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Wade Von Doom

All Caps when you spell the Man's name
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Sci-fi, modern, horror, a bit of dark romance stories.
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie:

Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.
-Wilfred Owen

One minute, you're home. Perhaps you are doing something of great importance, like saving the world from a great evil, or stopping some super-villain from destroying it, or even catching a robber before they can escape justice. Or maybe you have finished your quest, finally finding peace from just a long journey and preparing to kick up your feet. Maybe you are on the verge of death, avenging the loss of a loved one to some vicious brute or sadist. Maybe you are beginning that journey that will forever change you. Whatever your tale is, or was, it will now become forever altered.

For in the next minute, the sound of thunder can be heard. The air around you suddenly feels strange, and your body is covered in static electricity. Your skin begins to tingle, while your feet no longer feel planted firmly against the ground, as though gravity is beginning to lighten. And before you can do anything to stop it, a flash of light blinds you. Any onlookers who saw what happened would see a bolt of lightning strike where you stood, leaving no trace of yourself besides burn marks against the ground.

You feel like you're falling through the air; so fast you can't even open your eyes without them stinging by both the g-force of your flight and blinding lights around you. Whatever you can see is faint, but you can just about notice the passing of stars, planets, supernovas, even black holes. Space is passing you by at the speed of light, but why is a mystery. Your center of gravity is completely gone, and all you can do is be thrown around by the incredible force that flings you across the galaxy.

All of reality blasts by you, and when it feels like your body is about to be ripped apart… darkness. You don't know what happened after. But you feel a sense of euphoria. Peace and comfort like you're asleep on a puffy cloud in the sky. Your mind becomes filled with happy dreams, or memories of better times. It's a calm and warmth you never thought possible. Unaware of where you actually are. Until,

'Wake up,'

a voice echoes around you. You feel it try to pull you from the dream. Free you from the euphoric trance you're stuck in.

'Wake up,'

it says again louder. It's a voice you don't recognize, but it's giving you clarity of the world around you.

'WAKE UP,'

it says one more time, shattering the dream and pulling your mind back to reality. From here, your journey begins.



Those awoken by the voice would find themselves strapped into machines as their hazy minds slowly returned to consciousness. Some were trapped inside large pods filled with bluish liquid, which felt as thick as jello to move around in, yet somehow could breath in the stuff like it was air. Others were locked into operating tables, either floating motionless in the air by thanks of anti-gravity, or locked into place by specific limbs with large mechanical arms waiting to cut into their skin like they were cattle in a slaughter house. All of them were stripped down to just their underwear, with no sign of who was speaking to them, or where all their things were.


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DOUGLAS RAMSEY -- CYPHER
Played by @Gawwyt

The mutant omnilinguist, upon being awoken by the voice, would find himself face down on an operating table of some kind. His head, arms and feet were locked in place, yet he felt a strange numbness across his entire back and neck like he was injected with anesthetic. He would feel more hazy upon waking up than the others, as whatever drug was inside his body hadn't worn off yet. More worryingly, there were mechanical operating arms moving around him like they were scanning where to begin their insertion of tools into his skin. But, someone was looing out for him, as he would feel his restrains unlock around his entire body. He was free to move before they could cut him up.

OLIVER
Played by @BazusoTheGrey

The Fifth Grade Fixer was in a similar situation as Ramsey. Except for him, he was facing upwards to the ceiling on his operating table, and could see exactly the mechanical operating arms were analzying his cybernetic body to pull apart and dismantle to study him further. Like Ramsey, his restraints were unlocked too before they could start pulling out his screws.

DAVID CADDEL -- CHICAGO
Played by @PolyesterH

The heister awoke in one of the pods, floating in the bluish goo with several needles attached to tubes stuck in his skin across his legs, arms, chest and neck. With the voice awakening him, his pod would slowly moved down to the floor and begin draining all the fluids inside; the latch opening once completely empty. While the fluid wouldn't drown him, as it somehow felt like breathing air while stuck inside the pod, he would unfortunately start vomiting up the stuff once he could actually breath air again.

EDWARD ELRIC
Played by @Raffia Kiryuin

Ed would find himself trapped inside a rotating gyro device, with his head held in place by an anti-gravity field. Needles were poking out of his human arm and leg, but whoever kidnapped him was more interested in his automail limbs. Small mechanical arms were trying to dismantle them carefully, starting at were his arm and leg met his actual humab body to detatch them safely. Ed would wake up before the arms could do that, but they were already starting to undo several screws. There was also no sign of Al. He could see the others as they began to be freed from their confines, but whether his brother was taken or not remained a mystery. The latches connecting him to the gyro was opened, allowing him to break free before the arms could mess with his automail further.

NATANAEL HERRERA
Played by @Valkan

The young priest was also trapped inside a gyro like Edward, but his perdicament was different. Two machines that looked like giant speakers were in front and behind him. They glowed a soft yellow color against his skin, and he could feel they were doing something to him. His strength and spiritual power felt weakened, like his soul was trying to be pushed out of his body. The machines were syphoning his energy, leaving him unable to channel his flow. Yet, like Ed, his hands and legs were freed so he could make his escape.

XIVESTIAL LAHN
Played by @LenxKaitoYaoi

Like with David, Ziv would find himself awoken inside a pod, along with needles stuck into his skin. His pod would be opened next to David.

SEVESTRE ALBRIGHT
Played by @Otomos

Like Nat, Sevestre had machine arms with large speakers both front of and behind his body, syphoning his magical capabilities away with a yellow glow that encapsulated his body. Yet, once more, his body was freed to escape.

HAO ZHAN
Played by @GensokyoDreams

Yet again, Hao was stuck inside a gyro with his spirutal energy being syphoned away. He was stuck between Nat and Sev, yet unlike those two, he was the first be to noticed by whatever controlled these machines. The speakers behind and in front of his body increased their power to keep him trapped and weakened, while two more lowered down with needles to stick into his body. Anesthetic to put him back to sleep before he could escape.​
 

DOUGLAS RAMSEY -- CYPHER
Played by @Gawwyt

The mutant omnilinguist, upon being awoken by the voice, would find himself face down on an operating table of some kind. His head, arms and feet were locked in place, yet he felt a strange numbness across his entire back and neck like he was injected with anesthetic. He would feel more hazy upon waking up than the others, as whatever drug was inside his body hadn't worn off yet. More worryingly, there were mechanical operating arms moving around him like they were scanning where to begin their insertion of tools into his skin. But, someone was looking out for him, as he would feel his restrains unlock around his entire body. He was free to move before they could cut him up.

"Wake me up inside...." Cypher groggily mutters as he slowly regains consciousness.

"Hup-" *Thud*

He clumsy rolls himself off the operating table landing awkwardly on the floor with a thud.

"Ooooooowww... Wh-whos there?" He groans from the floor. He just lays there for a moment willing himself back awake and listening to the machines around them, trying to de-crypt their communications protocol.

@Wade Von Doom
 
Just a moment ago, he had his old job back. Well, not just that. The FBI had done its job, ousted the corrupt police force, and called him in thanks to his seniority. He was made the Chief of Police alongside his compatriots who became his most trusted Assistants. Together, they pushed a new wave of hiring and a crackdown on crime that finally made the city safe again. The gangs, the cartels, all in prison. The problem was that things were going a little too well, something that only occurred to him when the voice spoke the first time. They were just bringing in four heisters of the Payday gang. Seconds away from unmasking them, he dared to ask if this was even possible. How does a department go from losing almost everyone to catching the best criminals in the world in less than a year? The second command solidified this skepticism. Something was wrong, dreadfully wrong. This isn't a trick they'd do, too many variables. He shuddered to think of what was really going on, one that the third command fully clarified. It is here that he saw the full scene, and he had remembered what really happened. Or, at least that he was walking home after his endeavors seemingly ended in failure and the unexplainable happened.

The moment the fluid drained, David started expelling the fluid from his lungs. It takes several heaves of effort to do so, himself kept mostly standing only by virtue of the tubes attached to them. He felt drained, emotionally and physically. The lack of breath did him no favors. Still, the cardio he had done over the months payed wonders. He could function while out of breath like this, if barely. Feeling the tubes connected to his body, he reached for them half blinded by the goo that once provided him oxygen. If he had his way, he'd get a grip and force them off. After all, he had to get out of here now. The fact he was captured was beyond bad news. It would only get worse when his captors found out he was awake.
 
OLIVER
Played by @BazusoTheGrey

The Fifth Grade Fixer was in a similar situation as Ramsey. Except for him, he was facing upwards to the ceiling on his operating table, and could see exactly the mechanical operating arms were analzying his cybernetic body to pull apart and dismantle to study him further. Like Ramsey, his restraints were unlocked too before they could start pulling out his screws.
Fifth Grade Fixer, Oliver

Oliver startled awake, or at least his mind did, his sensors were still offline from whatever the hell that was.
That warmth... it felt... different from the White Days and Black Nights. Really, really didn't like it though. Didn't feel right.
COCK FUCK SHIT DANGER WHERE ARE WE BRING US BACK INTO THE FIGHT KILLING BOOKS FUCK SHIT DAMNIT

Calm yourself. We have just awoken. In only a few short seconds our sensors should come online, as they typically do when we sleep.
Just as he thought this, his sensors began to come online, his vision first meeting static before beginning to clear.
See? Now, what have we... oh.
For a second, Oliver looks at the arms above him in bemusement.
MOVE NOW
Abruptly, he rolls off the operating table, landing on his arms and knees before pushing himself up with force. Glancing around widely, he takes stock of his situation.
FUCK SHIT FUCK THE BOOKS WERE A LIE IT WAS ALWAYS ANOTHER ORGAN HARVESTING OPERATION FUCK FUCK FUCK GOTTA RUN GOTTA RUN GOTTA RUN
Chill, chill. Wherever we are, for some reason, has like zero security if we could just roll off the table like that. We got a good minute or two at least, we should wake up these other guys, wouldn't be right to leave them in this situation.
Aside from that, it would be immensely beneficial to our chances of survival. Look there. Let's start our efforts with that man. He looks somewhat competent and he is the closest to us.
Suddenly, Oliver looks toward David. Rushing up to him, he pats his back to help him expel the rest of the fluid before asking in a hurried tone, "Hey, hey. Name, Office, and Grade? I wouldn't be askin' usually but, uhhh." He looks around again before continuing, "Shit's lookin' kinda dire if we're in a place as equipped as this one. We probably should team up."
 
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HAO ZHAN
Played by @GensokyoDreams

Yet again, Hao was stuck inside a gyro with his spirutal energy being syphoned away. He was stuck between Nat and Sev, yet unlike those two, he was the first be to noticed by whatever controlled these machines. The speakers behind and in front of his body increased their power to keep him trapped and weakened, while two more lowered down with needles to stick into his body. Anesthetic to put him back to sleep before he could escape.​

With a gasp of air, Hao Zhan awakens, his eyes snapping open, as he tries to understand how he ended up in this state.

Where… where did I go? And what happened?

His first act was to try and recall anything that could be related to his current situation. He could clearly remember the past, and his recent moments in wakefulness were still clear to him. But he notice an eerie gap in his memories. Not even a fog of vague facts. Just… emptiness.

For my consciousness to be cut so cleanly… this has to be the work of a Soul Master with superior ability to manipulate one's memories… at the very least.

His mental assessment done, his attention turned to his surroundings. And it was not a welcome sight. To find himself in some sort of strange prison, along with other captives that he couldn't exactly see clearly from the distance between them, or what other visual obstructions lie between them.

And that's not getting into the fact that he was bound in all four limbs, spread-eagled in a spherical prison made of gyrating rings. And what's more, the strange implements above him, that were emitting that baneful yellow light, were affecting him in some way.

He felt like he was sapped of strength, his entire body being stripped of Spirit Power, as he couldn't even summon his Tool Spirit, let alone use any of its abilities.

Seems that whoever imprisoned me here was well aware of the capabilities of a Soul Master… But why bind me in such an odd contraption? I never heard or known about such devices before.

After making his assessments done, he attempted to see if he was able to shift his restraints, clenching his hands and shifting his arms' weight around. Only to find no purchase but rustling and creaking metal. What's more, his strength was weaker than it would have been.

He then noticed the tube-like implements on his arm, which had speckles and stains of a fluid-like substance that flowed through them into his own bloodstream. With some pondering, he deduced as the most likely cause for his heavy case of weakness and lethargy.

Great… I'm out of options. I better hope that there will be something to explain this soon….
 
Everything was going well, actually. It was storming, but it wasn't severe. Ziv was outside trying to help his parents take care of the farm during a return trip home. He was fairly relaxed if anything, even though he really didn't like farm work. So when the air shifted, even his parents felt uneasy. Ziv felt the tingling, and his initial fear was that his sword on him was going to attract lightning. But that wasn't the only thing wrong. As a swordsman that spent a lot of time turning his footwork into second nature movement, the odd feeling that the ground was no longer under him was more than concerning.

He warned his fathers to get away from him at the least, taking his blade and ready to toss it away just to be safe. But he wasn't fast enough, and just as he got a hold of it he was blinded, hearing the barest of yells from his parents as he lost his sight. What happened after was something he could only describe as vomit inducing until it went black.

Then the dreams started, a dream that was too good to be true. He didn't like farm work, but with his sister home again it was something he was willing to do. It was nice though, until an unknown voice spoke. He didn't really pay it much mind, until it came again. A fear registered in him that it might all be a dream, but he tried to fight it. And then it called again and he was jolted out of it.

His eyes opened and he took in the sights around him. Now this felt more like a dream than what he had just been. As the fluid drained and he could take in the air again he choked on what had been in his lungs, coughing it up rather violently. The sense of panic was there, no doubt, but he needed to keep calm. This situation was… confounding. He wasn't able to concentrate on his magic, but he could see and hear others around.

Once he had some of his bearings he reached for the needles. Dare he pull them out? There was a chance he could hurt himself if he did it wrong. He had to though, staying like this was likely a larger risk. He went about it carefully though so as not to make things worse. It admittedly hurt to do. He glanced to David, since he was the closest to him right now, as he carefully worked on the needle in his neck. "Where- hss -are we?" It was obvious he was in pain but he was less concerned about that as he was whatever was going on.
 
Natanael Herrera

It was a fresh, yet sunny, afternoon in Bogotá. Nat was calmly sipping on his cup of freshly brewed coffee, as he was reviewing his notes for the mission he had just completed. Simple enough, a small zombie outbreak caused by a crazed practitioner of black magic. That term irked him to a small degree. It was as if there were good mages out there. As if all magic wasn't rooted in heretical beliefs. Then again, some would say his own skillset was basically another flavor of magic. As he cycled and ruminated on these thoughts as he continued to drink his coffee.

The Venator was immediately aware of the signs that a lightning was about to strike nearby. He looked up, but the multi-colored sky was clear. He didn't get the chance to wonder what was going on here exactly, as a bright light covered his entire vision. From there it just got even more confusing by the second. After a quick trip through the stars, it all went dark.

His mind then drifted in a black void, still baffled by the last few minutes of his life. Could have been seconds, could have been hours. Regardless, he was here now, in what if his faith wasn't strong enough, could have passed as Limbo. As he questioned what exactly was the meaning of this a voice started to drag him back to reality. Somehow, he tried following that voice in the darkness. Time passed, and the voice got clearer with every call.

Once the voice called for the third time, Natanael's body jolted awake, gasping for air as if waking from a grim nightmare. He was quick to notice how abnormally tired he was. He was quick to notice the reason. Machines were somehow draining his life force. Conveniently enough, the priest didn't have to fight to be released, someone had already done it for him. The priest hopped off and away from the influence of the soul-draining machines. Taking a look around, it appeared as he wasn't alone in this foreign environment. Much like him, other people were fighting to be released from other kinds of machines. And again, much like him, they were all in their undergarments.

Nat focused in who was the closest to him. A young man trapped in a similar contraption to the one draining him. The priest took a deep breath and got to action. Focusing his drained pool of energy in his body to turn it into strength, and dismantled the energy drainers, as well as the incoming needles by striking in their weakest spots.

Once all threats menacing the fellow young man were gone, Nat focused on releasing him from its containment. As he did, he calmly spoke "Are you alright, young man?"
 
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"David Caddel,, I don't work in an office and I don't have a grade, I'm a cop." David, politely, had no idea what this robotic guy was talking about. And frankly their metallic body was kind of gross. Everything considered, some of the people among him obviously weren't human, let alone Americans. With in mind, in hindsight, perhaps there were way better ways of explaining who he was. Speaking of things to keep in mind, where were his guns? However, for the moment, he needed to address the weird robotic, or maybe cyborg, guy in front of him. His tone goes from confused to cordial like an acquaintance, "But frankly I would like to group up with you, that seems smart."
 
Sevestre

When Sevestre woke up, the first thing he felt was annoyance towards the voice that shouted in his mind just a moment ago. When he realized he was not where he was supposed to be, fatigue and weakness hit him like a stampede of angry aurochs. When he finally got onto his feet, he was immediately beset with the urge to puke, which he had to actively fight against. Looking at what he was just on, he was able to deduce that the contraption had been siphoning aether from him, which could only mean that this entire horrible bunch of detrimental feelings was a form of aether sickness.

In his thoughts, Sevestre recited a slew of profanities a person of his standing should not say.

Looking around, he finally noticed there were others that had been freed. By the look of it, none of them were familiar to him. He simply watched on, fighting the aether sickness as the others recovered and assessed the situation. One even managed to free someone that was still locked into an active contraption.

As the aether sickness finally subsided, Sevestre would realize that his equipment had been taken. That feeling of weakness stayed as well. This was concerning, but could be addressed later. For now, he had to address one of the many problems that everyone in that room currently had.

"Does anyone know where we are?"