The Lament of Dr. Lazarus Apr 22, 2016 5:31:05 GMT
Post by Kuma on Apr 22, 2016 5:31:05 GMT
A dense jungle, trees extending endlessly towards the horizon. The stench of humidity and musk flooding the senses, not just the nose, but the sight of clouds of vapor, the taste of the jungle in the mouth, the feeling of heaviness on the skin and tattered clothes damp with water. Even a soft whistling sound coming from the vapor only added to the feeling of pressure surging from the whole, almost primeval, forest. This noise, added to the sounds of nature, formed a harmonious chorus that echoed against the trees, with the wind waving the vines. But without previous notice every sound coming from an animal stopped. The whistle of the steam ominously flooded the whole jungle… until….
A sudden tremor shook the trees, birds, that just moments ago covered the branches like colorful flowers exploded into the air like winged clouds. Yet this weren’t regular birds and whatever made that sound wasn’t common as well, at least not in our world. The tremor happened again and again, each time increasing in power, cadence and proximity. The whole jungle shook around with each quaking step, the only thing such noise could be considering the rhythm of it, with leafs falling from the trees, carpeting the floor with their lush verdant color. As the gigantic steps got closer others sounds joined the chaotic cacophony. Trees falling down, dragging down vines, boulders and wooden carcasses, drawing ever closer with each second.
Finally something else moved apart from the ground. A young man dressed in tattered clothes, patched up with vines, leafs and other improvised elements jumped from a hill, sliding down the muddy slope as if something was chasing him. And something was actually behind him, while his feet splashed down the mud the trees from where he came from crashed down the slope, broken in half as the head of T-Rex blasted through them roaring like only an apex predator can, bellowing without any care as nothing in this place was able to fight against it. At the bottom of the slope, the young man, with spiky black hair drenched in mud and dry blood looked at the top and only managed to utter a single thing.
-Everything is ready and packed right?- Ikari asked as looked around, piles of stacked wooden boxes surrounding them. The main room, where the trio of scientist had set up their labs was almost empty, almost everything was inside the boxes and being teleported to an undisclosed location. The only ones still in the facility were Ikari and Shikishima, who was moving the last boxes with the help of DGT. –Yes, we’re almost finishing here, I will miss this place, we managed to… I managed to accomplish my greatest achievement while dragging behind him the crying hack and that second rate Dr. Frankenstein. - Shikishima talked with total arrogance, comfortable in the thought that he was the one that did the most in the two biggest projects the trio of scientist worked on in this facility.
DGT rolled his eyes as he moved the last box into transporter platform. He was a bit tired of being ignored. All the scientists patted their backs all the time without recognizing his skills. Without him this location… damn… any location would’ve been pinpointed anytime anybody used Internet or even tried to do a phone call. Without him nothing would’ve been accomplished, and he was painfully aware of it, yet he swallowed his pride, as at least his employer new his value. The old decrepit men of science didn’t know about it, but he was getting a larger salary than any of them. That fact was more than enough to him content. He was joined by Shikishima, who was still boasting about his great advancements in the development in weapons. Something that, clearly upon an inspection of the man, was paid in spades by his body, covered in bandages and full of burns and scars. –Well Fukushi, get us out of here. - Shikishima passed his hand over his bandages. –All my damned bandages are damp, that’s what I get for staying to long in that crybaby’s lab.-
Ikari nodded and pressed the button to send the almost overburdened teleporter into function, taking them to an undisclosed location. He stayed behind because as mentioned earlier this jump was too loaded with stuff for him to travel along. The Agent of Hatred looked around at the empty room, fixating his eyes on the large empty cylindrical container at back. For a moment he lingered on it before something changed. Like lighting inside his head, a sudden shock on his brain with a jolt of pain following it, making his vision blurry. Ikari fell on a knee as he grabbed his head. His eyes started spewing dark purple flames, so did his mouth. The Renegade Agent grabbed his throat in pain as images flashed on his head. He convulsed on his knees, gasping for air as a strange hand, coated in spiked dark purple armor crawled from his mouth.
Dark lines coursed his skin, as if his veins were filled with the same fire he was breathing out. The hand coming out from his mouth was warping his whole face, now turned into a dark purple bonfire. The hand summoned the flames into its palm and turned them into a single spear, throwing it towards and open door. Ikari fell on the floor drained, incapable to move after such experience. The spear flew through ever twisting corridors, accelerating each second, blazing by lines and lines of doors of many sizes, shapes and colors, the greatest achievement and the greatest sadness of Doctor Lazarus. Something beyond human comprehension, a display of such scientific hubris that clearly could only end in tragedy.
Behind the doors the greatest despair awaited to anybody who opened in hope of finding truth, treasure or meaning. A modern Pandora’s Box for a modern world, the truth behind the limited veil of reality, the far beyond, now close enough to be touched. Inside Lazarus Laboratory his greatest accomplishment was anybodies greatest pain. Nobody was safe from it, not himself, not Ikari…. Not even Kuro-san could take the truth hidden in this palace of possibilities. As possibility, the chance of something happening in the world, was truly the only God Lazarus found in his search for truth and purpose, in his search for lost love and happiness.
The possibility of Ikari’s Gainen resisting the brainwashing given to his master was minimal, but it existed. And this possibility, this miniscule chance, this whim of fate would kick start a chain of events that would shock the world that is Hidden to its core. Hatred’s spear reached a single point in the facility, a blind-spot that barely existed over the waves and crashed against it like an arrow shot by destiny itself. The opening broke the perfect defense to detection, just as Ikari, who regained his bearings, at least the ones he has under the influence of the Forgotten Emperor. This small hole, this crack in an otherwise impenetrable shield was not a weakness, but a call. It was an invitation from fate, to set things right, to return what was lost in the deep dark.
It was a possibility…
And possibility is the real God of mankind….
JHWAB KANTO HQ – JHWAB Monitoring Center
Yoshida, the Monitoring Center grunt in charge of the dreaded Night Shift looked at his screen with tired eyes. The low buzzing of other equipment was less of a bother and more like a lullaby to his tired mind. He was covering the shift of a good friend of his who almost got killed last year during a raid into the HQ. The only reason Yoshida was here and not in the hospital as many others was because his friend Matsu covered his shift that day, so he felt compelled to do the same. He didn’t realize that his friend would be so injured and now he was covering the shift 3 times a week.
His eyes were bloodshot and his eyelids slowly covered them, as if they were water dripping down a wall. His head started swaying back and forth, gently rocking at the beat of a beep on his screen…
A BEEP ON HIS SCREEN? Yoshida opened his eyes, which didn’t take too long to shift from drowsiness to complete and utter shock. That wasn’t just a blip, it was a burning blaze in the middle of the north Pacific Ocean. Something so big couldn’t be a misread. Yoshida was standing up, he didn’t even realize that the surprise made him jump off his chair, that now rested on the floor. Without a second to waste he contacted the Intelligence Department head, but much to his chagrin Yukishiro wasn’t on the HQ. He tried other high ranking officers, but nobody was in the HQ. The whole Gainen situation was keeping everybody occupied.
The Military Agents fought them off, the Culture Branch was trying to get the help of every Hidden Individual in the country, the Intelligence Branch was in full RD mode, trying to create weapons to fight the Interdimensional Demons off. Who could Yoshida call?
-THE ECONOMY BRANCH!- Yoshida face palmed before lifting his chair and sitting again in front of the screen to contact anybody from the Economy Branch. –Hello? Main Economy Branch Office? Is there a high ranking officer available? If so come urgently to the Monitoring Room!- Words escaped Yoshida’s mouth like a torrent, crashing against whoever was in the other side of the line. That person replied with an unmistakable kansai accent. –Wait, wait, calm down…. I’m Yuki Minato from the Economy Branch… why do you need me?- She was a bit pissed at it showed. She kind of fell asleep on her office after balancing the budget and Yoshida woke her up with his desperate request. The Intelligence Branch grunt tried to modulate containing his fear and anxiety.
-Sorry ma’am, but I’ve been searching for the highest ranking officer present in the HQ as indicated by the protocol, something very worrying has been detected.- Yuki heard the whole explanation as she tidied up her desk and her hair. –There is a massive power surge in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, way beyond anything I’ve ever seen. - Yoshida’s voice was trembling, evidence of the dread he was feeling. –Calm down, first of all, is it Interdimensional? Because protocol also dictates that you give priority to Interdimensional Energy Spikes.- Yoshida’s ragged breathing, still not under control was the only thing she could her as he checked the equipment and sensors. –No ma’am, but the spike is read as Kami-4, something really powerful is hiding under the sea.-
-KAMI-4!?- Yuki jumped from her chair, changing her communication device to mobile mode as she rushed towards the Monitoring Room. –Don’t move from there, I will get to your location as soon as I can.- She cut the communication and started checking the JHWAB Roster, an advantage any high ranking officer had. –FUCK!- She barked a curse between gritted teeth as she scrolled down the roster. No Military Agents were available… scratch that, no field approved operatives were free to act. Yet something at the bottom of the roster caught her attention.
Third-Party JHWAB Approved Contractors
Yuki pressed the folder icon as she kept striding forward, her high heels clacking on the reinforced floors. It was a list of every BHA or other organization signed up individuals, as well some cleared freelancers that could be called to serve in official JHWAB business. Most of the names were unknowns to Yuki, as she usually worked in the less fun parts of Hidden World Handling. She worked her way through the settings searching for an individual with previous affiliations to the JHWAB, a mostly spotless record and leadership chops. –Let’s see…- She muttered to herself while scrolling down, yet she didn’t have the knowledge to do a proper decision… But she quickly realized she didn’t need to know who to pick, she just had to pick the proper candidate.
The Minato Heir stopped walking and closed her eyes, scrolling over the list with her thumb a couple times. She was trying to let luck choose and if you think that was irresponsible you didn’t know Yuki, as her powers allowed her to be “luckier” than others. There was some old blessing, or maybe a curse, that made Yuki one of the luckiest persons in Japan. Yet to balance out her luck usually affected others, so if she had good luck somebody else would have bad luck in an equally balanced way. She tried to avoid using her powers, even if most of the time they worked on their own, but this time was an emergency. –C’mon… C’mon…. give mommy a good one… I need a good leader… Somebody loyal to the JHWAB…-
She stopped scrolling randomly and pressed the screen, opening her eyes to find the picture of a young man, or at least young looking, you never know in this line of work, with messy blond hair and piercing blue eyes. His facial traits were sharp, almost animalistic, with sharp eyes and even sharper teeth.
Name: Callis Nomene
Category: Drifter – Humanoid
Threat Level: Kamaitachi 1 / Tengu 5
Affiliation: Bounty Hunter Association Yatagarasu Branch
Callis Nomene is a humanoid being, self identified as half human and half Saevus (Further investigation needed) categorized as a Drifter, as he is an interdimensional traveler. Callis Nomene has been involved in several incidents in the past 2 years and his presence has been vital to solve or at least lessen the negative effects of some of these. Constant contact was established with him upon his hiring by the BHA Yatagarasu Branch. He has served in crucial mission for the JHWAB in more than one occasion and is highly considered recruiting him to be part of the Military Department in the near future.
Yuki smiled. This was perfect, the more she kept reading the more she was confident that Callis was the right choice to lead a team. She finally reached the Monitoring room as she finished sending a message to Callis with instructions about how to create a team with the assets in the list and send an official JHWAB approval. Making an official JHWAB mission without a single proper agent was a risky move, but difficult problems always needed unorthodox solutions, or at least that was Yuki’s creed. She could only hope while she watched the energy spike and hoped for the best.
Callis received the message, waking up on his Kyoto apartment. Lately he had been working a lot, maybe too much. He was in the fastlane for a promotion in the BHA, capturing many bounties in the area of Kyoto. He had gained a bit more of control over his newfound powers, yet still he felt a bit of unease when using them, as if the mysterious swords had a mind of their own from time to time. For example last week he was chasing a couple of half human half mystic fox thieves and the sword he summoned vanished mid-slash to avoid hurting the criminals, he ended up lifting a stop sign off the ground and using it as a makeshift halberd. Quite a brutish strategy, but the sword disappearing act forced him to improvise.
He read the information in the text message that reached his phone, a commodity he got accustomed to out of necessity. The Beast Knight scrolled down the list looking for prospective allies for such mission. Some were busy, but others he knew and respected were available. He sent invitations to Crow Cementerio and Jose Hernandez without a second of doubt, as both of them were quite skilled and had strong morals. Callis was a bit disappointed that Haruko Miyata wasn’t available, but he found another Miyata in the list, listed as a relative of the Seamstress. He finished picking the last member with a high ranked asset called Johnathan Chandler who seemed to have positive reviews.
The Beast Knight prepped his gear. Finally after quite a long time of pleading and opinions from his BHA comrades he got new clothes for the work, hooked up by a couple of seamstress working part time for the BHA. His new clothing was similar to his old uniform, only that it had more minimalistic features and the materials were cutting edge to balance the lack of magic on it. His red cloak was complete again and his new blue jacket was interwoven with highly resistant materials, while still being very light. He also took a bunch of throwing knives, a skill he wasn’t fond of but was useful from time to time.
He sent the coordinates with the official JHWAB seal to the intended team and travelled towards it to reach it before them so he could wait them in the southern side of an island, split in two halves by massive peaks.
Unbeknown to Callis somebody else was doing something similar in the other side of the peaks, in the northern shores of the island. Falken Degiraz the infamous mercenary, was chilling on a rock waiting for other individuals recruited by his mysterious employers. As he waited the Dual Wielding Angel of Death reminisced about the strange circumstances of his hiring to this particular mission. It happened a couple of days before and it was quite the bizarre meeting.
A tall. too tall to be human, figure cloaked in black entered his office. Whoever he was it was quite clear he wasn’t human, at least not that Falken could know, as none of his sensors managed to get a proper reading out of the mysterious employer who had some sort of distortion around him to block any kind of detection. –Mr. Degiraz? – He asked with a strange, exotic accent. The mysterious employer’s voice had some sort of gurgling behind it, quite off-putting. Falken, who was sitting behind his desk, legs over it, while eating a burger, smiled. –Yeah, that’s me… do you have a job? Because if you don’t have a job you can go fuck yourself.-
The mysterious employer swiftly replied by placing a metallic box on the desk. It was weird, he didn’t seem to be carrying it before, almost as if he pulled it out of nowhere. An electronic noise preceded the side of the box sliding open and revealing at least 50 kilos in gold bars. –I need you to enter an abandoned facility and bring me a particular item, a crystal sphere, of about the size of a nati…. Of a “football”.- He spoke the last sentence with some difficulty, as if he never said most of the words before.- Falken raised an eyebrow. –So much money just for raiding an abandoned facility? I feel that you aren't telling me eveything, am I right?-
The enigmatic customer didn’t reply. The silence was strange, as the faint notions of body language Falken had indicated he was talking to somebody, even if he was silent. Finally the mystery employer broke his silence. –There are many traps and security measures you will need to surpass.- The Infamous Mercenary was content with that reply, this wasn’t the first time he did something like this, so he proceeded to his next question. –Am I doing this alone?- Once again the enigmatic cloaked man took a moment before replying. –No, some of my comrades also extended a similar offer to enhanced humans akin to yourself, they will meet you in the coordinates I will give you.- The hooded man placed a pendrive on the desk.
-Fair enough. - Falken opened one of his drawers, looking at the content before picking a pen and a contract. –I will ask you to sign… HUH!?- When the Infamous Mercenary looked again the employer had disappeared. Even if the whole situation seemed a bit fishy Falken couldn’t avoid feeling a bit curious about the mission, so he took his gear and travelled to the island, waiting in the north shore for the others to arrive.