towerofanimus | I've come to warn you he's coming for you

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I've come to warn you he's coming for you

Characters: anyone carried away by the retrieval units in the mob thread
Setting: ???
Format: any
Summary: Death is far too easy for a punishment, you know.
Warnings: psychological horror, things that go bump in the night and then bump you back

The retrieval unit dumps you, in whatever state you happen to be in, into a cell. To those familiar with Jason, this isn't the clean, polished hospital look of Jason's usual quarters. No, if anything this is an abandoned hospital. There's mold on the floor and the paint is peeling off the walls. It's certainly high tech--the door that blocks your cell is made of some sort of nearly invisible force field--but it looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a few decades.

Once you're secure in your cell, you will have the ability to move your body again. All supernatural skills have been disabled--no one is more powerful than an Olympic-level human inside these cells.

Interact with your fellow prisoners?

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*Margulis is also sitting on the ground by this point, trying to conserve energy. At the faint movement of the barrier appearing, he looks up and frowns, expecting more mindscrew.*

What is it this time?

[There's sudden pressure in the whole room--the air grows noticeably heavier. At first it's subtle, but it quickly grows to the point even the most unobservant would notice it.

There is absolutely no sound in the room, aside from anyone who might speak. Footsteps make no sound, and the air feels completely still, if thick.]

[It's at this point that Richtofen perks up. He's been sitting by the "door" of his own cell, growing increasingly irritated with each passing hour. Occasionally, he would get up and pace around, muttering to himself, but he'd been engrossed in a restless sleep until the most recent happenings.]

What is that? [He sounds groggy, and rubs at his eyes. He looks at whoever will meet his eye first and accuses:] Was that your fault?

[His accusations don't have to be logical to anyone else, they just have to make sense in his mind.]

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*He only glances vaguely at Richtofen and his voice comes out as an irritated growl.*

Who among us would be capable of manipulating that cell, particularly deprived as we are of our abilities?

I bet it was you, then. [He knows it wasn't, but he finds himself talking without thinking.] Do not lie to the doctor.

[The pressure in the room increases--ears pop and ring as the atmosphere presses down.]

*His scowl gets deeper as his ears pop. It's bad enough his scars have been aching ever since he got into this frozen tower, now he has to deal with changing air pressure. Wonderful.*

Hold whatever delusions you want, all it's going to do is prevent you from considering realistic possibilities.

[He pauses in his accusations when the pressure in the room increases. Wincing, he brings his hands to his ears, but it does him little good.]

Ugh, blah blah blah, I do not need to deal with your jabbering right now!

[And then he looks around, seeming to want to communicate with whoever it is that's changing the air pressure.] Stop this right now, whoever you are! I said stop it!

[The pressure does fade, and it stops suddenly.

Someone is inside cell 037.]

You took the words right out of my mouth. Now be quiet, we have company.

*He finally gets up, expression tightening as his stiff and exhausted muscles complain about the movement, and walks to the door of his cell.*

Who's there?

[When the pressure stops, Richtofen lets his hands slowly fall from his ears. He looks around.]

Oh, thank you.

[And then he watches to see what Margulis will do.]

[The figure, a child, looks up in response to being addressed. It twitches and jerks around unsettlingly, and its features are impossible to make out at this distance, but Margulis and Richtofen will feel as if they're being watched.]

*He goes completely still at that. The size and the jerky motions bring back memories he's tried hard to push down, only to have torn back up just days before. For the first time, something like horror comes over his face and he steps back before forcing his composure back.*

It's just another attempt to get under our skins.

[Richtofen takes a look at the figure as well, and, though he'd never admit it, he feels unsettled when he looks at the child. But, more than anything, he looks intrigued, and he gets as close to his barrier as he can, trying to make out some more details. Predictably, he can't.]

And what a poor attempt, too. [He sounds calmer than he is, almost smug.] Creepy little children don't scare me. What do you think I've had to deal with every day back at home?

[And then he sits back a bit, scoffing under his breath. Still, he doesn't take his eyes off of the child.]

[The girl continues staring at them. If anything, she stares more intensely--Richtofen will feel as if someone is staring into his mind, rifling through his thoughts with the sticky, uncoordinated hands of a child.]

[Oh, now that gets his attention. He scrambles backward to the other end of the barrier, his hand flying up to his head so quickly that he knocks his hat off.]

Stop that!

[He sits up straight, trying to keep his composure, but there's already far too much confusion going on in his mind. The voices, too, react to the intrusion, and they flare up in volume and in temper. Richtofen's eyes are locked on the girl's unnatural, twitching form.]

Stop looking at me!

[She ignores his shouting in favor of continuing to look. Eventually, apparently satisfied, she leaves his mind.

The girl's body continues to twitch and jerk, but her head is locked in place, looking at Richtofen, and when she speaks her syllables are all drawn out--it's the only way her thousand voices are understandable.]

Nowwwwwwwwwwwww I dooooooo.

*As if she didn't remind him of those infected URTVs enough already. He can't quite hide how unsettled he is, though he tries to keep his voice steady.*

What do you want?

[Richtofen's mind, of course, has flitted to Samantha; about how she must look trapped in the M.P.D. back at home on the moon, giggling and shouting out commands as she sent zombies after him and whoever worked by his side, but that thought just made him angry. This one, this child, was a far different story. At least Samantha, no matter how much power she had over his creations, could never reach into his mind. Her voice, warped into something raspy and demonic, didn't hold a candle to this cacophony of unnatural sounds coming out of the girl's mouth.

Richtofen was a military man, a man who'd seen many strange and frightening things in his life, but none of them had ever effected him quite as thoroughly as that girl does in this moment.

He remains glued to where he sits. Surprisingly, he doesn't say anything. He lets Margulis question her for now, as he tries to stop his hands from shaking.]

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