#then the moment the logo is shown we cut to the actual logo built near hq's entrance!

[itslilacokay]

I was looking through your NS?AU stuff because im invested and i think i remember you saying that scn got flung into the trees

So may I ask, how the FUCK did the mercs manage to fling a stickfigure, who knows full well they have powers, AND CAN USE THEM???? SCN WHAT HAPPENED????

Also did they all fling him into the trees (<- as in they all somehow contributed to him being flung) or was it just one of them who got him flung

ALRIGHTY!!! THATS ALL THANKS SM!!!

lets just saaay, it was an accident

scn went to distract the mercs while tr would escape with tcl to hide, though green noticed that and started readying an attack to stop them

then scn noticed that and flew over in hopes of dragging them out of the way so the attack didnt hit them

luckily it did, but scn got hit in its place instead

it seemed the attack was more powerful than green thought and sent scn FLYING across lots of trees, the moment he landed he passed out, NOT DEAD I NEED TO SPECIFY HES NOT DEA

tr would have ran to try and get him but noticed the mercs were using the fact he was distracted to capture tcl

they wouldve left too if it wasnt for tr using the paintbrush tool once again in retaliation

cloak guy had enough though, pausing him as a result

up until this point same thing happens like in wanted, tcl manages to get rid of the dart and gets reallllly upset, flies over to cloak guy and then the pause yeahyeaaah yadda

the thing is, the mercs could have unpaused tr and left him there the moment they were about to use their hoverbikes, but by how they acted during the whole fight, he sure as hell arent gonna be quiet about it. he would definitely try telling someone about it, sure its a high chance they wouldnt believe him and wouldnt know what he was talking about but it felt best that he doesnt tell anyone at all

plus, that tool he used seems like an intrigue for researching and since tr used it and definitely knows what he's doing with it, they'll need him for additional information about this, so they took him with them back to illustratiocorp

offtopic but co. doesnt directly find out about tr and tcl getting kidnapped, while they were running over to get to scn and tr, they heard a loud commotion among the trees and they went to check it out thinking they could be near to where the two are

turns out its just scn passed out whoops

at least they found one of them though!

[lemonlilyxx-blog]

Average -Minicat- Part Five

 After long hours of Sark, Evan, and I moving around the horrifically wounded towards the front of the restaurant for the ambulance to pick up, taking care of those people, and then even sorting out the dead, it was near midnight and we were at Sark’s house. Evan and I sat on the couch inside, both dead tired, waiting for the owner to return from talking to an officer, attempting to get the questions tomorrow rather than now. We all needed rest in the most desperate of ways. I turned towards Evan to talk, but the canasian was already dozed off, face pressed against the the side of the couch. It looked quite uncomfortable.

I looked around the living room, and everything still matched up the way it was when the two of us lived here with the kind man. The furniture setup, same wall colors, same throw pillows, blankets on the back of the couches, and even same photos- being there were a few added, yet the darkness of the house hid the faces from sight. I could’ve turned on the lights, but I felt too invasive already. Too grungy for the light blues and reds and reds of his house.

       “Tyler, Evan,” the front door closed harshly, and I felt him stir next to me.

       “Sleeping,” I whispered through the dark. Sark gave a small nod.

       “Tyler then, we need to talk about a few things. Now, it’s urgent.” Sark strode across the room, motioning for me to follow him, which I quickly did. We walked into the kitchen and Sark began a coffee brew, before continuing. “So, I already told you about Montoya and all that mess?”

       “Yeah, hope you don’t mind that I told Evan.”

       “No, he needs to know this stuff-” I cut Sark off.

       “And maybe the news reporter.” I’ve never seen someone look so horrified, even today, Sark’s expression now beat all the injured. “I mean he was in the car and I just started blabbering and, god I’m sorry.”

       “Tyler.” Sark took a brisk breath. “Let’s just hope that he thinks he was in some type of shock, he was hearing things. That’s a thing that can happen sometimes, let’s just hope..” He trailed off, before turning to the counter again, grabbing mugs and the brew, and pouring the two of us some of the warm liquid.

       “Thanks,” I muttered, grabbing the mug and taking a long sip. If Sark heard me, he ignored the comment.

       “So, you know how I work at the facility still?” I nodded. Sark was all against what the B.C.T.R.F. was doing, he hated his job in all it had. Yet he couldn’t quit, they wouldn’t let him. They would literally kill him if they did, so there would be less of a chance of him telling what they actually do there. So the poor man was stuck at that job, although he said this himself, they never let him go under level 5. Where all the experiments were. “Basically, what happened a few days ago, a few people escaped.”

        “Excuse me? How? Did you-”

        “No, no, I didn’t help them get out in any sort of way. But yeah, experiment numbers 55823, 56114, and 56817 are missing. Ryan, Brock, and Brian,” Sark explained.

        “How do you know their-”

        “The three of them are kinda downstairs.”

        “In your basement?”

        “Lower.”

        “Oh, the, uh,”

        “Yeah,” Sark sighed. The weight of the situation settled on the room as we sipped the coffee. It was far more dangerous when Sark opened his home to Evan and I, since he didn’t have the bunker built then. It was just his home. But still, even with the secret room under the house it did nothing to ease anyone’s nerves. With technology being advanced to the extreme year by year, and very little escaping to the public eye, who knows how long it could be until they find the bunker. A door opened and closed, followed by some footsteps.

         “Sark?” Someone called out. “You here?”

         “Yeah,” Sark responded. “I’m in the kitchen.” A few footsteps later, a man was standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

         “There’s someone on the couch and uh-” He paused, seeing me casually leaning against the counter. “Who’s this?”

        “That’s Tyler, and couch-man is Evan,” Sark briefly explained, gesturing towards me. “Tyler, that’s Brian. No fighting.” Brian gave me a quick nod of acknowledgement as I studied the man in front of me. If he could even be called that. Brian looked completely normal all the way up to his face, where it seemed a mix of real and fake skin was on- blended quite nicely whereas only if you were looking for the seams you would see it. Even then it just looks like an awkward suntan. Although, right where his right eye would be the fake skin was torn away, revealing harsh metal and a red light where the other brown eye would be. Honestly, it was really cool looking.

        “Oh my god,” Brian turned all his attention towards the older man, his words spilling over each other like a waterfall. “I saw the attack on the TV this morning and was so worried about you. Oh my god, Sark, your restaurant, erm, the one you work at is like right there. I was fairly certain you were dead and I couldn’t manage to tell Ohm and Brock right away. So I lied and said you needed to stay late. Although Ohm went online and saw the wreckage and, he found something.”

        “What did he find?” Sark asked, completely ignoring the worried rant Brian had blabbered out.

        “I’ll go grab his laptop, it’s too weird to actually explain.” Brian spat out quickly, before darting from the room, bumping shoulders into a sleepy-eyed Evan, who merely leaned against the doorframe and prompted no conversation.

        “So, not trying to sound rude, but why didn’t he flip out that I, a stranger to him, could see the metal part of his..?” I asked, trying my all to not sound rude.

        “I’ve told him a few things, and we cleared up some stuff. Basically, if it’s someone who can’t see him or Ohm, I don’t let them go through the mudroom and living room. And I don’t let people who aren’t experiments in the house after eight at night and seven in the morning. Plus, he’s seen you and Evan’s pictures on the wall. I’ve told him things about you two. Mostly good.” Sark explained. An unspoken code. One that makes me wonder how many experiments he actually let stay in his home.     

       Brian quickly bounded back up the stairs and into the kitchen, pushing the macbook across the counter for Sark to study. His eyebrow raised as he studied the screen, and my curiosity peaked, which I then leaned over to see the screen myself.

       On one of two windows pulled up, there was a news article published this morning about the attacks in Danville Park. It had a bird's-eye view of the destruction, and while the picture was blurry and poorly taken, it was clearly shown where the bombs went off. On the second window, a picture of the B.C.T.R.F.’s logo was pulled up. Not the “Betty’s Cream and Tea Reflux Factory,” but rather the “Bimolecular Chemical Treatment and Research Facility.” Betty’s was their alias to go under the government’s nose, so they could illegally be doing the experiments right in New York. The factory logo was a simple candy wafers with ‘Betty’s & Company’ written on it. Yet the logo we were looking at now was the facility’s. A silver circle with the Egyptian sign of life and rebirth, accompanied by two half-hoops on each side. The facility originally began in Egypt, explaining where the Ankh came from. The Ankh in the logo is symbolizing how all the experimentation done to us, they’ve rebirthed the experiments into a better person, better soldiers. And the deeper you looked into the meaning of the logo, the more horrifically dark and morbid it got. The facility in a nutshell.

        “Ah, shit,” Sark muttered as  still tried tying the two together. Yet they had no similarity, at least from what I could see. A few more moments passed, and it clicked.  The explosions went off is such a pattern, if you traced it the right way, you would get the facility’s logo.

        Somebody from B.C.T.R.F. set off the attacks.

Happy day America left the queen, let's celebrate  with this weird au