Skittletopia
24-04-2005, 17:00
"OOC: This half finished piece of shit will be continued when I can be bothered"
TWO PILLAR RESEARCH FACILITY
A SECRET, HEAVILLY ARMED COMMERCIAL SECTOR FACILITY,
PRIVATELY OWNED SMALL ISLAND IN THE AVOIDED ISLANDS REGION
SOLD BY THE SKITTLETOPIAN GOVERNMENT A DECADE AGO
Okay Gentlemen, today we will be testing pain tolerance for blessed weapons on Midian Subject 17822: A vampire, a bit of an old boy this one, we got him in the nineteen fourties, a blast from the past, one might say.
*med students laugh politely*
"Now subject is under full restraint, using both metaphysical and physical restraints and devices, the more astute of you may notice the tetragrammaton is anagramized both forward and backward on this subject's sealing sigil, double trouble, *more polite laughter* So noting the level of protection, you should know what a violent bastard this one is. So be pretty bloody careful in here."
The Doctor takes a sharp left, two black-uniformed troops wearing berets bearing a pyramid with an eye within a pyramid brace to attention and salute, clacking the butts of their automatic rifles with a simultaneous smart motion as the doctor walks past, he waves them off as if almost offended by the immapropriate pomp of the place and they return to an at-ease position.
"Sergei!" the doctor shouts with faux friendliness, holding his arms out comically in an air-hug. "How are you today, you old bastard"
The vampire, still looking physically about twenty, turns his head to the left, about the only motion he can muster with every joint bound to an operating table, and a large sigil painted under the floor keeping him in a constant state of paralysis and nausea, He part coughs, part vomits a thick stream of rotten bile mixed with blood on the doctor's shoes, the doctor looks at him with disgust and twists one of nine blessed silver spikes stuck into his chest, with a sickening crack of a rib inviting a sickening barely-human sounding scream from the vampire.
"HELLO!" bellows the doctor, right into his ear... "I ASKED HOW-YOU-ARE-FEELING you fucking relic"
Sergei catches his breath after more thick blueblack fluid drips from his mouth onto the ground and in english thickly russian-accented says: "Pretty good, Doc, but I shan't be tipping the bloody room service"
Doc: "Quite...
We inhereted Subject 17822 here after world war two, during which, he, a russian spy, was captured by the nazis. The idiot tried to take his cyanide capsule and found it completely worthless on his vampiric form, for what reason?"
An eager young student in a white coat raised his hand first, stretching high and holding his pen aloft.
"Yes, Johnny."
Johnny: "Because vampire's bodies don't absorb anything other than blood, sir."
the Doctor slapped Sergei across the face and bellowed "Hear that, Idiot!?"
He turned to face the gaggle of students, "Very Good, Johnny, in fact we still have the capsule, extracted from his stomach intact, in a vaccum sealed bag here,"
Sergei caught sight of his old uniform out the corner of his eye, being exhibited by the doctor along with his capsule.the bags were placed beside him and he was unable to move his gaze from this symbol of his former glory. In fact, this may have been the final push he needed to do what came next:-
You see, a month previously, the facility, which had been testing methods of strengthening him and then restraining him using dark rituals, components extracted from various autopsies of blasphemous creatures as well as the technological advances that each new decade brought, had tested something that had been unearthed in antarctica before even Sergei's time. They had added genetic material from a Shoggoth to the already eclectic mix of blasphemous components keeping the mechanism of Sergei's undead body alive. the intended change was subtle so as the addition was deemed a failure, but Sergei had noticed that he was gradually gaining a disgusting new control over his insides, even dispite the restraints.
This had enabled him to manipulate needle points that he had been snapping off with his insides, down to his thigh, puncturing the dermis, to an electronic locking mechanism on his restraints, which he was currently in the process of shorting out.
As the doctor turned his back on the table to address his students, Sergei flipped a needle over inside his leg and hit the contacts he had formed on the pins of the lock. A restraint weakened. He burst off the table and jumped on the doctor, throwing a wiry arm around his neck and practically decapitating him with a choking maneuver. The students screamed in terror and rushed the doors, rebounding off them pathetically before hammering for the guards.
Sergei flopped to the ground and dragged himself in a partially liquid state outside the sigil on the floor and felt it's crippling effects gradually lifting, he raised himself onto his feet, and massacred the students, barely having to do more than hold his mouth open to gorge himself on the showers of blood.
The guards entered to find Sergei donning his old uniform and were massacred even quicker than the people who preceded them. Sauntering out the front door with a strut, he surveyed the area.
A beach, a jetty and no visible land.
"Shit."
TWO PILLAR RESEARCH FACILITY
A SECRET, HEAVILLY ARMED COMMERCIAL SECTOR FACILITY,
PRIVATELY OWNED SMALL ISLAND IN THE AVOIDED ISLANDS REGION
SOLD BY THE SKITTLETOPIAN GOVERNMENT A DECADE AGO
Okay Gentlemen, today we will be testing pain tolerance for blessed weapons on Midian Subject 17822: A vampire, a bit of an old boy this one, we got him in the nineteen fourties, a blast from the past, one might say.
*med students laugh politely*
"Now subject is under full restraint, using both metaphysical and physical restraints and devices, the more astute of you may notice the tetragrammaton is anagramized both forward and backward on this subject's sealing sigil, double trouble, *more polite laughter* So noting the level of protection, you should know what a violent bastard this one is. So be pretty bloody careful in here."
The Doctor takes a sharp left, two black-uniformed troops wearing berets bearing a pyramid with an eye within a pyramid brace to attention and salute, clacking the butts of their automatic rifles with a simultaneous smart motion as the doctor walks past, he waves them off as if almost offended by the immapropriate pomp of the place and they return to an at-ease position.
"Sergei!" the doctor shouts with faux friendliness, holding his arms out comically in an air-hug. "How are you today, you old bastard"
The vampire, still looking physically about twenty, turns his head to the left, about the only motion he can muster with every joint bound to an operating table, and a large sigil painted under the floor keeping him in a constant state of paralysis and nausea, He part coughs, part vomits a thick stream of rotten bile mixed with blood on the doctor's shoes, the doctor looks at him with disgust and twists one of nine blessed silver spikes stuck into his chest, with a sickening crack of a rib inviting a sickening barely-human sounding scream from the vampire.
"HELLO!" bellows the doctor, right into his ear... "I ASKED HOW-YOU-ARE-FEELING you fucking relic"
Sergei catches his breath after more thick blueblack fluid drips from his mouth onto the ground and in english thickly russian-accented says: "Pretty good, Doc, but I shan't be tipping the bloody room service"
Doc: "Quite...
We inhereted Subject 17822 here after world war two, during which, he, a russian spy, was captured by the nazis. The idiot tried to take his cyanide capsule and found it completely worthless on his vampiric form, for what reason?"
An eager young student in a white coat raised his hand first, stretching high and holding his pen aloft.
"Yes, Johnny."
Johnny: "Because vampire's bodies don't absorb anything other than blood, sir."
the Doctor slapped Sergei across the face and bellowed "Hear that, Idiot!?"
He turned to face the gaggle of students, "Very Good, Johnny, in fact we still have the capsule, extracted from his stomach intact, in a vaccum sealed bag here,"
Sergei caught sight of his old uniform out the corner of his eye, being exhibited by the doctor along with his capsule.the bags were placed beside him and he was unable to move his gaze from this symbol of his former glory. In fact, this may have been the final push he needed to do what came next:-
You see, a month previously, the facility, which had been testing methods of strengthening him and then restraining him using dark rituals, components extracted from various autopsies of blasphemous creatures as well as the technological advances that each new decade brought, had tested something that had been unearthed in antarctica before even Sergei's time. They had added genetic material from a Shoggoth to the already eclectic mix of blasphemous components keeping the mechanism of Sergei's undead body alive. the intended change was subtle so as the addition was deemed a failure, but Sergei had noticed that he was gradually gaining a disgusting new control over his insides, even dispite the restraints.
This had enabled him to manipulate needle points that he had been snapping off with his insides, down to his thigh, puncturing the dermis, to an electronic locking mechanism on his restraints, which he was currently in the process of shorting out.
As the doctor turned his back on the table to address his students, Sergei flipped a needle over inside his leg and hit the contacts he had formed on the pins of the lock. A restraint weakened. He burst off the table and jumped on the doctor, throwing a wiry arm around his neck and practically decapitating him with a choking maneuver. The students screamed in terror and rushed the doors, rebounding off them pathetically before hammering for the guards.
Sergei flopped to the ground and dragged himself in a partially liquid state outside the sigil on the floor and felt it's crippling effects gradually lifting, he raised himself onto his feet, and massacred the students, barely having to do more than hold his mouth open to gorge himself on the showers of blood.
The guards entered to find Sergei donning his old uniform and were massacred even quicker than the people who preceded them. Sauntering out the front door with a strut, he surveyed the area.
A beach, a jetty and no visible land.
"Shit."