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Discussion in 'The Calamity' started by Chell, Sep 9, 2018.

  1. Chell

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    The Calamity, Phase 1, Hour 12
    @The Creature

    The word was trembling. Chell wasn't that unaccustomed to the feeling, but it was awakening muscle memory in her body that sickened her. The strange glow of the sky above at least reassured her that she wasn't back there - underground. The ground she was able to stand on, able to feel, was shaking though. She went back to the latest place that she had found to consistently lay her head, where she had some stockpiled supplies. She still hadn't found a home in this place, but she hadn't had a home in years. Looking around and feeling it in her gut, she wasn't sure how much longer it would matter.

    She was sitting with her back to a wall quite close to a door frame that led to the outside. She had the door propped open, staring out at the landscape, watching for some explanation or some change. Her old boots were on her legs, trapping her foot in a perpetual tiptoe. At least with the world shaking, she could count on staying and landing on her feet if it got worse. At one corner, a bit further away, there was a large weighted storage cube with little heart inlays at the center of each surface. She glanced over at it. She hated the feeling it stirred in her gut to look at it.

    The facsimile of caring about something, of protecting it. The manipulation of an innate urge that her life had done its best to destroy the pathway back to. She looked at the ashen marks on its surface and thought of how little she actually had hesitated to throw it into an incinerator. Of course, she'd known it couldn't feel, but she wondered now. She couldn't help wondering. She bit and pulled at her lower lip a little. Her knees were pulled to her chest. She felt a little cold, her arms bare. She looked down at the prickling texture of her chin and rubbed one hand along the top of the other forearm.

    Again, she looked down at the cell phone in her hand. It had been one of the first things she had learned to use here. It seemed natural to her - its electronic nature, its interface - but it was so strange. It had let her call out, know things, never be trapped and alone. Now, it just gave her nothing. It glowed at her, but the images on the screen shuddered, fizzled, and sound was garbled too. Frustrated, she shoved it into a pocket along her pant leg down near the top of her boot.

    Finally, in the twelfth hour, she got up and went over to the storage cube. She had finally learned how to open it after coming here. She opened it up, and she rifled through the materials she had inside, filling a pack with things she'd saved for herself.

    Clean water. Bandages. Rope. Plastic ties. Small explosives.

    Among other things. She was careful in packing and felt herself warming up. Despite it warming her, she still noticed the strange chill bumps on her arms.

    "I'm going," she announced, remembering that she should probably say something because there was someone there to listen.
     
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  2. The Creature

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    The end of Days. Something talked about in books of almost every culture The Creature had read about and here it was, looming over Pandora like a predator. He saw the cities shake and crumble. His thoughts went to his old friends in the underground. But he knew they would know how to survive, they had spent their whole lives surviving. He supposed he could have been useful with his enhanced agility and strength but what reason did he have to be? He had been an outsider his whole life thanks to something he couldn't control, thanks to a life he did not ask for but was given anyway. The looks, the whispers, the aura of fear that surrounded his very presence. Let it all end he thought, the words he'd shared with his father were wrong, the world was cruel, circumstances had made him the monster so why not live like one, alone and away from it all, even during times of disaster. Except he wasn't truly alone, the charge he had vowed to protect, Chell, was there with him. They were safe in their wilderness home, far away from the crumbling buildings. The suffering and he planned on keeping it that way. He had no idea what would happen next but he planned on moving further away from the towns when possible. It'd be easier to keep her safe there. The shaking in the ground did little to move him as he sat and watched Chell, the cabin had been a good place to hide out. But what was she looking at.

    Then she spoke and he shot up to his feet. "No, it's not our problem. It's too dangerous to risk ourselves for people we don't even know." The Creature was adamant, he would stop her, somehow, he didn't want to try and harm her but he would not let her go into that city.
     
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    Chell glanced over her shoulder as she continued her efforts to pack supplies as efficiently and as lightly as she could. An eyebrow arched just a little as she looked at him skeptically. Her eyes shifted back to what she was doing with a gesture that might have been shaking her head a little.

    "I didn't ask you to go," she pointed out. While she needed their alliance and even wanted the companionship, she wasn't his child or the ward he sometimes seemed to think of her has. She would never be anyone's ward, anyone's patient, anyone's test subject ever again. She knew he would probably understand if she could put it into words, but she had never really tried. It tasted too bitter to think about it very often.
     
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    "You shouldn't either." The Creature was not her father, well in reality he was younger than her, but only by a technicality, if they were able to test the age of his parts he'd probably be ages older than her. But still he wasn't going to let her walk out into that mess. If the world was ending around them they should just hunker down and ride out the storm not go running into it like a fool. He stepped towards the door, trying to shut it. He was bitter, angry at the world, it was ending and he had never even truly been a part of it and he was bitter and just wanted to survive. Like a coward, but he wasn't about to admit that, he was going to go against her in this, he would usually back her, his friend. No he would try and stop her from throwing away her own safety for others who didn't give a damn about people like them. Science experiments that were just thrown away by those who created them, poked and prodded them.

    "What have they ever done for us? We're out here living in the woods because we're outcasts! I can't remember a time I wasn't pointed at and called a monster and you were trapped for most your life while they refuse to understand we didn't choose this life, they forced it upon us!"
     
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    Chell gawked at the Creature a little, her features forming into something of mild disgust for a moment before she let her shoulders slack just a little. "Who are 'they'?" she asked. "There are a lot of people out there. A lot of creatures, too. Not all of them are scientists, and we haven't even met all of them. And I don't like being trapped in here!"
     
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    The Creature almost flew into a rage, why he wasn't sure, maybe the way she said trapped came off to him as an accusation and that boiled his thick alchemical blood. But she had made a point, They was just something he could throw his anger at, They meant nothing, it just was a way for him to be mad at the world, to blame it for all his problems, all his pains, all his mistakes. The world could be cruel, but it could also be beautiful. But his heart was filled with a vulgar ugliness that he continued to hold onto. Even if guilt and shame was lightning it. He still was selfish and cared more for Chell, his friend and his charge to protect than he did about the world around them.

    "Chell...there's others who can help..why should we risk ourselves when others are more capable of helping....I may be strong, durable, faster than humans. But you could die...your boots can only do so much."
     
  7. Chell

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    "If I die..." Chell said, but then she decided to stop using words. She walked over to the door and pressed her way into its frame, feeling an eerie chill rush across her skin. She was too used to standing in doorways and not accustomed enough to speaking, let alone to anyone who would listen.

    She looked back over her shoulder at the Creature.

    "If I die, it'll just be me failing to beat the odds this time. But something is wrong out there... Do you think if we stay here it'll just leave us alone?"
     
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    The Creature looked hard at her, he wouldn't budge at first, not wanting to let her leave but finally he let out a forlorn sigh and stepped behind her, a hand resting on her shoulder. He had grown too complacent hiding away from the world and now there he was staring at it unraveling and he felt guilt and shame. He looked down to Chell and pulled his hand back, pushing hair from his face as he stepped back and grabbed his coat, the patchwork cloth draping almost to the floor. There wasn't much he could do to stop her that wouldn't be heavy handed and just lead to more guilt and resentment from her. So there was really only one option left. The Creature joined Chell once more by the door. "Then I suppose all I can do is refuse to let you go out there on your own." He was stronger, faster, more agile than most humans, perhaps he could do some good out there.

    Perhaps he could keep her alive.
     
  9. Chell

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    "Are you sure about that?" Chell asked, but after a moment there was a very small upturn to her lips. She wasn't going to refuse help from someone she mostly trusted, even if it might have suited her to try it more than once. Even if there was betrayal in her future, it wasn't worse than what might happen if they didn't do anything at all.