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dappledleaves2023-12-06 12:16 pm
insinning) wrote in dappledleaves2023-12-06 12:16 pmTHE WORLD: PSL LIFE
[Here be all the psl threads]
insinning) wrote in dappledleaves2023-12-06 12:16 pm
POST-GAME party continuation w/ Oria
It's been nice, seeing everyone again - except this was really seeing them again. There were a few people that Sinclair had been hoping to see but maybe couldn't have made it which was slightly disappointing, but that was fine. Those were people he had held onto through Mutter anyway.
So Sinclair drifts from the main party once he's done catching up, poking through the ridiculously big mansion. How is it so big in the inside??]
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Oria is finally done and catches Sinclair after he's completely done with his tasks, emergencies not withstanding. He jumps to hug Sinclair from the back once he finds him though. ]
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SKATE DATE
But hey, at least he can drive now. No, Fragment was not an accurate depiction of his normal driving skills. He picks up Sinclair and then finally arrive at the skate rink! There's an actual skate park attached to it, but that portion is outdoors.
There's a lot of people here for some reason, which makes Oria slightly exasperated. ]
Should we go to a different place...? If I knew there would be this many people, I would have rented out the entire place beforehand.
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[ Sinclair blinks, looking around. Ah, there's really no room is there...
Both of them having a lot of free time with each other is rare, and he'd rather make the most of it. He'll still be in the Valley for some time at least. Anyway with the tricks Oria liked to pull, well, emptier was better. Thank god for Oria having a car though. ]
I don't mind but if this means we'll keep bumping into people, maybe a different place would be best.
[ Sinclair doesn't intend on doing anything crazy but Oria might]
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I think the skate park outside is less crowded. Come on. You can go rent some skates and I'll go check it out.
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BAD_END_NIGHT.MP3
However, Kayser Corp brought the Severines on a ruse to eliminate competition. They know how far they've gone in realizing advanced technology in various methods and are quickly becoming a monopoly on said things. They don't fund an experiment without heavy compensation. The Severines may be known for ethical pursuance in developing said technology and Arvel having been "kind" and "shows mercy" to his competitors... but he's not a naive fool.
The building is cold--chilled to the bone. Oria is luckily wearing a suit, but he still feels awfully cold. He hates temperatures on both ends. Just give him room temperature please and forever. Thank you. But it also reminds him of a hospital from how sterile it is. Oria's used to the feeling of being watched, but there's something about this environment that makes it feel even more unpleasant than usual. He's used to people having attempts at his life, after all.
So now they're at the hearing between Arvel, the director of Kayser Corp, and a representative from Limbus Company. Oria stands behind his father as if he's an assistant, with his eyes keenly on everyone in this room. The others stand outside--mostly bodyguards. The atmosphere feels tense. It really doesn't help with Oria trying to keep up with the ongoing conversation as well as taking notes and trying to understand to poke holes in the logic or to see if his father does it first.
It'll be a rough night. ]
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'... that's not acceptable. Limbus Company can't accept such terms.'
[His brow furrows. Since when was Dante this aggressive in anything?
And Kayser Corp, with Samjo leading his team...]
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"It seems Limbus Company and I can't come to an agreement. You both have the ideas, but can you realize them?"
He talks civilly, courteously, and calmly.
"What do you think, Mr. Samjo?"
While it's true that the funding is important, the group could just refuse to give it and turn around to aid Kayser Corp's rivals instead. And they can't have that.
The tension thickens. ]
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Meeting with K(ayser) Corp
After that, he got cracking down on researching all he could about Kayser Corp so that he could prepare himself. The Information Age has been a constant throughout millenia. Knowledge could give him the upper hand. When asking his father about the company, he just responded with a "yes, I know that" and "you should stop watching horror movies before bed, Oria".
When Arvel Severine arrives, he is closely followed by a male secretary with a long sandy brown hair that's tied in a low spherical bun, also in a black and white suit with a tie, the classics. His green eyes seem pretty sharp when observing his surroundings as he closely follows Arvel.
Looking up, is that a conveyor belt with... chickens?
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Now that they're seated inside the meeting room with the bodyguards on standby outside, they quietly wait while getting documents in order. ]
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Sinclair isn't fond of Samjo. But he's even less fond of Dongrang, who is all congenial smiles and empty eyes, whose gaze assesses each and every one of the Zwei team while seeming to look right past them. Except one. But Yi Sang doesn't respond to any of that, leaving Sinclair sighing to himself as he follows after Faust and Dante, trying to remember the explanation for why he had been chosen to be the speaker for Dante. But as the others not chosen ready themselves to line up outside and wait, Dongrang laughs and waves them all in.
"Nonsense, nonsense. You're all the Zwei team, so feel free to enter--ah, Mr. Samjo there's no need to cause a fuss about protocol."
As they enter the room, he feels an odd tug at his consciousness and he glances over at Dante
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...um. Mr Dongrang, our executive manager would like to know the purpose of the conveyor belt of chickens...
[And then they all file into the meeting room and Sinclair's eyes land on the Severine secretary.
...huh?]
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Arvel is also amused by the question.
"Yes, please. Tell us. From what I am aware, Kayser Corp has no food establishment completed nor in progress." ]
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dreamer of human wholeness aka the day we saw the human centipede
It's just that the group had gotten to them first, kidnapping Arvel and Oria. Kromer wanted to see Sinclair, after all. Oria would be good bait. It was only two hours from the new day that they had gone missing that the mother, Kaleria, who is absolutely crazed about ridding anywhere she could see of extremist groups, had hired a raid that involved Limbus Company and more mercenaries to take down Kromer and her faction for good. Sarabi? She fears no terrorist group, especially Sarabi. She's been at odds with them for so long, and she heavily regrets not being able to take them out sooner before her family was directly affected. That's the last time she listens to her husband... for various reasons.
What happened in the following hours were excruciatingly painful.
After being kidnapped, Kromer had personally taunted Oria about Sinclair and wounded Arvel. The two were thrown into a room together--Oria with a particular shock collar clamped around his throat. He thought that as long as they staunched the blood flow, Arvel could survive despite how they were stuck there. But in a sadistic twist, Oria would get increasingly painful and dangerous shocks from said collar unless he did as he's told. Of course, this being Oria, he remained defiant no matter what, especially when the order was to kill his father. Worried for his child, Arvel tells Oria that he shouldn't have to endure these sorts of things more than he has to. The words exchanged between the two will be something Oria will never forget when he drove the knife into his father's heart.
The death should have ended it, but that wasn't all. Oria continues to suffer shocks, because there were follow-up orders, such as carving out the heart organ from his father's corpse by using the same knife and then stomp on it. Desecrate the deceased corpse--his own father's corpse. Even through Arvel's sacrifice, Oria still had to do these things.
Sinclair, while on his rescue mission, would probably hear snippets of these stories from whatever guards that he comes across under Kromer. It was like an entire show that they took turns watching from a surveillance room with prison cameras trained on them. Most of Arvel and Oria's belongings were inside a bag in the surveillance room that Sinclair could retrieve if he wanted to.
And by the time Sinclair would make it into the prison room, the guard had the key to the steel door and the collar so it would be easy to get in. And he gets there, he'll see a white room with nothing in it apart from the puddle of blood and smears of it here and there, splatter marks, the works. Arvel's head has been jaggedly sawed off at the top with the once compacted brain strewn about like flimsy wet noodles.
Oria's hands are bloody, but the owner of said hands is also facing the blank white wall on the other side from the mangled corpse. He's gone pale, probably cried at some point but is no longer doing so, breathing is labored and a chore, and no thanks to the shock collar, there are also burn marks around his neck. ]
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Morgan's words...Morgan had apologised for them. He had taken it back. But all Sinclair could think was that he really should have killed Kromer before she had a chance to touch anyone he loved.
There's no mercy for the guards when Sinclair cuts a bloody swathe through them. He leaves them alive. But they'll wish they were dead. Their words, their mockery all fuel Sinclair's frantic rush for Oria, despite everyone trying to tell him to cool his head.
His mind has never been clearer. He steps over the body of the final guard, keys in hand and opens the door.
He stares, at the blood, the body, at Oria...
He was too late.]
Oria...
[ Sinclair slips off his trench coat and drapes it over the body for some semblance of dignity. Then he's kneeling by Oria, hands trembling as he unlocks the collar. He feels sick. He feels angry.
Aah. Everyone involved in this should just ---. He should rip them to shreds and ----]
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... Emil.
[ His voice is uncharacteristically quiet. No more words come out as he squeezes his hand so, so tightly before the grip loses its strength. He feels like crying again, but he already feels that he ran out of tears to cry. ]
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Recovery period
On one of those days while recovering, Oria can be found in the pool, sitting on the stairs that gradually lead people into the pool. He has a t-shirt and something like cargo shorts that end at his knees. It looks like these were specifically bought for this purpose. His legs are stretched outwards and he's moving them in the water. Lax physical therapy, just like the time when he woke up after two months of body disuse.
The pool is well protected despite it being outdoors. The bodyguards are always out of sight, but Oria knows that they're still around.
He sighs as he continues to move his legs in the water. ]
Boring...
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Sinclair joins Oria outside, in his own shorts and a short sleeved hoodie as he moves further into the water. His bruising has mostly faded by now and there's only a lingering ache]
You just got out of the hospital.
[He's long given up on trying to figure out where the bodyguards are stationed. Out of sight, out of mind]
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I was in the hospital for like... 10 days. I wasn't even awake for seven of those. I wanna do something, but I don't wanna swim either.
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kidnapping incident
But what isn't that is when Sinclair goes into a quieter place in the area, he gets grabbed and gagged with a strong chloroform washed cloth. Ever since their public outing, it's been recognized that Oria and Sinclair have been dating. And of course, the kidnappers think that Sinclair is just some thin, anxious scrawny guy who works a desk job. That's totally what a clerk means, right?
The next time he wakes up, he'll find himself tied up to a chair in an abandoned place. There's rope around his torso to the backrest of the chair, his wrists tied together behind said chair, and his legs tied on each front leg of the chair. He's pretty bound, but at least it's just rope. They didn't confiscate whatever is on his person either, except for one thing. The kidnappers might be kinda stupid in a way...
The two kidnappers are a short man and a tall man. There aren't many descriptions about them because they both have a ski mask over their face. Very typical. Very uncool. If Oria saw them, he'd say that they're so cliche that they're begging to get their butts kicked.
Alas, Oria isn't here.
"Twenty million would be like a penny for the Severines, wouldn't it?"
"One billion. Minimum."
"We can go higher than that! Besides, now is the best time to wreck havoc, now that the head Severine is dead. The family must be in shambles. Anyway, call him up!"
"But we don't have their number. Should we just call the corporation?"
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The shorter one tosses Sinclair's phone at the guy's face. At least it's caught.
"Ow! That hurts, you bastard!"
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He had just been doing some shopping, and then someone grabbed him and...
Ah. If the others learned this happened to him, they'd never let him live it down...]
Um...sorry. Just...
[ Maybe if he speaks very nicely to the kidnappers, they'll let him go? He fidgets with the ropes testing them. Hopefully they didn't tie it too tightly. He'll play dumb]
What are you trying to do?
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That should tell Sinclair all about his current situation right now. The ropes are tied, but not tight enough to cut off circulation or anything. Sinclair should be able to free himself with his experience eventually.
"Kid, you're being held hostage. Severine would pay real good to get you back, wouldn't he?"
Not plural. He definitely means Oria. There's really something about that, since long ago, Oria always told people to call him by his first name instead of his family name, because he'd think they'd be referring to his father.
There's no one to get mistaken for now.
"Well, if he doesn't show up, then we can probably sell you off."
The taller one stares at Sinclair to the point it could be unnerving.
"10k, maybe?"
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TCORP TIME
But when Heathcliff received an invitation to a party from the daughter of one of Timetrack's leading executives, it was an opportunity that couldn't be missed. After all, if they could get a lead into Timetrack's research, they could potentially track down leads to other Abnormalities hiding under the surface. So the higher ups at Limbus Company planned. And planned.
And that's how Sinclair found himself with long blonde hair, swept back neatly into braid, clad in a modest maid's outfit and a face done up with make up to try and disguise some of his features without it being too obvious. Who knew Rodya had those skills with make up...
They've been split into teams for this. Sinclair to try and find his way to any back rooms, Faust to keep a leash on Heathcliff and Meursault to deliver any instructions over the earpiece Sinclair kept hidden in his hair.
This is both a party to unveil their new line of engines that could potentially break the barrier of physics to improve the speed of jets and train engines and a way to track down further investors by bringing them into a small meeting during the party. But anyone that knew Timetrack also knew they were neck deep in a lot of weapons development and were a conglomerate in their home country.
So Sinclair knocks on a door politely and pushes a cart into a meeting, keeping his head low and trying his best to disappear from sight at a spontaneous meeting that popped up with the high ranking executives and owners of many corporations around the world. A lot of alcohol is being poured...]
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The meeting continues as smoothly, but really. It's more of a party. There would be no formal meeting with alcohol involved.
Most adults leave Oria to gather around Kaleria. She seems to be holding on her own well enough. It leaves Oria to finally catch a breather.
But then someone else comes on over. She has long black hair that's tied into a pretty bun and she's wearing a modest dress. Other than that, she looks plain. Her eyes are purple though, and she seems to radiate some sort of naivete on the shy side. However, she's not used to the shoes, so she almost sprains her ankle, but collapses. Oria isn't pretty close to where she fell, so he walks on over, asking her if she's hurt among other things. Her face is a deep red. Maybe Oria sounds like he's flirting... ]
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His efforts remain fruitless.
Despite his busy schedule, Oria forcibly makes time to meet Sinclair at the pier, since he has one free day before they're shipped back to Seattle. He plans to make this trip brief, because he's sure Sinclair wants to rest from all that even though he doesn't know what happened on the ship. Oria planned a little cafe date or just perhaps going to the park after for a peaceful time. He didn't tell Sinclair, because he's been out of service for weeks. He can still change plans though. It'll be fine. Probably.
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The ocean was a liminal space, with no sense of law or order once land disappeared from your sight. Most weren't built for it. They all got to see first hand what happened when a crew lost their minds.
Sinclair had spent that time fidgeting with his earring more than he should have. A comforting touch. But even then...
Ahab and her crew were barely hanging onto their humanity when they were found.
And beyond them, the abnormality pulsed behind them, binding them to the wreckage of the deep sea fishing vessel.
They pulled through, somehow in tears and relief. But they had been stuck, moored by pirates - the kind that sailed in lawless waters and thought this fancy ship had enough money to make it worthwhile.
Then Demian appeared. He was taller than what Sinclair remembered but his face unchanged. The sailor's life seemed to suit him, even though his pale skin didn't tan once under the relentless sun.
So when they return to land, Sinclair is smiling and laughing despite his injuries. And Oria will see a tall pale boy with dark hair, with a strikingly familiar blue scarf, lean over and whisper something to Sinclair that makes him fluster before he takes his leave.
Huh?? Huh????
Then he turns and sees Oria and he brightens again, despite his exhaustion and the throbbing of his sprained wrist]
Oria--!
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