damnthisisheavy:

-Marty could only slightly grin at the purple haired scientist’s reassurance, feeling confident that she probably had confidence in him.-

Y-Yeah…as they say, we can accomplish anything…as long as we put our mind to it.

-The teen nodded and shifted the DeLorean into gear, facing the giant entrance way that stood before him. Looking at Rachel encourage him to go, Marty put a thumbs up, and with that, stepped on the gas pedal with full force.-

Don’t screw this one up, McFly!

-Marty drove the time machine up and through the gaping mouth on the laboratory’s walls, feeling a bump as he entered. Through the seemingly tunnel-like structure, he suddenly grew a sense of claustrophobia and felt as if his location was far away from Rachel’s lab already. Anxiously, from time to time, Marty checked the speedometer on the dashboard to make sure that the famous 88 miles per hour would be reached soon and he could head on home.-

24…37…31…45…50…47…43…46…

-Unfortunately, the DeLorean was undergoing some issues concerning the increasing of speed. Marty couldn’t tell if it was the car was becoming unsteady inside the tunnel, or if the teen himself was too paranoid to accelerate to such mileage, believing that he’d be speeding down to his own judgment.-

C’mon, c’mon! D-Damn it…!

-Remembering the box-like device given to him beforehand, Marty hurriedly pressed the red button and hoped that his new friend would be within contact.-

Doc, doc, okay…just wanna let ya know that I’m still alive, thankfully.

-Gulping, the teen attempted not to stammer and instead refocus the situation.-

My speed keeps middling round’ the 50s and 60s for some reason! J-Jesus, is this thing closing up on me already!?

-Marty took another look at the speedometer, which was still maintaining a constant rate, much to his chagrin. Desperate, he stepped onto the gas pedal with full force, causing the DeLorean to make a cacophonous screech as it pursued through the entrance way.-

*Something was wrong. Namely, the fact that she could still hear sounds that normally weren’t there in the laboratory: screeching tires, rumbling engines, her computing device desperately beeping. Awakening from her trance, Rachel darted towards the keyboard and activated the communicating program as fast as she could. Soon, Marty’s panicking face was plastered on her screen, just as the scientist’s own head and shoulders appeared in the form of a hologram being projected by the device itself.*

“Marty, what’s wrong?!”

*Quickly playing back the youth’s previous sentences, Rachel ran her fingers on the keys as fast as she could to run an analysis of the munching wall, from where the echo of Marty’s car could still be heard. What she saw wasn’t exactly reassuring, but at least it didn’t have anything to do with the strange thing digesting the time machine.*

“Okay Marty, listen closely… good news, you’re probably not gonna die. Bad news, the ‘wall’ is sapping away a part of the DeLorean’s engine’s power, keeping it from reaching full throttle.”

*She paused, not only to let it set in in Marty’s head, but also to devise a solution for the problem. There really weren’t many options, and those few didn’t guarantee a high degree of success. Nevertheless…*

“I will try something now, basically reversing the polarity and make an accumulator into a generator. This should make the power surge enough to interact with the car and give it a boost, although… anyway, you’ll be safe, I swear on my pride as a scientist!”

*As her fingers danced a desperate dance on the keyboard, Rachel couldn’t help but think how funny the previous sentence sounded; it was the first time she actually had spoken about scientist pride and other similar concepts. Could it be that Marty’s influence had rubbed on her in the weirdest way? Hardly the right question to ask herself, as the commands she sent to the laboratory’s structure were made into force of physics themselves, changing the internal structure of the “wall” into something different. An act on the level of a God, but woe to whoever would have even thought of telling her this! It took half a minute to input the necessary strings, during which screeching noises and strange movements were probably jolting the car quite violently. Only one last key now separated Rachel and Marty from the moment of truth.*

“…Here it goes!”

*Her index pressed the button hard. Surges of white and blue electricity-like energy shot around the DeLorean, some of them rebounding on its structure, others looking as if they passed through it… now it all rested in Marty’s hands, along with Lady Luck’s.*

kyuketsuki-kuro:

His confused gaze travelled from the locked door to the scientist’s eyes and back to the door. He couldn’t understand what she was talking about, why wouldn’t he be able to go out of there? Actually, he had some problems in remembering how he got inside that laboratory just a few hours before, but he solved the matter giving the fault to the dizziness of the operation. But also he didn’t remember where exactly was the building where he was, and maybe he could admit that he didn’t have any idea about how he could go home from there. He followed Rachel and gazed at what she was writing with a curious look. “Eh? What do you mean by this? Where… and when?! But…”.

He placed the buzzing jar on the floor next to his feet to slid his hand on his forehead with a surprised feeling floating in his mind. If he had to admit it, he couldn’t even sense what was out of there, though his soul could usually explore wide places… unless they were in another dimension, but it was impossible, no? “Uh… Rachel”, he said calmly. “Would you be so kind to explain me where is your laboratory? I’m afraid I am a bit… lost”. 

*Rather than answer, Rachel simply shook her head as she continued to tap, inserting more command strings than the common ones to try and find the spatial anomaly that had temporarily connected her laboratory with Dante’s reality. If she tried to explain right now, all her effort would have turned into a mushy mass of decayed matter inside the vampire’s head, the notion being a possible shock for even the most jaded minds.*

“Not an easily reachable place, I can tell you that much, Dante. The fact that you happened here is a coincidence, a one in a trillion possibility… or maybe it was a quadrillion?”

*She paused, seriously trying to remember the incredibly long equation that summarized such phenomena. It took a few seconds to finally shrug it off as pointless, seeing as Dante hardly struck her as the mathematician type.*

“Anyway. Important thing is, it seems that the signal is still fresh, so if I manage to… ah, there!”

*The connection was established with a low enough margin of error to assure the scientist that she had catched the right one. And if it wasn’t the case… well, not her problem, right? She then shuffled into one of the desk’s drawers, taking out a black rectangular item with a single red button on it, which she took to Dante.*

“Should you ever want to come back here, push that button. That’s all you need to know. And with that, I bide you goodbye, Dante… make good use of those.”

*Her finger pointed towards the jar, a subtle smile creeping on her lips.*

“…Because I’ll want to know how field testing has gone.”

rinsatsuki:

lunariansage:

Mikoto trembled and gripped Rachel as she sobbed into the girl’s shoulder. Empathic abilities would tell her that the girl was only pitying her, and that the love was reactionary rather than unconditional, but she didn’t care. Reason was drowned out by her overwhelming emotions and basal craving for the acceptance that her mother provided, even if just for the moment. “Mo… mwommy…”

The pulsing darkness stopped. The gaps faded away, and the world around them shifted from black to grey, leaving an empty space of nothing. The door near the pair seemed to begin to loom closer as the world slowly collapsed like the deflation of a massive balloon. “W-wet us go… cannot stay here…” The door creaked open now, warped slightly by the forces of an infinite space slowly compressing in. Despite everything, Mikoto’s grip on Rachel remained firm and desperate, her reliance on the purple-haired girl absolute.

“Exactly!” Dr. D said rather cheerfully. “Exactly so. I knew that you had a good head on your shoulders!”

“Yes, the void of the IL does indeed fill the void with the same ideas as what created the original Rachel, for the most part.” She continued. “And when those ideas come together, another IL being is born to take her place, with virtually the same form and mindset as the previous IL being, in this case, Rachel.”

“Now, as for how I can exist at the same time as your Rachel… Consider the fact that Rachel’s disgust towards the IL counts as an idea that can form and be a part of creating an IL being… Consider the fact that said idea is a very persistent idea, due to the fact that it is her whole motivation for leaving the IL, and is something that most variations would end up supporting in one way or another, as my research has revealed…” She said, before giving a slight smirk, knowing that Chel would figure out the implication of her next words…

“…and consider the fact that there is nothing that would stop the newly created IL being from leaving the IL itself, and thus causing the process to repeat itself…”

(OOC: Short post is short, but often better than longer ones, so long as you know what you’re doing. Also, it’s easier to wing it when doing short posts, so…)

*As much as Chel’s expressions lacked variations most of the time, Dr D. was managing to do the next-to-impossible by tearing the neutral façade out and substituting it with a variety of faces that easily betrayed the little girl’s nature as a clone of Rachel. It seemed as if Dr D’s influence had some kind of property that interferred with the girl’s normal thought processes, ruining her otherwise calm demeanor. Nevertheless, she tried to keep her cool, the chair spinning slowly until it was upside down along with the occupant.*

“Sho the mosht improbable posshibility happened. But lingering thoughtsh that interfere with the IL from the inshide? Thish ish jusht…”

*Whatever this notion was, Chel couldn’t say, for the entrance door slowly opened without creaking to support the theatrical timing; the pair of figures entered the room, the taller one pushing the door back into its frame, in a gesture that was more significant than it seemed. As if she was closing a rather bad chapter of both her and Mikoto’s lives.*

“Did we miss something? Ah.”

*Rachel’s already weary expression darkened even more as she made contact with Dr D’s eyes once again. The last thing she needed right now was to have her around after such an ordeal-which was her fault in the first place.*

“You’re still here, I see.”

*It was rather easy to deduce what her tone implied. Had she shouted “GET OUT OF HERE!”, the message wouldn’t have been conveied just as equally. She turned to the only other face that she was willing to see, finding it odd to see it in reverse.*

“We were shtill dishcusshing Dr D’sh exishtence, Big Shish. We were nearly finished.”

*Rachel didn’t answer. Still gripping Mikoto’s hand, she reached for the Personal Computing Device’s keyboard and tapped a few keys, turning back towards the entrance. Chel could recognize that sequence without even looking at it directly: tugging lightly the child with her, the scientist opened the door, beyond which stood the tranquil, silent bedroom.*

“I don’t care. I won’t change my previous words: you’re not welcome here.”

*Her words sounded like a pre-registered message, lacking the hatred they should have expressed. Turning her barely opened eyes toward Mikoto, Rachel tried to force a smile out, just to give her a parvence of reassurance.*

“Mommy’s pretty tired now, and I guess you are too after all this… should we take a nap?”

*Chel stood silent, her gaze fixated on pretty much nothing. Not Rachel, nor Mikoto or Dr D. This was the first time that the child wasn’t sure as for what to do.*

asktheunblessedhero:

demonlordpivi:

yarnandkoopashells:

Some retard ass hick worm in a suit does random shit in space. He always get cockblocked at the end of the game.

Some retarded blue haired fag tries to become king with some whore and an angel slut 
>:I 

Tell me how to make Luka’s life sound even shittier and I will do this.

[[So this jerkass who can become some kind of Power Ranger-esque bunch of monsters teams up with a German slut, a dirty old man with his (not) inflatable love doll, a wolf who can’t even speak, a gay vampire who doesn’t even fight who swings around phallic objects, an Italian slut who does things with herbs or cards or whatever nobody cares about her because she’s stupid, an annoying brat that’s also like the princess of Russia or whatever and an emo Japanese samurai who can also turn into a woman or skinny sumo wrestler who fights with phallic objects to go around Eurasia to remove some nasty dildo from the jerkass’ ass or chest or whatever while fighting phallic and other genital imagery, a douche who wants to fill the world with red lights who make people mad like cocaine addicts, some Russian guy who looks like some 50’s evil guy reject and a Japanese guy with a chin the size of a battleship who comes out from nowhere to become a giant mecha struck with grief because he lost his girlfriend but it wasn’t really his girlfriend but some kind of clone or whatever lolol double fail, and then they fuck up time and what the hell so that was all pointless?

Shadow Hearts 2 in a nut, and yet I feel like this STILL sounds awesome.]]

Big Shish?

What is it?

About Noir…

Shh! As I already said, no more will be spoken about that.

Secreeet~

shadowraygun:

It was almost like a delayed effect, as Noir feels heat rushing up to her face. She released one hand to loosen up her tie and collar before letting a small smirk cross her face.

“Doctor Blue? I rather like that, Doctor Purple. And of course, multiple testing is the only way to be sure…” Her eyes glowed. “Ah, but only if my fellow scientist allow, of course…”

The teasing tone remain, of course.

*Rachel’s lips finally extended into a smile of their own, her head briefly shaking left and right. Such silliness was so unappropriate for the both of them…*

Going by the textbooks, fellow colleague. That’s my policy… but you already know that, of course.

*A couple of kids playing together, the kind of games that parents prohibited. But they didn’t have such restrictions: as Rachel gripped Noir’s hand and yanked her in another, more private room, she could barely stifle her giggle as she thought of how much they had waited to play this particular game.*

shadowraygun:

The Shadow would have smirk, if she have the mind power to do such a thing. She leaned forward just that fraction needed to make any contact between them, and everything else she was thinking just vanish from her mind. What function of her mind there is, was used to instruct her arms to finish what she started: trap the girl within her arms.

When she find her voice again, she only manage a whisper.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

*The scientist could have sweared that her existence ceased right in the moment that she and the Shadow finally tasted each other, her arms moving automatically to grab that white coat as if that was the only concrete thing that her fingers could curl around on. It didn’t make any sense. This wasn’t her at all. That was not Rachel the scientist partaking in such a sensation, but Rachel the girl, the one who seeked the affection her other part denied. As their lips finally divided, hers were still half-open, silently asking for more, her grip tightening on the Shadow’s labcoat.*

Y-yes… but I’m not so sure.

*One of her hands managed to miracolously let go to adjust the glasses, which had moved, as she tried to take on her usual, more professional expression.*

Multiple tests should be made to prove a theory, right, Doctor Blue…?

askurza:

“Harpie puberty eh?  How perfect, you see this book I found seems to cover all the stages of harpy development.  Including Harpy puberty.”  Urza scratched his head for a moment as he realized how foolish that line was.  “Naturally there are some issues, ignoring little Che-Aria’s behavior as a harpy, I’m not sure if her individual species would be covered in this book.”  That may have to do with her possibly being part metathran.  But I’ll pretend I don’t acknowledge that possibility.  “Would it be possible for you to come here and just reference what is in the book, or better yet could you bring Aria and I can check myself.”

*At this point, the usual could have happened and Chel would have found some way or another to phrase a “no”, close the communication, and return to whatever activities she was enjoying. Fact is, Chel is not the one she calls “Big Shish”, which is why the only thing that separated her answer from Urza’s request was a simple blink of her eyes.*

Coming right over.

*After setting up the coordinates, leaving Rebecca with instructions to maintain the laboratory in their absense and managing to calm up the giddy Aria from the excitement of finally abandoning the laborayory - quite the task, seeing as she was slightly taller then Chel - the two girls went through the entrance door, ending up into Urza’s vast library’s floor.*

We are here, No Eyesh. Jusht be shure not to check Aria in weird waysh, okay?

Such a mature voice… well, most of the time. I think that “Emma” one fits me the best though.

Aria’s voice sound happy!

[[And now I won’t be able to take off the thought that Rachel sounds like BASTILA.]]