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>>280276
I've been procrastinating a bit and doing some drawings on the side so i haven't had much time to work on this for a bit but here is a second part.
Coherence Lost 2/?
Isika
>2 Moons... 2 Gleams, 4 Phases and 5 Pulses.
>2 Moons....
>Only 6 Gleams here, subjective time thanks to the Zarhlo's effect on time but still.
>Isika's receptors shuttered as another pulse flowed across reality, it had no sound yet it could be heard. It wasn't like the sound of her quill tip upon the scroll she was working on.
>Endless reports on ship maintenance reports, crew complains (Especially Tirrak's), or the examination of the strange waves that had grown ever louder since they first left the homeworld.
>No it was nothing like that. If the Zarhlo's normal 'Sound' was like feeling of static upon sleeping ones wing. Whilst this was like a sudden jolt to her mind.
>"Hey Wetwi-" the words inject themselves into Isika's mind, out of instinctual reflex she wrenched her... She didn't have a head here, nor a body...
>"!!!!?!?"
>A snickering laughter echoed in her mind "Ahahah! oh that never gets old-"
>Isika drudged up the memory of getting drenched in the ocean, including the pain of all the barbs that she stepped on, and the humiliating laughter of her coterie and-
>Holding herself for a blink she quickly converted the pain into a ticking sensation before throwing it back through the cognitive connection.
>Isika was rewarded with the shrill squeal returning from the other side. "Seraku! What did I tell you about entering my simulacra without permission!"
>Isika had no idea how Seraku always managed to get around her verification layer, and every time she managed to patch a hole in the subspace their head engineer, slippery thing that she was always found another way around.
>Humor patterns irradiated from Seraku's connection once she recovered "I recall you saying you wouldn't invite me to the Stare's conference, not sure after you sent that disruption pattern last time..."
>Isika couldn't feel it but she knew her body's gray feathers ruffled. "You are still coming to it." Isika let her nonexistent shoulders relax "What do you need Seraku?"
>"Wow... Are you sure you didn't hit yourself that disruption pattern too? Well... We'll be exiting the Zarhlo in a couple Pulses. We are all upon the bridge right now."
>Well... That would certainly explain that pulse, it must be the C-Drive spooling up again. No there is no time for this idle thought!
>"Nalrris be damned! "I'll be there in a Flare!!!"
>Coming out of a Simulacra could never be called a 'Pleasant' Experience as all sensation of her physical body slammed into her. If she had to describe it it would be like waking up to a splash of cold water.
>Involuntarily she groaned with her hoarse voice as she lifted her self from her chair, she had shifted into a uncomfortable position during her delve, her left wing in particular painfully tingled as Isika adjusted her overside robe and placed her glossy simulacra inside a pouch.
>The tail of the robe leaped after her as she rushed from her quarters, dragging across the Yurkbone Floor. It took only 2 Flares and 90 Blinks for her to screech into the Bridge, panting and out of breath, almost tripping over her robe a few times.
>Inside was a mess of activity, Many of the Orren Caste projecting their jabbering into the common subdimensional plane instead of their own private frequency, including a tall white and black feathered Nul that stood above most of their heads with his priestly attire like a silent monolith among them, Tirrak.
>Isika moved quickly to avoid his gaze, besides the chief pilot she saw Kiri running around talking with some of the staff and she found...-
>"This is a disgrace! Even for you Serakuthil!". That thought projection, unmistakable... Ah, there they are... The elderly black feathered Striks was perched over the lounging Seraku giving the rage of Nalrris to her his golden trim feathers turned from a medal of glory to a font of his rage ruffled as they were, his glaive was scoring scratches across the floor as he gesticulated.
>"Your blatant disrespect! To the Rravel (Leader/Hunt Master)! Had you been in my coterie you would of surely been left to the Yurk!.
> Yuirk, or rather Yurikanz had fully been spun up it had seemed. Seraku by contrast seemed completely unphased riding along like a gentle wind upon his storm, with the same smug expression she wore all the time. Her dark circled eyes staring into one of her simulacra, her tools floating in and out rapidly as she worked.
> The scene was fell silent as she arrived, still unable to still her breath "I- I am-" Her thought patterns weren't coming out right, focus "I am here... Status Report..."
> Yuirk broke from argument at once bowing his head "Forgive me Rravel-" He paused remembering that she had previously asked him just use her name "-Isikannaria" Still too formal... I guess somethings never change. He continued "I was just attempting to talk some sense into the errant Serakuthil, perhaps a foolish endeavor but-"
>
> A sound was emitted from the chair, a Chuckle, an auditable chuckle not a simple humor pattern, Seraku's tools rushed back to their slots within her tool belt as she sat up, her receptors twitched as she projected her thoughts "Its fine, me and the old timer were just having our usual lovers quarrel"
> Even Isika couldn't contain herself, she laughed her vocal cords painfully formulating every chuckle from Gleams.. No.. Moons of disuse. The old warrior seem to lose all his fire, only able to balk in stunned silence.
> Seraku gestured towards her simulacra "What he is was trying to say is that thanks to a rapid unplanned disassembly of a critical component in the C-Drive and due to some slight miscalculation... we are primed to exit the Zarhlo in... UHHHHHHH... She stared into her simulacra before holding up a claw.
> "One Flare from now. Yeah, one Flare" she said emphasized with a single claw her feathers up in pride.
> ONE FLARE!?! Isika wrenched her head away from the two, and with as much energy as she could channel into her receptor "BRACE!!!! BRACE!!!"
First post >>No.195178 and most recent update >>No.281946 for my greentext story PREDATOR/PREY
For any newcomers it's my own attempt to rough out a story similar enough to Design or Murder Drones to entertain both myself and any fellow Liam fans.
Also here's a link to Liam's YouTube channel where he used to put all his music and several longform creepypasta stories which clearly formed the basis for many ideas we see in Murder Drones.
SSTWL: https://www.youtube.com/@ScaryStoryTimeWithLiam/featured
Black Dogs: Black Dogs [Part 1/10]
Puppet GAME: Puppet GAME (SciFi Horror Series)
Design: Design (CreepyPasta) [Part 1]
Also have some horny teaser art for PREDATOR/PREY, I posted it in the last thread but I think it was after OP already spun up a new one.
>>284695
Xenos. I fucking hate xenos.
Amazing part, anon, I'll be waiting for the continuation.
Day 12
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Yvvone
Tu quieres taco
>>285830
Wow, taco, thank you, absolutely normal looking and definitely not a scary seller.
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>>285830
I still hold onto my belief that Miasma is just the 2nd form of a Vickers girl that we'll never get to see. Just look at it's face and human hand, it's too "Vickers head" shaped
>>286033
Following the wild west theme a human form Miasma would either look like an Indian or some kind of Cow girl
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Apologies for the lack of an update last weekend, was busy with real life stuff and this week has also been pretty shitty.
I will make an effort to give a nice sized update to Predator/Prey this weekend.
>>285168
More Yslop
Human sloppa.
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Took me forevwr to find this place becauae a link wasn't posted in the last thread (I've had it as one of my tabs for a while).
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>>284695
>>288218
>>288222
Interesting story so far, but I am curious. Do you plan on elaborating a bit on these strange alien races? Or are you pulling a Star Wars? Don't want to ruin your writing, but maybe a sheet of who or what these races are would help, me at least
>>288255
you are supposed to think, if i tell you it wouldn't be interesting
>>288218
Behold ye wall of text. Coherence Lost 3/? (Fixed)
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>!?@# burst from her cocoon, ripping, tearing, clawing her way out as though a Varket had taken her in her sleep. Someone, or something screeched and howled as she shredded through the delicate membrane. Then, without warning, the final strand gave way beneath her frenzied kicking, splitting the shell open and ejecting her through its new breathing slit.
>She crashed hard onto the bark of the tree they were nested in. Her claws scrambled for purchase along the branch, desperate to avoid plummeting into the shadowed depths below only then did she realize the screech was her own.
>She couldn’t breathe.
>She couldn’t _breathe_.
>If she’d had a free claw, she would have clutched her throat.
>Can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t breathe-
>A claw tightened around her own, a grip of metal, and yanked her to her feet. her clawed feet managing to get an unsteady grip upon the branch. She breathed, in, out, in, out... She can breath... Breath.
>Someone was speaking to her, shaking her, had been for a number of flares. !?@# finally removed her shaking claws from their death grip around her throat. a tall figure was shaking her, his metal sword clattering against a nearby branch as he did so, a Loorwo of the warrior caste.
>"!?@# Calm down! Are you trying to awake Nalrris himself!?, get a hold of yourself!"
>!?@# knew this man, his face, his presence... but his name? Why couldn't she remember?
>She shoved at the warrior weakly //I am fine!//
>//Stop shaking me! I am fine!//
>!?@# felt her face twitching in a strange way.
>/I am fine?/
>Speech, voice, vocal cords... she focused upon the biological operation, it felt foreign to her... almost alien. !?@# opened her mouth and wit her hoarse cracked voice she spoke
>"I am fine, STOP!" she barked, finally pushing the tall warrior away. The action caused her to tumble over herself collapsing onto the branch, robes cushioning her fall. "Sorry I... I'm not sure what came over me."
>The Loorwo stepped back, his hand instinctively falling to his blade. “Well,” he muttered, “you’ve saved me the trouble of waking the others this phase, so... thanks, Rravel.” His wings ruffled briefly as he turned his gaze down to the forest floor. “We leave in a few pulses. I suggest you gather your supplies.”
>My supplies...?
>My supplies... the expedition...
>Yes, it was returning to her now. She was to gather another batch of infantile Varkets. Train them for the Volars in Yuvarni... for the next Ascension. But... #@#!#, they had fallen! Tumbled to the forest floor!
>Train them for the Volars in the Yuvarni settlement, for the next ascension. It was coming back to her now... #@#!# They had tumbled to the forest floor!!
>!?@# threw off her heavy robes, letting them fall near the remnants of her ruined cocoon. There was no time to lace her wings through the tailored slits, it would take too long. The warrior tried not to stare, though his tail flicked behind him betraying him. She averted her gaze, teeth clenched.
>No! no no no no no no no, no.
>Spreading her wings wide she dove. Gliding to the surface below. Hopefully what remained of her tools were unharmed...
--
>!?@# awoke to her own claws attempting to squeeze her head into paste, squealing in muted pain. An agonizing sound reverberated in her mind.
>For almost 4 phases she had been accosted by this unknowable pain, soundless words in her mind that danced upon the edge of cognition.
>The dull ringing had finally begun to subside. Desperately, she rummaged around her spare cocoon for the pack. Yes... there it is... Her claws trembled as she pulled out scrolls and a quill. She pressed the scroll against the wall of the cocoon and began to write...
>But the words were gone already as though plucked from her mind. #@#!#!!$!!> her fist slammed in the wall.
>So close... she was so close, so close this time.
>She threw her writing implements back into her pack, groaning she freed herself from the warm walls of the cocoon.
>It was cold outside, wet, a gentle fog layered the jungle floor. from her vantage point in the massive dead Yurk tree she could see her temporary coterie squabbling strategy amongst themselves.
>Flight would be impossible this day, they would be forced to walk upon the forest floor, so close to the Varket Dens. The warrior caste seemed ecstatic excited a chance to fulfil their mission-
>Or rather as ecstatic as that dower bunch tended to be...
>"There you are, !?@# !".
>She nearly flew out of her own feathers as the claw clapped on her shoulder. "Are you well? The hunt is surely to begin today."
>!?@# sagged and leaned into the familiar form of the Loorwo warrior.
>"Just call me-" She stopped herself it was useless to remind him "Yeah... I know..."
>She wished she could tell him why they were actually there, but she would be damned. Nalrris surely cackled, she wished she could just crawl back into her cocoon to shrivel and die but...
>"Cheer up! We were born for this, it is no trouble at all" He mockingly posed in a ridiculous manner, a face splitting grin, "and besides I'll find you some fresh Barvul upon the surface floor before we reach the burrows."
>She giggled despite herself. Foolish. Ridiculous. She’d never met a warrior quite like him...
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>>288331
Coherence Lost 3.5/?
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>Fool, she was a damn fool.
>The stones reverberated with her very footfall, screaming echoed behind her, deep into those lightless depths. Flesh rendered by terrible claws, minds crushed, and the chittering presence upon her mind.
>Under her arm she held the sealed container with a death's grip, it's volume filled with iridescent eels slithering over each other in mass. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
>Her wings fluttered as though she were to fly out of this infinite depths as though they could save her from this hell.
>She skid to a halt, nearly tripping upon the rough stone floor, there was a silhouette standing at the lip of the den, tall and gleaming, yet the moon light obscured it's face.
>!?@# shielded her narrowed eyes, she called to the figure... It spoke back...
>"!?@#... Is that.... you?" Her heart sunk as she recognized his...
>No its not him, not any more. "Please... I couldn't do anything, please..."
>It stepped forward "Striks! Stay back!" She should of recognized the signs... How did she not notice before! Stupid Stupid Stupid.
>She staggered another step back it took all she had to not run. But where would she run? for a moment the figure didn't move
>"...Rravel... it forced me to lead you here... I... It forced me to... I… What... What can I do?" it's sharp receptors twitched as the Varket puppeted the weeping corpse closer.
>Her claws trembled.
>Despite herself she was rooted to the spot. "Nothing... I cant save you." her voice felt cracked as the stones around her.
>It was pointless talking to it, the Varket was simply pretending yet...
>"Your blade... give me your blade."
>The thing paused, then a wicked smile tore across it's face as it unhooked the blade and tossed it towards her before it's claws unraveled themselves, growing to horrific length as it lurched forward.
>"!?@# leaped for the blade, the container she held shattered upon the rocky floor.
>An eel like thing darted out. Before she could stop it, it had firmly bit into the tender flesh, the back of her skull. No no no nononoononono no!
>She could feel it worming inside, wrapping around her senses... The world began to faded away as she writhed upon the floor. She wasn't prepared for this, she didn't have the necessary medicinals to stave it off she...
>In desperation, she swiped the blade across the back of her head, severing most of the body of the Varket from her skull.
>Pain, Searing, Endless...
>It's pain filled her senses as the last bit of the weakened Varket borrowed into deeper her mind.
>She couldn't breath.
>She wasn't in the borrows anymore, she was...
>She couldn't breath.
>She had no body, no eyes and yet, she saw...
>Stars. Endless stars, scattered across a blackened void.
>Words resonated in her mind but they weren’t words at all. Waves, pulsing through something she suddenly knew to be called the Zarhlo. She could understand...
>She didn’t know what that was. And yet... it all made sense.
>“Nalrris’s Star.”
>What an odd name.
>A cursed name.
>Who would name a ship that?
>How was she supposed to know how to get inside Nalrris?
>Yet even before she could form the question, she realized
>the answer had already left her mind.
>Knowledge she should not have. And yet there it was.
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Alright that should fix most of the formatting problems
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PREDATOR/PREY
Part 2: Containment 5/?
Andrew
>The last of the ice had melted more than an hour ago, Magnolia had slipped into a fitful "sleep" which seemed more like death, dark bruises had spread rapidly beneath her eyelids, up her fingertips and toes. Blood had seeped into the water, too dark to be normal and had filled the bathroom with an unpleasant odor somewhere between burnt copper, acetone, and borderline spoiled meat.
>From what he had previously managed to squeeze out of the frustratingly vague manual in Magnolia's bag he understood now that the "nanoswarm" coupled to her body was struggling to adapt to a temperature outside of it's preferred range.
>In her depleted state the extra activity was damaging her internally
>He needed to get more ice...he needed to get back to town. That wouldn't be too hard, but he had heard the quarantine alarm and knew getting out would be a more difficult proposition
>What he needed right now was more information, he pulled up Dave's contact info and sent across a message
A: Hey man, was out hiking this weekend, heard the alarm? What's up?
>The reply was surprisingly quick
D: Jeez, hiking really?! Shit has hit the fan down here big time dude, company hazmat guys and what look like feds hangin' around. Been going door to door with some complicated looking equipment scanning everything and everyone. Sayin' it's some kind of Nanotech terror attack, man I'm ngl, kinda shitting myself here. U think it's tru?
>He thought of the massacre uphill, shivered with an echo of the fear and revulsion
A: No idea. They lettin people back in? Terrorists or no I still gotta work.
D: Yea, they let people in, just not out again, they got military dudes in full exo-gear watchin the roads, wild shit. Don't think anyone's getting back to work tho man, it's all shut down, reminds me of that shit that went down before the big Euro war. They been handing out temp IDs for people to go anywhere, businesses all closed, Mayor is already saying he's gonna announce a curfew sometime today.
>He swore vehemently as he stripped out of the ruined clothing and spares, he'd have to use the short ranged electric dirt bike he stashed in the cabin to get down slope and back to the shop, from there he'd pick up the much bigger one. Then he'd need to pack it's saddle boxes with as much ice as it could carry and somehow, some way slip back out of town through a solid military quarantine.
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>It's existence had devolved into a war, there had been a short respite and while the two masses of flesh had exchanged low-value data and awkward probing subliminal courtship signals it had worked without pause, spreading it's network of pseudo-glands. The network had expanded to thoroughly enmesh the flesh subunit which forced oxygen rich cells through this now-dead flesh.
>The new intelligence had made improvements.
>Now however, heat was pouring in, nibbling away at the edges of it's still poorly defined intelligence, a large fraction of its mass needed to be dedicated to dumb tasks like pumping away waste heat, the host's capillary network wasn't up to the task and it was forced to sacrifice the integrity at her extremities, if conditions improved the tissue could be recreated later
>It reached again for that mass of neural tissue, there was so much information available trapped within it's patterns...if only the network could filter out some of the noise
>It shifted it's structure, extended an extremely dense trunk of itself, wagering dangerous amounts of it's own mass on this experiment
>The trunk burrowed up the host's spinal chord, and up through the base of her skull where it blossomed into millions of microscopic threads. The threads subdivided themselves, gingerly making contact with tens of millions of neurons deep within that convoluted mass of preserved flesh...there was a spark of contact...
>In a flickering chain reaction of shared impulses it was being Magnolia, without having made any particular effort
>With a flash of humanlike insight it recognized it's own existence, understood that until now it had mostly been a "thing", an animate bundle of molecular machinery, harnessed to this...other creature, co-dependent but unconscious until this microsecond flash of awareness.
>In this same flash it recognized that there had been previous instances of awareness, it had come "awake" when needed and then "died". A mind only so long as this host needed it to be a mind, a concept it now understood more deeply probed the host brain tissue.
>It also knew now that it's current form would be insufficient to the task of keeping the host, and itself functional. The pattern it followed currently was programmed, rigid patterns set in chemical bonds and nanomechanical linkages.
>It needed to become more...flexible
>Previously it had tried to renovate the host's own flesh
>Now, it would renovate itself
>>288717
Part 2: Containment 5/? Continued
Andrew
>The clerk raised a skeptical eyebrow at him
>"Five uh...ten pound bags of ice? Will that be all?"
>He gave a nonchalant shrug "Freezer is on the blink, cheap piece'a shit. Yknow ten years ago..."
>Once he saw the cashier's eyes glaze over he let the meandering rant taper away, paid the bill and walked out to his bike
>It was a beautiful, archaic fuel guzzler, an example of the extraordinarily leaps made to stretch internal combustion engines...just as they were phased out as the first real high-density batteries and null-friction brushless motors shoved most of that industry aside
>He was halfway through cramming the second bag of ice into one of it's saddle boxes when he noticed the woman standing a few paces away watching him
>She was slight, looked maybe third generation asian, frazzled and with the combination of slumped shoulders but twitchy movements that bespoke far too little sleep and far too much caffeine
>There was something vaguely familiar about her, and as she took a step forward to speak it struck him
>She had been at the lab during the visit when he was ejected by security, he hadn't made the connection instantly because it looked like she had aged five years in the past one since the last time he'd seen her.
>She was staring at the ice bags, then back at him, then back to the ice
>"Andrew right? I remember you from...well, I remember you"
>He couldn't help but tense, she worked at the lab, she would know about Magnolia, she would be smart enough to make the intuitive leap..
>"Call me Evie...I think you are in extreme danger, and I think you need my help."
>"You're with Calibern. You people fucked my whole life. Why should I trust anything you have to offer me?"
>"Because, I agree with your assessment of my employers...and because I was in the room when my superiors threw together this quarantine. I know where you could slip out without being spotted. Can that pollution spewer do rough terrain?"
>He stared into her eyes for a long moment. She had that same angry tension he saw in the mirror each day, the look of someone who had been screwed and knew they couldn't do anything about it. The kind of look he could imagine on a person who might just betray their employer after being pushed too hard one too many times.
>"Shit yeah it can."
First update for the new thread, hope it was worth the wait!
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Day 20
Day 21 of olva-tober
>>287311
More Yvvoneslop + extra because i cant be bothered to crop it out
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Day 23 of olva-tober challenge
Day 24
Day 25 olva-tober
Sketch zye
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Heads up Anons, no Predator/Prey update tonight. I had an overtime day thus a short weekend and I'm just exhausted.
No worries on the story I plan to continue with a weekend update next week. I might do what I've done before and piece together an update slowly each evening so it MAY result in another big update like last weekend's with more than a single part.
Day 30
Cleo at her peak performance
>>288718
Part 2: Containment 6/?
Eveline Song
>They only barely made it clear of quarantine's perimeter
>Eveline had been dismayed at the tooth-vibrating snarl of the bike's combustion engine, then even more dismayed by the awkward process of mounting it when the vehicle was clearly not set up for a passenger
>She was crammed uncomfortably between Andrew's back and the hard edge of the cargo crate riding on the fairing of the rear wheel, there were no passenger footrests so she had to carefully rest her toes on the frame
>In a serious voice he had instructed her how to hold on as if he'd done so before, and handed her a spare pair of large lensed goggles to protect her eyes
>The drive itself was slightly exciting, and mostly miserable and terrifying
>A sluggish burst of sleety rain and thunder had probably saved them, masking the rumble of the bike's engine and the directions she'd had to yell into his ear, by the time they turned out of the woods and onto a familiar road both of them were wet and shivering with cold, their cheeks and foreheads marked with painful red spots where sleet had knifed their exposed skin
>He handed her the keys to the cabin while walking the bike under an awning to begin unpacking the ice, and she let herself tentatively inside
>It was gratifyingly warm and dry inside, it smelled of sanded wood and cooking, and underlying all of it she detected a faint and chillingly familiar aroma of raw meat and acetone that instantly set a ripple of goosebumps along her arms and up her back
>The freshly healed stump of her left hand twinged with a sharp, pinching phantom pain
>The door swinging shut behind her made her jump and flinch away for a brief second before regaining her composure
>She noticed the contents of Subject 014's field pack spread out on the low table
>"Christ, you're actually hiding her...I didn't fully believe it. Do you have ANY idea how much danger we're in with her here?!"
>Andrew brushed past her and instinctively she pulled away, he couldn't be more than twenty but radiated the sullen, resentful mood of a man twice his age for whom life had done no favors
>"There's food in the cabinet by the stove and dry towels on the opposite shelf, help yourself."
>Without another word he carried the ice through a door and down a short hall that must lead to a bathroom
>Alone in the space she took some more time to get a sense for it, Subject 014's chill suit was draped over the couch, the gloves from the elbows down had clearly been chewed away by her symbiote swarm, that must've happened when she slaughtered the containment team
>A light jacket and shirt, both stained with blood and mud were tossed next to it, the rug was mud stained as well and not from just a few seconds ago, he must have carried her in...all the way from the laboratory miles down slope?
>Clearly he'd been reading through the field maintenance documents, there was a notepad next to the manual, the page packed with dense, neat writing all done in block capital letters that reminded her of architecture schematics or blueprint notes.
>The living space was a contrast between mess and organization, clothes were piled up at the base of a hamper set aside next to a tiny combi-washer/drier, but the tiny wood burning stove had clearly been expertly refurbished, dishes and heavy cast iron pans were stacked with scrupulous neatness on it.
>One small window overlooked a desk with a computer station that looked like it might have been expensive five years ago
>Next to it in a sort of place of prominence on the windowsill was a set of framed photos
>Curious, she picked it up, seeking a bit more insight
>The first was a family photo, mother father and two kids, both kids tall and gangly like their father, the boy was clearly Andrew, the girl...something about her was familiar
>The second one was a highschool graduation photo, Andrew had widened out and looked much like he did now, but his eyes weren't shadowed and he looked well rested. The girl though looked...sick, her graduation robes hung off of her and she supported her weight on a medical crutch. The final photo made Eveline's breath catch in her throat. It had been taken at the front gates of the Red Creek facility, Andrew looked exactly as he did now, like those pictures of young men who had been through war and would never be innocent again. The girl was wheelchair bound, she looked like she should already be dead. Sunken eyes burned with dull feverish intensity from yawning sockets, her skin pulled tight by the wasting disease that had eaten her alive from the inside out, long straight black hair hanging down to pool over her like spilled ink
>"Subject Eleven..."
>Eveline was so tense she nearly screamed when Andrew's calloused hand fell on her shoulder, there was controlled but undeniable anger in him, his fingertips dug uncomfortably into the meat of her shoulder
>"Put, that, back, where you found it."
>>295182
We're going to have a family reunion soon, and as I know, family quarrels are the bloodiest. Thank you for new great part, anon.
>>295182
I see
> What if IC-0n was more like Kirie, and Kirie was Max's sister
>>295390
11 being his sister reads more like IC-313n than Kirie. Kirie is unambiguously (see pic) still human-at least, her perception of herself is still that she's fundamentally a human-and hellbent on murder-suiciding the monster that turned her into one of its kind.
>>295390
>>295399
Without specific spoilers, Elizabeth 011 is both far less human than Kirie and far less willing to play nice with a handler than IC-313n.
The world of Predator/Prey will be a much worse one when she gets woken up later on in the story.
>>295539
Definitely not, Krow and IC-313n were probably the most lighthearted point in IC, Elizabeth and Andrew are probably the bleakest that I'll get with Predator/Prey, when we do get to that point.