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Post by Alexander Hope on May 7, 2020 23:48:48 GMT -6
3 days prior: May 4th, Modern Age 950: 8:40 PM (20:40 hrs)
Within the walls of the Hope House, at an unspecified location within East City's boundaries. Underground, at the lowermost east wing, investigation was being conducted. Due to the events of the day of April 23rd, Father Alexander Hope was assaulted and briefly incapacitated alongside a multitude of other family members. The cause of such injury and relatively widespread suffering was synonymous: the Black Lotus -- according to thirty-three individual reports -- and an unknown, parasitic substance. In accordance to a minute number of eyewitness reports, three Hope House soldiers were afflicted with the substance; that of which is now under experimentation and research. Almo, Truff, Reeb, and Cheeronimo, the dedicated "scientists" of the Hope House, albeit of mildly questionable authenticity, thrust themselves into their blandly-situated laboratory.
Containment of the substance, regardless of whether or not it was still active, was secured by an advanced conglomeration of tubing and gel. Akin to a regeneration pod, it was ultimately meant and designed for a controlled environment only. It hung in a form of suspension, amorphous and similar to a Southern Colossus Squid's ink. Truff, a Human specializing in alien and/or extraterrestrial biology, could hardly fathom any similarities between this and any other known species. Even the Popporian Frog didn't harbor anything like this! Nudging a pencil eraser against his lips, a sudden swipe of a keycard brought a blink, a clink, and a sweeping motion to the barred lab door. Several sealants, both rudimentary and technological, made way for the newfound entrant. A palm receded, returning the appropriate access key into an internal breast pocket.
A disheveled, albeit moderately composed ensemble of characteristic features revealed themselves. Alexander Hope, the key contributor to the late April skirmish, intruded upon a once silent gathering. The leader's sleeves were rolled up to his shoulder throughout all layers, gauze decorating both of his upper appendages. Despite primarily healing his shattered bones via medical technology an approximate week ago, there were still some... damages. A proper healing process was still necessary; any acceleration would diminish the required time to pass. Regardless, Alexander spoke swiftly as he proceeded to barge in, leaving no chance for the others to interject in regards to his presence.
"Who the hell brought that shit in here?!"
Almo jumped, flinching quite obviously. There was always something about it when the Father inquired towards him, specifically. More often than not, the current anatomical scientist was incorrect. He remained hushed.
"I believe it was -- uh --"
A doctor in medicinal science, Cheeronimo, hastily flipped through a modest stack of notes. A scan of one of the soldier reports was procured with an evident scramble.
"Er, it was Lala, sir. She picked it up with, as she put it "a salve of bubbo". It didn't get to anyone until it came to our hands --"
"And there's a reason Lala isn't on patrols! Do you remember how many rodents she brings in every other day?!"
Alexander began to storm further into the unexceptional laboratory, approaching the containment tube. The gel's glow was easily encompassing the majority of the room. For whatever reason, the lab rats always favored a dimmer lighting setup. Reeb, the professor of geology at East City University (home of the Devil Marks), attempted to intervene. A hand was place between the subject and Alexander, gesturing towards the perpetrator. The scientists' employer immediately took a sharp breath, led his eyes to shut for a moment, then exhaled slowly. Refraining from glaring a bit too harshly, Alexander shifted his gaze to meet his family member's; a bespectacled pair of beady eyes stared back. A palm clapped onto Lex's left shoulder, albeit rather lightly.
"Look at what you're getting fussed at. Its still, right?"
A brief glance at the topic at hand confirmed this. Alexander returned his gaze to Reeb, evidently not all too amused.
"Not a fully day ago, before you came to us as of now, that smudge in the gel there was acting like your everyday, animated nucleus model. You may as well have called it berserk. It was wiggling around, making a big fuss... then your new little friend broke in."
"Empy."
"Yes, Empy -- now, he did nothing but stare at the damned thing for a whole hour! He just sat there, looking at it, and I swear not one of us saw him blink -- but that's not the point. That lil' mass there quieted down real quick after that hour, lemme tell you, Boss. It was almost, well, deathly strange that a little penguin, presumably, could do anything to this thing there."
"Get to the point, Reeb."
"Yes yes -- so, the parasitic substance is subdued. Any readings we got after your little friend left were as dull as a porcupine without 'pikes, and we got idea why. Then, we got ourselves a fancy ol' idea! Some of the reports mentioned that our afflicted friends near topside were immune to bullets, though not plasma or lasers, could move at supersonic speeds, and beat you -- you of all people, Boss -- into a powdered pulp. Couldn't we use that for the House?"
"Ugh!"
Alexander recoiled, wrestling himself from Reeb's shoulder clap. The Father's brows were furrowed, and his nose wrinkled something fierce. Leaning away from the ludicrous professor, Alexander took to a retort immediately.
"You dare suggest getting a whiff of that possessive shit?"
"Its a risky hypothesis, I get that. But with any threat to our family's security, I figured that you'd take up anything to ensure the Hope House's survival."
"And if I'm dead? What then?"
"I'm sure Sam would enjoy the vacation back home."
A pause was taken for the both of them. A moment was taken to stare each other, one in thorough disbelief, the other in a sincere seriousness. Another moment passed. The intermittent tinkering of glass and papers were the only remaining sounds beyond them. Suddenly, a crease formulated upon Alexander's cheek. A similar form appeared at the opposite side. A crooked smirk took form. Was this crazy enough to work?
"You're just crazy enough for this job, Reeb. Hah!"
"I take it you'll undergo the intramuscular injection, then?"
"You know what? Fine! Just make sure you know which planet to escape to if this ends up killing me."
"Heh! You know I've always been fascinated with Arlia, Boss."
"Thanks for telling everyone where to look, Professor Reeb."
Present Day: May 7th, Modern Age 950: 6:45 AM (0645 hrs)
A familiar, blubbery shape encompassed Alexander's view. However, this time, it happened to have a face. Mere centimeters before his facial features, the titular penguin known as Empy was "resting" upon its handler's torso. The term was referred to loosely, as its breathing was mellow, yet the perpetual void considered Empy's eyes were forever unblinking -- as usual, of course. Unfortunately, Alexander didn't seem immediately familiar with himself. There was a strangeness about him, something unusual about his vision, as well. Fortunately enough, this still appeared to be his designated bedroom. GHQ, too. Groaning to himself, Lex eventually attempted to speak.
"...Empy. Empy, shove off."
Whilst speaking, the penguin pushed itself away by the flippers. Empy's head twitched, as well -- multiple times, in fact. Was he legitimately sleeping prior to this? No matter, it was time to wake, no matter what time it was. The sunlight was already bleeding into the daylight sensors, so it must've been at least past six o'clock. Rotating at his midsection, rolling out of the bed as literally as possible, Alexander begrudgingly utilized his feet to create motion whilst civilized. As he scratched at is scalp, as he often did at first light, any recollection of the last few days was muddy, at best. In fact, it was almost as if there was no memory for Tuesday or Wednesday at all! Outwardly preparing himself for the day, Alexander struggled to make sense of his current predicament; what happened on Monday? Why does he feel like this? It wasn't a drinking night, not on Mondays. Arved didn't loot up a pack of full kegs, either. Sam hadn't visited recently, nor were there any concussive assaults from any aggressive factions outside the House as of late. The motions continued until his morning shower had concluded.
"...Huh?"
The broad, wall-side mirror that resided within his walk-in bathroom mirrored Alexander himself, as it should; yet his frame was glowing! Skin care wasn't his forte, yet this didn't appear ever so relatively normal. Humans didn't glow as Alexander did! With a sheen unfamiliar to him, he took to outside consultation immediately. Wrapping a towel around his waist, a haphazard telephone "line", secured by a PIN number, was secured for Giovinni's use. A moment of ringing. Another moment. Yet another moment --
"Hullo...?"
"Vinny, call Sam here. This is urgent."
"Father Alexander?! Y-Yes, right away!"
Take your time Sam Aeil , but know that this glow is not one for the naked eye to see.
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Post by Sam Aeil on May 11, 2020 9:03:03 GMT -6
Sitting in the rain, Sam would hear his phone buzz at first, knowing that he was getting called due to his phone playing a small melodic hymn that he used to sing to his own family when they had nightmares.
Remembering that even adults had their faults, as he would look at the small, damaged flip-phone as he would trace his finger over the black and red.
His mind slipping onto the information that he had been given in the past by his own parents, on how his mother enjoyed the darkness of the night and how his father always enjoyed the speed sensation behind red, he couldn't help but chuckle.
Flipping it open, hearing a voice that he hasn't heard as often, he would stutter for a moment, nodding to himself before speaking in a somber tone, his eyes closing as he wasn't paying attention to the environment that he was in.
His entire body convulsing for a moment as he would clasp his own torso, crying a little as he felt an intense pain before having it pass.
"I will be coming as soon as I am permitted to come in." As he still hasn't obtained a card or something to verify his appearance, waiting outside for when he would be allowed in as he tapped his foot against the ground.
Picking up a few grains of sand that were stuck to his clothing as he would feel an intense sensation of agony.
The memories that he was trying to suppress having been coming back as he would take a small bladed weapon from his outfit, spinning it on his finger as he would think about the implications that come from having such a strong battle style that is trumped by mere raw power.
A power that he couldn't even comprehend as he would grit his teeth with the information he had found, the few bodies that he had gathered upon his own desires dangling from a string before a piece of cloth was weaved around them.
Making certain to not draw the attention of the children that could be working in this environment, he would tighten the bag a few times with his eyes refusing to make eye contact with the fuckers that he stored in the bag itself.
"Alexander better pay me and help me with that north city take over process after this is over" He would speak to himself, kicking a pebble far into the distance as he would watch it soar.
His eyes wanting to just close and fall asleep as he didn't even try to make his comments secretive. "The fucker almost got a few snooping idiots to grab a few of the smaller bands... Children are vanishing and we have a new danger that came up."
Watching the watch that he had been carrying as it flipped open, revealing a complex device as he would close it. "And this... Scanner that will possibly change the movement of our plans in the near future..."
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Post by Alexander Hope on May 11, 2020 15:44:49 GMT -6
The Hope House General Headquarters, based in East City, was an unassuming sort. That is, GHQ was an unlikely hideout on the surface level. Set along the eastern portion of the perpetually eastern asphalt jungle, there lied a bland, white capsule home. A protruding doorway sat out front, fenced in by your everyday picket fence. A pin pad jut out from the left side of the door, however. A chimney, poking its head from within, often left itself spewing its smoke all day. The windows, parallel to the origin point of the presumed fireplace, always revealed drawn blinds. Of course, there was a back door; one as plain as the front. As inconspicuous as it was attempting to be, there wasn't another house at this side of town. Devil Green Acres, the nearest neighborhood, was nearly a kilometer away. Nevertheless, the odd little hovel was built legally within the East City limits. There was little reason to assume that it was a topside coverup for an extensive hideaway base, right? The rain of today was accentuated by the ocean beyond the home. Sam wouldn't have to be left outside for all too long. Despite the gathering of any children, including a rather specific reason, the front door swung open with a clamorous "WHUM-RATTLE!" as the House Associate was mumbling and grumbling to himself. Given the shade of precipitation, the glow of the hearth had exaggerated itself from the entryway. A figure obscured a portion of the homely luminosity, however. There was a dubious, orange material splattered atop a black apron. Mucked up, previously bleached slippers concealed a pair of feet. A set of flimsy, white socks and a pair of beige sailor pants and a navy blue bow tie neck blouse wrapped up a feminine frame. It didn't matter if it didn't pair up, clearly. Bags just barely dragged beyond her sooty eyes, an ancient trio of marks seemingly marring one of them from above. If one observed well enough, they'd notice a thin concealment of thorough forehead wrinkles; all beneath length bangs. Regardless, bearing a familiar variety of ocular covering, the woman answering the door shot a harsh glare. Yet, it went beyond Sam, as if initially unaware of him. "ARVED AIN'T HERE, KIDDIES! I KNOW ONE O' YOU IS WORKIN' FER MISTA BOENE ANYWAY!" A particularly runty looking child clicked their tongue. "YEAH, YOU! PISS IT! YER NOT WELCOME HERE! Say "hi" to Mista Boene for me, wouldn't yah? 'Course you will -- NOW BUZZ OFF!" The woman waggled a waving gesture at the auxiliary child, shooing them away along with the rest. Squinting at the one she called out for an additional moment, it was only a matter of time before the woman took notice of Sam. Peeking down towards the compact man, a moment would pass before a dot or two became connected. Somebody was called here early, right? "Oh hey, you must be Sam. Come in, come in! I got "Bacon Egg and Cheese Croissant Rings" in the oven!" The woman swooped around Sam, attempting to brush him inside. Capturing a glance at the cloth bag the associate had with him, the woman kept silent on the matter. Had the stench of rot in it. Flexing her nostrils, as if to adjust, the impromptu hostess rammed the front door shut behind both herself and Sam. Inside the disguising lodging, the foremost room gave way for a modest amount of decor. A weathered, albeit otherwise pristine six seated leather couch sat before the hearth; a glass coffee table sat between them. A hand-made dining table was just beyond the couch, with eight log chairs situated about the perimeter. A pair of hallways, directly and parallel to each other mirroring the front door, led to the kitchen and miscellaneous bedding areas respectively. A doormat sat just before the immediately entryway; that of which is meant for wiping your damn feet. Scraping off their slippers hastily, the woman scurried off to the leftmost hallway across the room. As she made her brief exit, she called to Sam. "Do you wan' some water or somethin'? I also got coffee brewin' 'cause Lala's just addicted to that shit! If so, d'ya like DeepBeans® or RoastedRattlers®?" Barely left unnoticed to the hostess, her voice was trailing off far more swiftly than anticipated. It was as if the home was bigger on the inside than it had appeared. Nonetheless, while any answer Sam would provide would surely be heard, there'd need to be some time before Alexander appeared from downstairs.
A mystery lady appears! She's heard about Sam, too! Who do you think she is, Sam Aeil ?
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Post by Sam Aeil on May 12, 2020 12:03:25 GMT -6
"Yes, Yes..." Sam would say, overwhelmed by the homely excitement of this house, reminded of the house that he once called home himself as he would grasp his torso for a moment, clutching a little metal tin that was hidden away that his father once used to draw his cigars from as he kept it close with himself.
Remembering how it prevented two fatal bullets aimed towards his heart, he never felt that cold sting again, his eyes closing as he would bow before the lady, introducing himself as Sam and declaring that there was a slight issue and that he would indeed love a warm brew as he would sigh to himself.
"I am sorry that I have to ruin this beautiful environment with something as rancid and rotten as a body." Dropping them on the table as he would then ask her while she had walked away into the bowels of this house, glad that there was a fireplace keeping him warm at this point as his body was feeling absolutely chilled to the bone from all of the rain.
Seemingly forgetting to clean his shoes as thick slabs of mud were left on the ground as he would draw a knife from his outfit.
"Bring me a few buckets, If alexander is not here yet, then I have to perform this operation at my own benefit" like the cracking of bones would be heard through the entire house as his knife was crushing away at bone after bone in the ribcage of the man that he had placed on the table, removing rotten organ after organ.
"What will we do with a drunken sailor, What will we do with a drunken sailor" He sung to himself, dragging the blade across the ribcage, removing rib after rib as he was surgically removing everything that was part of this man, dropping parts into the buckets that would be delivered as he was certain that they could hear the tone that he had in his voice.
"Early in the morning..." As he smashed his hand into the remains before they started wriggling, dragging themselves back together, forming the multiple bodies into one figure again before sam stuck his blades back in.
Separating the four bodies before they could completely fuse together with the rings under his eyes became more and more obvious.
His movements starting to get duller as he would feel the need for that warm brew increase in his body as he was working endlessly to keep them separated, constantly having to cover them up separately until small strands of flesh started to tear their way through the fabric.
Pushing themselves close again and having to be separated by being taken apart into bits again.
"I... Have been doing this, for almost days now as more bodies with the same sickness are found and have been attempted to get burned down to the ground..." He would explain to the lady, almost as if he was talking to the air at this point.
"But I am sure that a lady as gorgeous as you have never seen a man fall apart this quickly." Laughing at himself with the double meaning at the rotten flesh that he was trying to handle, manifesting a potion to douse himself with, cleaning him off the scent and gunk once again as it was almost second nature at this point for himself.
Something that was sadly heavily noticed as he would take deep breaths.
"Where in the fuck is Alexander?!" Sam would shout, the exhaustion making him feel restless, making him feel easily agitated as he would crack the table a little with his slamming down fist, the ki wires that he manifested seemingly scorching the flesh of the creatures that he was taking into bits before they would fuse back again.
"I am running out of energy to make wires, I am running out of steam to keep myself going, and he did not even think to install a fucking elevator in his hideout?!" Before then collapsing down onto the chair that was behind him, tracing the log chair with a smile on his face as he would start sobbing a little from the exhaustion, keeping himself together and clutching onto the drink when delivered.
Burning his mouth in a vain attempt to keep some emotion going in his own body, he would thank the heavens and the divine angel that was capable of delivering him this without calling the cops on him right away.
The stench of the body starting to resemble something completely unique, almost candy-like instead of rot which he would then respond with a soft scuff.
"Sure... Make it a fantastic idea by infusing the bodies of children with Majin DNA, adjust their double helix of fate into one of being untamed monsters that will rampage and rip families into a million pieces.
And will I get to be the hero instead? Noooo..." As Sam was doing his best to stick together, as it was starting to be obvious that... Something had gone horridly wrong.
And from the items that were on the bodies and now scattered around, this seems to be part of a plan regarding the north itself... what has happened in the north?
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Post by Alexander Hope on May 14, 2020 23:27:24 GMT -6
It hadn't been a particularly lengthy amount of time since someone had visited the capstone home. However, it had nearly been half of a decade since someone brought the bodies of children. That is, what seemingly appeared as much. Strangely familiar with the din of strangulation, mutilation, and outright disfiguration of bothersome corpses, the woman paid no mind to Sam's fiddling. The hollow tunes perceptible from the House Associate, meanwhile, were relatively perturbing. Regardless, a beep of an oven rang out. A steaming racket followed. Donning a pair of fleecy oven mitts, the woman procured the breakfast concoction with a firm set of movements. The scent of bacon, largely intertwined with egg, intruded upon the stench of rotting carcasses. "Alex should be up here any minute now! Last I heard he's been dealin' with a penguin in his pants! SNRK, can you believe that?" Evidence of a nervous sweat glazed the woman's nape. Tense moments such as these were the absolute worst. Nonetheless, a cabinet or two rattled open, man-handled into opening in a haste. Buckets, buckets, right, buckets. The clamor of several, metallic pails rang a dull tone; a trio of them, soon delivered at Sam's feet. Revealing herself once more, the woman set one at the Associate's left and the remaining two at his right. It was a safer assumption that he was right handed. Without a word, however, the hostess disappeared once again. A modest shuffling of slippers was the majority of what happened to be audible. Having returned to her self-imposed duties of kitchen-related fare, the woman devised a modest scheme. Another reach for a close by cupboard. A bag of sorts was procured. Sam's maundering caught the woman's scrutiny, in the meantime. That of disease and something of presumed arson. God, this fucker's worse off than... well, others. Approaching the kitchen entryway, soon leaning against the entrance with a pondering facial expression; the woman considered calling Arved up here. Perhaps, just perhaps, he'd just lighten the mood with his usual jollity. Unfortunately, Arved had been situated at the southeast site since late April. Curling an index finger onto her thumb, the inquisitive woman pursed her lips as she planted her palm upon her chin. Suddenly, Sam had -- seemingly absent-mindedly -- complimented his host among a comment of a revolting variety. Sweet, albeit of ill timing. Without shifting herself in the least: a response. "Well, I'd appreciate it more if you weren't dissecting kids on my dining table. Some advice for next time, Mister Sam." Suddenly, the bell of an elevator interrupted the pair's encounter. All the way from an apparent thirty-ninth floor, the rumbling of sliding doors was all too evident. In that moment, the woman shuffled back into the kitchen; something was just about ready! As Sam's outburst was escalating, the clunk of densely manufactured boots battered themselves against hardwood flooring. The right hallway, left obscured from the front door, housed one of numerous other entries into the Hope House proper. Unfortunately, the elevator yet remained upon Alexander's to-do list for renovations, even today. The damn thing took nearly three Mars minutes just to get to the only above ground floor! Regardless of the one elevator left installed from Age 917, however, the Father of the Hope House made his entrance known. The property damage done to the dining room, unfortunately, flattened that impact. "Ya' lookin' for Alex? Here he comes anyway. Oh, yeah -- take it downstairs if you wanna smash furniture, got that Sammy?" Evidently removed from her cheeky, inquisitive posture, the hostess spontaneously placed a piping cup of... not coffee?! It was beside Sam in an instant. A light brown liquid steamed from within the glass, yet it clearly wasn't your everyday, bitter beans. May it be, perhaps: a tea? Green tea?! Revealing himself from the poorly lit hallway, meanwhile, Alexander had evidently left his overcoat unbuttoned today. Still left amiss via the unnatural glow yet only he could witness. A sigh escaped him. What a ruckus, and so early in the day. "Sam --"The scene of severed corpses was one thing. The other, more pressing, was disarray of his once-composed associate. Sam seemed just awful. It was less than a month ago that Sam was the spitting image of true self equilibrium. Who the hell was this in his place? Alexander haphazardly tugged at his collar, nudging it with a buried middle finger. The leader's gaze shifted towards the woman, transparently confused. "Sammy's a bit fussy. Gave him some green tea instead. Coffee ain't good for anyone lookin' and actin' like that." A pause.
"Mom, what about those bodies?""What about the bodies? You haven't seen the worst of it, Alex."
"Well --""Shush! I get to keep my mystery backstory!" Another sigh. Alexander, briefly confronting his very own mother about Sam, gave little answers. A bother, to say the least. The snickering from said bother, even as he mused over such thoughts, hardly did him any better. Guiding his palm across his facial features in a swift, downward motion, the leader approached his associate. The ramblings of a madman rang about within Lex's ears. Majin DNA, rampaging monsters, tearing families into millions of pieces; the horrific works. Nudging the corner of his lip for an instant, the Father -- suddenly -- attempted to breeze Sam off his feet! If successful, both he and Empy would be taken directly to the front room's couch. The one-person left carry, of all things, ensured Sam would be in Alexander's arms and atop his lap atop an aptly, lengthy couch space. Plopping onto the adjacent seating, propping himself upon a pillow, the pint-sized associate would be dropped off beside his carrier; within the chaise section. Double checking if the lil' dastard still held his tea, a swift recovery of such would be conducted if left otherwise. Regardless, Alexander would be beside Sam, hastily grasping for a nearby television remote.
"Alright. Talk to me. We've got time, the day's young, you're in safe company. We have blankets, we got this --"The remote blinked, rousing a hanging television to action. Conveniently enough, it was still at the coastal sea channel. A live feed of the late sunrise. The modern age was ever so lovely that way.
"-- You got tea, too. Tell me what's going on."Alexander's facial expression was flat, or rather tame. However, his words betrayed his appearance. The Hope House was no stranger to children, and Alexander was far from the exception. It was both his duty and -- at times -- his pleasure to assess a family member's troubles. Anything to ensure a finer life within the confines of the House. Fortunately for Sam: Associates were rarely excluded from that. As if to add to the situation, a pudgy fuzzball poked its head from the chaise's edge. Springing upwards, lurching over the edge, Empy waggled its feet to secure its footing. If Sam happened to truly be swept away onto the couch, the penguin would end up tapping at Sam's legs. Eventually, it'd be between the associate and the armrest, whether it was allowed to or otherwise. Lacing his fingers together, crossing his legs at a straight angle, Alexander figured it was time to verbalize.
Sorry about that, Sam Aeil . Got a little preoccupied.
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Post by Sam Aeil on May 15, 2020 13:41:13 GMT -6
Sipping the tea as he would be watching the flowing ocean, he knew he was safe within the embrace of Alexander as he was still trying to wipe his own tears away while feeling the tapping, everything moving around him faster than he wished to admit.
The world starting to distort before his own eyes as he would be trying to manifest his usual ki blanket, the loose threads forming a horrid blanket as he would clean one of his hands just enough to place a palm onto the boy called Empy as he slowly sunk his fingers into that neverending fluff.
Feeling his worries slowly ebb away as he would try to take a deep breath, wanting to panic, wanting to scream out but instead he would slowly hand a paper with a dirty hand towards the boss known as Alexander.
"I... Found the location of a supplier... Eighty percent of all of the black lotus is supplied by him before they took the kids their lives and made me dismantle them repeatedly to keep them away...
We need... We need a miracle of energy to keep them down, we need to purify them with an impossible source..." As sam clutched his cup.
Wanting to throw it away, wanting to see it shatter against the wall in frustration as he remembered the answers that he had gotten with the confusing words that so many people were shouting at him when he tried to improve.
"I am not strong, I am a weak, pathetic man Alexander, I was too scared that I was going to ruin everything with you guys that I started to act on my own." As he would swallow deeply before looking at his palms.
"Cocky, Possibly even insane, but I went out of my way to try and help the company while not trying to enforce too much onto your hands, at this point they have pushed against me, proclaiming they control the entire region of the north.
Standing in the way of my attempts to take it over and then follow it up with something I can't even deal with!"
Manifesting the last string that he could as he would lean against the back of the object he was sitting on, slowly letting his body sink as his eyes looked like they were going to give up, wanting to keep his grit going, the boy would then swallow deeply.
"Ki." That's the only word he would say while trying to stick to his own concentration as his eyes showed a definition of anger that he couldn't even understand with nobody wanting to teach him in the least.
Slowly crawling his fingers across the soft, shining cup that was given to him that was once filled with tea as his anger had faded in his voice when he reached it out towards Alexander as his appearance seemed to shift.
Usually just this little goblin in a suit that would throw weapons, with a carefully managed appearance, it was at this point that with the difference between man and demon, he needed more time to process certain things.
Sitting before Alexander as his cracked lips asked for another cup, his strength abnormal for most children yet it was certain that...
It was a child sitting before him at this point, one that got himself into the thickest mess that he could have ever found.
His hands were often covered with tender gloves showing wounds, multiple wounds of practicing with weapons and having to fight against multiple people.
Instead of being raised in an environment where you would be taught how to do this by people you could ask for support or people you could convince to support you, this boy was left to his own devices as he would be pushed around day after day until he gathered enough material to blackmail everybody.
That innocent smile as he pranked you on the day of the contract resurfacing for a moment as he looked like he truly found somebody that he could trust, somebody that he could share with as his eyes were now filled with insecurity.
His inability to use his information beyond the realm of a normal man, as the strength that the opposition was using was intensifying further and further.
It was a battle against an infinitely growing force that could overwhelm him if he simply stopped trying for a moment as he felt the full brunt almost instantly.
Incapable of these mythical efforts that others were starting to show in the vicinity, the drugs that were being manipulated and other tools that were found to be delivered to help with it.
Sam just lagged behind, as he knew that he was lagging behind, his difference even more magnified when Alexander could notice that he looked much weaker than before with the tired drag in his eyes.
"Am I insane?" Sam would ask, as he laughed to himself while crying a little as he leaned backward, feeling the softness once more before raising himself up, taking out a few more knives as he would move back to the reforming mass as the voices were starting to become more audible to Alexander as he realized what was happening.
With each stroke of the weapon, these children were assaulting his mind with illusionary effects, constant telepathic messages, and above all, they were making him constantly relive horrid moments with every second that he had to do this.
But instead of blaming another person for his inability to solve this problem, he kept to his word and tried to solve his problems by himself, trying to work as hard as he could.
While he was standing up and walking, finishing his patting on Empy, he would simply mumble towards Alexander with a serious look, his tired appearance vanishing for a moment as his back became more visible for a second due to the sweat making it easier to make out forms.
A hundred, maybe thousands of scars visible as he would nod towards him.
"Thank you for the drink friend, give me a moment." As he would follow it up with a sentence that he hasn't said before. "May the blackened sun shine upon your future."
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Post by Alexander Hope on May 19, 2020 23:25:29 GMT -6
Propping his folded fingers against his abdominal area, Alexander made sure to keep quiet throughout Sam's woes. Albeit, the paper wasn't much anticipated. Disconnecting his extremities, Lex oscillated his right palm to grasp at the associate's parchment. Nigh tenderly procuring it from Sam's clutches, it began. Betwixt index and middle fingers, the slip of info remained unread until this ventilation session concluded. Alexander refrained from extensive eye contact. Among pauses within Sam's words, a nod would be the only immediate response. Trickles of information intruded upon Alexander's daily thoughts; they swirled and broiled within a stew of other, muddled bogs of duties. This Black Lotus business was far more... "extreme" than one would first expect. One supplier, whom of which is controlling a majority stake in their individual market. Did they deal in their necessities? Another nod. A bit of a depressive dramatic, Sam was. Perhaps this was a temporary, emotional fit. Perhaps, in fact, that was a bit of a crass line of thought. Alexander just barely prodded at his own mental process, trailing Sam's comments by the moment. Categorizing these bits and pieces as "imperative" and "other" wasn't particularly pressing, however. What was demanding attention, however, was how these Black Lotus goons apparently controlled all of the North City region! There should've been very little organized, criminal activity up there! Sam's individual ambition did nothing for either party, as well. Resisting the bare urge to groan, Alexander's session with Sam persisted. Ki. Something of a contention with the associate, apparently. River had been often left on and on about the very same subject. In Alexander's case, this "Ki" topic had been nothing but a boon. Feasibly, it would be due to the presentation and utilization of Ki that warped their perceptions of this mystical super power. Nonetheless, one thing at a time. After all, Sam was still hardly more than a ragged munchkin; at the moment, at least. Nevertheless, the absolute state of the House's most recent associate was almost perturbing. It was unlike him. Struggling with shouldering a plethora of soldiers' worth of work wasn't something Alexander pinned him with, either. Sam had the Hope House's entire arsenal for an entire, damnable, multi-layered reason. They signed a fucking contract about this! What a strange pseudo-misinterpretation of a heel-face turn. Failing to further amuse that thought, however, a glance towards Sam brought a pang of concern. Those weren't Sam's eyes. God, what's done that to him? It was as if Tabelle had taken over his mind! To top it all off, Sam well and truly seemed to wonder if he was insane. Alexander, frankly, had no words for it. He was no psychiatrist, psychologist, nor cranial surgeon. The tears flowing from the associate's eyes further cemented the lack of a potentially suitable rejoinder. What a cruel conglomeration of poor, twisted jokes. Drawing out an elongated inhale, followed by a mirroring exhale, Alexander witnessed Sam's loony swipes. At first, Lex was still, atop the upholstery without a word. Unfortunately, there was a familiarity to this. Whilst a unique plague remaining solely with Sam, it was a disease rattling the mind. Not in the typical sense, mind you, albeit it was just as potentially prevalent as one. Guiding his palms towards his waist, pressing and shoving off the couch, there was one thing Sam foolishly ignored. Voices of dead, misfortunate children or not, it would only ruin himself. Ensuring a stable posture, Alexander soon shifted his gaze to meet the visage of his associate. A hand ascended, intruding a finger upon his shirt collar. The weary "guise" faded. A thanks, and a foreboding phrase. Adjusting his distribution of weight upon his feet, Alexander inhaled. Then, a breathy response. "I didn't expect you to try all that without a few calls. We signed that contract knowing the deal, Sam. Have you forgotten that already?"A glance at Sam's back wasn't necessary. "Cash in a few favors next time. Call in a chopper, ring up a few family members, order a shipment of drugs, doesn't matter. We dodge the cops, you keep clear of killing yourself."A tug at his collar.
"Ahrm, on that note... the Hope House is here for you. Be as flimsy as you want, it won't stop any of us from propping you back up."A pause.
"Now, I'm gonna call up River. Get another drink -- maybe a thermos out of the fridge -- and get ready to head to North City. You'll be taking a nice, long nap on the way there. Be sure to get comfor'ble."
Words? What're those?  Sorry about the wait, Sam Aeil . Had some weird going on.
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