[Mostly Open] So we'll press, and press 'til you can't take it anymore!

[groupiedrifter]

CHARACTERS: Precursors and you. And Eventually Newton. Hopefully!
LOCATION: A holding room in Ximilia Station.
DATE: Est. two days post-mission, after the kaiju is defeated and the orb is retrieved.
CONTENT: The precursors are revealed — and are finally removed from Newt's mind.
WARNINGS: Possession and the bodily autonomy issues that come with that. More will be added if necessary!

Closed and opened starters will be added as I go, which will be announced on plurk! But if you don't use plurk or would rather keep an eye out by email/tracking, feel free to use the tracking option and mark to receive notifs any new top level comments posted to this log! The log will involve an open starter to visit the precursors where they're cuffed/contained in the room, so stay tuned.

Also no rush once the open starters are posted!

Feel free to focus on the player plot log first and come back to this later.

CLOSED STARTER | THE DOCTOR
DARKLING'S TOP LEVEL | WHILE NEWT WAS SLEEPING...
OPEN STARTER | THE PRECURSORS, REVEALED
CLOSED FINAL CONCLUSION | THE PRECURSORS, REMOVED
OPEN PROMPTS | NEWTON GEISZLER'S RETURN

Comments

[groupiedrifter]

[They glower, unimpressed.]

What a shame you're alive to witness anything, period. But listen, Yzak, and listen well: by the time you all try whatever stupid thing you're going to do, Newton will be nothing but a walking, dead-eyed husk of a human being. A zombie. We'll make sure to strip the paint until there's nothing there.

[They grin, leaning forward and smiling with sinister intent.]

So keep saying you can't wait to see it, because it's not going to be anything you'll enjoy watching. There's barely anything left to salvage.

[coordination]

You know what this sounds like?

[ He leans in toward them in turn, expression sharp and hardened, now that those earlier hurts are melting, they're turning into an anger. Not only an anger at the fact that these stupid things have been screwing with Newton and deceived them all, but there's a swell of determination because all of the things they're saying now... ]

It sounds like a desperate attempt to scare us off because you know we're perfectly capable of succeeding in ruining your little plans. Because you didn't expect us to figure this out or escape that pathetic attempt of an attack on the train.

Newton's going to be fine. Because he's stronger than you ugly, cowardly assholes are. You need to use a vessel like this to do anything in the first place, and then you have to act because deception is your only skill here. You can't get out of that chair, and you weren't even good enough or smart enough to not get caught.

You're fucking pathetic, and I hope you remember that fact as one of the last thoughts you'll ever have once we're done with you.

cw:.... blood.... needles mention... we have fun in this household

[groupiedrifter]

Hmmm.

[They sit there, patient and thoughtful, though their eyes shine with that telltale aura of displeasure; they seethe under the surface at the mention of their failure, oh, of course they do. Yzak... Always the temperamental little gnat of the team. It was easy to see why someone like Newton would befriend him, being of decently poor temper himself. Then again, maybe they've got their own petulant, ornery side, don't they? They glance to the side, where the IV drip Bones had placed in their arm provides what nutrients and medication and hydration they've been stubbornly denying.]

We'll just have to see how done with us you'll be. Buuut you are right. In order to be here right now, we needed a vessel. Can't really deny that... This body, though, it was forfeited to us the moment Dr. Geiszler tried to use our own minds to defeat us. It's ours to do with as we please.

Like — hey! Check this out.

[They lurch sideways in their chair without warning, in a way that is almost unnatural and must certainly hurt this body to do. Then they snap their teeth over the taped needle on Newton's arm, and with one jerking motion, they rip it free, blood spraying from the force of how roughly it'd been removed.

As a few wayward drops find Yzak's shirt and face, the creatures throw their head back and laugh, like they'd played one hell of a funny joke on on a friend.]

[coordination]

[ Yzak's never been particularly squeamish about blood - he'd be a pretty bad soldier if he were. Needles he's likewise not bothered by - especially since as of late, thanks to Blue, he's had to see a lot more of them at work. But when the fresh blood flecks onto his face, he still instinctively flinches from it, shutting his eyes.

He lets out a low noise of disgust, but those eyes flutter back open to fix on "Newton" once again. If he were as twisted as the Precursors, he'd grin back at them, but as it stands he's not. And he can't find any sick pleasure in this, so his expression remains firm and incensed. ]

Keep laughing.

You won't be for long.

[ He worries for the abnormal way the monsters twist Newton's body with the action; it's truly like something out of some freaky horror movie. But at his core, Yzak knows that they wouldn't destroy his body as it would mean they've failed completely.

So he wipes at his face with the back of his hand, more just smearing the blood than cleanly wiping it off, and turns to take a few steps toward the door. ]

I'll get the doctor back in here shortly to reinsert that.

... and I'll make sure to note that you'll require even more restraints so you can't do that again, nice as it is to see you devolving into a desperate, tantrum-throwing child.

[groupiedrifter]

[They watch Yzak go with a little smile, the round, red splotches on one cheek an unpleasant contrast to the pale skin and bright walls of the room.

... But the smile does fade when Yzak is gone.

Fades into something a little less sure.

For once.]