Enma Institute [IC] Grounds of Enma
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				Title: <strong>Enma Institute [IC] Grounds of Enma</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 12:14:51</strong>
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				Link to OOC And Profiles (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=49708.0)<br><br>Link To Story/Recruiting Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=49546.0)<br><br><hr><br>The Grounds of Enma Insitute consist of the beautiful complex on the top, which resembles what looks like a mix between a resort and a hospital. Of course, underneath the beautiful and lavish exterior are underground labs and isolation cells.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enma Institute [IC] Grounds of Enma</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 03:19:34</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><em>From the notes of Dr. Jacob Doe.</em></span><br><br><em>Subject Draco is an interesting case, a person who claims to be a vampire- my personal suspicion is that undeath is a myth. Vampirism is an exposure to a retro virus that in some ways helps the body become more efficient. The heart does beat, just very slowly.<br><br>Draco also claims that for sustainability he has to only feed on the blood of young virgin women with the blood type AB-. A claim he's agreed to test in return for shelter from his enemies.<br><br>. . .<br><br>Test #57<br>Blood Donor - Young woman who has AB- blood but had a sexual encounter 24 hours previous to donation.<br>Responce- Draco described the taste as "disgusting".<br><br>. . .<br><br>Test #71<br>Blood Donor - Young virgin man who has AB- blood.<br>Response- Draco exhibited signs of social anxiety but did hold down the blood. It appears the insistance on female blood is more tied to sexual identity issues then actual nourishment.<br><br>. . .<br><br>Test #83<br>Blood Donor - Young woman with blood type AB-. According to all reports she's only had one sexual encounter, a non-consensual one when she was approximately 7 years old.<br>Responce- Draco appeared to be able stomach the blood, but began to act erratically within 12 hours of consumption. Behavior only became more disturbing with time, Draco terminated.</em><br><br>The scientist sighs, so close to unlocking the secrets of "undeath". With a sigh, he goes about the labs- considering the next expirement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enma Institute [IC] Grounds of Enma</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 04:11:16</strong>
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				<strong>Enma Institute</strong><br><strong>Sublevel 038</strong><br><strong>Isolation Ward</strong><br><strong>Cell 1369</strong><br><strong>Subject Mu-04</strong><br><br>It is a dark and nearly forgotten place, an old containment area hidden away in the deepest level of Enma's subterranean testing facilities.&nbsp; Maintenance is kept to a minimum.&nbsp; The neglect shows in the erratic flickering of the fluorescent lights overhead, in the layers of dust and grime coating the floors, and in the rust beginning to overtake the door of the lone cell at the end of the hall.&nbsp; A single aging guard sits next to it with a tasteless magazine lying in his lap.&nbsp; Sleeping.&nbsp; There is no reason for him to be alert.&nbsp; The woman behind the door wasn't going anywhere of her own accord.&nbsp; Nobody had been to visit her in quite some time.&nbsp; She probably didn't even notice.<br><br>The interior of the cell has fared quite a bit better than the hall.&nbsp; Vacuum sealed and blindingly spotless.&nbsp; She sits at its center in a simple wheelchair, dressed in a clean white smock and blindfold.&nbsp; The eyes behind the cloth unfocused.&nbsp; Dead.&nbsp; A beautiful porcelain face free of emotion.&nbsp; Hands and feet unbound.&nbsp; Wiry black hair cascading down her shoulders and over the back of the chair until it brushes against the floor.&nbsp; Finger and toenails long and jagged.&nbsp; A dull heartbeat within an unmoving chest.&nbsp; A woman frozen in time.&nbsp; Alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enma Institute [IC] Grounds of Enma</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blank</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 05:28:27</strong>
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				Victor walked through the clean halls of the research institute.&nbsp; The only sounds heard were the crisp sound of his shoes connecting with the floor as he walked and the soft hum of the ventilation system.&nbsp; It was clean, painfully clean in here.&nbsp; It was as though walking through some corridor of a forgotten alien artifact in some sci-fi movie.&nbsp; Perhaps the spotless scenery was a means to make sure inmates got lost in the labyrinth should they escape their cells.&nbsp; He wouldn’t doubt it if that were the case.&nbsp; Without a map, meaningful signs, or landmarks, it was easy to lose one’s self in the hellish maze of white uniformity.&nbsp; Perhaps it was more like a military base than some surreal structure.&nbsp; Quiet, solid, secure.&nbsp; Whatever it was, it was not a welcoming place.<br><br>The nurse stopped at a door to one of the labs and pulled out his identification card and flashed it by the sensor near the key pad.&nbsp; LED lights lit up the number pad it some random configuration on the key pad.&nbsp; The nurse punched in his identification code and the lock clicked on the door.&nbsp; Victor turned the doorknob, pulled open the door, and entered.&nbsp; It was another lab designed for the various experimentations done in the labs.&nbsp; The equipment mirrored most the other testing equipment found in other labs except for a few specialized instruments for the various test subjects.<br><br>The nurse spotted the man he was looking for.&nbsp; He crossed the room, dodging various pieces of equipment on the way to the man.&nbsp; “Pardon, Dr. Doe. I have a report from the R&amp;D department.&nbsp; They asked me to deliver this to you since I was heading this way.&nbsp; They thought you might find it useful.”&nbsp; He explained, handing the brown envelope of materials to the doctor.&nbsp; Victor didn’t know what was inside since the envelope was sealed beforehand, so he wasn’t able to provide any more information than that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enma Institute [IC] Grounds of Enma</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 09:17:24</strong>
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				"<strong>Thank you Victor,</strong>" Dr. Jacob Doe states with a sigh, taking the envelope. Hmm. . .of course he'd get more work done with R&amp;D not breathing down his neck. But then again, he'd also betray them the first chance he got if it was in his interest. So far so good on his secret power, the trick was to only use it when necessary and only in subtle ways. A few extra brain cells firing told Jacob that Victor was hiding something, but who wasn't? Probably something like an overdue library book or something.<br><br>Opening the envelope without delay, he takes a look at the contents carefully.
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				Post by: <strong>Blank</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 03:13:57</strong>
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				The nurse lifted a brow at the doctor and crossed his arms over his chest.&nbsp; "Something specific the matter or is it just one of those days, doctor?"&nbsp; The Victor asked.&nbsp; He actually wasn't entirely interested in the man's day rather the documents he held, if he was lucky he'd sneak a peek at them as the doctor handled them.&nbsp; Also he was was trying to stall between duties.&nbsp; He didn't care much for treating people like lab rats, but it was a necessary evil for the time being.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 07:35:29</strong>
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				"<strong>Something specific,</strong>" the doctor admits, "<strong>You didn't hear this from me, but let's just say you won't need to check on subject Draco any more. The self-styled vampire, before we learned much about his 'undeath' of course.</strong>" he says. Technically breaking protocol but it wasn't like Victor wouldn't find out anyway.<br><br>[OOC: Is the envelope a GM thing or do I make something up?]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enma Institute [IC] Grounds of Enma</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blank</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 08:21:32</strong>
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				((I just made it up on the fly unless the GM wants to do something with it.&nbsp; So for now, go ahead and make something up if you want or I can if you like.))<br><br>"Ah, that one.&nbsp; That is rather unfortunate.&nbsp; I thought there was significant potental with that subject."&nbsp; He lamented, nodding his head in understanding.&nbsp; "Can anything be salvaged?"
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 08:28:49</strong>
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				[OOC: I'm going to wait for a call on that. Good for you.]<br><br>"<strong>Possibly, I theorize it was a virus that partially rewrites it's host's DNA and the body is in cold storage.</strong>" he begins, grumbling mostly that they have yet to isolate the virus.<br><br>"<strong>I am glad to know most of the myths for killing vampires were exaggerated.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enma Institute [IC] Grounds of Enma</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 12:33:37</strong>
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				((R&amp;D can send whatever you want. Most of the technology is stuff that they made from experimenting on test subjects if that helps. Heck, would probably be a report asking him to send more or something.))
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				Post by: <strong>Jalina</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 23:17:32</strong>
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				Victoria panted, racing up the hill to the institute and praying she wouldn't be late. She'd set her alarm to go off two hours before she needed to clock in, but forgot to account for the time difference and woke up with a little over thirty minutes to figure out the hideous uniform, and navigate her way to the grounds. <br><br>Oh that uniform, she cried when it had been handed her. It, like the institute was streamlined, and functional, but unlike the nearly blinding building, was dark and muted. She was convinced some pervert designed these things, since it was tight and fitted perfectly to what little curves she had. The strange matching collar, while pretty and functional to track her movements on the grounds, was still as constrictive as the rest of the uniform, and that stupid little pouch... She hated it. All of it.<br><br>Normally she'd wear a set of pastel scrubs, maybe pink or mint, and toss on her tent of a lab coat and go back to being part of the wood work. This uniform clung to her, almost to tight, and made her entirely to self conscious for words. She wasn't even allowed her messenger bag, or to keep her hair in a pony tail! <br><br>"Unprofessional" is what she was told about her former uniform and appearance. She could wear whatever she wanted at home, but at work...She paused her running to catch her breath, and shudder at the thought of wearing this outfit day in and day out. Her eyes drifted up the hill to the institute, the building all sleek and modern, glittering in the morning light. <br><br>Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly, checking her watch and nodding to herself as she started walking towards the almost ominous doors. Her cheeks were flushed with exertion and nervousness, shoulder length hair unruly from her run. She opened the pouch at her hip, pulling out a small compact and checked her appearance, sighing at what she saw, running her fingers through her hair in a last ditch effort to tame it. Shaking her head, she put the small mirror away and pulled out her ID card, trying to ignore the picture* (http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s73/Scarlytte/V2-1.jpg) and slid it through the reader, desperate to remember what her code was as she stared at the blinking pad in growing frustration.<br><br>She hoped she wouldn't make a terrible impression with her tardiness on her first day, and looked around, hoping someone might happen by to let her in, "How in the hell did I ever get hired to THIS place?"<br><br>((*Note- I asked a friend of mine to put together a picture of Victoria for me. I have permission to post it here.))
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 04:03:42</strong>
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				"<strong>Hmm. . .</strong>" the Doctor simply comments, looking over the files. It appears an artifact was recovered in Switzerland. Incredibly complex device, mostly electronic parts of custom design. Roughly the size of a gauntlet, the previous owner claimed it took advantage of string theory to manipulate time. Even allowing time travel into the past by up to 17 minutes.<br><br>Calling out all the stops, they brought in as many researchers as they could for this one to see if the claims were true- and if that's what drove him violently insane.
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				Post by: <strong>Blank</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 04:27:48</strong>
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				“If it was a virus then that will probably turn into a needle in a haystack scenario.&nbsp; Who knows how many proteins there are in the body and which one was the offender.&nbsp; I suppose we can review the logs and look for any outstanding or subtle symptoms then work from there.”&nbsp; Victor suggested, reaching up to rub his head while shutting his eyes as though trying to ease some sort of headache.&nbsp; Though he did offer a bit of a smile at the doctor’s latter statement.&nbsp; “Well, after being here for a few years, myths tend to not live long in one’s mind.”<br><br>He lifted a brow at the doctor’s humming.&nbsp; “Anything of interest this time, doctor?&nbsp; Or just more paper pushing?”
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				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 06:04:02</strong>
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				Left, right, left, left right, left, right right. Ty Dao sped through the grounds halls, trying to work them out. She did this nearly every day to get to various appointments and such. She was rather surprised that already she hadn't memorized them. Oh no, she had missed a turn and gone entirely the wrong way. Three seconds later she had gone back to the start and redone it right. Finally she arrived at the end and "appeared" beside Victoria. She looked up at the woman with a small smile. Her hair stretched almost to the floor in her braid and her body was very streamline currently she didn't wear any of her experimentation clothing. She hadn't been called to be tested on today. Now Ty Dao wore a pair of shorts and a tank top though her breasts, as usual, were tied down underneath her clothing with the standard heat proof sheets of cloth that she always wore.<br><br>"Hello, miss." She spoke out slowly. At least it was slow to her, someone who could talk about as fast as she moved. Victoria would more than likely find her speech faster than the average. "Is anyone answering? I need to see someone from the staff." Ty Dao had never seen this woman before. No doubt she was a staff member but if she wasn't she was no use. If she was, however, she could make it known. Ty Dao disliked non-staff members.
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