Kep
He/him
24
March 03
Alamos, Sinnoh
Homosexual
boy genius
Associate Scientist
sum of all and by them driven
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something strange [m, c]
POSTED ON Dec 3, 2022 22:48:07 GMT
[attr="class","pizzabox"] He’d hoped, probably impossibly, that having an answer for all the weird noises and strange happenings would calm her down. Not through any deep-rooted sense of companionship or care of her wellbeing: she was a big, strong girl with a nail-studded bat and an apparently itchy trigger finger. He really did not want to become collateral damage.
It takes him back to long evenings spent hiding behind-- or in-- dumpsters or traschans or under parked cars waiting for his bullies to give up and go away. Fear does strange things to the mind. Rationalizing sounds calms him.
Kepler stumbled backwards when ordered so Ruby could set her Drapion to peeling the metal door open like crushing a tin can. The noise was cacaphonous in the silence and Kepler had to cover his ears.
“Nice,” he says, genuinely fond, in the deafening silence that follows.
Once Skorpios had done his job, Kep pushed into the room, peering cautiously through the doorway. But the room ahead was dark and empty. A large wall of screens most likely made up feedbacks for CCTV security, and a handful of terminals would have tracked everything else: data, logistics, energy output, bugs in the system, security.
He crossed the open floor to the closest computer terminal and powered it on. The wall of screens burst into light as, one by one, the security cameras came to life, displaying a grainy image of various locales across the lab.
One one screen, Phobos was dragging her tendrils over an abandoned shelf of glassware, undoubtedly making them chime. On another, Deimos disappeared into a centrifuge and got it spinning so hard it fell off the counter. The Misdreavous popped out with a grin.
Kepler logged into the computer with the access codes given by the mission dossier and went to work sussing out the energy logs and old CCTV backups. “They save manually whenever there’s action so if something’s been turning on the lights and systems there should be… a recent file save…” his voice trails off as he searches.
All goes silent save the clicking of the mouse and gentle hum of the TV screens.
Until a bloodcurdling shriek startles Kepler out of his chair, knocking it over in fright. "Primus on a pony!" His eyes go to the CCVT screens.
Deimos can be seen darting across the cameras, fear in her eyes, screaming loud enough for them to hear the entire way-- though just as whatever is giving chase is set to pop up on screen, the feed cuts black. Around and around and around it goes, one screen blipping off at a time.
Until finally it seems like she has nowhere to go, and her screen goes black.
"Deimos!"
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