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@huskytheindexmessenger
IVE LEARNED HOW TO POST
FUCKING FINALLY, THE PROXIES WONT LAUGH AT ME FOR THIS!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Oh, also hi. I'm Husky. I am a Messenger for the Index. I uhhh...I like being told what to do by the prescripts because brain hard to control. I think I got everything I was supposed to say. Dunno why my paper slip wanted me to post something on Tumblr...
/ooc
Hi, I like Roleplaying and stuff, and also Project Moon. A lot. Hope you enjoy the antics
"weird" I CAN TELL
Yeah...
They're uh...Interesting.
It's fun to have people who like J&J though!
I should draw my room more...It's nice and comfy...Isolated...Nice and alone...
Oh- I finished that Abnormality report thingie, research submission, along with what the EGO gift technically is, while also it working as the EGO weapon.
Hmm...How do I uh...Submit this...
Do any of you know about how to send like- research papers in to Limbus Company? Other then just...directly asking them?
Are, uh-
Ya good there-?
[Hands behind the back, leaning over- wherever this is, I don’t know how she got here.]
(The Index Messenger looked over.) Oh, yeah.
Just a bit uh...tired. I uhh- discovered a new abnormality which a WAW Aberration of Nothing There, so I uh...called it "Who Goes There?".
I almost uh- got bisected. So I'm mostly just relaxing and recovering.
what is WRONG with your jnj group??
They're uh...weird....
damn finding an italian futurist painter in the 1910s who didn't become a fascist is impossible dawg im just going to invent one
(OOC) (DANG
(Rip my Fauvist/Impressionist ass could never /j)
I should draw my room more...It's nice and comfy...Isolated...Nice and alone...
Oh- I finished that Abnormality report thingie, research submission, along with what the EGO gift technically is, while also it working as the EGO weapon.
Hmm...How do I uh...Submit this...
Do any of you know about how to send like- research papers in to Limbus Company? Other then just...directly asking them?
Did you ever go back to find that Soldato woman?
...No...
I...I got embarrassed.
Plus- it's not like I made the BEST impression anyways...
It'd just end up being awkward for a weird monster like me, haha!
Ehhhhh
Sure it could be used to see into the crying children's past but it will be foggy
Hey...How come you know a lot about this stuff?
You secretly like hanging out in the Ruins or something?
Hey, this Axe is kind of like-
Like Jack Torrences! From the Shining. Or like...Jason Vorhees occasionally.
You think if I stole one of those mirror tech thingies, I could see if this thing turns into different horror icons? You think the EGO gear of this would also change to be different Horror Icons? That sense of alienation...That dehumanization...That feeling of...being a monster- something WRONG.
It's something I've noticed I've talked a lot...
(The Index Messenger forces herself to sit up, looking at the mirror near the desk filled with sculptures, bits of gore specifically re-arranged...animal taxidermies...)
Wait.
(She stared at her reflection, blinking.)
Have my eyes always been this...bright green?
Maybe that's ah- an Ego thing...
I'm...I'm still wearing the EGO gear after all- the parka...Probably should take it off because it's getting pretty hot, haha...
(The Index Messenger takes a small break to go change out of the EGO gear.)
I think that Abnormality...It was a lot like Nothing There...And...Well, what it said...
"Who Goes There?" ...Think that might be a pretty good Abnormality name. I should actually write my findings on this stuff...Maybe Limbus Company's research department in distortions or abnos could learn how to get more info on it!
(The Index Messenger begins to get out papers...Unaware of the creeping antimatter crystals that begin to slowly and subtly creep up through her own body, jutting out silently.)
Prior anon, are you suggesting the obsidian shard could be used to peer into the Library's tales?
Oh, I thought it was uhh...related to the distortion of the Crying Children...Since I think that was a Star of the City Threat...Or that one famous Liu director who got EGO from going INTO the Library...
Wonder if people like her still have EGO after they've been brought back?
Perhaps the shard can be used to see a memory from the past Of a certain an active Star of the City Maybe you will need some assistance with finding the replica of the relic... maybe someone already has it
Maybe...But...
I'm...Just so tired.
I just wanna lie down for a bit...
What happened to the obsidian shard?
(The Index Messenger would be in her studio, laying on her couch looking at her Black Silence Shrine Wall.)
It's still here, I uh...I kept it in a box...
I'm trying to just...keep myself from doing most work...And...There was a Prescript saying 'burn your past', and that got completed apparently. The...The flaming bits is...a bit scary for now...
Considering how...How I almost ended up burning alive if I didn't run as fast as I did...
My legs...My legs hurt so much.
I'm mostly just...trying to relax. Trying to heal...It...It all hurts...my...chest...I can't even..feel my own lungs and stomach..
[A brick of C4! use it wisely] - Gifts from The Brick Queen.
(The Index Messenger looked at the C4. She struggled to force her hands onto it, gripping it.)
Yeah...Thank you...Thank you so much.
(The Index Messenger muttered, as she forced her body to ram into the test tube's glass. It must've been very old- older then the other parts of the facility...Because it broke like regular, pathetic glass. The Thing seemingly was gone...Stalking the facility itself.)
Not what I wanted from bonding...But whatever...
THIS'LL BE SOME GREAT ART OPPORTUNITIES-
(As the Messenger gets up, rushing to the power system, as she lights a lighter, muttering)
Go to hell, you false thing.
(Before dropping the lighter- and RUNNING for her life to the outside of the Arctic-)
(Flames blew up the old facility, it all lighting aflame, as screams of agony twisted into multiple hundred voices sob and scream.)
Hahhh...Ahh...Fuck...Fuck...
My eyes...
(She looked at the burning facility, tensing and readying for a fight.)
(Until she heard a weird voice glitching and broken from the facility- something that sounded far too mechanical to be copied.)
[EGO EXTRACTION COMPLETE. "Ruin".]
(As a cloak and parka...an EGO gear armor...slowly seemed to be printed out of the remains. The Index Messenger nervously grabs the EGO gear armor. A glitched, Crystalized polearm...No. An axe.)
(It was...Quite beautiful. Big. Almost comically so.)
(She grabbed it, as it shrunk down...Into that of...some fuckass crystal bottle.)
Uhh...Yeah, fuck this shit, I'm OUT-
(As The Index Messenger ran, going back to the entrance of District 9's Backstreets...Until she passed out on the ground, wearing that outfit that had been...apparently made.)
Chambers. So many Chambers.
(The form of the Index Messenger would get dragged. Dragged to an old containment facility. An old...test tube. Crystals slink back. Agony. Agony. Agony. Isolation. Isolation. Not Human. Not Human. Nothing Human. Who. WHo GoEs ThERe? whO GoE-)
(The Messenger, after hours of nothing...woke up. She blinks, eyes watery. Confusion. How...How the hell will she get out of this...? Has she become what she feared? To be an experimentation for something...pretending to human?)
"Oh shit uh..." "Since your in the outskirts there's nothing i can do but i can try and assist you from what i know??" "Is there a faclitiy or something nearby? I can try looking through the LCE documents to see if anything is there, uh, but then agian if its the outskirts then i don't know if we have info on it..." -@lcerochas
Do you know of...Of any aberrations of Nothing There?
Is there anything like this? Any documentation...Anything?
(As the Index Messenger nurses her wounds, trying to just- find anything she could use to...The Antimatter crystals begin to detach from the wall, beginning to...Eat away at the wound itself...Blood...it began to crystalize...Fear. So much Fear. No. She was becoming a monster. She can't even-)
(Unconsciousness.)
[Its a bunch of old prescript paperslips glued, tied, and packed together into a sort of brick. next to it is a note written on a paperslip.] 'Greetings from the queen of bricks'
UHHH- THANKS??? I'M GONNA HAVE TO USE YOUR BRICK, SORRY!!-
(As the Index Messenger CHUCKS the prescript paperslips brick at The Thing, as it gets BONKED. It SCREAMS, running on all fours while slithering around multiple times over- it's speed enhanced as it slams it's piercing tail into the Messenger, almost nearly bisecting them.)
AGHHHH!!!!
FUCK! FUCK-
(She screams in agony, the Obsidian shard Chainsaw Glaive dims...as The Thing slinks away in shock and confusion, screeching in unintelligible words. As a wall of antimatter crystals cave the two off from each other...)
It...It wants Isolation...
("Isolation....Isolation..." The distorted voice says.)
Oh pro tip I've heard you got that obsidian shard. Use it, it should do pretty hefty damage
I am stuck and can't exactly move- not to mention I'm uh- I feel if I get out...
I might end up just getting stuck again...
Though...I doubt the corpses here were all Mao Rabbits...
(The...Thing just stared at the Index Messenger, it's antimatter stained fingers grabbed the crystal, as it slammed it's fist over and over-)
UHHH- GREAT TIME TO BREAK OUT I GUESS-
(As The Index Messenger desperately forced herself to move her chainsaw glaive, the obsidian shard glowing with flames as it cuts through the crystals- before managing to try and get away as quickly as possible.)
Holy fuck- HOLY FUCK- Ahh...Ugh...Shit-
(The Index Messenger breathed heavily, looking traumatized. The Thing stares, it's body shifting to that of...her mother? As it screams in unholy fury, it's form constantly moving and changing- Mao rabbit fused with human flesh, torn off bits of Chen scales...The enlongated tail...Crystals form more rapidly as the Index Messenger runs further into the old facility, desperate to try and find anything to help her live.)
