Jacob looks around. "This scenery I don't know why but it all seems familiar somehow like I been here before, well except for that ship. Hey, Rhea don't try to do anything else that will draw unnecessary attention like in that tunnel," Jacob said.
" Hey, look I'm, not going to try anything like in that tunnel, okay. You are a beastman, Jacob, so this should be a familiar sight to you," Rhea said.
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An unintentional moment of silence reigned as he took in both what was said and what was written; there was a lot to unpack in what Jacob had shared, and Lucifer wasn't sure where to begin.
...
Well, that wasn't exactly true.
"Unless you want to risk getting reported to the Administratum," Lucifer said after the moment, "I wouldn't try seeking a psychiatrist in A-11- at least for a little while. Granted, there's a chance you can find one capable enough of helping you with what you need and want that's also discrete enough that you won't have to worry about being recaptured or worse, but I personally wouldn't bet my life or my freedom on that. You'd probably have better luck asking one of En's people if they have a psychiatrist on staff or if they know of a safe one. Their heart seems to be in a good enough place that they'd make the earnest attempt to help you, though I don't know if I'd trust them to actually get results."
Another pause, as he checked the oven and what currently cooked within it.
"There may very well be an alternative method to finding a psychiatrist for gaining access to your repressed memories. Granted, there's a lot more faith required- faith that En has what's required for you to be able to see your memories once they've been encoded and faith that I can even access and encode memories, much less memories that have been repressed for decades, from another person at all. It's not something I've ever tried before, and there's no telling how well or poorly things are going to go, given there's also Ruin Poisoning in the mix to complicate matters, but it's at least as much a possibility as anything else. But enough of things that can't be helped at the moment. What's the deal with, well, everything else? Speak to me of the cartel and the fighting ring they run, the supposed lie you've lived until now, and the spirit animal that shares your wife's name- though I suppose the last of these is perfectly capable of speaking on her own, in her unique way."
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Xia had grown up on the streets, but she was still very much a city girl. The woods had no real value to her outside of an abundance of hardened punching bags. This, however, was different than anything she had ever seen. The sheer growth of the plant-life and stillness of the air as they trekked through the overgrowth of trees was unnerving. Her eyes darted to and fro, from this side and back, paranoia taking hold of her. Anything could have been lurking in the darkness. Her free hand gripped the hilt of her sword, just in case.
Incredible. It was a thought that cycled repeatedly through her head despite her apprehension. This was what the people on the other side of the outer walls, tucked away inside the Centers, were missing. She wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not, but that there was an entire world outside of that bubble was... incredible.
After some time, a strange feeling came over her. Red said it was a dampening field on powers. She shrugged. She didn't feel too different; she didn't have much in the way of powers anyway. In fact, the opening they just stepped into would give her particular skillset a lot of room to work with. Her eyes cast upward to take in the entirety of what was laying before. "Wow," she murmured softly.
It was a big, metal...thing. She had never seen anything like it before. It was obviously some kind of weirdly-shaped building; one that hadn't been taken very good care of. "This is it? EN or whatever it's called?" If so, they were close to getting some answers and meeting the rest of these so-called researches driven to terrorism.
To say that entering the dampening field was unpleasant was perhaps the understatement of the hour; it took almost everything he had to avoid vomiting up the meal from the night before as the field seemed to deliver a gut punch to Lucifer's very soul.
~F*****g hell, a bit of warning beforehand would have been nice~
The thought was left unsaid only because his mouth and body were too busy dry heaving to speak.
"I'm... slightly more curious... as to how long... it's been here," Lucifer said in between deep breaths, wondering at the type of construction that could possibly remain as intact as this was where it was- and the implications thereof.
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"What are you waiting for....didn't bring you out here just to stand at the gate." Mercer waved them all towards the base, Saint included.
"We'll need to head upwards....there are some lifts over near the base" Mercer pointed. "Take a moment to look around if you like, grab something to eat....we farm all our food in the area. Pretty good too."Concealed behind her mask, her eyes started, wide as saucers. "Nifty little village."
She took a step forward, but something in the ground felt...off. Tapping her foot against the ground a few times to test the Squared Circle, Kinu found it less than giving because of the Dampening Field. Well, that's a little annoying.
"Guess we made it, then," she said, folding her arms across her puffed out chest with a curt nod. "Now, where's the brains of this operation? These folks marched all this way, the least you got give 'em is an answer."
"I reccomends the spuds..." Mulvric stated in his low, world weary voice. ".......dam....good to be home...."
He carefully uses Keen Eye to mentally photograph the entire thing.
“En—prize? Hmm.....Enterprise perhaps? How utterly fascinating.”
He looks at Ange and Mulvric.
“How long have you been living here?”"Not sure how long its been here.....but I've been living here since I was 10." Mercer laughed. "Mulvric is the oldest of us.....been here since En was founded, 47 years ago. He's the one to thank for keeping the place from falling apart......and En, well...." Mercer crossed his arms and smirked. "Well...you'll see....""I'm slightly more curious as to how long it's been here," Lucifer said, wondering at the type of construction that could possibly remain as intact as this was where it was- and the implications thereof.
"Close.....but not quite." Mulvric replied as he stepped up beside them. "You can't see it well from down here...but the upper area is flatter and wider, used for carrying smaller craft. I read the term is aircraft carrier." The old engineer frowned. "........didn't fare nearly as good as the ship......mainly used em for spare parts and scrap."
" You make a good point. Well, I get the feeling that a cartel running an underground fighting ring is somehow connecting to my past. I'm a beastman but, repressing my childhood memories made me forget that," Jacob said.
"Something during my childhood when I was seventeen made me repressed my memories and made me pretend I was human. I spent thirty-three years believing I was human then, I come to find out I'm not one by Rhea, my spirit animal," Jacob said.
Rhea makes another message with leftovers. That reads Jacob wait outside this kitchen. I want to talk to this person in private. Jacob leaves and, Rhea makes another message.
I'm an amalgamation of souls in the form of a canine. That Jacob subconsciously summoned around the same time his wife died. Because he summoned me around the same time his wife dead, her soul became a part of my amalgamation. I was nameless back then when he summoned me, but I took it upon myself to name my self after his wife.
Jacob is a beastman with beastman shaman blood. It's because of his beastman shaman blood that he was able to summon me in the first place. I was the canine that Jacob saw that faithful day. If it wasn't for me.
Jacob would have perished that day. I have reason to believe that Jacob's daughters were taken by the Administratum. Oh, and Jacob has a mark under his right arm. Which might have a connection with a cartel.
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Terms like "battleship" and "aircraft carrier" flew right over Xia's head. They meant nothing to her, zero point of reference to understand what the hell either Gumshoe or Mulvric were talking about. Not that it mattered. Whatever this structure's purpose was in the past had long since become obsolete, and the structure itself was unfit to carry it out even if it hadn't. The only important thing was, "Will it hold up if attacked?"
"The inhibitors will keep magic based attacks from causing us serious damage, and blankets the area so nothing can be detected....its also a pretty strategic spot, the nearby hills and treelines make it so you have to be looking and fairly close to find this place. But....if the admins came in force, I'm not sure...." Mulvric nodded. "I work on adding new defenses where I can.....but really....this place still needs a lot of work."
Selma stared up at the massive ship with a frown, squinting slightly as she said "It looks like it's made of metal, so it should hold up, if momentarily at least. Probably be long enough to get out of it. Though I don't know what we'll do after. Especially if the Administratum sends more than a couple of Witches. Which they almost certainly will."
Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.
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