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The "Failed" Daughter, Aileth
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He chatted on, apparently not trading something- at least not in a way she understood still. Following orders, ‘work' was what the experiment was meant to do, and the Handler would of course be present…
…no that’s not right… not there… not anymore…
There were still difficult days, ones with odd behaviors and the occasional violence; yet that wasn’t enough for her to be taken apart- these humans were much better….
Looking at the tangle of fingers having only half listened, inhuman eyes shifted away quickly; staring at the rooms wall while sensing the hallway beyond. “someone’s coming…”
Disappearing from view before the door opened.
“Could you help me with this?”
//From Leslie! :) left it broad for you//
Abandoning whatever activity had been happening at the moment; indifferent to the sounds of crashing, groans, or the chorus of flavored cussing wisely directed at him instead.
Silver, waist length hair streaming behind, joining the other on the opposite wall; metal crates clearly needing to be moved.
Easily lifting the loaded boxes onto the overhead shelves; inhuman strength hidden behind the slight frame and delicate features.
“Was that all?” Draconic eyes faintly directed down; small but unmistakable, she had gotten slightly taller since being released.
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Hammering ring of alarm bells and their accompanying flashing lights suddenly erupted from the security system, adding to the cacophony. The stations emergency network only now activating, leaving the train disabled and people fleeing off the platform for the tunnels themselves.
Paying little mind to the scattering crowd, their individual strength not a threat- “wEaK” blood and gore replacing the swarming humans, “RePuLsIvE…”
A small twitch trying to shake off the painful hiss and violent impulses; her attention needed to be focused on the noise and potential danger ahead. Whatever conflict conditioning and biology was having wasn’t obvious in the experiments posture; ground rumbling with the approaching threat coinciding with her wince.
Draconic gaze snapped towards the unexpected contact, the growing static silenced; her glare sharp, hard, predatory…
Waiting.
A rare moment of sustained eye contact; touch almost always meant pain. Yet none followed, low mako glow flashing with confusion; heeding the order she let the barrier shrink, ultimately enveloping the Handlers person before following just off to his side, into the larger area.
Focused for now, the quiet inside was a strange feeling- stuffing down the same growing curiosity that sparked in containment. There would be time after to think, when there wasn’t a threat to the Handler. Despite the lack of expression, there was an unusual air of willingness with the experiment, for once allowing training and conditioning to take over. Relaxed, calm, the experiment followed close as ordered; at heel, a weapon to his off-hand.
This Handler, almost felt easier to read, but that didn’t mean getting too comfortable; there was always the chance of her being wrong.
The underlying agitation was gone replaced with something unfamiliar for a brief moment; yet for as curious as she was, that wasn’t as captivating as the song for now. Choosing to focus on the sounds instead.
The short pleasant memory cut with a drastic change in atmosphere. The metal room coming to a less than smooth stop, the little ding ringing clear as the doors slid open for her handler to exit- only to be met by what seemed like a hoard of humans pouring from a staircase; screaming over the sounds of destruction elsewhere.
Already a measure ahead, instantly standing between the crowd and handler. Hair barely swaying as a barrier essentially parted the surge of humans away from them both. Panicked people falling to the sides, tripping over one another on the invisible wall- desperate to get into the train and escape.
She remained still, eyes locked in the direction of the most noise, waiting direction. The swell of humans lessened as they continued to scatter; overhead tiles cracking, dust falling all around, save for on them.
#k01 || tch! [ic: fushimi saruhiko]#to: || aileth (final fantasy vii)#au06 || four seasons [final fantasy vii]#projecth aileth#fushimi saruhiko
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Shelves creaking under the heavy contraband as another crate slid into place; few came looking and those that had, never checked overhead- none being able to lift them down without equipment or a group. It didn’t seem all that important to her but it also wasn’t something she saw a use for-
“owe?” subtle confusion in the response; the exchange of physical objects, goods, were understood… mostly but time?
“Could you help me with this?”
//From Leslie! :) left it broad for you//
Abandoning whatever activity had been happening at the moment; indifferent to the sounds of crashing, groans, or the chorus of flavored cussing wisely directed at him instead.
Silver, waist length hair streaming behind, joining the other on the opposite wall; metal crates clearly needing to be moved.
Easily lifting the loaded boxes onto the overhead shelves; inhuman strength hidden behind the slight frame and delicate features.
“Was that all?” Draconic eyes faintly directed down; small but unmistakable, she had gotten slightly taller since being released.
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“Could you help me with this?”
//From Leslie! :) left it broad for you//
Abandoning whatever activity had been happening at the moment; indifferent to the sounds of crashing, groans, or the chorus of flavored cussing wisely directed at him instead.
Silver, waist length hair streaming behind, joining the other on the opposite wall; metal crates clearly needing to be moved.
Easily lifting the loaded boxes onto the overhead shelves; inhuman strength hidden behind the slight frame and delicate features.
“Was that all?” Draconic eyes faintly directed down; small but unmistakable, she had gotten slightly taller since being released.
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INTRODUCTION/ICEBREAKER STARTER - Feel free to change pronouns, e.t.c.
“Allow me to introduce myself, my name is…”
“A new face, eh? Haven’t seen one of those in a while.”
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice that you are crying. May I offer you a tissue?”
“Do you know any good cafes in the area?”
“No, we haven’t met before. I must just have one of those faces, I suppose.”
“That looks heavy - need a hand?”
“Why don’t you want to tell me your name?”
“Hey! You can’t be in here!”
“I seem to be low on cash… Would you mind sharing a taxi with me?”
“What are you staring at?”
“Would you mind sharing your umbrella with me? I forgot mine at home.”
“Excuse me!”
“Please don’t stand on that!”
“I love your sweater, would you mind telling me where you got it?”
“I know we barely know eachother, but I… I could really use some company right now.”
“Get out of my way!”
“Would you mind removing your arm? You are blocking my armrest.”
“Excuse me, have you seen this dog?”
“I think you dropped this.”
“Is this seat taken?”
“No, I’m *Name here*. I think you are mistaking me for someone else.”
“I wouldn’t mind some company, I don’t know anyone here.”
“May I borrow your phone?”
“Could you help me with this?”
“I need a stranger’s honest opinion… Which one of these dresses look best on me?”
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The human continued struggling against the unyielding grip, from an all too delicate pale hand; adversary pausing for the first time since the fight began.
His shout bringing out some kind of response other than cold violence; masked head tilting slightly as it turned towards the blond.
Sparks jumped from gashed metal, the control helm had taken a severe amount of damage; the circlet obscuring the experiments face was barely functioning, leaving her mostly blind but also free of its interference.
The hanging silence broken by a voice, small and unused “…why not?”
OPEN RP | Muse: Cloud
“You can’t do this!!”
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Some small crooked human continued to usher her along after he stopped outside of the curtained partition; Aileths legs deftly avoiding the wrinkled hands insistently waving her on.
Letting out a sigh once alone- people were not her thing; there was somewhat of an exception for him yet even that was a delicate dance.
None of clothing seemed particularly… useful; holding the shorts out- why make them from a durable fabric when little is covered. Staring confused at what the experiment would not understand as uniquely ‘female’ undergarments nor how to put it on. Setting that aside opting to put on the rest. Black sweater tugged into place over the tank, stopping to hang low on the denim bottoms.
Returning to the open area are, bare legs ending with the same scuffed old boots.
Leslie would hold onto her hand as he'd lead her through the streets of Wall Market. "Come on. Let's go shopping." He'd say. "I got us some Gil to spend from that last job."
Empty.
Nothingness…
…
..
.
not alone…
in the darkness… creeping
Burning.
Choking, smothering
Pulling…
Looking down to see pale hand grasped… in another…
“…is that… alright?” Light and sound of the blaringly bright Market surged back into awareness, the nightmare dissolving.
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So far there was little that seemed comparable to what she currently had; all of it thin, or overly bulky for no apparent reason- this wouldn’t stop a blade how was it so thick?
Pale fingers eventually finding the familiar texture of dense wool. Pulling the darker garment from the rack; a security members sweater with only a couple small mends-
-turning around the find he’d returned with a small pile of… what did not seem to be very much fabric; taking the stack as it was shoved at her and steered to the back.
Leslie would hold onto her hand as he'd lead her through the streets of Wall Market. "Come on. Let's go shopping." He'd say. "I got us some Gil to spend from that last job."
Empty.
Nothingness…
…
..
.
not alone…
in the darkness… creeping
Burning.
Choking, smothering
Pulling…
Looking down to see pale hand grasped… in another…
“…is that… alright?” Light and sound of the blaringly bright Market surged back into awareness, the nightmare dissolving.
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“Right…” his reasoning had made sense, clothes wore down just like weapons; understanding the comments as a directive they two didn’t get much further inside before she changed direction.
Absently walking out of his grip, as though he hadn’t even been holding on. Even after traveling together for some time and slowly breaking through… she could still behave somewhat robotically.
Quietly scanning through the racks and comparing several shirts at a time; attempting to find something that would be a good substitute for her current one. The uniform was getting a bit far into being ‘broken in’; being the same pieced together after being found.
Leslie would hold onto her hand as he'd lead her through the streets of Wall Market. "Come on. Let's go shopping." He'd say. "I got us some Gil to spend from that last job."
Empty.
Nothingness…
…
..
.
not alone…
in the darkness… creeping
Burning.
Choking, smothering
Pulling…
Looking down to see pale hand grasped… in another…
“…is that… alright?” Light and sound of the blaringly bright Market surged back into awareness, the nightmare dissolving.
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Holding the door she was ushered into the small room; racks and shelves crowded with merchandise. The keeper’s distant greeting acknowledging their entrance from somewhere in the back.
Cursory glance around quickly proved the shop lacking armor or anything that would be adequate for battle or travel. Looking back at him somewhat confused.
Leslie would hold onto her hand as he'd lead her through the streets of Wall Market. "Come on. Let's go shopping." He'd say. "I got us some Gil to spend from that last job."
Empty.
Nothingness…
…
..
.
not alone…
in the darkness… creeping
Burning.
Choking, smothering
Pulling…
Looking down to see pale hand grasped… in another…
“…is that… alright?” Light and sound of the blaringly bright Market surged back into awareness, the nightmare dissolving.
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This Handler, almost felt easier to read, but that didn’t mean getting too comfortable; there was always the chance of her being wrong.
The underlying agitation was gone replaced with something unfamiliar for a brief moment; yet for as curious as she was, that wasn’t as captivating as the song for now. Choosing to focus on the sounds instead.
The short pleasant memory cut with a drastic change in atmosphere. The metal room coming to a less than smooth stop, the little ding ringing clear as the doors slid open for her handler to exit- only to be met by what seemed like a hoard of humans pouring from a staircase; screaming over the sounds of destruction elsewhere.
Already a measure ahead, instantly standing between the crowd and handler. Hair barely swaying as a barrier essentially parted the surge of humans away from them both. Panicked people falling to the sides, tripping over one another on the invisible wall- desperate to get into the train and escape.
She remained still, eyes locked in the direction of the most noise, waiting direction. The swell of humans lessened as they continued to scatter; overhead tiles cracking, dust falling all around, save for on them.
Crackling static muffled the repeating announcements- an automated voice sharing information about skipped stops and something called an ‘express train’; metallic wheels screeching on the rails interrupted the machines rhythmic rumbling on sharper turns.
Not having a response put together before he apparently changed focus worked out in her favor; still needing some time to find a proper word for what had been shared.
His words were even toned yet, the way he moved… he seemed to be agitated once again, without it.
“…confirmed.” Her own stare was momentary, returning to watching the passing scenery out the opposite windows.
Somewhat relieved to finally have a direct command; still on the strange side but nothing compared to the questions he’s asked.
A few more announcements sounded from overhead but eventually, just barely audible over the ambiance of the empty room, “A… song.” Not intending to be heard she whispered, playing with the new word; savoring being allowed to continue to listening. “…interesting…”
#k01 || tch! [ic: fushimi saruhiko]#to: || aileth (final fantasy vii)#au06 || four seasons [final fantasy vii]#projecthaileth#projecth aileth
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A failed experiment was now an opportunity for something more. His latest obsession. She was going to be perfect someday. Stronger than Project S. Stronger than anything he'd ever produced. But it would take some time and his complete attention and devotion.
Adjusting his eyewear, the Professor would find himself staring at the young woman before him. His lips twisting into a devilish smile. "Shall we begin?" He'd say rhetorically.
Innumerable vials whittled down, entire batches at a time-
every carefully selected cell within..
Dead.
Failing to merge
Failing to grow
Dozens more mutated beyond salvage; sample after precious sample overcome by black tendrils and cancerous growths: wasted.
Yet even the limited success,
Four specimens
had set backs;
Then Two
until just this pitiful creature was all that was left.
Skin crawling, tight, under a thin sheen of cold sweat; very bones burning from the latest session. Unknown months in the tanks. Muscle spasms straining ligaments and audibly popping joints; swaying unsteady, seeming to lurch slightly emerging into the chamber. Unused to the new height, the longer limbs…
Every breath felt like glass and failed to lessen the desperate feeling for more air. Vision blurred by tears, the lights above explosions of pain after unending darkness. Inhuman eyes glowed, narrow stare piercing despite lacking focus.
Bruising from the newest infusion still surfacing as darkened veins slowly pulsed under thin sun starved skin.
Waiting for the opposite gate to open.
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They’d been paid in cash instead of goods or credits this time; at least that was what he said the little stack of material was
“Special?” It had been several missions since their current items had been purchased; yet that didn’t lend well to being a special purchase.
Though kept up well and having things professionally repaired there was only so much that could be done; eventually there wasn’t enough left to be mended.
The two of them still somewhat dusty and scuffed from the days travel. “This equipment… has degraded significantly.”
Leslie would hold onto her hand as he'd lead her through the streets of Wall Market. "Come on. Let's go shopping." He'd say. "I got us some Gil to spend from that last job."
Empty.
Nothingness…
…
..
.
not alone…
in the darkness… creeping
Burning.
Choking, smothering
Pulling…
Looking down to see pale hand grasped… in another…
“…is that… alright?” Light and sound of the blaringly bright Market surged back into awareness, the nightmare dissolving.
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Stuttering: in breath, motion, muscles, as focuses and intention switched. Each word shaking in exertion while remaining pressed deep.
His progress unprotested, easily being tasted again; sweetened by heady fragrance and clouded steam.
A small inhale, sudden arching movement at the unexpected intrusion. Muscles flexing, lifting him slightly higher to the bubbly surface; bodies pressed by gravity’s weight without the waters defiance.
@chaton-encore
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Always a delicate balance between the two, both never quite sure what would happen; constantly being faced with the unknown it’d become more reactive to things since healing. Yet the bond was something none of the others had managed to recreate; getting it to comply and follow even after refusing.
Preoccupied by the bath it was being immersed in and arms holding it in the water, forcing it to stay; they were already seated when it winced slightly maneuvering legs around. Yet the help was needed in the small space.
His hold lessening, silver hair floating at the surface, longer than before; nearly missing him speaking watching the foam. It… needed to stay aware, not lose focus, not react… Becoming pensive catching sight of blue flecks in gold, as it leaned back to look up.
Giving an unsure nod. Making sure it’s own fingers hadn’t held too tight; he might have been exposed to mako but it could still easily end up causing harm.
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