#dr. vin itzel

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"Oh, sis, I thought you would know by now how worthless you are in all of this," Rachel sang sweetly. "You're just the bait."

0229 was near to panicking now. "We need to get to MinD, right now."

/They wrote a short note, put it in the girl's pocket, and left her there with the police. As they left, a policewoman noticed the mysterious, unconscious girl somehow at her desk and read the note that was sticking out of her pocket. The note was simple. 'Her name is Harriet Weaver.'/

Jim looks around the empty storage room, trying to make the best plan of action. Should she go for stealth? No, she decides, the doctor already knows about them, the time for stealth was past. 

“Iztel!” she shouts, marching out of the hidden room and into the corridors. “Where are you?”

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A Nice Friendly Family Dinner

Word count: 752 

tw: violence and s p o o k

Family dinners are usually portrayed as either tense events or fairy tale dreams. Of course, they weren’t exactly family, but it was all they had. As marred as they all were, there was a distinct (yet fragile) compromise between them.

But tonight, the silence was palpable. Each of them ate their dinner quietly, as if even a single word would break the fragile truce.

“…are we not going to talk about this?”

Everyone stopped what they were doing. No one looked at each other. 0229 sighed and ran their hands through their hair. “We have to talk about this.”

“No,” Adam stated defiantly. He rose from his seat and strode to the hallway. Vin nearly knocked over her seat and made a move to grab his shoulder, but Adam caught her hand.

“Leave it,” he whispered. “We’re not cut out for this.”

Adam left the room, leaving the others in the silence.

Dr. Itzel stood there for a moment, staring at the place Adam had disappeared, before turning on his heel to glare at the Host.

“Don’t put this on me,” it began, “You know that it's—”

“Not your fault?” The doctor scoffed. “You are just a snake in that white suit.”

The Host leaned back in its chair, food untouched. “Stating the obvious, Zed.”

“Shut up you backstabbing—”

“Hey now. Don’t get your featherth ruffled, doc.” Ector popped another grape into his mouth, cane on his lap and feet propped up on the table. “You know what happenth.”

The Good Doctor pressed a hand to his forehead. “I can’t deal with this. I can’t.” Sinking into her seat, she let the silence overwhelm them once more.

The Host shook its head and went back to writing on its notepad. For a full minute, its pen was poised above the paper, but nothing was written. Finally, in a fit of rage, it threw the pen across the room and slammed a hand on the table loudly. 0229 and Vin jumped, and Ector raised a brow.

“GODDAMN IT!” It knocked over its chair and stormed upstairs.

The doctor and the subject looked at each other uncertainty, and then glanced at Ector. Before either of them could say anything, he raised a finger to stop them.

“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t,” he warned. “It’ll jutht land you in more trouble.”

“But what if we—”

“No. You-know-who ith in a bad mood and active.” He threw a grape into the air and leaned his head back to catch it. “Betht to just wait it out.”

This time, it was 0229 that stood up. “For such a smart and powerful being, you sure do like to do nothing,” they spat. “Just lay down and take it, why don’t y—”

In an instant, Ector had pinned them against the wall, hand at their throat. He was all dark eyes and darker words, and danger radiated off of him in waves. He leaned into 0229’s ear.

“Don’t you dare try to tell me how to do my job,” he whispered. 0229 struggled, but he caught their foot with the end of his cane and pinned it to the floor. “We’re in danger already. Do you really want to make another enemy?” He cracked his cane against their shin and stepped back, leaving them to crumple to the floor.

0229 winced and cursed under their breath. Dr. Itzel, who had been frozen in fear up to this point, rushed to them. He glared up at Ector, who tipped his hat and grinned.

“Jutht trying to make a point, doc. We can’t afford to thlip.” He raised his cane and turned it to the ceiling, banging against the plaster twice. “Ain’t that right?” he asked in a slightly louder voice, looking up towards the next floor.

He turned on his heel and strolled towards the hallway, his long coat swishing behind him. He stopped at the hallway entrance. “Careful there. They might take it out on you.”

In a flash, he was gone, leaving doctor and patient alone.

The pair didn’t look at each other, or even speak. There was too much silence between them to fit speech. Dr. Itzel helped 0229 up, and they made their way to their rooms in an odd staggering gait. Their uneven footsteps echoed in the dirty passages.

They did not say goodnight; they only looked at each other for a moment. And then, with a slamming of doors and their accompanying echoes, there was no one else.

I’d say it was a successful meal.

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★ Past

Let’s see… when 0229 and Itzel were created, they were at each other’s throats constantly in this, like, perverted game of cat and mouse. I never expected the Queer to happen fieoja

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WHAT HAPPENED?!!1!?

If you’d like to see the full event: https://discord.gg/XwWVKWb Everything is open, but you can only talk in the voice and general chat.

Over the weekend (starting about Friday) I made a discord server. This was my first one. I had only made my (first) account a couple of days previous– but I had an idea.

The server was called “Everything is Fine”. If you’ve been following me for a while, you know this is a phrase you should be highly suspicious of.

While I was setting up, I introduced two new characters: Adam Nesling and Ector Elm. I chose their last names for a very specific reason.

Then, the big day came!!! You all were invited. About 20 people came. (AHHHH????) Every guest was given a nickname. The people who participated are as follows:

The Traveler @splatoon-jim wasn’t there, but she helped me figure out how to Discord and for that many thanks 

The Photographer: @pain-in-my-aesthetic (Edit: I’M SORRY I HAD YOU HERE I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED)

The Librarian The Singer The Stupid Siren @mltcp

The Veteran @ironwoman359

The Enchanter @flower-non

The Musician @littleteenblog

The Warrior @readeatfightlove13

The Adventurer @the-editor-is-bored

The Detective @princessbelix

The Exorcist @the-real-bubblegum-bitch

The Insane @sam-moss

The Healer @nikkyshows

The Magician @the-asexual-reaper

The Hunter @virgil-loves-princey

The Poet @poem-jim

The Soldier @forgottenbehindtheinternet

and of course…

The Helpless @theinvisiblespoon

The Host played by @theinvisiblespoon (but technically a separate entity.)

For almost the entire time, everyone playing was in voice chat. I’ll try to relay what I remember. I’ll also star (*) my favorite moments.

*Warrior, Spy, and Host are the first ones in the chat. Spy does not appreciate the Host’s bullshit.

Multiple people start to join, and everyone is conversing and bitching about the Host.

People notice that the Host is in the Beware role and the Helpless is in the Safe…¿ role. They also begin to piece together the available information. Everyone discusses code.

FINE is an acronym for F-ellow I-tzel N-esling E-lm.

*People suspect the Observer.

People are confused by their given nicknames.

Cool people that I never expected to join actually jOIN and I’m trying not to freak out because I’m playing a part.

*What I really loved about this whole thing is that it brought a bunch of people together in hating a common enemy. Everyone had a good time, and everyone was closer because of it.

*Veteran, Musician, Spy, Enchanter, Warrior, and Librarian all appreciate me ahhhhhh

The Host says that this will be a game of wits more then strength.

People vote Veteran to be group leader so nobody chokes to death. Everyone appreciated Veteran for that.

A theory arises that the Host is the Host, a character that Mark plays.

Veteran knows from experience that the Host is a dic not gracious.

People notice that the Host has full control of the environment, and are very anxious.

Voice chat begins.

*The Librarian becomes the Singer (per your requests)

The Helpless speaks!!!! “I have not been me for a long time”

The Singer sings!!! (It was beautiful)

Viz’s Tumblr heading and description changes. (It is still there.)

People notice this list from a day or so before.

*/zoom kitchen

*Anytime the Host types, everybody is like “oH GOD EVERYONE RUN”

Singer gives the Host the idea of Morse code.

…—…

The Helpless communicates for a bit through the Host (and Morse code), but the Host discovers them.

Binary: “Shut up, Detective.” (I may be paraphrasing)

At some point, the Singer becomes the Stupid Siren.

I sing Birds, and soon… We begin.

*The Spy comes back for a bit, and people are suspicious, but let it go.

The Photographer becomes a mod.

Someone: I’ll stab you with a spoon. The Host: only if the spoon is invisible. (This got multiple middle fingers)

Entrance hall: (voice chat is basically WTF VIZ)

Dining room: The Host is a creep. Nobody likes it. The Host is casually impatient.

The Host mentions that you are being led straight to your deaths.

I should mention that people have “roles” in this game. Guests (blue) Not Safe (red) Beware (orange) and Safe…¿ (black). Prior to this, the Host was orange, the Helpless was black, and everyone playing was blue.

*The Veteran speaks out of turn, and her name goes red. (Lots of screaming and panicking in the voice chat)

The Host mentions that you should move as one, or die.

The Host is impatient af

Kitchen: Everyone ransacks the kitchen.

Aleah goes back to the dining room to glare at the Host.

*Everyone in the kitchen begins to choke. (There is so much screaming and panicking lol)

Dining room: Everyone hates the Host with a burning passion.

The Host asks everyone to be quiet, but nobody is. Suddenly, no one is able to type in the chat. (So much fear in the voice chat, everyone.)

The Host is a sassy motherfucker.

Servant 1: There is a riddle! Stupid Siren is a smarty pants and checks if there are laundry machines. Number four has the key.

Servant 2: There were other people here before?!?! gasps in Spanish

*Magician tries to cheat the system, and begins to choke. She stops after she drops the Bobby pin, but half the people ran into the next room so eVERONE IS CHOKING AGAIN (the voice chat was, again, just_ screaming_.)

Storage room: People try to go into the secret trapdoor but tHEN THEY WILL BE STUCK THERE SO I DISTRACT THEM WITH THE HOST

The Host: “The only way to get out of the Not Safe role is to kill someone else.”

Theater: The Host is watching an old movie and is also a cocky asshole

*Magician wants to know if the Host can die. The Host mutes everyone (screaming) except Magician so she has the opportunity. Magician doesn’t take it, though. (Which is nice for me, cause I would probably die. Of course, it knew that.)

Enchanter becomes red. The Host can do what it wants.

Magician is annoying and begins to choke.

The Healer takes the Magician’s pain on to herself.

Hallway 2: The Host is not happy Healer did that. Healer turns red.

Everyone begins fighting amongst themselves, which the Host finds interesting.

Music: A piano tune riddle that coincidentally happens to be the bass line for the opening of WKM. (This wasn’t intentional I swear)

Library: The out of place books are an anagram for “PICK AND CHOOSE”. The meaning of this was not resolved.

*(“There is an open tab on the catalog computer.” “Is it pornhub?”)

Hallway 1: The Host “This will be interesting.” _It eyes Aleah. _Aleah is not too friendly with the upcoming characters.

The unlocked doors are bedroom F and bedroom I. (Fine is an acronym.)

*Everyone in voice chat is like “holy shit are we going to see 0229 and Itzel?!?!”

Bedroom F: 0229 attacks them. They also are in the corner.

0229 doesn’t have a sister. The Host lies.

There is a broken mirror in the bathroom. No one is choking when people are in multiple rooms. The Host is mysteriously absent.

Bedroom I: 0229 and Dr. Itzel are happy to see each other. They hug and cry. Then, they vanish.

Zedekiel I and II neutralized.

Aleah really wants to kill/maim Itzel and 0229.

Everyone is confused. The tumblr heading: “_The first were torn apart.” _

A mirror is broken in the bathroom.

Hallway 3: People are cautious. As they should be.

Bedroom N: Adam is unconscious. He wakes up and immediately aims a gun at everyone.

Everyone’s like “jESUS CHRIST Adam calm tf down”

Metatron neutralized.

Adam leaves and some people take weapons. You should’ve used those.

People figure out they don’t choke when they are in multiple rooms. _The Host lies _is mentioned for that fact.

A mirror is broken in the bathroom.

Hallway 3: People waltz into that hallway.

*Bedroom E: Ector Elm is immediately everyone’s favorite.

He has a lisp.

*Veteran’s burning hand trick does not work on him.

*Ector: “Love ya! The Librarian The Singer The Stupid Siren (everyone bursts out laughing)

They realize this entire game was a test.

On a single page– The Host Lies.

********The door slams shut and locks all of them in. The Spy stands outside the door. (Actual terrified screaming at this point– you guys almost took out my ears)

*Oh yeah, I should probably mention that the Spy was also played by me. If you didn’t figure it out already.

****The Spy’s role changes from Guest to Beware.

I (as the Spy) told everyone repeatedly in the beginning that I was a spy, you idiots.

The door stays closed for days. The group finally leaves the building, and when they do, they wake up in their beds, gasping and panting for air. It wasn’t a dream however. But they are all alive. And isn’t that what really matters?

At this point, I received many middle fingers.

*All of their names turn red. (lots of OH GOD NONONO)

Stupid Siren: “I’m not a rat.” Veteran: “We are to them.” Good point.

Photographer suggests “The Ruined Manor Gang” and everyone agrees.

*PEOPLE GOT INSPIRED BY MY TORTURE FEST WOWOWOW

Thank you so much for being a part of this! Watch your backs, gang…there’s a target on them now.

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(@ironwoman359 )

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Rachel says, and the smile is audible in her echoing voice. 

0229 calms down just enough to gather their thoughts. “Aleah, I believe the doc has Jim. And don’t try to call her back, or do anything with your soul, really, because it will hurt Jim if you do. If we teleport quickly, it might be enough, though--” 0229′s thoughts are scattered, frantically trying to come up with a plan to help everyone. They aren’t used to having to care about other people. They put a sweaty hand on the wall to steady themselves. “--and, then if we can, uh--”

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Character Profile: Dr. Vin Itzel

Designation: [ Ẃm̸V̡k̷ZW̧tp͟Z͡Ww͜g̵SUķ= ]

Name: Vin Itzel

Age: 78

Pronouns: She/her, he/him

Occupation: Scientist

Personality: Manipulative, intelligent, and sweet.

Abilities: Interaction with the insubstantial.

Physical: Short and heavy. Relaxed stand is perfect posture, hands behind back.

Vocal: Medium-toned and sweet.

Relationships: Imprisons 0229. Ector Elm is a professional contact.

Misc: Portrayed as the villian but--

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A long way away, or maybe not far at all, Dr. Itzel and 0229 sit at opposite ends of a table in a locked room. Both listen in on Aleah and Jim absently. Both believe this to be the end, though oftentimes it seldom is. Both believe they have the upper hand, which is the nature of pride and revenge. Both are a hideous mixture of victim and perpetrator, melded together by the other person. Both stare into each others eyes, invisible storms passing behind brilliant green and dull hazel.

They have been locked in a rat maze for so long that they cannot fully tell where one ends and the other begins, connected by terrible experiences and the threads of magic. For now, they stare into one another's eyes, waiting for one to strike.

"You have grown stronger since the last time I have seen you, 0229."

"You flatter me. In comparison, you've stayed exactly the same."

"I may still have the upper hand, 0229. I know calling back that trauma for Jim took a lot out of you."

"I know creating the white room for Jim took a lot out of you, too."

They lapse into a tense silence. What may seem like a normal (if not petty) conversation to an outsider is, in reality, the fresh beginnings of a treacherous battle, the war already long fought.

(@ironwoman359 )

Dr. Iztel’s gaze fixes on a point somewhere behind Jim. 

“Jim, I think it would be best to leave before things get much worse.” His voice resounds in Aleah’s mind. 

If you risked this much to rescue Jim, I would suggest you rescue her incredibly quickly. 

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Everything is F.I.N.E. FAQ

What is it? EiF is a game I created that played out in Discord on MLK day of 2018. It started as a couple throwaway cryptic posts in December of 2017 and evolved into this huge thing. 

Why is it named EiF? Well, said cryptic posts often had the words “Everything is fine” included. Eventually, I created a reason for that (see character list below)

Who are the characters? Oh, boy, I love them. More than half of them are awful people though so that’s a downside. If you notice, the last four’s last name initials spell out FINE.

Viz/The Helpless (they/them). Not much is known about this character.

The Host (it/its). The only things known about it are what it’s shared. General asshole, but otherwise mysterious.

The Spy (they/them). Barely anything is known about this dude other than they work for the Host and betrayed the Players. However, they have also helped the Players. Their position isn’t clear. 

Sam Fellow/0229 (they/them). Their past has been shared before, but it’s been called into question many times. They are both a victim and a very close friend of Vin. The details of this have not yet been explored. However, we do know this about them.

Dr. Vin Itzel (she/he). Not much is known about her except that she’s a scientist. Much like Sam, he has shared his past before, but that has been called into question. More about Itzel is here.

Adam Nesling (he/him). He is supposedly a hitman indebted to Ector Elm. He’s a relatively quiet guy. Once again, not much is really known about him except for this.

Ector Elm (indifferent, but most people use he/him). Very little known about him. Basically, he’s a manipulative bastard and everyone loves him. Also, he has a lisp. More over here.

What happened? Hoo boy. That is. A question. ……………anyway, here’s the sequence of (canon) events that have taken place so far. btw everything is technically canon for reasons i won’t get into now but

All the fics are over here if you need them. If you prefer AO3, that exists as well.

The Player’s Timeline (so far):

Celine and Damien’s Gift (fic)

The Hit (fic)

The first manor incident (summary: the Host is a douche, the Spy is a traitorous asshole, Sam and Vin are cute, Adam needs to Chill™, Ector is fucking fabulous, and nothing is actually fine. Also no one is safe.)

A Nice Friendly Family Dinner (fic) 

@the-helpless-host starts posting (chrono)

Is there more? You bet your ass there is. The second part is currently in development (over halfway done! This is one of the things on the list). 

How do I join? Send me an ask or message to sign up for the taglist!

I want to see what’s happening, but I don’t want to participate. That’s okay! Definitely still sign up for the taglist; you don’t have to be an active participant. This time around, there will be a Spectator role as well as a Player role.

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Celine and Damien's Gift

Hey there! I'm not always that great with fluff, and I tend to stick more towards angst. But, lo and behold, some Christmas fluff. I hope you like it!

Taglist; @pleaseletthisjimbetaken @nikkyshows @princessbelix @goddamnit-mira @littleteenblog @nammies @the-asexual-reaper @ironwoman359

Tw: [UNRETRIEVABLE]

Word count: [UNRETRIEVABLE]

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The egos were having a lovely Christmas Eve, and the snow was falling outside. The fire crackled with unprecedented warmth. Everyone was talking with each other, even the more surly egos, whilst a slow Christmas song played from somewhere nearby.

Wilford had been looking a little down at this party, Dark had noticed. He decided to confront him, though he thought he knew the reason why.

He picked his way through the crowd to his friend, who was sitting in a corner moping.

“Wilford?”

The man was startled out of his thoughts.

“0-Oh, Dark, it”s just you.”

“WhaTs wr0ng?’’’’ dArk ask3D,

“ w3Ll, ,I was jUst wa11ting for…….CEl1ne agd Gami3n;”

“Hao, soHs4#(+#)@0@9$83-$+Hao3b@hsllallahshbhhhjhfyhsssssssssssssss—

[CONNECTION INTERRUPTED]

[RETRYING…]

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[RETRYING…]

[FAILURE]

[SEARCHING FOR ALTERNATE ROUTES…]

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[1͜ C̛ONNECT͞IO͢N̵(͡S) FO̢U͜NḐ]

[C̡҉̡Ò̢͠͞N̢͢͏Ņ̵̶E͡C͝T͘͢͞I̵̡͡͠N͟G̸͘…͜͝]

[C̸̵̢̢͢͝͝͞O̡̡Ń̀̕͠NÉ̡̧̛́̕C̸̨T͏̵͡I̷̴͞͝҉͏O͏̛́̕͟͞͝N̶̡͜ ̸̷̶̸̢̀̀̕S̷̛̛͞͝UC̴̴̢̨̡͟͡͠C̢Ę̵̵̡̛̀͜͞SS҉͘F̢̧̛̛̛̀͘̕Ú̡L]

It was a lovely day. The flowers bloomed on the grass by the side of the ocean, and the salty air penetrated the innermost reaches of the camp. 0229 reached up to the high barred window and let the morning light brush their fingertips. In their cold cell, they closed their eyes and imagined being outside, of flying so far away. You see, in 0229’s whole life, they had never seen the beach just a mere 100 yards away from them.

The cell was in one of the older blocks, though the other blocks were only mildly improved. The walls were plain concrete, marked with the small revolution of the record of days left from subjects previous. The iron door was rusty from the sea air, but nevertheless impenetrable. A small toilet sat in the corner, and a shabby cot sat in place of a real bed, bolted to the floor. And finally, the barred window, high up on the wall, a two by one foot escape into the outside world.

The sound of soft footsteps in the hallway jerked 0229 away from their daydream and into a defensive stance, eyes wide and body trembling. The footsteps came to a stop outside their door, and 0229 heard the jangling of old keys outside the door. Then, the click of the lock. The creak of the door hinges.

A short figure stood in the hallway, face masked in shadow.

“Come with me.”

He walked to the left, and out of sight.

0229 stared for a moment, then hurried after her. They knew the consequences of delay. They also didn't try to take a different route—they had already tried that many times before, and the consequences were equally dire. They just scurried after the person in front of them, hoping today would be a good day.

The pair wound their way through the camp, passing endless rows of rusting doors. When they arrived, it was a familiar lab that 0229 had seen before. The memories associated were not pleasant.

0229 stepped into the room anyway, closing the door behind them.

Be good. She might let you off easy today—

The doctor began to set up Experiment H, and 0229 whimpered.

He looked up at them.

“Good subjects do not make noise unless prompted.”

0229 nodded shakily.

“Yes, Dr. Itzel.”

The doctor got back to work, her hands moving quickly. Soon, the experiment was up and running, and the doctor gestured for 0229 to get into the contraption. They reluctantly complied, because what else was there to do?

Dr. Itzel set up her part, clipboard and voice recorder at the ready. 0229 braced themselves, knowing the torture that would come. The doctor strapped them in, and made his way to the activator switch. Her voice recorder started.

“March sixteenth, 1981. Subject 0229, Experiment H, trial twenty. Powers are still presumed dormant, no progress shown. Begin test in three…”

Silent tears streamed down 0229’s face.

“Two…”

Dr. Itzel’s hand shook.

“One.”

0229’s screams ripped through the room, piercing the very soul of poor Vin Itzel. He had never wanted this. Never. She had been good, once. But this test would lead the way to sheer madness, destroying any hope for any other subject except 0229. The others would die, but 0229 would live on, trapped in an abandoned building with Dr. Itzel. But, who would be better off? The dead, or the living?

[CONNECTION TERMINATED]

[RESTARTING SYSTEM]

[PLEASE WAIT…]

[...]

[CONNECTION RESTORED]

—ilford woke up in the morning, he found the message supposedly left by Celine and Damien. When Wilford had rushed to Dark happily, tears in his eyes, Dark only said, “I guess they just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas.”

And a merry Christmas it was.

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Character Profile: Ector Elm

Designation: [ U͏Ghh͡bńV͢l͞b̷A=͢= ]

Name: Ector Elm 

Age: [unknown]

Pronouns: He/him, but accepts any.

Occupation: Dealmaker.

Personality: A liar. Manipulative and intelligant. A little cocky and very eccentric.

Abilities: [unknown]

Physical: Relaxed and lounging. Acts like he owns the place, and probably does.

Vocal: High and bouncy with a lisp.

Relationships: Top debtor is Adam Nesling. Professional contact with Dr. Vin Itzel.

Misc: Cane.

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Character Profile: 0229

Designation: [ Wm͠V҉k̕Z҉W͟tp̀Z̧Wwg̴S̶Q=̛=̶  ]

Name: [corrupted]

Age: 54

Pronouns: They/them

Occupation: Prisoner 

Personality: Intelligent and manipulative. Wants to help, but first and foremost does what is best for them.

Abilities: Interaction with the insubstantial.

Physical: Small and wiry; looks like they are always ready to run.

Vocal: Quiet and medium toned.

Relationships: Prisoner to Dr. Vin Itzel. Best friend of Adam, but they haven’t seen him in a long time. Family: Deceased.

Misc: Favorite Possession: A long chain necklace.

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Surprisingly, the pain suddenly lifts. When Jim finally opens her eyes, she is in the same dusty study she had been initially. Dr. Itzel is still sitting in the same chair she had always been.

"Oh, goodness, I hope that was not terribly bad. Forgive me, but besides your soul, you were never trapped here. Now, your soul is not trapped here either. I do hope you do not attack me, but I have to focus my attention on 0229."

Speaking of 0229, they felt the sudden retraction of power. "Aleah, I think the doc knows we're here."

(@ironwoman359 )

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Rachel says, and the smile is audible in her echoing voice. 

0229 calms down just enough to gather their thoughts. “Aleah, I believe the doc has Jim. And don’t try to call her back, or do anything with your soul, really, because it will hurt Jim if you do. If we teleport quickly, it might be enough, though–” 0229′s thoughts are scattered, frantically trying to come up with a plan to help everyone. They aren’t used to having to care about other people. They put a sweaty hand on the wall to steady themselves. “–and, then if we can, uh–”

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(@ironwoman359 )

Dr. Iztel’s gaze fixes on a point somewhere behind Jim. 

“Jim, I think it would be best to leave before things get much worse.” His voice resounds in Aleah’s mind. 

If you risked this much to rescue Jim, I would suggest you rescue her incredibly quickly. 

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0229 takes it with a small smile. "Don't worry, I won't let her stop me."

"I would presume I was too afraid of the consequences. It was so long ago, I can hardly remember." He pauses, thinking of a question for Jim. "Do you remember your childhood? What was it like?"

(@ironwoman359 )

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Rachel says, and the smile is audible in her echoing voice. 

0229 calms down just enough to gather their thoughts. “Aleah, I believe the doc has Jim. And don’t try to call her back, or do anything with your soul, really, because it will hurt Jim if you do. If we teleport quickly, it might be enough, though–” 0229′s thoughts are scattered, frantically trying to come up with a plan to help everyone. They aren’t used to having to care about other people. They put a sweaty hand on the wall to steady themselves. “–and, then if we can, uh–”

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"Yup. Sounds about right," the subject says, keeping their face neutral. "After that, everything will be fine."

"Alright, Jim. An eye for an eye. What do you know about 0229?" While the question wasn't personal, it was something Dr. Itzel was inclined to know.

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“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Rachel says, and the smile is audible in her echoing voice. 

0229 calms down just enough to gather their thoughts. “Aleah, I believe the doc has Jim. And don’t try to call her back, or do anything with your soul, really, because it will hurt Jim if you do. If we teleport quickly, it might be enough, though–” 0229′s thoughts are scattered, frantically trying to come up with a plan to help everyone. They aren’t used to having to care about other people. They put a sweaty hand on the wall to steady themselves. “–and, then if we can, uh–”