[From here]Ilia tread carefully through the hall, ears open for gunshots, but no. She still didn't hear anything like that. Good, the guardian hadn't been brought back tonight, just as she'd been told. So that meant tonight would be... torture sessions. Ilia gripped the flashlight in her hand a bit tighter. What unethical behavior for a doctor, a fellow man of science! She would see to it Landel wouldn't get a chance to bank on whatever 'research' he was accumulating with this place. Even if it took her the rest of her life
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Ilia's voice echoed back to her from the ceiling, though it was garbled, with only a few sounds remaining that could be understood by the human ear. But what sounds could be understood were unmistakably Ilia's voice.
He had never seen this before. The patient was aggressive, but his readouts (as far as he knew), made no sense. The patient was an aggressor... to himself? That was what his data told him, and in a matter of seconds he accepted the scenario as fact. But then came the query: what was he supposed to do about a self-aggressor?
if aggressive
then dissuade
A low tone sounded from the same place Ilia's reflected voice had come from, and a sphere of blue light descended to rest in front of Ritsu's face. It gave off a brilliant flash of light and suddenly, there was a body. And a face with wide, staring green eyes.
Ilia's heart accelerated to a frantic pace when the woman almost fell... or not. She had jerked a bit, but her hold was tight so she remained on the edge. The long-haired woman was still too close to empty air for Ilia's taste. She slowed herself to a walk, holding her hands out in a placating fashion. No need to send the girl into hysteria
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His display pointed out a secondary patient, female, charging him as the male patient screamed. Glowing orbs swiveled to lock on her, the shouting quickly escalating in the room. The female patient was an aggressor as well now, running at the self-aggressor who was, according to his sensors, afraid.
Of him. Or the other aggressor. Just him--no, her.
He could take the most effective route, accomplish two tasks at once. His CPU was capable of it. Silently, he took Ritsu by the waist and lifted him with no sign of strain or difficulty. Lifted and threw him into the air and at the advancing Ilia. His throw was imperfect, though Ritsu's heels just passed straight through the railing.
((ooc: sorry for the slow, guys! ;o; ))Ritsu heard the young woman’s voice echo behind him, and had he not been paralyzed with fear he would have likely encouraged her not to waste her cry of concern on his unimportant self. It took a moment for him to process the meaning of her words, but as soon as he did, his eyes widened, and he attempted to lean himself up and over the railing, ready to push back to the solid floor on the other side, his terrified gaze never leaving the figure in front of him
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Ilia barely had time to register that the woman was not moving normally, and a second later she came crashing down upon the scientist. Her arms had moved to block, a natural response from her training, and had barely moved up to shield her when the woman slammed into her. Her legs, still moving at a run, weren't stable enough to hold her steady and they both crumbled to the ground.
Air knocked out of her from the double impact, Ilia struggled to gain a breath from under the other woman. Strange, she was heavier than Ilia would have given her credit for. But she couldn't stay down on the floor. That blue thing was still up there and she didn't want to chance it would leave them alone after just this. Ilia tried to push herself to her feet, shoving the other woman none-too-gently in the process.
"We need to move!" Her voice rasped, breathless. She had to get up and fight!
He grinned slightly, finding the ensuing chaos of Ritsu crashing into Ilia amusing. Or as amusing as his sensors told him it was. Unwritten disorder, all caused by him. The unnamed catalyst of his domain--now and always.
Ilia was right to suggest that she and Ritsu move as quickly as possible, because his switches were flipping so rapidly from the excitement he could only see the option of continuing to dissuade the subjects from the area. By force.
Flying through the railing, he reached behind his back. When his hands came back around to his front, he was holding his three-bladed fangs--and bearing them down on Ilia and Ritsu as he zipped towards them, his feet never touching the ground or moving.
Upon impact, Ritsu felt a flicker of gratitude at the fact that the young woman had raised her arms to block, instead of trying to do something like catch him. Of course, the feeling was quickly replaced by a rush of guilt as he realized that he had hit her, that he hadn’t been hoping or trying to keep himself from hitting her, that his lowly form had knocked her off her feet and was, after a clumsy tumble to the ground, now strewn on top of her
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By the time Ilia finally managed to get to her feet, the attacker, that rag doll monster, had pulled out a pair of wicked, three-bladed swords. Damn it, of all the monsters to be pitted against it would be one with an actual weapon! She could only hope to dodge a normal sword half the time, but against something with such a large reach...
"Shit!" The expletive left her mouth in a gasp and she found herself turning tail just like the other woman. She staggered after her, glad for the muscle strength and adrenaline that kept her injury from acting up. At least that cut was over a day old now, almost healed. But could she keep away from that thing like this? Could she protect the other woman?
Had stepping forward to save her tonight been the right thing? That hadn't been about validation as far as Ilia could tell. And now it was definitely more--it was about survival. Sometimes running from an unbalanced battle was the best strategy. If she and the woman could just keep ahead of it... and if not, she would have to turn and
Taking a moment to watch Ilia and Ritsu scramble to run, his switches flipped at an epileptic pace. It was true that his program objective was to deter non-aggressors back to their origin point without ceasing function... but the damaged nature of him as an entity didn't always make his objective stable.
Millions of switches rouletted in that moment he let Ilia and Ritsu run. And then, leaving dozens of afterimages, he slid backwards and through Ilia and Ritsu, re-solidifying in front of them, grinning.
His program now authorized him to terrorize them. He brought his blades forward in a deadly cross-swipe, aiming for the leader of the escape: Ritsu.
After running several terrified paces, Ritsu managed to eek his eyes open and glance over his shoulder - the young woman was following closely, her movements far more experienced than any he had made since beginning his messy dash towards safety. This cowardly individual hadn’t meant to appear to be leaving her to face the monster alone, nor had he meant to imply he was an ideal leader by being the first to sprint away…his panicky instincts had simply taken over the moment she had told him to move, and he had since covered more ground than he had ever imagined possible for someone as unremarkable as himself
( ... )
Apologies were the last thing on Ilia's mind as they raced towards the nearest exit. Escape and survival came first. Her military training was enough to keep her moving, but she wanted to make sure the other woman got free too. And just when she thought they might not have to worry about their pursuer, he was suddenly in front of them. And his blades were aimed right at the other woman
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Ilia's voice echoed back to her from the ceiling, though it was garbled, with only a few sounds remaining that could be understood by the human ear. But what sounds could be understood were unmistakably Ilia's voice.
He had never seen this before. The patient was aggressive, but his readouts (as far as he knew), made no sense. The patient was an aggressor... to himself? That was what his data told him, and in a matter of seconds he accepted the scenario as fact. But then came the query: what was he supposed to do about a self-aggressor?
if aggressive
then dissuade
A low tone sounded from the same place Ilia's reflected voice had come from, and a sphere of blue light descended to rest in front of Ritsu's face. It gave off a brilliant flash of light and suddenly, there was a body. And a face with wide, staring green eyes.
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Of him. Or the other aggressor. Just him--no, her.
He could take the most effective route, accomplish two tasks at once. His CPU was capable of it. Silently, he took Ritsu by the waist and lifted him with no sign of strain or difficulty. Lifted and threw him into the air and at the advancing Ilia. His throw was imperfect, though Ritsu's heels just passed straight through the railing.
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Air knocked out of her from the double impact, Ilia struggled to gain a breath from under the other woman. Strange, she was heavier than Ilia would have given her credit for. But she couldn't stay down on the floor. That blue thing was still up there and she didn't want to chance it would leave them alone after just this. Ilia tried to push herself to her feet, shoving the other woman none-too-gently in the process.
"We need to move!" Her voice rasped, breathless. She had to get up and fight!
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Ilia was right to suggest that she and Ritsu move as quickly as possible, because his switches were flipping so rapidly from the excitement he could only see the option of continuing to dissuade the subjects from the area. By force.
Flying through the railing, he reached behind his back. When his hands came back around to his front, he was holding his three-bladed fangs--and bearing them down on Ilia and Ritsu as he zipped towards them, his feet never touching the ground or moving.
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"Shit!" The expletive left her mouth in a gasp and she found herself turning tail just like the other woman. She staggered after her, glad for the muscle strength and adrenaline that kept her injury from acting up. At least that cut was over a day old now, almost healed. But could she keep away from that thing like this? Could she protect the other woman?
Had stepping forward to save her tonight been the right thing? That hadn't been about validation as far as Ilia could tell. And now it was definitely more--it was about survival. Sometimes running from an unbalanced battle was the best strategy. If she and the woman could just keep ahead of it... and if not, she would have to turn and
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They were zoning, trying to shake him off, trying to exit his domain before he could quarantine them.
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Taking a moment to watch Ilia and Ritsu scramble to run, his switches flipped at an epileptic pace. It was true that his program objective was to deter non-aggressors back to their origin point without ceasing function... but the damaged nature of him as an entity didn't always make his objective stable.
Millions of switches rouletted in that moment he let Ilia and Ritsu run. And then, leaving dozens of afterimages, he slid backwards and through Ilia and Ritsu, re-solidifying in front of them, grinning.
His program now authorized him to terrorize them. He brought his blades forward in a deadly cross-swipe, aiming for the leader of the escape: Ritsu.
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