NoLeader
02-07-08, 11:36 PM
to: milesrgreen@glasco.net
from:drharveyphd@glasco.limited.net
heres the print trace on the kid from the crash site, along with an excerpt we retrieved from that damn notebook he was so protective of. Magnus nearly beat the bloke to death for it,poor guy.
In case you didn't get the memo, S.D. (Serial Destitience) is the newest strand of the Doppleganger virus. It first appeared two hundred and twenty nine years ago just off the northern coast of Istraloth, pre written language. The tale of it's emergence is told rather ambiguously through the paintings found in their caves. The disease is essentially unlike any other found on this planet. Once infected through either nasal or residual ingestion, the subject often slips into a death like state. That is the one saving grace of the plague. While the person is in coma, their organs, muscle, flesh, and vitals are duplicated within the body. Once the duplication is complete, the body (swollen exponentially by this point) splits from itself, leaving what would appear to be two fresh, identical corpses in its wake. The doppleganger typically wakes long before its human counter part, often resulting in the original being the first of numerous casualties in the clones war path. All cases of the virus were believed to be eradicated based on the aforementioned cave drawings, but strange occurrences in civilian activity near Istraloth's eastern corner have led many within the agency to seek proof of its resurgence. Mr.Lodger is believed to have come into contact with an unknown being acting as host to the virus. Details on that are contained within his notebook entry.
The Hyperglomal variant, as you may already know, is a far less life threatening infection... In a way. Instead of cloning parts of it's host to create a separate whole,
H.G. uses resources found in the inner ear to create what has become known as an organic transceiver. Once erected, it broadcasts things heard by the host to all of those already infected by it's father virus, S.D. Although this act is not deadly in itself, those infected tend to find those transmitting far more often that not.
Heady stuff right? Just remember, the organization is keeping both of these outbreaks silent for now. I don't care if that fox Jessica Johnson from channel 12 gives you a peek at the goods, NO LEAKS.
Oh, and concerning Dominic... Try and stay away from him. At all times. The kids obviously holding something from us. All three guards set to his pod have come up missing, along with the towerguards. My best guess is he's got some kind of telekinetic or persuasive capability. Svynn called me in with the big wigs earlier and showed off the surveillance tape. All of the guards met up outside of the pod, and one by one they turned to the camera, smiling just before flying offscreen. They sent out a search party for the remains, but nothings been found so far. Yeah, best to just stay away.
Look over it all and give me your analysis asap. I don't think we can't hold him here much longer...
(PS: The readings just came back from his blood analysis. The results paint an uglier picture than even I could have imagined... take a look for yourself.)
Telekinesis: Subject possesses mild ability to remotely manipulate objects both physically and chemically. Based on research alone, the extent of his power was thought to top out moving objects around 130bs a distance of 30 ft with some variance. Given recent occurences (see missing guards), our development control team has been forced to retract that notion, stating "Although his natural ability is capped at the standards we discovered, the subject has shown the ability to surpass his limitations under extreme duress." His ability to manipulate chemically on the other hand has no easily definable limit. He has been observed toying with these powers, though, revealing to us that the use of these powers severely drain him of energy. It also seems to have the adverse effect of duplicating whatever changes being made on the victim to himself.
Marginal Combat: Dominic has proven to be a well balanced fighter, with an obvious advantage in brute force. Able to fend for himself in tough situations, but nothing really special here.
Advanced Logic: His immunity to both strands of the Doppleganger has allowed him to alter the communicating capabilities of the Hyperglomal infection for his personal use. The frequency on which the transmitter sends data to the infected is inaudible to human ears. Despite this fact, his genetic tinkering has granted him the ability to scramble the message, allowing it to be picked up by the firing of synapses within the brain. We believe this is how was able to control the guards physical movements prior to making them disappear. Recieving the transmission places the person in a state similar to a vehicles cruise control. While in this state, Dominic's voice is the only thing capable of inducing action on part of the induced. It seems to only effect those of weak will in non pivotal roles.
Name: Dominic C Lodger
Height: 6'6
Weight: 260
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Grey
Occupation: Visual Illustration
Record: N/A
Hometown: N/A
Immunities: Hyperglomal, Serial Destitience
Connection to the paradigm: Confirmed
(09'28'2012)
Screams of sheer terror emanated from the mouths of all unfortunate enough to witness such an event. The Rig made contact with the girl’s lithe frame with enough force to put a pessimistic imagination to shame. Bones bellowed as they fragmented like rotted wood under the full force of a sledgehammer. Flesh ripped, and as it did, chunks of muscle and fat slithered across the hood of the cab. Blood released in insane, almost unbelievable amounts, seemingly seeking the veins and vessels it was accustomed to traveling within, and finding instead cotton and occasionally silk; the clothing of any unfortunate enough to be in the vicinity of the crash. Vomit mixed with crimson fluid as bystanders began to empty the contents of their stomach’s from the sheer rawness of it all (For it was, if I do say so myself, a most repulsive scene).
“Jeo!” Wailed a woman whom, (despite the jostling and bustling of the crowd who’s only wish was to get home and into some clean cloth), stood frozen, drenched in far more vital fluid than the most irate of bystanders. Her face read anguish, her voice sounded of agony, and any person who was not running this way or that immediately knew this person to be the victims mother.
I watched her as she weaved through the unruly mob (knocking down more than a few, placing them in the deleterious mixture of filth) and darted into the road with all of the determination and finesse one would imagine a mother, upon losing her only child, would possess.
It was then that I saw them.
Two figures cloaked in garbs woven of shadows appeared a few feet away from the girl’s corpse, which was now whole once again, in one static location. My mind reeled from the glaring impossibility. Had it not, only seconds before, been spread across pavement and metal alike? Every natural law of physics broke and splintered into a million pieces within my mind, much as her bones had (And they had, hadn’t they? I had witnessed it happen, seen it with my own two eyes!).
No one else seemed to notice.
Truth to tell, no one else was actually around to notice. It was as if the rapture had occured at long last, and God had left me as a testament, no, a specimen of what was once known as the human race.
Calm down.
The girls mother was still there, standing in the middle of the road, looking for all the world like the women who lose their sons to the service in the war flicks I had seen as a child. All nerves and intuition.
Her daughter lay on the cold hard pavement ahead of me, whole as she ever was. I nearly screamed at the sheer absurdity of it all. How was it possible? How could a thing once torn apart re-appear so wholly intact?
A shudder rippled its way down my spine.
I turned to catch a glimpse of flickering darkness in my peripheral. My sinus's flared for a moment, and my nose retracted in response. A wave of nausea overtook me as my mind procured images of the shadowy figures I had seen earlier. More random flashes of blankness than anything, it took all of my mental strength to overcome the lapse. Slowly but surely my thought process returned, and my mind once again began to wander...
As crazy as it was to believe in the physical apparitions of not one, but two otherworldly beings, witnessing A girl be dismantled by twenty tons of steel didn’t exactly affirm my sanity. I was ready to believe anything, so long as I could be given answers.
Had I known what I know now, I would have taken the things I had witnessed and bottled them up. Then I would have taken that bottle and shoved so deep into my subconscious that I would have to near an aneurism in order to recall it. I would have went back to my normal house in my normal neighborhood where I would lay my normal body in my normal bed. It’s funny how, after an event, one can look back and see exactly the path they should have taken. I look back at how I was then with more resent than a normal man could muster.
I was brash.
I was brave.
I was intoxicated with such voracity that only the foolishness of youth would knowingly allow.
I was always a sucker for a damsel in distress. Even in her assumed state of incapacitation, even with the knowledge of all that had just happened fresh in my mind, the allure of her supple body, her gaily tossed hair, beckoned me. Now she seemed not dead at all, but instead merely resting after a night out on the town.
Always the hopeless romantic, the actions I would then take were clear. Why shouldn’t I lend a helping hand, I asked myself. To allow such a woman as her to die through my inaction was a crime punishable by five eternities spent reliving her death.
At least it was in my mind.
At least at that time.
Surely does the idiocy of youth bind a man tighter than any length of chain ever could.
from:drharveyphd@glasco.limited.net
heres the print trace on the kid from the crash site, along with an excerpt we retrieved from that damn notebook he was so protective of. Magnus nearly beat the bloke to death for it,poor guy.
In case you didn't get the memo, S.D. (Serial Destitience) is the newest strand of the Doppleganger virus. It first appeared two hundred and twenty nine years ago just off the northern coast of Istraloth, pre written language. The tale of it's emergence is told rather ambiguously through the paintings found in their caves. The disease is essentially unlike any other found on this planet. Once infected through either nasal or residual ingestion, the subject often slips into a death like state. That is the one saving grace of the plague. While the person is in coma, their organs, muscle, flesh, and vitals are duplicated within the body. Once the duplication is complete, the body (swollen exponentially by this point) splits from itself, leaving what would appear to be two fresh, identical corpses in its wake. The doppleganger typically wakes long before its human counter part, often resulting in the original being the first of numerous casualties in the clones war path. All cases of the virus were believed to be eradicated based on the aforementioned cave drawings, but strange occurrences in civilian activity near Istraloth's eastern corner have led many within the agency to seek proof of its resurgence. Mr.Lodger is believed to have come into contact with an unknown being acting as host to the virus. Details on that are contained within his notebook entry.
The Hyperglomal variant, as you may already know, is a far less life threatening infection... In a way. Instead of cloning parts of it's host to create a separate whole,
H.G. uses resources found in the inner ear to create what has become known as an organic transceiver. Once erected, it broadcasts things heard by the host to all of those already infected by it's father virus, S.D. Although this act is not deadly in itself, those infected tend to find those transmitting far more often that not.
Heady stuff right? Just remember, the organization is keeping both of these outbreaks silent for now. I don't care if that fox Jessica Johnson from channel 12 gives you a peek at the goods, NO LEAKS.
Oh, and concerning Dominic... Try and stay away from him. At all times. The kids obviously holding something from us. All three guards set to his pod have come up missing, along with the towerguards. My best guess is he's got some kind of telekinetic or persuasive capability. Svynn called me in with the big wigs earlier and showed off the surveillance tape. All of the guards met up outside of the pod, and one by one they turned to the camera, smiling just before flying offscreen. They sent out a search party for the remains, but nothings been found so far. Yeah, best to just stay away.
Look over it all and give me your analysis asap. I don't think we can't hold him here much longer...
(PS: The readings just came back from his blood analysis. The results paint an uglier picture than even I could have imagined... take a look for yourself.)
Telekinesis: Subject possesses mild ability to remotely manipulate objects both physically and chemically. Based on research alone, the extent of his power was thought to top out moving objects around 130bs a distance of 30 ft with some variance. Given recent occurences (see missing guards), our development control team has been forced to retract that notion, stating "Although his natural ability is capped at the standards we discovered, the subject has shown the ability to surpass his limitations under extreme duress." His ability to manipulate chemically on the other hand has no easily definable limit. He has been observed toying with these powers, though, revealing to us that the use of these powers severely drain him of energy. It also seems to have the adverse effect of duplicating whatever changes being made on the victim to himself.
Marginal Combat: Dominic has proven to be a well balanced fighter, with an obvious advantage in brute force. Able to fend for himself in tough situations, but nothing really special here.
Advanced Logic: His immunity to both strands of the Doppleganger has allowed him to alter the communicating capabilities of the Hyperglomal infection for his personal use. The frequency on which the transmitter sends data to the infected is inaudible to human ears. Despite this fact, his genetic tinkering has granted him the ability to scramble the message, allowing it to be picked up by the firing of synapses within the brain. We believe this is how was able to control the guards physical movements prior to making them disappear. Recieving the transmission places the person in a state similar to a vehicles cruise control. While in this state, Dominic's voice is the only thing capable of inducing action on part of the induced. It seems to only effect those of weak will in non pivotal roles.
Name: Dominic C Lodger
Height: 6'6
Weight: 260
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Grey
Occupation: Visual Illustration
Record: N/A
Hometown: N/A
Immunities: Hyperglomal, Serial Destitience
Connection to the paradigm: Confirmed
(09'28'2012)
Screams of sheer terror emanated from the mouths of all unfortunate enough to witness such an event. The Rig made contact with the girl’s lithe frame with enough force to put a pessimistic imagination to shame. Bones bellowed as they fragmented like rotted wood under the full force of a sledgehammer. Flesh ripped, and as it did, chunks of muscle and fat slithered across the hood of the cab. Blood released in insane, almost unbelievable amounts, seemingly seeking the veins and vessels it was accustomed to traveling within, and finding instead cotton and occasionally silk; the clothing of any unfortunate enough to be in the vicinity of the crash. Vomit mixed with crimson fluid as bystanders began to empty the contents of their stomach’s from the sheer rawness of it all (For it was, if I do say so myself, a most repulsive scene).
“Jeo!” Wailed a woman whom, (despite the jostling and bustling of the crowd who’s only wish was to get home and into some clean cloth), stood frozen, drenched in far more vital fluid than the most irate of bystanders. Her face read anguish, her voice sounded of agony, and any person who was not running this way or that immediately knew this person to be the victims mother.
I watched her as she weaved through the unruly mob (knocking down more than a few, placing them in the deleterious mixture of filth) and darted into the road with all of the determination and finesse one would imagine a mother, upon losing her only child, would possess.
It was then that I saw them.
Two figures cloaked in garbs woven of shadows appeared a few feet away from the girl’s corpse, which was now whole once again, in one static location. My mind reeled from the glaring impossibility. Had it not, only seconds before, been spread across pavement and metal alike? Every natural law of physics broke and splintered into a million pieces within my mind, much as her bones had (And they had, hadn’t they? I had witnessed it happen, seen it with my own two eyes!).
No one else seemed to notice.
Truth to tell, no one else was actually around to notice. It was as if the rapture had occured at long last, and God had left me as a testament, no, a specimen of what was once known as the human race.
Calm down.
The girls mother was still there, standing in the middle of the road, looking for all the world like the women who lose their sons to the service in the war flicks I had seen as a child. All nerves and intuition.
Her daughter lay on the cold hard pavement ahead of me, whole as she ever was. I nearly screamed at the sheer absurdity of it all. How was it possible? How could a thing once torn apart re-appear so wholly intact?
A shudder rippled its way down my spine.
I turned to catch a glimpse of flickering darkness in my peripheral. My sinus's flared for a moment, and my nose retracted in response. A wave of nausea overtook me as my mind procured images of the shadowy figures I had seen earlier. More random flashes of blankness than anything, it took all of my mental strength to overcome the lapse. Slowly but surely my thought process returned, and my mind once again began to wander...
As crazy as it was to believe in the physical apparitions of not one, but two otherworldly beings, witnessing A girl be dismantled by twenty tons of steel didn’t exactly affirm my sanity. I was ready to believe anything, so long as I could be given answers.
Had I known what I know now, I would have taken the things I had witnessed and bottled them up. Then I would have taken that bottle and shoved so deep into my subconscious that I would have to near an aneurism in order to recall it. I would have went back to my normal house in my normal neighborhood where I would lay my normal body in my normal bed. It’s funny how, after an event, one can look back and see exactly the path they should have taken. I look back at how I was then with more resent than a normal man could muster.
I was brash.
I was brave.
I was intoxicated with such voracity that only the foolishness of youth would knowingly allow.
I was always a sucker for a damsel in distress. Even in her assumed state of incapacitation, even with the knowledge of all that had just happened fresh in my mind, the allure of her supple body, her gaily tossed hair, beckoned me. Now she seemed not dead at all, but instead merely resting after a night out on the town.
Always the hopeless romantic, the actions I would then take were clear. Why shouldn’t I lend a helping hand, I asked myself. To allow such a woman as her to die through my inaction was a crime punishable by five eternities spent reliving her death.
At least it was in my mind.
At least at that time.
Surely does the idiocy of youth bind a man tighter than any length of chain ever could.