Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them

[Gabag]

Phil lightly smashed his head on the walls to the Cooler.

It wasn't the torture Needles had in mind. It was just the boredom eating away at his already unstable mind.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Yurian stuck his tongue out at Entaru before speaking again. "It shoots bullets and it has one barrel, its classified as a gun. If you want me to say anything more, I'll need to be standing up."

[Entaru]

"Only if you can convince me that it really is a gun."  Entaru waved his finger as if to a child.  "With your logic that would make a clarinet a gun.  It has one barrel and you can load bullets into it and fire using your own breath.  A gun requires gunpowder, chamber, and firing pin.  Your device only has the chamber."

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Yurian yawned, and started swinging side to side."Like I said before; now if you mind or not, I hadn't had any sleep since two days ago, good night sir...." he grunted a few times before he ended upright, and his arms and legs bent so he could go to sleep and let the blood flow away from his head.

[Entaru]

Entaru slapped Yurian to keep him awake.  "You don't get anything until you can tell me for sure that it is what you say it is.  My patience is limitless and I can have someone keep you awake for me should I need a nap."

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Yurian kept his eyes closed, and muttered a curse under his breath. "You really have no clue, do you.... fine, its a giant air-soft gun... I broke that guys armor with plastic pellets. You happy?"

[Entaru]

"Very funny.  You win...I'm done with the stupid act." Entaru tapped on the door and turned back to Yurian.  Suddenly the ropes tightened, slamming him into the bar.  The jolt nearly pulled one of Yurian's arms out of its socket.  If Yurian had been able to see the ropes, he would have known that they were not attached to the bar.  They were, instead, wrapped around it and left the room through holes in the wall.  Donning his glove with a smile he approached Yurian.  "I suppose I'll have to resort to more...entertaining methods of interrogation."

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Yurian felt the pain, but kept his eyes shut. "Wait, who are you again... are you the guy I killed two hours ago, or his father?" the 'aura' he gave off, had an impression that a hinge came loose in his mind, but not the kind that would cause a mental break-down.

[Entaru]

Entaru raised his eyebrows in bemusement.  My...you are an easy break.  At least this way I have access to your subconcious.  Entaru injected a small cocktail of truth serum into Yurian's neck.  It wasn't what he was hoping for, but it would have to do.  "No, I'm a friend.  I noticed you were carrying around some expensive hardware a bit ago.  Is it experimental?"

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Yurian cackled at the person he didn't see. "I'm hungry, got a steak anywhere, rare preferrably?" despite his demeanor and reactions, he was perfectly still on the pole, like a predator just biding his time.

[x]

Oh ho ho, well that sucks, doesn't it? Luna came back into Moon's head as the beeping came to a stop.

Oh, God...I'm not done yet so be quiet.

Moon then proceeded to step two of her procedure: open every cabinet, every drawer, every closet that was not locked. She had heard Entaru lock the main door before so didn't even bother. Even if she did correctly pick the lock on that one, she might end up opening it unto a guard, or God forbid, the fox himself. For now...she preffered not knowing. Soon, in one of the desk drawers left ajar, the girl came across a letter opener--- probably the most pathetic weapon ever, yet her eyes lit up nonetheless. She knew what she was going to do, all right, she had this down...Moon gripped the blade tightly and shut the drawer after her withdrawl. She walked over to the other side of the room, to the main door, and then stood to the right side of it. She leaned up against the wall and waited.

The young pomeranian was going to stab Entaru when he came back in. Stab him in his leg. Or his stomach. Or the eye. Whatever was closest to where she decided to hurl her weapon. Then, when he was preoccupied with being in pain, she was going to book it past him like a shun of a---

Wow, Moon. Such the brilliant little planner. Why don't you let me help with that? I'm certain there's a mirror in here somewhere.

Why don't you go back to the Hell you came from and die? Moon slowly started to slink down the wall, her bottom coming to a rest on the slick wood floor. It didn't hurt to rest. No, not at all, as she could just leap to her feet when she heard the jangling of the lock. The girl brought her knees up under her chin and rested her head on them. Her eyes closed.

.......Maybe it was because she hadn't slept in about three days, perhaps a little less, maybe it was the inevitable sugar crash, but whatever it may have been.......Moon fell asleep within five minutes. So silent and serene was she.

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"Leon, is it?" Maria stepped twoards the newcomer, the blinding lights of the Hummer giving her a sillouette against the gloom. She still kept her pistol rasied at him. "Could you tell me what you're doing way the hell out here, sir?"

[Entaru]

Well...that didn't work.  Entaru sighed, seeing that he wouldn't be getting anywhere with him in his current state.  Tapping on the door, he was let out.  He turned to the guard.  "Keep an eye on him...should he so much as breathe differently, I want you to give his head a nice clunk."  Entaru turned away and made his way back to the office. 

As he walked by he ordered a few soldiers to let Philip out of the 'cooler'.  It wasn't Philip's fault after all.  He just needed a bit of...reeducation.  He tacked on a new order to the soldiers, telling them to take him to the XAMOR scientists for repairs on his neural inhibitors.  What is the point of having a clone with anger management problems?  The neural inhibitors were meant to keep their aggression in check, but commonly broke under too much strain.  The technology was still in its infant stages so the scientists couldn't be blamed either.

Finally he made it back to his office.  He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door...

[x]

Cutting through her dreams crudely, Moon heard the sound of keys in the lock, raising to her ears through the murky depths of unconciousness, but she didn't wake, though her reason begged her to. She simply let out a little sigh and turned her head. Then it was back to dreamland.

((Why do I feel so sick lately everyone? My bedtimes keep being drastically reduced... :'( ))

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Through the halls of the compound, Soria walked around, in the uniform of an unfortunate Nazi that was the same size as her. She had stuffed her bag along with the body in the person's own locker and carried only her 98 inside the uniform, she didn't really trust these Nazis' guns. Soria inauspiciously inspected each cell. She stopped short of the next hall as she saw Entaru open up his office door.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Yurian heard what the Nazi said, and a twisted grin formed on his face. He gathered whatever phlegm he had left, and shot a loogie right at the guard in front of him. He waited for the guard to actually come by and throw a punch, which Yurian greeted with an open mouth. The fist barely fit in his jaw, but he didn't mind, he clamped down, letting his teeth dig into the hand and draw blood. "MMMMM, MMMGH!!" (Food, finally!!) he tried to yell while chewing the hand of the now panicing Nazi, who left his side-arm on the table since he figured he wouldn't need to shoot someone tied up. Another hinge came loose in Yurian's mind as he literally tried to eat the hand that was going to harm him.

In the halls, there were shouts in German coming from the now squeaky-voiced Nazi 'guard'.