SCP

[Farewell]

"I think that may be beyond what you need to know, we can't spit information out to people who just ask..." He said in a serious tone closing the files.
"Like Curiosity killing the cat~" Zaida said calmly, her tail swaying back and forth oddly besides going side to side it went up and down.

[HollowOfHaze]

"Oh come on," said Galen, with a flick of his hand to his ID card. "Level 2 clearance. Gimme that."
He took the manilla folder from the guard's hands, leafing through the pages. "Oh great. Another mind controller."

[Farewell]

"Somewhat not quite though~" SCP-6111 said.
The guard shushes her angrily before looking back at the file her read.

[HollowOfHaze]

"So are we gonna get access to some SCP-148 plated restraints or something of the sort? I'm not a head researcher, but I', sure we'd all like it if we didn't wake up to a psychotic nightmare."
Galen eyed SCP-6111 with a look of worry.

[Farewell]

"She's locked up well, dark, cold temperatures, metal cell, door's automatics, following on our orders... But I'll be sure to tell the leader.
"formidable, locked up some more, just what I wanted~ you Furries and humans worry far too much. I harmed long ago, I've changed, haven't I?~" she said. "It awful being locked up, I'm sure you all wouldn't be pleased~" she said with her same serious expression under her hood, only eyes glowed and her snout peaked out a bit but the rest was covered in a shadow.

[HollowOfHaze]

"Yeah, probably best that the Site Director makes a request to the O-5 council. Well, I'm off to... somewhere I guess," said Galen, handing the guard back his heavily redacted folder.
"Maybe the range? I dunno really. Best of luck man."
He walked down the familiar halls of his childhood, following the familiar sounds of firearm discharge.
It has been years since he'd first been "accepted" into the Foundation. The Site was now his home. There were not exactly a lot of people his age, but hey, the almost limitless knowledge and wonder provided by this center of world-breaking discord more than made up for it. Usually.

[Farewell]

'Oh aren't you special~ telling them to lock me up...' She says telepathically as she was down the hall
The guards walked down the hall holding Zaida's arm firmly and walking her to her cell.
Zaida unsatisfied had her ears low until tossed back into her cell.
A Guard spoke. "Soon we'll be taking some small normal tests, then studying, just a reminder"
Zaida sat on her bed and pulled the hood down her glowing eyes brightening the dark room a bit, she sighed. "This is getting far too old..." She softly said beginning to play her violin and hum making it echo through the faculty.

[HollowOfHaze]

The range was an absolute cacaphony of gunfire today. It wasn't just the local MTF unit either. There were actually several researchers, although from the looks of it some of them wouldn't know a Browning from a Saiga. It seemed almost like the others were amused by how poorly some of the researchers handled the weapons.
"What happened here?", he asked the rangemasters.
"Some lab staff got the amazing idea to all head down here and see who was the best shot. As you can see..." said one rangemaster, pointing to a researcher with a .50 cal rifle, "I don't think their years of research involved any common sense around firearms."
"Yeah, that's what I'm seeing", responded Galen.
The researcher with the .50 cal fired, sending a bullet downrange at a distant target, while also knocking the shooter off his chair and onto the ground.
One of the MTF soldiers snorted from behind his scope, barely holding in a laugh.
The rangemaster spoke up, saying "Okay that is enough of this disaster. We're having a short course on not getting your ass kicked by your weapon. Hey, 3437, if you wanna start, go ahead. I'm sure you've already got this down by now."
He picked up a black SCAR-H from the rack beside him and began his instruction.

[Farewell]

Zaida sat In her cold and dark cell she enjoyed the cold, feeling soft when blown threw her fur, it relaxed her, along with the dark, it gave her privacy and felt good to be hidden. She dragged a paw through her messy Mohawk and sighed. "Testing, I hate it, so vulgar~" she spoke quietly her eyes darting around her dark room as she heard noises from the shooting ranged and huffed, her ears laying down from muffled gunshots. "rude..." She said lightly

[Farewell]

((Too tired, Nighty night)) Zaida had deeply thought to herself before undressing into her undergarments since clothing wasn't very comfortable things to wear while resting. She folded them and sat it on the far right of her room near the wall before Laying back down on her bed and her eyes fluttered before she closed them and she drifted off in a sweet dream I the room she felt the most safe in.

[Alistair]

Item #: SCP- 7296




Object Class: Safe/Euclid




Special Containment Procedures: SCP- 7296 lies within a cell that is covered in ice, only with a wall of light that he simply cannot pass as the wall of light exceeds thirty-two degrees. Only sleeping on the provided ice block or ice-stricken blanket. Being fed nearly five times a day and in copious amounts. Provided with enrichment such as toys and pine trees to keep him calm.




Description: Alistair, or better known as Subzero; the ancient saber comes from unknown origins. Pink fur raising questions as he seems to be the only one the entire containment center has ever seen, or possibly ever will see. Possessing powers of mind control makes him a difficult one to work with, the key to not falling under his control is to not look at him directly in the eyes. His entire being weighing half a ton, with thick muscles bulging around his frame as he moves about in his cell. SCP- 7296 was only Euclid when captured. Never cleared for being safe due to his behavior, just as you think you earned his trust, he would quickly turn on you; Seemingly turning keter, but only for a moment. Speaking only one known dialect, which seems to be long forgotten, baffles scientists and often leads them on wild hunts to figure out just exactly what he is saying. As the days go on he becomes a more and more interesting subject, exhibiting behavior never seen in any other living creature before. Perhaps his intelligence is beyond the modern world despite having an undetermined age?...

[HollowOfHaze]

(I will probably be going for the night as well. And yes, California time is quite convenient, at least for the three of us.)
Galen was considerably tired after his time at the range tonight. Perhaps, if the guards were lenient, he might make his way into the controlled open-air containment field for some flight. It had been some time since his last fullform shift, and he had a good feeling that there would be a good amount of stumbling around on all fours before he got his bearings. He flashed his ID card at the staff near the doors to the open containment field, then exited after he was given clearance and took a look around at the night and the open plains before him, several square miles of Foundation-secured open land, at least last time he'd checked. He gave a slight smile at the sight of a clear sky, glistening with the fire of a thousand stars and making the grass below look like a black shining sea. He rose his arm to look at his human hand, before conjuring a small ribbon of blue flame from his medallion which caressed his fingers slowly before spiraling down across his chest, face, back, and legs. Falling to a quadrupedal stance, he took a few steps to re-familiarize himself with his fullform, before striding into the night and trying his skill at flying once more. The night, illuminated by his predatory eyes, gave him the feeling of freedom in an open expanse. It was not complete freedom, as he remembered his designation, but it was close enough for the being designated SCP-3437-1. The air was cold and crisp, and the feeling of flight would never get old.

[Angder]

((Good morning))

The wolf snarled, behind the gaurd, it could see a security camera, a recording device, it took one last step forward, so it was almost to the side of the guard, drawn to the camera.

[Tim Siguire]

SCP-4511 had chosen a guard in particular to play with. He turned into a puddle under the guard, making him think he stepped in urine or a fluid of some sort. The guard gave an unhappy growl and comment, but upon looking down, nothing was noticeable except the concrete in front of the gate. A buzzing sound started whizzing past the guard's ear, making him think there were bugs.
All of a sudden, he heard laughing in his head. =Hah, ha, ha, ha, ha! Ehehehe...= The laughing made him look around, then another guard wearing special equipment, grabbed 4511. Then he spoke to both of them. =Awwh, PFTTP! Booooo, you guys are no fun.=
"Clam it, sponge cake." =Awinee neh nuh.. clam it sponge cake.. nyeh.= He childishly mocked as he was put into his holding cell.
SCP-4511 stood up and leaned against the glass wall. He wasn't very tall, just leveled to an average of every SCP Worker's height.
So some could say he's at least 5' 5"
He changed his pupils to black so he couldn't be seen looking. He is just minding himself all the time. But he just wanted company.
And ironically, either someone he liked / trusted or a special equipment guard would give him the most happiness.

[Farewell]

Zaida made groans and whispers echo through the facility. She laid on her bed, the room it was so dark and cold, she loved it, although being locked alone didn't make her happy. SCP-6111 had her echoing voice be heard. "Oh, I'm so alone~ why do you lock us up? We are so alone~" she complained. "si seul~"