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[Fishtie]

Unlike some of the other cars, the one holding Angela was quite silent. She herself sat silently on the floor with her legs folded under her. Her hands rested limply in her lap and her head was down as she waited for the ride to end.

Well at least she could remember her own name today, though it's second half eluded her heavily ransacked mind. Still, it was a good indicator of her mental barometer compared to other days where she could only think of herself as GS-03 or worse yet; could barely think at all.

What was more bothering to her were the guards that had been placed close to keep a watch on her. It wasn't actually the fact that they were there so much as the pointlessness of them. Before the tram had begun moving she had been ordered to remain within the car, and she knew as well as the person who had given the order that there was no way that she could do otherwise until allowed to.

As much as this whole thing disgusted her there was nothing she could do, if the tram crashed to the ground and exploded she could still do nothing to escape even if her life depended on it. The guards were just so pointless, and that's what irked her. There was no reason for them to be there. Pointless. It was like a direct calculated insult. Deriving her of both privacy and dignity just because they could.

It was the exact kind of thing she expected from the labs and Ordo Magi in particular.

However, no outward indication of Angela's agitation shown through her body or face as she continued to wait silently.

 

[A Gent of Villainous Intent]

Chimera simply sat, staring ahead with not a remark or even a facial twitch. In fact he didn't even seem to register the comment. In truth, he had actually shut down his hearing, literally, just in case the deranged experiment tried to give a response. Chimera had read his file, and he knew that Unsung was both not necessary to the mission, nor was he beneficial to it. At best he was a liability, at worst he would be a threat. Only time will tell though Chimera, though the next thoughts to fill his mind were contingency plans in case he went rogue.

However he heard the muffles stop and slowly turned his head to see Unsung in front of him with a wicked grin on his face. After a second or two of eye contact, a small electronic pop sound came from Chimera's ears, easily heard by everyone due to the silence. "I'm sorry, my hearing aids went out for a second, could you repeat that?" He said, a slight smirk forming under his balaclava.

 

[crewman_number_6]

The train began to slow down gently and came to a final stop. The stewardess came out and opened a door. She spoke to the scientists, ?If you sirs would move to the lobby the council is waiting for you.? She slid the door open to a large foyer of white tiles. The foyer led to large wooden double doors that the scientists were expected to go through. The rest of the train was still visible, the experiments staying detained until the scientists were in the room. Then the stewardess remembered something and looked towards Dr. Grejir. ?If you could stay here Dr. we need your assistance with one of the experiments.? She led Dr. Grejir towards the door of the car with GS-03.
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As the train stopped the guards went on alert, dropping any signs of incompetence. In the fourth car the Ordo Magi guards released GS-03 from her bindings, waiting for the scientists to enter the council chamber. In the third car they placed an electrical containment collar on Unsung, two guards grabbing onto the poles that were attached to it before unchaining him. Cheimera was simply forced up by a guard, his arms still handcuffed to him. The same thing was done to 2074-H. Both Facedancer and Adam were made to stand up with their hands secured behind them. In the fifth car the guards acted the most oddly, they simply uncuffed 6578 and one of them commanded, "Stand up."

 

[The Zango]

6578 stood up as instructed, rotating his shoulders and stretching his arms as he walked to the door of his carriage, not waiting to be instructed, but not willing to purposely antagonise them by proceeding to far without being ordered. He hated all of this shepherding and the complete lack of trust they displayed in him, though he understood perfectly why it was necessary, as it had been a year since his last episode and Murphys law dictated he was due for a new one soon, this of course put everyone on edge, perhaps 6578 the most however.

 

[Moderationintime]

Shrendius nodded to the stewardess and went into the car with GS-03. At least this one is less horrifying then the last one Shren thought as he observed the subject. "Wake up GS-03, time to move out" He said as he looked around the train. There is quite a lot of guards for this one subject, she doesn't seem that dangerous, but then again, they never do.

 

[ThreeWords]

Face Dancer relaxes it's face, and the image of the guard fades to be replaced with it's blank, androgynous features. It stared at Adam for a moment, then twisted its face into a hideous grimace, which suddenly flexed to become Adams, still locked in a grimace of pain. It began to mutter quietly to itself, obscenities and hateful words. All the while, into stared at Adam, never breaking its leering eye contact.

When the train stopped and the two stood, Face Dancer broke the stare to loo Adam up and down, then flexed its shoulder and closed its eyes. Suddenly, there was a muted crunching, and the beings shoulders twisted unnaturally. Next were its legs, then it's ribcage, and all the while the thing let out agonized moans and screwed its eyes tight shut.

The process was over in a minute, and afterwards there stood two copies of Adam, side by side. Occasionally, one would mutter horrible things, but they were otherwise identical.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Unsung was dragged away from his plaything, smile still in full, and was restrained with an electrical collar.'Oh, how I despise these.' Unsung thought to himself as they applied his neck bound restraint.

The collars would release a discharge of electricity through his body should he do anything that failed to comply with his 'caretakers'.
However something far more interesting was stirring in his mind. This gruff man intrigued Unsung, so calm and composed, and yet so clearly insane, Unsung could always pick them out. Something was wrong about him that he wouldn't admit. It was like staring into two sets of eyes wearing two different feelings.

Knowing nothing but pain would come if he spoke once more Unsung decided to simply enjoy playing with "Scary" until commanded to do otherwise.

Unsung began to sway from side to side, eyes drawn to the doll around his neck as if the metronome of his body giving the tiny, black, wooden thing a rhythm to follow.

 

[crewman_number_6]

As Dr. Grejir approached the car the guards slid the door open. As it was clear that Dr. Grejir was of Lab 4 GS-03 was forced to obey his commands.
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Everywhere else the guards waited, not wanting to release the experiments until the scientists were in the council chambers.

 

[A Gent of Villainous Intent]

Chimera complied with the guards as he was propped up, happy to at least be free of the pole. He silently complied with every order given to him, not shifting his gaze from straight ahead. "The fact they still do this despite my implants speaks volumes." He said to one of the guards casually, not even caring about the look Unsung gave him.

 

[ultrachicken]

Regal stretched briefly and then gracefully lifted himself out of his chair. He took long, delicate strides until dropping himself off of the train car and onto the ground. The air out there was far more refreshing than the air inside the tram, despite all the effort that Ursalia put into making the scientists' car as comfortable as possible.

He tightened the string keeping his glove on once more, and then stepped through the gaping doors and into the council chambers.

 

[joebthegreat]

Adam looks at Face Dancer and takes note of the horrible mutterings, beginning to copy the demeanor, attitude, and saying horrible mutterings of his own.

Now if there was only some way he could get himself a band on his wrist that looked like the one Face Dancer had.

 

[crewman_number_6]

As Dr. Dennis opened the doors he saw a large white tiled room. The back wall was a semicircle and there were eight chairs against the wall. One held an American with a blue suit that was common during the 50s and unnaturally shiny black hair. He had a wide smile on his face as he looked over to Dr. Dennis. Next to him sat a older, weathered man. This man?s face was covered by a respirator that had two thick tubes leading into metal rings on his neck. Dr. Dennis could detect that his eyes, along with his heart were completely cybernetic. Adjacent to the old man was a middle aged black woman in a simple labcoat. Her eyes were like a cats? eyes and the fingers on her right hand had long, curved claws. Her body was covered with thick red lines. The next chair was empty, there only for ceremonial purposes. The next chair held a man in a ornate silver robe. The familiar pouch at his hip had three slender tubes that led to the area behind his ear, needles injecting chemicals into his brain. The next chair held an unnerving woman. One of her eyes was an empty socket; the other eye was so milky and pale that it almost appeared to be entirely white. She wore a grey robe and had an eye tattooed on her forehead, the back of her neck and the length of her spine was line with needles stabbing into her spine and brain. Next sat a bald man in a sharp black suit with a red tie, his face was lined with scars gathered from years of combat. The next chair was also empty. The man in the blue suit spoke to Dennis, ?Please sit down, we will speak to you at length when the others come.? From a trapdoor in the ground a simple white chair emerged in front of Dr. Dennis.

 

[ultrachicken]

Regal sat down without hesitation and nestled himself in his seat. He held his head high and his back straight, giving him a posture that would suggest stress or discomfort, but in truth, he was quite at home.

He took a sideways glance at the unnerving woman, spotting the missing eye and the tattoo on her forehead. "Compensating for something?" he wondered wryly. He suppressed a smirk and sat with a steely expression, silently. He had not been commanded to speak, and therefore, he would not.

 

[crewman_number_6]

Spoiler: Fjeld

Can you please just enter the room and say that GS-03 follows you? I know that its not a good thing to do this but I'd like to hurry past the introduction

 

[Moderationintime]

Shren took GS-03 to the room and sat down and telling GS-03 to sit near some experiments. Maybe I will be able to bet the Serpion bloodied, that would be fun, I haven't done that in awhile Shren enjoyed the fine leather of the seat and reclined. Amazing

 

[crewman_number_6]

As Dr. Grejir entered the room a number of chairs passed up. He recogized the one eyed woman as a high ranking member of his Sect. A loud, momentary buzz sounded and the train doors slid open. The guards directed the experiments towards the door, indicating that they were to sit in front of the powerful council. The guards kept alert, not hesitating to use their weapons.

 

[ThreeWords]

Face Dancer slipped into the room, walking silently, and sat at the chair furthest from the door. It relaxed it's face, while keeping the stature of Adam, then looked slowly across the line of scientists, it's face briefly imitating each in turn.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Unsung was snapped out of his little game of making "Scary" dance and hurried by the guards to pass through the door to the room where the council members resided.
He glanced over each of them, absorbing their faces to memory even making a small game as to deciphering which member resides in which lab.
Unsung sat to the floor, cross legged, opposite the dark lady with the mesmerizing eyes and clawed grasp.

 

[The Zango]

Entering the chamber flanked by two guards, 6578 quickly noted all points of entrance and exit and then studied the faces of all present, scientists, experiments and even the guards, all routine checks that had been drilled into him even before he became an experiment, though these days it was hard to remember a time when he wasn't chauffeured everywhere under lock and key and survieled every second of the day, though even if he didn't remember it, he was sure it must've been a very liberated time.

Even though he was obviously expected to sit, 6578 instead chose to lean against the wall that was behind the chair he assumed to be his, he wanted to have a full view of the entire room and its doors, another habit he had picked up.

 

[A Gent of Villainous Intent]

Chimera willingly walked two paces ahead of the guard tailing him, and entered the Council chamber. When the chair he was lead to came out through the ground, he sat down and leaned on his forearms, as his hands were still behind him he could barely do so.