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@cognitiveechoes
you open the door to the room...
... and see a bookshelf, a stereo, and a TV. outside the window is a red sunset, and a broken road.
what will you do?
(independent multimuse blog by hennie.) (currently featuring characters from persona, prototype, and project moon.)
He is. Crawling out of this place. Before it kills him. There is no 'even if' here. Nobody is coming for him. Probably nobody here even remembers he exists right now.
A fist cracks against the reinforced surface in front of him. Again, again, again. Zeus groans as he breaks himself and the container simultaneously, but he will not give in. He will not let this place be his grave.
With a pop, it finally crumbles. His gaunt form crumples to the floor... before nails dig in. He'll purge the Bloodtox from his body later, when he has enough mass. There are other, far more immediate things that are threatening his safety.
So he begins the long, painful crawl out of this god damn lab.
“Woah, what are you—” Adeline was not sure what she was expecting to happen when 808 stood up, but it certainly was not that. She gawked in amazement as she practically sailed towards Chai, knocking into him to provide a much-needed distraction. Thanks to her efforts, Maemie was able to lock his arms behind his back, squeezing them in silent urgence to cease struggling.
In his current state, though, the conveyance was ineffective. They would just have to chip away at this mind control however they could.
“Erastus, the guitar!”
Although his hand was not one-hundred-percent better, the specter heeded Adeline’s call and swooped over to retrieve the source of his pain, so as to prevent its owner from exacting further damage. Once in his grasp, he distanced himself, and, ah. Deposited the instrument into his mouth for safe-keeping. Fortunately, it nothing but a black void in there, typically reserved for transporting souls, but it had its other uses, apparently.
This eased Adeline’s reservations as she began to approach Chai. She took a breath to compose herself, brows knitting with focus.
“Whoever you are, I know this can’t be what you’re like. Your friend here wouldn’t have gone for help if that wasn’t the case.” Her voice was clear, stern. As if she had dealt with a situation like this before.
Once she was in front of him, she placed her hands on his shoulders, unfazed by his wild behavior. “You need to remember. And you have to fight the influence of the force that’s controlling you.” She glowered, though her serious expression was not directed towards him. Rather, what was tormenting him on the inside. “You didn’t come here to attack the raiders, did you?! No, you came here with a purpose like everyone else – to put an end to the terror this organization’s been spreading – right?!”
She shouted, raising her volume to overcome the music.
“Please remember! This isn’t YOU!”
Her eyes sparked. A curious energy was surrounding her, albeit faintly. Words might not be enough, but she had to try. If not, then there were other ways to bring him back down to Earth. Ones she did not quite like, yet she could not hesitate if it meant saving someone else.
808 may be panicking a little bit when she sees the big scary creature-thing eat Chai's weapon. It was just a trash grabber, devoid of any scrap metal that made it resemble a guitar once the magnetism wore off. And now it's gone. She's already wondering how Peppermint's going to-
Right. Peppermint. She should really know about this.
Before the robot cat can put out the call to her creator, she spies her new ally approaching poor, mentally-compromised Chai, who's curling and uncurling his robotic fingers into and out of a fist, again and again in time to the beat.
Huh... she remembers how the mp3 player in his heart had kept trying to start when SPECTRA overrode him. This is different; he's still playing music but he's pretty clearly under someone else's command right now.
But whatever sort of command it is, 808 winces when she sees this new ally grasp Chai by the shoulders, shouting at him, probably encouraging him to- what, break free? The music pounding in his chest contrasts in a really ugly way compared to Adeline's motivational speech.
They tried to tell me but I - I couldn't stop myself and I - I came back, I came back haunted-
It's probably best she makes that call now. "Peppermint here! What's going on? I got an SOS from 808?" Her voice is a bit clipped and winded, but it comes out of the robot cat's speakers loud and clear.
Restoring from backup. 89% complete. . . 94% complete. . . Booting.
Uploading. . . 17% complete. . .
Shoot. She completely missed her target. Stumbling to a stop, Maemie flared her nostrils, whipping around to face the young man. While she could nab him by that long scarf, the possibility of choking him nullified that option. Like her trainer, the drake was pretty pacifistic – causing harm was purely a last resort if they could help it.
“Huh?” Adeline blinked as she was pawed at. She stared in perplexion as her ally made a gesture, which could have bewildered her more had she not noticed the pulse of the music in the air. While the conflict surrounding them had not entirely abated, it was simmering down enough for her to hear it clearer.
Taking note of the movement, she then glanced to Chai. Even when he was idle, he was bobbing to the beat. So, not only was the source of it acting as a pacemaker, but a metronome.
The brunette tapped her foot. She was more musically inclined than her Pokémon, meaning they might not follow it as well as her, though they had to try. “3…2…1…”
And, snapping her fingers, she called, “Again! Follow the sound if you can! Step to it!”
Blankly, Maemie stared for a moment, focusing on Adeline’s hand. She seemed to register what she intended, stomping towards him one beat at a time. Her mitts went to nab him a third time, to snatch at his forearms. If she could, it might be best to pull them around his back.
Adeline was advancing. Erastus trailed behind her, to be safe. As for Noah, he had stacked a wall of boulders around their battlefield, to keep the sentries out of it.
One, two, three-
As Chai prepares to parry, 808 balances precariously on Adeline's shoulder, wobbling a little before launching her body at his lifted guard. She bounces off first before the dragon impacts, interrupting his attempt to deflect the attempted grab aaaand Chai's gripped successfully!
For the first time since he'd ever been hit with SPECTRA's influence, his expression changes, as the wannabe rockstar struggles once again to escape. His scrap guitar clatters to the ground, metal rolling off in all directions as Chai snarls like he's been possessed by some sort of metal singer.
He wants out. He hates having his hands restrained like this, held behind him like he's some sort of criminal.
808 shakes her head a few times to dispel the dizziness of her impact against Chai's parry shield. She looks pretty much the same, no external damage (thank goodness, and no thanks to a certain mean crocodile).
"Moo." Our favorite robot cat is still feeling the effects, but she's fine enough to pace anxiously around her restrained friend and the big friendly(?) dragon.
Crack. Erastus’s bashed mitt recoiled as it was struck, spasming from the blunt strike. Fortunately, there were no bones to break, but it did hurt. Not enough to cancel his charge, though it was temporarily immobilized as a result of the throbbing pain. He clasped it in his other, grunting lowly at the discomfort.
“Are you alri—” His trainer went to ask, but her voice stopped short as she heard that familiar meow, and then something latched onto her.
Had she not been perceptive, she would have freaked and attempted to throw whatever it was off, but she was relieved to find it was just a cat. Likely the one she had heard. A brow raised as she glanced over at the robotic creature, puzzled by her urgency. “What’s wrong? Is there something I…”
She trailed as her sights shifted to her compromised ally, frenzied in his efforts. Erastus was ducking away from the flailed guitar to the best of his ability, preferring not to be whacked in the head next.
Something was wrong. Moreso than before. While she could chalk his behavior up to desperation, he was more deliberate before the shock. Even though Erastus had tempered it, this guy must be particularly sensitive for a reason.
With the cacophony in the background seeming to die down a tad, she was also starting to hear it more clearly. Music? But where was it coming from?
Could it be…
“Electricity’s a bad idea then.” She bit her lip. “Sorry about that.”
Maemie was still open while his affliction had him distracted. Maybe this time, they could do this right.
“Go! This time, lock them up like this!” She positioned her arms up front with her hands over her head, taking care not to let their new friend lose her grip.
Nodding, the dragonite began to stomp forward and rushed at Chai from behind, aiming to secure his arms above him to make it difficult to maneuver them. It might be tricky with how he was tossing his weapon around with reckless abandon, but if she could time this precisely, then maybe she could nab him mid-chop. Should Maemie actually nab him, it would hopefully retract into a detrimental position where it could not be aimed at anyone.
"Yann..." Normal cat meow, but she seems to agree with the words on electric attacks. While 808 had seen Chai tank it in the past, she doesn't know what could happen now. Considering the... sigh... second bout of mind hijacking he's currently under.
Chai, despite his blank gaze and lack of noticeable expression, is clearly mad about the attempted electrocution. He swings one last time as his foe cringes away, before starting to turn at the sound of that order.
His brow furrows as he tries rushing forward, just barely avoiding getting grabbed by the middle - but that scarf is just within reach! On top of that, Chai's movements are revealing a pattern...
808 gently baps at the stranger's face with a gel paw to get her attention, before swiping that same paw in the air to the rhythm of the song. "Me-ew?" Get what I mean?
There's a lot of scurrying around up there. Of course he can hear it, even through the liquid he's suspended in. The Bloodtox hasn't hit his body in minutes. Everything still hurts in a dull, unpleasant thudding in his head where a skull would've been, if he still had one.
He's gathering his strength. Something is about to happen. Something is happening. God, he doesn't know what.
@cognitiveechoes
loooooks back...
Picks up the creature... "You look like one of those clouds in the Astral Isles... can you play the maracas lil' guy?"
"Mrah." It sounds like an echoing meow... made by someone pretending to be a cat.
With those stubby little nubs? No maracas for him. But not all is lost! The mystery animal is very fluffy and pettable.
Loooooooooks...
loooooks back...
FUNNY MULTIMUSE BLOG RIGHT HERE. WITH A STRANGE ASSORTMENT OF MUSES FROM PRO/JECT MOON'S GAMES TO RO/BLOX OUT OF ALL PLACES??? You should totally follow @/dinomites for whimsy as the blog is, in fact, open for crossovers, AUs, and duplicate-friendly! The mun also not a minor! And would prefer to interact with blogs with muns that are 18+!
(Continued from...) @cognitiveechoes
For such a friendly-looking critter, her grip was firm. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, yet not enough to deal serious harm. She clutched him just a tad to urge him to stop struggling, which he gratefully did. Tail flicking, Marmie turned her head up towards her trainer and snuck a smile, as if asking her, ‘did I do good?’
“Great job, Maemie!” Expectedly, she cheered. “Now, hold him there, so I ca—HWUH?!”
Both girls snapped up in alarm as his prosthetic launched at the human, which caught them off guard. Adeline stepped back to run, though with the hail of bullets raining around them, she had nowhere to safely rush off to. To her fortune, the shout which left her had alerted Erastus to her encroaching plight.
Twirling to her front, he raised an arm to be caught by the grapple in her stead. Maemie yowled as this evidently allowed the brainwashed man to slip through her hold, flying towards the large specter instead.
Narrowing his eye, the Gripper Pokémon anticipated his arrival and raised his free hand.
Adeline cracked her eyes open to make a split-second assessment. That arm of his was mechanical. If it could somehow be fried, he might not be able to use it. But they had to be cautious about it to avoid serious damages.
“With less voltage—Erastus, use Thunder Punch!”
Sparks crackled between his fingers at her command. Rather than strike his opponent as he swung towards him, he clapped the electrified hand down on the arm which snagged him, sending a controlled jolt through it. He might be smashed into regardless, but it was worth a shot.
Whatever he was aiming at, Chai doesn't really... analyze it. If he was lucid, he would've freaked out. But all he does is stare at this strange... thing... as he's flying toward it.
The arm struggles to free itself. But he sees what's coming, and the wanna-be rockstar brings about the guitar with his other hand. As he brings it up, Chai smashes the weapon into the electrified fist aiming for his robotic arm, attempting a new(?) type of parrying- well, it was new for him, at least. The jolt travels down his scrap guitar, causing him to grip it tighter as electricity buzzes through his body.
808 mewls in dismay, rushing over to Adeline and attempting to climb onto her shoulder.
How does she inform this group what she knows about Chai, if all she can do is meow?
Chai, meanwhile, has turned his robotic arm from a grappling hook back into... a robotic arm again. He's struggling once more like a wild animal, swinging his weapon of choice in an effort to free himself. He's lucky that his heart rate is limited to the bpm of the current song. Hell, he's lucky it functions as a pacemaker.
Meanwhile.
They are blissfully unaware of the Scient Wesker raid
(multimyriad) Gleaming eyes locked with dull ones. While the woman headed towards Chai did not intend on stopping him herself, she did have someone with her who could. Clutching the Dive Ball in her hand, she then tossed it overhead and shouted, “Maemie! Rush forward to incapacitate him!”
The ball popped open, summoning another large and potent Pocket Monster to the field. A dragonite roared upon reveal, flaring her wings and charging into a run to take flight.
Picking up speed, Maemie opened her arms wide. If she was fast enough, then maybe she could constrict him in the kindest way she knew how – via an embrace.
While the attempt was made, Adeline stood on standby. Her other two Pokémon were dealing with whatever guards came near.
Someone approaching. Not identified as safe. Chai's dead gaze locks on for a moment, before tracking the others around him. Potential targets. He has no orders to be safe with his own life, so there's no reason for him to pick one foe over another.
... Except for the one rushing toward him right NOW--!
The aspiring guitarist turned temporary Umbrella agent is nabbed by a DRAGON, and after a bit of struggling, he seems to give up... ... only for his extending arm to lash out, aiming right for Adeline in an effort to yank her in. Failing that, if she was anchored well enough, he could rip himself right out of this creature's hold.
Originally, the arm had been magnetic only; after the first raid on Wesker, however, Peppermint made some adjustments so Chai could get in close to humans without having to run at them and risk getting shot. And it's working! A little too well!
And where is Peppermint in all this?
...
"I just got a distress signal from 808. Whatever just happened, it's looking really--"
Before Peppermint can finish her sentence, the screen she's hunched over like an art student throws several alerts her way, including one from her mother.
WARNING EXTERNAL THREAT DETECTED WARNING
"Peppermint, I need your help locating the precise location of these intruders." That was her mom, alright; quick to tell her what she needed and very succinct about it.
The 'mint in question groans, looking back over her shoulder to the rest of the Tea-m. "Something's happening on this island. Whatever's happening with Chai and 808, we have to leave them in the hands of whoever else is gathered there."
His arrival... is what they've been waiting for.
.
Chai's ready to call Peppermint over. It'd be easy. He just has to open his mouth and give her the signal. That's not hard for him. But as the sirens blare, something... happens...
He doesn't even notice it. One moment Chai is very much himself, and then he isn't. The faint music heard drifting from his MP3 player/heart rises in volume as his head snaps up, eyes dim. 808 bats helplessly at his face.
"Mrroww!!" He's not answering her. His guitar engages, pulling in scrap metal scattered around so helpfully for the situation, and Chai shakes off the useless weight still trying to cling to him. 808 rushes off, meowing in alarm. Something's wrong! Something's really wrong!
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A NEW FOE HAS ARRIVED!
... but can he be stopped without everyone killing him in the process?
Nine Inch Nails "Came Back Haunted" Hesitation Marks The Null Corporation
man it is good to read back on all the cool stuff everyone is bringing to this fight!
Has the vessel come ashore?
Then we will begin.
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"Alright! Coordinates lead to this place. Guess we're ready to shake it down."
"Probably best for you to wait. More people are guaranteed to show up."
