Characters: Atlas/Frank Fontaine (AU), Gaz Membrane (OU)
Where: somewhere out of sight/any usual place to be (behind the buildings?)
When: way backdated; sometime after
this post, later that night
Summary: Gaz finds Fontaine. Confrontation. (of a different sort.) Time to say "nighty nighty" Frankie...
Warnings: Probably, something... violent? Curse
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The night air did not freeze her to her bones as expected: it just made her alert. People had gotten the idea because of the ambush that she was just some weak little girl, and that was cute, really, even served her purpose. No one expected little girls to have an assemblage of Dark matter at her will, or to sense dual personalities or have the ability to shield things. That was for the magicians in Econtra wasn't it, those with big mouths or of diminutive personalities, in all shapes and sizes but really all the same to her. She'd been here longer than most of them, and many of these so-called magicians never even knew of Yuuko, the space-time witch, the only woman Gaz would have call "Sensei" and not feel a lick of shame. Gaz remembered, and Yuuko had granted the wish she made two years earlier. She was stronger, she was quick and she was a clairvoyant.
Now was just a matter of following the aura. It came to her now, and she didn't bother trying to hide anything anymore. She floated quick style, and in a few minutes found Fontaine/Atlas behind some buildings. Gaz hovered a moment, then descended lightly, touching down right in front of the man/men.
"Told ya I'd be back," she muttered. "So let's see exactly how fake your better half is."
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Atlas wasn't to be found. This much emotion... it pushed the secondary personality aside.
"Well, well, well. The little Splicer-wannabe is back for more," he said arrogantly, hiding anything else within his voice that might leak out unwanted with pure efficiency. "Fine. Let's get this over with."
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"If you say so," Gaz said, and the dark matter she was used to using as tentacle extensions came out, but for a different function. This time, she aimed directly at Fontaine, and connected at him. Gaz sucked her breath in, not a little nervous. She knew that what was going to happen was going to take a hell of a lot out of her if she failed, probably enough to leave her worse than when she was found underground and when she was hit by the Keepers combined. Worse, she had never done it before, but she trusted in Yuuko's granting.
The darkness that she saw seemed to fade to a super darkness, and Gaz could no longer see anything, but that was expected. She felt a thrill of goosebumps at her skin, which was also something she expected.
[[OOC: Gaz is performing a "mindscape," in which she is seeing what is in Fontaine right now. Since you're his MUN, its up to you what she sees.]]
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It could be noted, if she was truly paying attention to all of this, that the men and women who appeared in the memory flashes were wearing old fashioned clothing of mostly suits or button shirts with vests and proper dresses or skirts and blouses for most of the women and the old time show girl dresses for the less reputable. The buildings and vehicles and other noticeable objects were all obviously old. Basic knowledge from watching TV would probably be enough for her to guess the era was the 1950s or so.
The final image was very distinctive and would stick in her mind far longer than any of the others. It was a man looking into the mirror. His face was large and meaty, but ruggedly handsome with full cheeks and a strong chin. He had dark hair combed straight back. His eyes were dark and squinty and screamed deviousness to the outside world. If his features said anything about his ancestry it was an obvious mix of the large, nomadic Europeans that mostly took over the Bronx when the new world was first discovered. After a few seconds the image began to change but it was different from before; instead of a quick flash into another scene the image simply blurred slowly as the features of the face changed in the mirror. When the morphing was finished a completely different face stared back through the reflected eyes. The skin was slightly whiter and the hair was a lighter brown color though still slicked back in an almost similar fashion. There was the hint of a smile on the lips and laughter in the bright eyes. He also had a strong chin but it was less meaty and his cheekbones were prominent and high instead of thick and full. He was handsome in a more friendly manner. He would look familiar; it was the Irishman.
In the end the mirror would break, spreading a spiderweb of cracks through the glass until the separate pieces finally grew large enough to begin breaking off and falling away. Then there was nothing again. A void of black--but there seemed to be light coming from somewhere, an indeterminable direction.
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The final bit of information floated in the back of her mind as all this happened, as all of this came to her, was how Atlas was created into a separate personality. A freak accident with a new Plasmid; Fontaine in the midst of it; awaking with Atlas's made-up memories as his own and nothing of Fontaine's entire very real life; two weeks later the man's arrival in Econtra. And that was the entirety of it. Atlas was not real.
But he had been created nonetheless.
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"That's it?" Gaz sneered. "You gotta be kidding me. I mean, really, that's why you're this way? God, and here I thought I was dealing with, like, real evil! You're not even worthy of Joker, at least he shows his face! You know why I hate guys like you? You bring out these annoying, pathetic self righteous hero types wherever you go, trying to rid the world of evil! I know evil exists, hell, I've fought it since I can remember! But you couldn't even stay Fontaine, you had to CHANGE to Atlas? That's called running scared, and its for two bit phonies! At least Atlas has the guts to fight you!"
Gaz started to pulsate purple now. There was a time this power was a hazard: Dark could be unleashed, and Gaz's emotions were always in a state of flux. But she was concentrated now to the point of feeling almost distant of her small stature. After all, she could channel energy now without the need of dancing or ONLY anger. She could simply stay determined.
"Atlas is your better half," Gaz finally said. "He deserves the life you're wasting. You're just another mindless storybook villain waiting to get your balls handed to you. You just thought it'd be fun to hide as Atlas instead of even taking pride in your chaos. It's pathetic!"
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He was a genius at being evil, unfortunately.
He started a flame in his hand and pointed the opposite at Gaz. "Stop playing games and let the real battle begin," he prompted.
Unbeknownist to him, however, within the mind another scene was taking place. Though Fontaine knew nothing of mental battles and was, currently, in no position to control the field, something did happen. The light in the darkness began to coalesce in a single direction, and after another moment from that direction a single, wall-less door appeared out of nowhere. It was right in front of Gaz and though it was closed it seemed to be beckoning. Whatever it was, or however it got there... it was not Fontaine's doing.
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After all, Dark and Devi, manifestations of herself, were still there in a way, but they existed in different dimensions too. Gaz knew that there were different worlds out there thanks to Yuuko, and she believed it possible for certain people to create different selves. For someone like Fontaine, there had to be a sort of foil, one who had good intention.
And she headed for the door because if there was a chance to bring him out, she had to take it.
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There were memories here, too. Fake ones. But they were what comprised Atlas into who he was. A family. A wife. A son. A house. A job at the fishery. Fun memories, sad memories. Little things. Big things. Not always too much detail though. They floated by peacefully for a few seconds and then there was nothing.
Atlas appeared in another doorway up ahead. He was leaning up against the door-frame in a seemingly relaxed manner, an Irish style friendly smile on his lips. He seemed kind enough. His eyes almost twinkled with mischievousness--but nothing like Fontaine.
He sobered. "I found out the truth. I don't like it, but I have to accept it." Pause. "What does that do for your cause?" He didn't elaborate further on what he meant.
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Gaz approached the man Atlas and leaned against the doorway, several inches away. "The truth is what I'm looking for, but not the way you're looking at it now. I'm thinking more in the way of possible truths, and more than one way of looking at things, but you misunderstand something. It's YOUR cause more than mine, but I aim to make it something you can get to."
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"My cause is just to stop Fontaine. Doesn't matter how. I don't want him hurting anyone; I was a protector, at least that's how I conducted myself. But the truth is the truth. As far as the future goes... now that is another story." He paused only briefly. "If you want to defeat him, and involve degrading the chap by forcing him out of his own existence, I think that means all the more to you. That's how I see it at least. I'm just looking for an end. You're the one with the power here. I can't scratch him. Trust me--I've tried."
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"I get that," she said, "But I'm gonna need your help. I can eventual fight Fontaine here: I've had to do something like this before. The mind is a pretty fucked up place when you get down to it, but it also knows what it wants. Still, you know Fontaine best of all. If were going to strike out at him, where would we go?"
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"Hard to say actually..." Atlas began, truthfully, "...he has more than one hidey hole--about as many as he does in the real world, back in Rapture. Like a rat." He paused for a moment. "But if I had to guess the first location to search?" He waved his hand in a 'come with me' gesture and led them through the door.
The scene changed instantly into one more solid. To Atlas the place was very familiar, and his home. It was an old looking set of docks. Most of the water, however, seemed to be missing. At least from this area; plenty of it could be heard coming from somewhere else.
He led them past this setting and deeper into the fisheries. Warehouses, alleyways, and other dark places ruled the area. He stopped in front of a side door down an alley to one particular warehouse and turned to face her. "...I'd say here."
He glanced at the building. "...It's the beginning..." He whispered to no one.
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"Huh," Gaz said aloud, in a contained whisper. "So that's what I decided to project my aura power as. It's a little flashy, but hell, so's Econtra. In any case, I'm going in armed this way. It's kinda like putting on a metaphysical shield."
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He met her eyes for a readying silence, then opened the door and stepped quickly inside. Somewhat mimicking the police, he operated on a cover this side, you cover that, and rapidly stepped to the side so that Gaz could barge in right behind him.
His side: nothing.
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And she turned to her side, her eyes opened, her hands moving like lightning to let loose a purple bolt. She was becoming much more accustomed now: it was as if she left her fear once entering Fontaine's mind, and the concept of getting scared now seemed far away.
She had a job to do.
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