dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

["Abnormalities were formed by researching the limits of human potential," Faust says, her voice calm and unaffected. "This one in particular is known for its regeneration capabilities. Of course, it is recommended we don't study it directly. Unless you have certain...genetic capabilities...you may be driven into madness. "

Sinclair quietly thinks it wouldn't take that much. For some...He squeezes his wrist.]

[ The reason for the footage now makes a lot more sense. Arvel can't say that he's comfortable looking at the thing already by the footage alone. And now he's concerned about something else, but he turns to the Zwei team.

"Do you think the vault can hold it?" ]

[ There's a pregnant pause, as Faust looks for a delicate way to appease everyone. But Sinclair keeps staring flatly at the vault ]

...not for long. Maybe a month. But at some point, it will lure someone in. And then that person will open it.

[He had seen this footage far too many times. And that vault seems too accessible. It was designed at the height of pride.]

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[ Arvel looks at Dongrang after Sinclair speaks up. Well, he's had enough of this for maybe a lifetime.

"Well, Mr. Dongrang. It was a pleasure to be here. I will be heading back, because this is as far as my schedule will allow. However, my secretary here can act in my stead. Isn't that right?"

The fact that the CEO didn't come to greet them personally was already insulting. Arvel seems to be on the refusing side, but this would also happen to be a great experience for someone who's still learning.

So the secretary steps up as Arvel is now accompanied by several of his own bodyguards as he leaves. ]

Honestly, you suck at appealing for your own case. Maybe you should hire someone to do the talking for you.

[ The secretary with the long sandy brown hair into a low bun and green eyes speaks with a voice that is extremely familiar to some members of the team. ]

Then maybe you could have had a chance at persuading him. Let researchers do what they do best and let the people who know how to talk handle negotiations. And now you want to use this creature to realize your goals when you don't even have a good way of securing it? You really called the Severines with this? No wonder he's insulted.

[ hello he's been here all along ]

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[Sinclair stares. He had assumed--but--how?? What?? Dongrang's smile becomes very fixed, as if it was clear to him it had been a test on every level. And he failed miserably. Sinclair wonders though...

Why have the lead researcher do this? What was the plan?

"I'm not sure what Limbus Company means of this - this vault has the optimum security features - you must be sorely mistaken if you believe it could crack this vault."

Sinclair shakes his head and Faust looks disinterested.

"Security is only as strong as its weakness. And I'm afraid there are many weaknesses in your staffing."

Sinclair knew what that meant - it only took one individual to find the creature appealing. One individual overcome with hubris, and then...]

...we can't leave it here.

[ Oria doesn't think Sinclair's team can just take it back when they helped secure it, but that isn't his problem right now. It could be later, but not right now. ]

Putting aside that you must know what it means to reveal this creature to us, they're the ones who actually secured it, so if anything, they're the ones who know its power better than anyone else. I'm pretty sure that wouldn't even take a month for it to be added to a list of workplace hazards under "strictly avoided under every circumstance".

["Indeed. Mr. Dongrang, when we assisted in its original capture and subjugation, protocols had been laid out clearly on how to manage this abnormality. A facility that could contain it, staff had to be assessed..." Faust says, her gaze calm and assessing.

"Now, see here--our CEO had great visions and faith in this and Mr. Dongrang," Samjo says, perhaps erroneously. Sinclair feels a headache come on, throbbing and aching. Just like last time...

"Your vision is too short sighted," Dongrang says, finally with a thin smile. "Our CEO's vision truly is grand and to support us will allow you to transform the world in a way it hasn't seen before. Surely, CCCorp's technology hadn't been formed on its own. No, it had one of its own, hadn't it? An 'abnormality'."

Dante looks aggrieved - how Sinclair knew that when Dante never removed his mask, was beyond him but......he's not translating all of that (that is too rude, Dante???), but

He's beginning to angry now too]

People died because of it. Like they will with this one--

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You can say the vision is grand and world changing all you want, but you're already clashing with your two possible benefactors. Not only are you blatantly disregarding the protocols that were specifically laid out for you, you're pretty much spitting on Limbus Company and trying to bring up an example that had ended in failure.

[ He crosses his arms. Oria understands what Sinclair is trying to appeal for (blatant disregard of human life), but Oria already has a feeling that Dongrang doesn't give two shits about that with how he presented the conveyor belt chickens. He has to target what Dongrang would actually care about. ]

I don't see what the Severines or Limbus Company will be getting out of this deal if you continue to carelessly throw your words out. I'd suggest you actually hire a negotiator before you dig yourselves into a deeper pit before you kiss your chances goodbye.

[ "It is as you say. I'm not very good at negotiating," Dongrang laughs easily. "It's not a position that suits me, yet, we were left with no choice when the threats came in."

"Threats?" Ishmael asks this time.

Sinclair wonders if Dongrang had been set up himself. Even now, surely, he should realise what had gone wrong.

Then the earpiece on Dongrang begins to hiss.

"Dongrang, there is a disturbance on level 15 that requires your assistance immediately ."

Dongrang pauses, murmurs something and then gestures Samjo to escort them out.

"I shall take your words into consideration. For now, please wait here. It seems there is a matter I must attend to. Mr. Samjo, if you could please escort them to a safer area--"

Safe?

There's barely a moment to register anything before explosions go off in the distance.]

[ Oria's head jerks up when the explosions are heard and looks at Dongrang— ]

Hey, what the fuck is going on—

[ "A certain number of ex-employees with a grudge against our company had stolen equipment from us," Dongrang explains as he hurries down the hall. "Of course, we had contracted Limbus originally to retrieve it some months ago, but other issues arose during that time." The mass coma event, basically.

"Although the equipment was retrieved, the data was not, and so we find ourselves in a situation where we had to create counter measures. Mr. Samjo--"

And the rest of them are lead down the opposite path, presumably to the emergency exits, when Sinclair looks up]

...is it just me or are those drones acting oddly?

... You know there's something terrible about to happen when machines stop acting the way they're supposed to. Let's hurry.

[ He wonders about his bodyguards. They must be frantically searching for him right now, but he presses the emergency button in his pocket but in a "I'm alive" sort of notice and that they don't come to look for him and uselessly lose their lives. ]

[ "Manager, I don't believe allowing us to be funnelled into a narrow corridor with winding stairs is optimal for our survi-" The drone drops down lower and then charges straight towards Sinclair.

Ah.

There's only a second before Sinclair jumps out of the way, dragging Oria with him to avoid the glass that shatters everywhere.

More drones appear, taking advantage of the opening created.

A silence falls before Faust hums and agrees.

"Splitting into multiple groups to access all exit points seems most optimal to avoid the drones." And now there sure were more drones drifting in. Sinclair stays ducked behind a desk, reaching for his baton. Did he charge it up again? He's sure he did. Ughh

To Oria]

...are you okay?

[ He was sort of expecting this, but not to this extent. Oof. ]

... Yeah, thanks.

[ He's free of glass cuts thanks to Sinclair's efforts. ]

Splitting up to avoid the drones is a good idea. I don't see why we can't at least go in pairs from how big your team is.

[ If there is anything else in the way, he's pretty sure they prepared themselves for that too.

He would have brought an electronic disrupter if he thought machines were going to be a part of this instead of only live humans. Alas. ]

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[ There's a flurry of signs but it seemed that everyone was in agreement. Split up and get out alive. Then more drones come in, this time armed and Sinclair nearly
jumps when he receives a buzz from his phone ]

--oh. They got the maps to us.

[ Time to follow it and get out of here?]

Lead the way.

[ Good thing he's wearing shoes he can run in. Once everyone separates, Oria looks over at Sinclair. ]

When we get low enough, do you wanna jump out a window if we can't get down otherwise?

[ He has something like a grenade. Don't test him. ]

The attackers might be weird.

Why is that our--

[He can't get over how weird it is to hear Oria's voice out of a face that doesn't seem like Oria's at all. But also jumping out a window???]

[ Instincts take over as he catches sight of a drone coming up behind them. He swings his baton, and smashes the drone into a wall, electricity arcing through it. One down...too many to go]

[ Nice! That was so cool to watch up close. ]

Do you have an idea where I should be shooting these? I have some hollow point rounds.

[ Aim at the eye-adjacent things? He looks at the one Sinclair just smashed, but he can't tell with the wreckage. ]

I think that's where the processing core is.

[Sinclair puts his radio piece back in. Ahhh]

Yeah. If you shoot there it should take them down.

[ It was more finesse than Sinclair's tactics at least]

Alright.

[ Oria takes out a very familiar handgun that Sinclair saw from Fragment, the CZ75, except this one isn't pure silver in color. Either way, he starts loading hollow point bullets as they get a move on. ]

... So you subdue those sort of things, huh?

...yeah. [ Sinclair nods, rubbing his wrist as they stay hidden. The next lot of drones were armed, so they had to be careful. He doesn't ask how Oria knew to come equipped with that]

It's pretty unbelievable right?

Yes, absolutely. I feel like I got shoved into a science fiction movie. To think I thought people were your greatest enemies instead of monsters...

[ Well, he's pretty sure humans are still very much involved with abnormalities, but still. ]

And something about being resistant to them. Is that what your company is made up of? And why you in particularly were scouted?

[Sinclair nods, looking away. Or maybe he's just scouting for a clear path]

...yeah. We have this...genetic resistance and compatibility, I guess. Something in our brain lets us resist a lot of the issues Abnormalities inflict on people normally.

[If it was just down to willpower...if it were that simple]

We're just the clean up team.

You know how unbelievable that sounds after all that I just saw, right? I can believe the genetic stuff more than you being just part of the clean up team.

[ Maybe he's just a part of the really versatile cleanup team. ]

Hm. I wonder if your company is gonna use this as leverage of saving me so we owe the company compensation or whatever.

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