forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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(Okay, catch ya later ^^)
The woman sat back. "On occasion, briefly. Sometimes they donate blood or DNA samples." She smiled. "I know what you're thinking. We're not some lab of mad scientists doing horrible experiments on innocent people. Everyone who contributes to our studies does so willingly, and we do all we can to make the tests as humane and painless as possible. The worst injury we've had was the time an undergrad spilled his drink into a chemical compound and got some mild acid burns. We don't hire undergrads anymore." She stood up. "Now, you look like you're feeling better. If you think you're up to it, Mr. Ryker said he'd like to meet you soon. Is that all right?"

She nodded, “Yeah, that’s fine.” She looked over at the woman and gave her a small smile, “What about my friends? Wouldn’t he want to meet us altogether? You said they weren’t awake yet.”

"He only told me to notify him when you were allowing visitors. I expect he'll want to see all three of you eventually, so don't worry about that." She opened the door, beckoning to the other doctor. "He'll be here in a few minutes. If you need anything at any point, just speak up."

“Okay, thanks for the help.” She said and watched them go. Once they were, she let out a breath. At least she knew where she was and who Leila was. Tanrial couldn’t stop thinking about what the doctors told her about the scientific treatments. It felt wrong to her, maybe because she was born with it, or she wasn’t human but it felt odd to hear about. She shook her head to try and forget about it.

A few minutes later, the door opened again and Mr. Ryker let himself in. He was a tall, strongly built man in his late thirties, wearing a very nice navy blue suit with a striped silver tie. His hair was thick and blond, he had a neat gold beard, and his eyes were either brown or dark blue, it was hard to say. He walked with confidence and assurance, but didn't seem distant or snooty like other people of power. He smiled at Tanrial and sat down in the chair next to her bed.
"Good evening," he said amiably. "My name is Maxwell Ryker. I'm sorry, I don't know yours….?

"Tanrial." She replied, looking over at the man that now sat next to her bed. He didn't look terrible, not the super evil mater-minds that were portrayed on screens years ago. Just a man, with some kind of plan if he was going to use the machine.

"Tanrial? Good to meet you. I want to apologize for our rather rough treatment of you and your friends earlier. Leila is a very smart girl, but she tends to jump to conclusions sometimes. I hear that she's now interested in befriending you." He chuckled fondly. "I'd appreciate if you at least said hello to her later, she needs more friends than I can supply at the moment."
(brb, back in like an hour)

She smiled a little, "It's fine, she only did what she thought was right, even if it was knocking me out with some… weird butterfly magic," The thought still confused her, "And I can talk to her, friends can be hard to come by."
(okay)

(Okay, sorry for the wait, and I can only be on for a few minutes but hey)
"Thank-you. She's my adopted daughter, you know. I hope you will be able to meet my other children as well. Some of them are away on business, but most are here at my headquarters. I'm very proud of them, they're all exceptional individuals."

(That’s fine)
“Do your other children, do they have… abilities like Leila?” She asked, “I heard from my friend that there was a boy here who might have some form of magic.”

"Your friend would be that young man I hired then…Mike, right? Well, he's almost right. All of them have abilities, yes, but none of them have magic. I think the boy you're talking about is Eric. He's one of my brightest, and full of potential. You'll probably meet him as well at some point." Ryker paused and his expression became more serious. "Now….what about you three. I sent Mike out to find something for me. I take it he befriended you two on the way. Would you happen to know anything about his mission, and if it was successful?"
(okayyy, gotta go now, sorry!! Seeya later ^^)

Tanrial’s eyes widened a little, “Oh, right yeah… the mission, aha,” She coughed a little, “Well, um yes. Yes it was successful, we uh, have the machine or whatever it is for you… but,we wanted to know what you were going to do with it, before we give it to you. It’s nothing against you but… there are some people who would want to use things like that for bad, I guess, trying to damage the already damaged world.”
(Okay, seeya later^^)

Ryker nodded. "That's understandable. I'd do the same in your position." He sighed. "But see….I worried too, when I began to gain power and wealth, that it would corrupt me. I've seen it happen to others often enough. So I took certain steps to make sure I'd always feel accountable for my actions. One of those steps was to adopt children from various parts of the country. Being a father is the biggest responsibility I can think of, and nothing makes you more aware of right and wrong than that, I've found. I want them to be proud of me and my achievements." He smiled. "As for my plan itself, well….it's a little involved. Why don't we wait so I can tell all three of you at once, since I'm sure they'll want to hear it from me as well."

Tanrial nodded, “Yeah, I-I guess that’s true,” She pauses for a moment and crossed her legs on the bed, ”You know, it was really a coincidence that we all met. Some people would say fate but no such thing exists. A really strange coincidence…”

He tilted his head. "You think so? What makes you say that?"

“I hadn’t seen any human where I lived for five years, then Bernon shows up. After a while we figured out he had magic so and so…” She frowned a little, “And a few nights later, Mike shows up at my door, asking for a place to stay for the night when he sees Bernon inside. He barges in, asking for some machine part that Bernon had… I just don’t see how I don’t see any human for years then two show up out of nowhere, and one has something the other needs.”

Ryker leaned forward, interested. "That does seem pretty odd. At the same time though, I've heard so many more stories lately of chance encounters like that. It's almost as if, with fewer people in the country, you're more likely to meet someone important." He became lost in thought for a moment, then shook his head and took out a small, flat, rectangular device with a glass front that lit up at his touch. "Do you know what this is? Not sure if the story of cellular communication is still told anywhere."

She smiled and nodded, “I’m over four hundred years old, I think I know what a phone is.”

"Wait, really? Unfair, I think that should be something you mention during introductions!" He grinned and shook his head, flipping to a new page on his phone. "Well, the doctor tells me that your friends are awake now. It seems Mike had a recent injury, so why don't we head down and meet in his room? I'll bet they'll be wanting to see you."

“Sorry, should have mentioned,” She said, smiling a little, “Yeah, let’s go see him.” Tanrial careful stood up, losing her balance a bit at first but soon standing steady.

Ryker got the door for her and led her down the hall, which was clean and white and lined with paintings of beautiful cities and farmland. After a few yards, he stopped and opened a different door. This room was just like Tanrail's, and Mike was inside. He had pulled back the covers of his bed and was sitting on the side of it, looking wide awake and wary. He relaxed only slightly when he saw Tanrial.
"Hello again, Mike," Ryker said. "Feeling all right?"
Mike nodded tersely. "Fine. Where's the other guy, Bernon?"
"He'll be here soon. I asked one of my doctors to bring him here." Ryker offered the chair to Tanrial this time and remained standing, politely turning off his phone while he waited.

Tanrial nodded her thanks and sat down, suddenly feeling a little dizzy.
“Hey, doing okay?” She asked quietly, hoping Bernon would get here soon.

Mike nodded and attempted a careless tone. "Just a little annoyed about what happened. I can't remember anything past coming back to camp and finding you guys passed out, and I don't like not remembering. Are you all right?"

“A little dizzy but fine.” She replied.

"Good."
Just then the door opened and Bernon came in, looking worried. "Guys! Are you all right?" He hesitated when he saw Ryker, but Ryker nodded politely and said that he'd give them a minute to talk. Brushing by Bernon, he went out into the hall and softly closed the door behind him.

“Yeah, I’m fine, what about you?” She asked Bernon with a smile.
(Sorry I’ve gotta go, seeya later^^)

(Okay, seeya!)
Bernon leaned against the wall, looking uncomfortable. "I'm okay." For some reason he glanced at Mike, but Mike wasn't even looking at him, instead eyeing the bedside table suspiciously as if it might suddenly attack them.
"It's my fault!" Bernon blurted unexpectedly. "I'm sorry, you guys. I let my guard down and fell asleep when we were supposed to stay alert. If I'd payed better attention, this wouldn't have happened."
Mike gave him a blank look. "Why in the heck are you blaming yourself? We all fell for it. Keeping watch was everyone's job, not yours. We're not mad at you, are we Tanrial?"

“Mike’s right, we’re not mad at you, Bernon. We all got caught by Leila’s butterflies and there was nothing we could do to prevent going to sleep. Don’t blame yourself, it’s not your fault.” She gave him a reassuring smile.

Bernon didn't look entirely convinced, but nodded. "Mhh. Okay."
"In the meantime," Mike said, sitting forward, "We need to be careful and watchful. We didn't get a chance to scope this place out like I was hoping, but it's no disaster. We'll just have to make do and try not to get in too deep. Tanrial, Ryker brought you here. Have you already talked with him some?"