment. Amberelle looked straight ahead towards the center of the lake, only look back up when the water next to her started to be disturbed. She looked over to see that De’Kae was standing up, looking much better and more recovered.

Amberelle watched as De’Kae walked over to one of the trees. Amberelle remained sitting in the water, turning her head and body to keep eyes on her as she moved. The trees didn’t look like a traditional tree, but that was the best way to describe them concisely. Each root looked like a tangle of bark covered vines that bore into the rock within the shallow waters of the shore. These roots wound around each other tightly as they culminated together to form the trunk just barely over the top of the water. Very crookedly, the tree winded upward before splitting again into bushels of thick medium sized oval leaves, smooth to the touch as though covered in wax. Hanging from these bushels were the pink pear-shaped fruits. The trees were about seven or eight feet tall at most, with the fruit hanging down at eye level.

When De’kae held one of the fruits within her hand, she could feel the soft flesh, with a similar waxy texture as the leaves. Being that close, the sweet smell easily permeated De’Kae’s nostrils barely covering the other smells that filled the chamber. The life-weld pulse shook the tree slightly as energy traversed the length of the fruit to the branches, trunk, and then roots hidden below the rocky surface. Like the trees from her home, this plant became attuned to her and willingly gave her its history. The fruit that the tree bore was harmless, thought the pit held a variety of minor poisonous chemicals, the flesh was safe. The tree had lived in this lake for an unfathomable amount of time, comparable to that of the Mother Tree if not longer. Yet even with that age, the fruits were recently grown.

While the being that planted the trees remained hidden from De’kae, she learned that the tree was not native to the chamber, and neither was the lake where it gained its nutrients. The roots of the tree reached deeply, and most of them interlocked with the roots of the other trees and surrounded the lack below the rocky surface along the shoreline.

Still sitting in the water, but now turning her torso to better face, De'kae, Amberelle called out. "were you able to learn anything?"

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