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l̶̵̨̗͖̗̲̞̤̃ͨ̃̐͞ő̸͈͕̺̤̲̯͈͂ͣ̊͗͌͐̚͞g̢̪̺̦̞̟̦̰̰̗̗̺͋̽̒̽͂͗̀͝͠į̷͖̜̮̠͕̠̭̜̞̺̮ͫ͗̀ͮ́̕n̛̫̖̰̻̘̠̎̿ͥ̈ͥ͘͢ ̌̊ͤ̾̊̅͋́͆̚͏̴͖̳͈̪̥͟͡ā̷̸͓͉̖̰̞͓̺̖̹͍͙̌ͪ̽͐̉̋ͤ̓ͬ͊̐͆̾̚͢d̵̴̸͕̖̞͔̪̑̋̿ͦͫ͊͂̂̋m̵̟̼͓̱̗͚̤̠͐ͯ̈̍͐ͨ͊̍ͤͮͣ̎̀̚ĭͣ̒́͑̃ͣ̽̚͏̸̧̮̹̦͇̪̙̳͓͇̪̘͈͘͜n͛̍̆͋ͧ̄̀̑̑̀̊̈́͂̓̚̚̕͏̧̪͖̙̰̤͚͈͈̬̬ ̛̺̠̪̞̰͍̩̱͓ͮ͌̄́͠͞rͨ͂̑ͧ͐͐ͨ̇͂̓͋̈͗̏̈҉͏̵̕͏̦̝̬͇̬ū̑͗̅̐͑̏ͪ̅̇͛̑̾̂̓̚͏̪͓̟̩̯͓̣̯̻̠͚̬̖͢͝ͅͅã̸̯̘͔̭͚̰̮̝̺̠̖̺̙̲̓ͮ̊ͨ͌͒̄̔̓̇ͨͦ̋͑̃͡͠͡n̢̜̺͚̹̘̺͂̆ͫ̈͋̈͡͡͞a͙͚̟̙̟͓͎̮̮̝̤͈̼̭ͮͬͭ͒ͤ̏ͧͦ̄͛̿ͪ͋͌ͮ̓͆̍̃͝
̢̨͕̥͇͚͖̺̪̺̱̉ͥ̑̊p͔̲̮̲͓͑̑͋͂̐̕̕͡ä̡́ͤ̔ͭ͗ͤ̈́̓̓́ͥ̐͐̅͏͠҉̩͎̪͕̟͍̬͈s̴̩̫͖̗͐ͭ̽̑̔͂ͩ̆ͥ͐ͧ̄̋͑ͮ̀̚s̎̌̾ͤ͆̃ͤ̐ͣ̓̓̒ͪ͂ͥ҉҉̡̻͔̞̗͖̠̮͜͡ͅͅw̵̷̤̯̩̟̭̰͓̘̮ͬͦͭ̾͑̃̐̆̎̿ͬͧ͑ͩ͞ͅo̺͈̰̺̗͈̣͗ͪ͒ͮ̑ͮ͆͌̅ͭ̋̃͗ͨ͡r̡̆͌̀ͪ͗͏̢̤̦̙̙̼̩͓̮̫̲͕̤̠͘d̡̫̥̺̩̝͍̥͑͂͛ͮ̋ͥͮ̈̕͟ ̧͎͓͍͖̤̥̤̟̖̻̠͓͒̒̊̎̉̇̃ͬ̄̔ͦ̉͂ͯ̋͑ͬͬͧ́͢͢*ͧ̀͊̀ͩͦͣ̔̽̎̓̒̐͊҉̥̮̳͉̙̪̝͙͘͢͡ͅ*̷̶͕̗͇͉̺̬͉͕̻͍̪̘͇̘̿͑ͥ̋̊̔̀ͧ̃͛ͨ̿͛̒̾̂̓ͬ͟ͅ*̶͚̰̩̗͖͙̠̱͇͖̣͓̱̰͕̪̠ͣ̅̈́̓̍̎͋̿̌́̚*̴̨̛͓͍̝͖̙̀̓̃͋̀͛͢*͒̇̋̃̑ͥ̈́̓͗͡͏͏͇̣̣̳̭̞̩̗̜͖͇̮̱͔*̧̛̻̝̟̼̠͌̂̑̔ͦ͋̂́̒ͨͮ͗͊͆̃ͭ̋͝*̷̞̼̞̘̯͎͉̟͚̮̯͎̜̫̯̦̅̉͋ͭ̆̀̉̎̔̈͗̌̉̌͒̍ͭ̓ͪ̀͜*̢ͣ̑̐͊̿͌͑́̅̓͏̶̤̙̖̠̜̙̪̫͇̦͖͞ͅ*̋ͫ̑ͫ̃ͭͯ͆ͧͨ̒̆͑҉̩̗͖̦̝̝̹͍̤̞͟͞͝*̷̱̭̣̲̈̔̓̑̏̄ͩ͊̇͐ͤ͛͊̓͑͡*̷̵̸̰̗͕̜̮̹̱͚͙̰͈́̍ͫ̅̈̅*̶̶̵̱̙̠̞͙̻̐̎̇ͮͫ̀͞*̷̡͓͎̫̫̳͗ͪ͌͆ͯ*̷̭̼̻̝͎̥̬̥̜̏ͯͥ͊͌͂͂ͦ͠ͅ
́̍ͥ̄̂̐͋̇̊̊̚҉̛͍̻̳͈̲̘̯̩̰̻͓͙̱̞̜a͉̘̣̝͚̗̓ͪ͋ͧ͒̐̿͂́͂͑̂ͦ̋͊̅ͧ̐̓̕͝͞c̶͌ͫ̀ͦ̌́ͬ͑̆̔̽̃͐̓͜͏̶̲̻͓̞͈͘c̖̙̮͉̮͔ͮ͌̍̏̈̆̏̊͛̄ͬ͝͡͡e̴̵̞̥͕͎̪̮̓ͭ̍ͣͥ̃̂ͨ̓ͮ͋͌ͩ̏͘ͅs̝͓̘̝̲̗͖̓ͭͮ̊̐̆̄ͬ̀̚͝s̡̖̩̟̘̠̗̠̱͙̼̩͕̠̜̺̭ͧ̏̔̌̄͊ͬ̉͛ͪͪ͒ͨ ̡̡̹̲̼̜̼̟͖̪̳̘̲̿ͧͤ̽͆̾͌ͬ̉̍ͨ̽́͟͡s̡̫͕͚̯̠̩̜͉ͮͤ̇̽͊̊̏ͫ́̚͡ȓ͎̩̥͎̘̥͔͚̩͛ͣ̒͆͆͋́̿̔̋̓̅ͪ̒͟͞ì̶̳͔͖̺̺̻̳̟̲̗̓͗̄̿̈̌͋ͦ̌̈́͑ͥͦ̊͌̐̉͠p͈͇̣̰̜̈ͦͧͭ̊̓͂̂̓͋͗ͤ̆̕͟͢e̸̴͓̫͎͎͎̮̫̜͙͓ͮ͑ͩͭͩ̇̓̽̈͋ͨ͑̏v̢̛͇̯̼̮̗̦̥̰͉̻̻͔͚̯͉̳͓̠͈̓̐̐̏̍͌ͪi̢̧͇̮͓̬̺̺̝ͤ̌̋ͫ̄͆
P̼͕̮̼̻̯̻̝̣̥̗̬̼ͤ̾ͪ́ͣ̽̉ͣ̃̊̋̓́́ͅl̷̏̋ͪ͛̐͏̛̱͓̞̞͚͈̼̮̜̪̗̘̰̳͖͝͡ë̿ͣͥͤͥ̎ͦ́͋̾̿̐ͫ̐̽̽͌̓҉̪͇͚̳̮͉͍͚̙̝̻͙͉͕͜a̷̼͍̺͙̩͉̰̹͇͔̥ͭ̊̏ͧ̌̇̏̂̉ͣ͋͂ͅs̷̳̱̦̞̤̼̳͌͛͗̑̽ͨ͐͗͐́e̔͑̓ͣͭͮͩ͊͗͐͒̋̑͑̓ͥ҉̶̧̤͇̹̣̰̗́̕ͅ ͯ̌̄ͩ̉ͯ̅̐ͣͬ̎͗͗҉͏̪͎͍̥̼̤̺̳̣̥͘͟͞b̛ͩͧ̌ͥ̽̑͛́͝͏͉̟̖̲̬̣̙͇͔̰̻̺̖̘̗͈̩̺̕ę̵̶͓͙̻͎̭̜͙̘̗̣̩̖̘̼͗ͬͩ̓̏͆̚͢͠ ̿̓ͣ̀̎͊ͩ̔ͦ͆ͩ͑ͥͣ̔͞҉̵̪̝̻̙̻̥̺͔͔̙̟̬͜ͅp̡̩͎͙̹̗͈̩̻̪͋ͣ̍ͮ͜͠ạ̡̪̠̹̪͉͙̳͇̻̹̠̞͓̖̼̰͔̜ͯ̌̎̃̽̈́ͣ̃̓̇̀͛ͦ͑t̶̪͔̙͚̺͚͇ͬ͒͌̿̍̃̿̏ͯͮ̐ͥ̑͒̌ͮͣ̚ͅi̸̝̤̘̞͖͓͎̪̩̰̪̬̮͍̟̞̽̉̋ͦͥ͊̊͋̑͒ͮ̐̅̓̋͝ę̷̜̹̙̥͎̝͚̪̱͓̻̱͊ͩ͂̏̿ͨ̍͌͋̎̚͞͡͞ͅn̨͓̩̣̠̮̞̜͕͖ͪ̋ͥͬͫ̃̽̓͆̀t̴͍͉͚̖̹̥͙̤̣̹̭̬̻̮̺͓̰ͪ̄̀̇ͣ͊ͫ̆ͤͤ̈́ͩͦ̈́̎̿̀͢͜͡ͅ.̸ͨ̄̂͑̊̓̋ͫ̏ͭ͑̾͏̭͍̼͇̗̥͖͍͡
evi002.mp3
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̢̨͕̥͇͚͖̺̪̺̱̉ͥ̑̊p͔̲̮̲͓͑̑͋͂̐̕̕͡ä̡́ͤ̔ͭ͗ͤ̈́̓̓́ͥ̐͐̅͏͠҉̩͎̪͕̟͍̬͈s̴̩̫͖̗͐ͭ̽̑̔͂ͩ̆ͥ͐ͧ̄̋͑ͮ̀̚s̎̌̾ͤ͆̃ͤ̐ͣ̓̓̒ͪ͂ͥ҉҉̡̻͔̞̗͖̠̮͜͡ͅͅw̵̷̤̯̩̟̭̰͓̘̮ͬͦͭ̾͑̃̐̆̎̿ͬͧ͑ͩ͞ͅo̺͈̰̺̗͈̣͗ͪ͒ͮ̑ͮ͆͌̅ͭ̋̃͗ͨ͡r̡̆͌̀ͪ͗͏̢̤̦̙̙̼̩͓̮̫̲͕̤̠͘d̡̫̥̺̩̝͍̥͑͂͛ͮ̋ͥͮ̈̕͟ ̧͎͓͍͖̤̥̤̟̖̻̠͓͒̒̊̎̉̇̃ͬ̄̔ͦ̉͂ͯ̋͑ͬͬͧ́͢͢*ͧ̀͊̀ͩͦͣ̔̽̎̓̒̐͊҉̥̮̳͉̙̪̝͙͘͢͡ͅ*̷̶͕̗͇͉̺̬͉͕̻͍̪̘͇̘̿͑ͥ̋̊̔̀ͧ̃͛ͨ̿͛̒̾̂̓ͬ͟ͅ*̶͚̰̩̗͖͙̠̱͇͖̣͓̱̰͕̪̠ͣ̅̈́̓̍̎͋̿̌́̚*̴̨̛͓͍̝͖̙̀̓̃͋̀͛͢*͒̇̋̃̑ͥ̈́̓͗͡͏͏͇̣̣̳̭̞̩̗̜͖͇̮̱͔*̧̛̻̝̟̼̠͌̂̑̔ͦ͋̂́̒ͨͮ͗͊͆̃ͭ̋͝*̷̞̼̞̘̯͎͉̟͚̮̯͎̜̫̯̦̅̉͋ͭ̆̀̉̎̔̈͗̌̉̌͒̍ͭ̓ͪ̀͜*̢ͣ̑̐͊̿͌͑́̅̓͏̶̤̙̖̠̜̙̪̫͇̦͖͞ͅ*̋ͫ̑ͫ̃ͭͯ͆ͧͨ̒̆͑҉̩̗͖̦̝̝̹͍̤̞͟͞͝*̷̱̭̣̲̈̔̓̑̏̄ͩ͊̇͐ͤ͛͊̓͑͡*̷̵̸̰̗͕̜̮̹̱͚͙̰͈́̍ͫ̅̈̅*̶̶̵̱̙̠̞͙̻̐̎̇ͮͫ̀͞*̷̡͓͎̫̫̳͗ͪ͌͆ͯ*̷̭̼̻̝͎̥̬̥̜̏ͯͥ͊͌͂͂ͦ͠ͅ
́̍ͥ̄̂̐͋̇̊̊̚҉̛͍̻̳͈̲̘̯̩̰̻͓͙̱̞̜a͉̘̣̝͚̗̓ͪ͋ͧ͒̐̿͂́͂͑̂ͦ̋͊̅ͧ̐̓̕͝͞c̶͌ͫ̀ͦ̌́ͬ͑̆̔̽̃͐̓͜͏̶̲̻͓̞͈͘c̖̙̮͉̮͔ͮ͌̍̏̈̆̏̊͛̄ͬ͝͡͡e̴̵̞̥͕͎̪̮̓ͭ̍ͣͥ̃̂ͨ̓ͮ͋͌ͩ̏͘ͅs̝͓̘̝̲̗͖̓ͭͮ̊̐̆̄ͬ̀̚͝s̡̖̩̟̘̠̗̠̱͙̼̩͕̠̜̺̭ͧ̏̔̌̄͊ͬ̉͛ͪͪ͒ͨ ̡̡̹̲̼̜̼̟͖̪̳̘̲̿ͧͤ̽͆̾͌ͬ̉̍ͨ̽́͟͡s̡̫͕͚̯̠̩̜͉ͮͤ̇̽͊̊̏ͫ́̚͡ȓ͎̩̥͎̘̥͔͚̩͛ͣ̒͆͆͋́̿̔̋̓̅ͪ̒͟͞ì̶̳͔͖̺̺̻̳̟̲̗̓͗̄̿̈̌͋ͦ̌̈́͑ͥͦ̊͌̐̉͠p͈͇̣̰̜̈ͦͧͭ̊̓͂̂̓͋͗ͤ̆̕͟͢e̸̴͓̫͎͎͎̮̫̜͙͓ͮ͑ͩͭͩ̇̓̽̈͋ͨ͑̏v̢̛͇̯̼̮̗̦̥̰͉̻̻͔͚̯͉̳͓̠͈̓̐̐̏̍͌ͪi̢̧͇̮͓̬̺̺̝ͤ̌̋ͫ̄͆
P̼͕̮̼̻̯̻̝̣̥̗̬̼ͤ̾ͪ́ͣ̽̉ͣ̃̊̋̓́́ͅl̷̏̋ͪ͛̐͏̛̱͓̞̞͚͈̼̮̜̪̗̘̰̳͖͝͡ë̿ͣͥͤͥ̎ͦ́͋̾̿̐ͫ̐̽̽͌̓҉̪͇͚̳̮͉͍͚̙̝̻͙͉͕͜a̷̼͍̺͙̩͉̰̹͇͔̥ͭ̊̏ͧ̌̇̏̂̉ͣ͋͂ͅs̷̳̱̦̞̤̼̳͌͛͗̑̽ͨ͐͗͐́e̔͑̓ͣͭͮͩ͊͗͐͒̋̑͑̓ͥ҉̶̧̤͇̹̣̰̗́̕ͅ ͯ̌̄ͩ̉ͯ̅̐ͣͬ̎͗͗҉͏̪͎͍̥̼̤̺̳̣̥͘͟͞b̛ͩͧ̌ͥ̽̑͛́͝͏͉̟̖̲̬̣̙͇͔̰̻̺̖̘̗͈̩̺̕ę̵̶͓͙̻͎̭̜͙̘̗̣̩̖̘̼͗ͬͩ̓̏͆̚͢͠ ̿̓ͣ̀̎͊ͩ̔ͦ͆ͩ͑ͥͣ̔͞҉̵̪̝̻̙̻̥̺͔͔̙̟̬͜ͅp̡̩͎͙̹̗͈̩̻̪͋ͣ̍ͮ͜͠ạ̡̪̠̹̪͉͙̳͇̻̹̠̞͓̖̼̰͔̜ͯ̌̎̃̽̈́ͣ̃̓̇̀͛ͦ͑t̶̪͔̙͚̺͚͇ͬ͒͌̿̍̃̿̏ͯͮ̐ͥ̑͒̌ͮͣ̚ͅi̸̝̤̘̞͖͓͎̪̩̰̪̬̮͍̟̞̽̉̋ͦͥ͊̊͋̑͒ͮ̐̅̓̋͝ę̷̜̹̙̥͎̝͚̪̱͓̻̱͊ͩ͂̏̿ͨ̍͌͋̎̚͞͡͞ͅn̨͓̩̣̠̮̞̜͕͖ͪ̋ͥͬͫ̃̽̓͆̀t̴͍͉͚̖̹̥͙̤̣̹̭̬̻̮̺͓̰ͪ̄̀̇ͣ͊ͫ̆ͤͤ̈́ͩͦ̈́̎̿̀͢͜͡ͅ.̸ͨ̄̂͑̊̓̋ͫ̏ͭ͑̾͏̭͍̼͇̗̥͖͍͡
evi002.mp3
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he follows his brother's lead. orange was a good choice-- he had the same curiosity as his brother in regard to those fucking collars.
his senses are pricked for any sign of movement or sound at all. he might start at nothing, but... he's on edge, okay.]
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The view from the window must be a hologram of some sort, perhaps to keep the workers from feeling the claustrophobia of working underground?
He's equally as careful as they head for the first room that had been highlighted in orange on the map.]
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his eyes tilt to his brother. risk it? Abel will be beside him, either way.]
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Scanning! Identity unknown.
[The door is locked. If it was locked before, or if it only locked now, it's hard to say.]
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[the curse is whispered under his breath, before he's... turning and tense as fuck in the direction they'd come from. ...if their access was declined, this might not be good. but they had orange collars-- would that... mean shit right now? fuck, fuck.]
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Mind racing, he can only assume the other doors will do the same. The only possibility he can think of, is to go back to the map and try to unlock the doors remotely by hacking the system.
After all, Abel was the foremost technological security expert in the world. The UNASF had made sure of that.]
...Back to the map, hurry.
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[he had a feeling. ...you know, just a feeling, this was not going to end well.
there's no whisper of that curse, now-- but fortunately... or unfortunately? they have no special abilities to speak of.
...sad, squishy little human clones come down here all alone. yeah, they're the smartest.
he is turning on his heel and grabbing his brother's wrist tightly, making a run for it fast as he can for that orange door they had just abandoned. (can they make up their minds?) no fucking way-- he's gonna try to kick it in. they're not getting caught without having gotten in or behind ONE of these doors! they're so fucking close... SO close, he can taste it...]
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Ruana? Can you hear me?
[She had been able to control the network and the elevator, perhaps... perhaps she could help them.]
We need security clearance to enter the door ahead, can you help us? We can't help you if we're caught, so we need you to help us.
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The retrieval drones break into a run, at a speed no human could match.]
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he doesn't even hesitate, just kinda skidding into the door, and then dragging Cain in with him-- assuming they... can get that far before the red-collars make it to them.]
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Lock it! Lock them out!
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It slides shut, severing any body parts--such as arms--that may be in the way, and then locks.
The lights turn on in the room. It's an operating room--perfectly clean, but empty of any surgical tools.]
asjcnd we're switching it up this time, abel will tag after me! this is awesome btw, kudos 8)
[He jolts as his hand is abruptly ripped free of the grip he had on Abel's wrist and he is pulled back by arms stronger than he could fight.
He only gets to see a second more of his brother's face before the door was locking and shutting, effectively separating them.
...Shit. Shit shit shit.
Panic threatens to rise up and overwhelm him, choking at being taken from his brother, but he can't let it or he'll be overpowered. He's desperately trying to break free, though not making any aggressive moves, attempting to get past them for another door.]
RUANA! HELP!
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[he's slamming his fists into and against the door -- the contents of the room forgotten. sigh, you had to get the stupid twin on the inside where he can be suitably useless.
he is pounding, pounding-- before turning and eyes snapping over his surroundings with unhinged fury. this... was a very familiar setting, and it only sets fire to that violent edge all the more.
he's got to find a weapon. so now he's upending cabinets, drawers, anything he can find in search of-- anything. anything at all.]
You... are you still listening? [his voice is a hoarse snap.] You do everything you can to save him, or I swear on my life--
[god, he's half rabid. weapon hurry HURRY they're getting away they could be hurting him shut them down, you creepy fucking voyeur--]
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There's a horrible crunch as he's slammed against the wall, glasses shattering and falling to the floor as he sees the blur of Abel out of the corner of his eye.]
A...bel...
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[shit... shit; he's trying to pry the doors open, rage and adrenaline and a sick, horrible, horrible fear and revulsion -- a soul-deep wrenching in his chest as he watched his brother...
his-- brother, is...]
OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!
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last tag from me ;; over to you two!
But more than frightened, he is fucking furious. How dare this be it? He had worked so hard to advance them towards the future everyone said was impossible, and he had been so patient. For what..?
He doesn't realise it, but he lets out a wordless howl of disbelief and fury, throat raw as the cry got cut off with far too much abruptness. Everything goes very black very quickly, and with a final horrendous crack... his skull is concave and he's very dead from being smeared all over the walls.]
SCREAMING; 1/2
it's that second he knows Cain is dead without ever needing to having born witness to the terrible fate he fell victim to before his eyes.
d... ead?
Cain's... is he... alone?]
2/2
full of adrenaline and just about as rabid as a feral animal, he's throwing himself on the first drone that comes in his direction to try and tackle it into those behind it in the doorway. he's going to try to rip and twist and grab at whatever the fuck he can get at-- try to pry at, try to damage, destroy.
he'd totally deny to any witnesses (if he gave two shits at the moment) he was red-eyed and blue eyes burning with tears all the while.]
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