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PostSubject: Siren's Call RP Logs   Sat Mar 17, 2018 9:49 pm

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PostSubject: Re: Siren's Call RP Logs   Sat Mar 17, 2018 10:00 pm

Biird: Ondine did not like the idea of being in a net. Many times through her years as a Siren she'd been close to fishermen's nets and many times she'd avoided them. These people were not fishermen looking to feed their village or family, they were hunters, looking for Sirens and they'd been picking off the few that lived in her summer home waters and now she was one of those. So many questions flooded her mind but the main ones were - how did they know about Sirens? What did they think they knew that suddenly caused them to go on a hunt for something that had long been a mythical creature? O hadn't stopped thrashing in her nets since the moment she'd been pulled into the submarine. It took several large burly looking men to transfer to a holding tank and it would take those same men to transfer from the sub to the underwater facility where she would now be a prisoner. She was tossed like a goldfish into another holding tank, after slapping one man with her tail and biting another. Then she curled herself up in the bottom of the tank and tried to make herself as unreachable as possible.

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: Being under water was still a comfort, even to this very day and even though this particular individual has spent the last countless number of years just trying to get away from the all encompassing liquid. Funny how, even after getting what he wanted he'd be right back in the environment he tried to flee and feel a sense of calm about it. Gage, better known as Jackal, was part of a military response unit that handled security within the underground research facility that aimed to study Siren's, or more commonly known as mermaids due to Disney and all their mock ups. Even thought he found himself here, it was not what he was aiming for though not a single person knew of his past. Moving through the corridors, Gage adjusted the Kevlar vest about his torso and the AR15 rifle that hung pointing down across his front. Pushing open the door into the main lab as his most recent assignment within the facility had him guarding this particular room, a room usually left to the nerds as he called them. Seems they had found something finally worth guarding. Gage often made others nervous for his large build and strange scale like tattoo'd markings along his face and parts of his arms though no one had yet queried him on their purpose.

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: Nikolai was right behind his long time friend, same gear, same gun, his finger stretched just above the trigger as was his trained habit. They moved through the building silently, entering a sector they hadn't yet before. Seemed they entered in the middle of a commotion that ended in a heavy splash across the long room. As the door closed behind them, Nikolai, whose name read as Reaper, a code name for their assignment meant to keep them personally distanced from the people around them, took a few steps to the side, fanning away from his comrade. His eyes darted around around the room counting and marking everyone that was in it. They seemed exhausted and flustered. Then one of the white coats, dusted himself off, slicked back his hair and walked over. "Good, you're here. Nevermind what's in the tank just don't let anything go in or come out. We will be right back." Maybe they all needed a drink. One guy skirted past them, cursing under his breath and holding a bloody hand.

Biird: The waters of the tank settled around her and there was a strong urge to creep up and peek around as she honed in on the sound of people speaking and moving around. A door opened and closed, then opened and closed again after the sound of a lot of people moving. Then the room seemed to still. She sat quietly for a while until her frustration needed an outlet. Turning onto her hands, the siren's opulent tail began to slowly rise over the metal casing, her end fin uncurling along the glass before it reared back and struck the glass with the strength of her annoyance and frustration. The tank shook, water wobbled off the sides but the plexiglass stood fast against her assault.

Grimm: Gage did not speak as the crowd pressed their way to the exit, his only response being a smirk that tugged against the corner of his lips at one of the scientists orders. A glance was cast towards Nico and to most it was nothing more than a look but between the two Gage might as well have spoke his thoughts which would have sounded just like 'Fuckin civilians'. Turning his head back across the room to where they had all left he was quickly rewarded with a loud thud and Gage's brow rose. Curiosity was not really something a military person succumbed too, the top brass kind of frowned on individual thought over mindlessly taking orders. Then again, the two assigned to guard the room were hardly your run of the mil soldiers. "Another shark?" Gage muttered barely above a whisper. It was on the verge of an insult because he knew why the researchers were really down here but he really had no confidence in their ability to actually carry out their assignment.

Judge: Catching Gage's glance, Nico smirked, letting his head shake, but his head rose and his eyes squinted toward the tank, the sight of a tail blurred in the waves it created. He didn't budge from his place beside the door but his body tilted forward slightly with the urge to move toward the tank. Their unit hadn't been here long. Their orders were vague but they were used to that. What he did know and could decipher through made him curious. These people were down here doing "classified" things to creatures that weren't supposed to exist. Orders prevented him from looking in the tank, but they didn't prevent him from looking around. They were standing in a domed building surrounded by water with all sorts of deep sea life around them, none of which was particularly mythical, even it was still an amazing sight. If there were others out there, they were hiding. There were plenty of places to hide.

Grimm: Gage's hands clasped together around the muzzle of his rifle, standing in a more relaxed position as his eyes stayed fixed on the tank in front of him. Unlike Nico, the magic of the ocean was lost on him after all the years he spent within it's embrace. Working himself back into society had been somewhat tricky but when he joined the military, well, it made making decisions far easier or rather the lack of having to make up ones own mind most of the time. With his back straight, shoulder pulled back and chest out, Gage's deep red eyes squinted a little as if trying to will himself into being able to see through the base of the tank and know exactly what the researchers had found. Yet as much as he would like to also just walk up to the tank, that was not his place and the camera's located at various positions around the room would deter the man, at least for now, from satisfying his curiosity the easy way.

Biird: Silence was something she was used too. The loneliness that Siren's feel on a daily basis wouldn't be enough to make her want to rise from the bottom of the tank. If they wanted her they were going to have to scoop her out like a fish at a carnival. Even though the tank was small, she still wasn't going to make it easy. After a few moments, the doors opened up again and she could hear people filing in. Dr. SlickHair turned to the men sent to keep them safe and motioned to the tank, then a gun case. "You're going to need the tranquilizer gun. Help the orderlies get it out of the tank and onto examination table." He didn't say anything else and he seemed very used to giving orders and having the obeyed, or maybe he was just confident in the agreement the facility had with the government to have his every need on the matter of their research fulfilled. The nurses were prepping and he was assisted in being scrubbed up to the elbows.

Judge: This time Nico shot Gage a glance. He wasn't a fan of taking orders from white coats and this one wasn't doing any favors to the cause. He pushed his gun behind him and a made a move to the cage when the doctor turned away from them. It was already unlocked which kinda rendered the whole idea of having the guns in a cage kinda pointless. Waiting until Gage was in range so that only he would hear, Nico said,"Is it just mean or are they kinda uptight?" He glanced back as he filled a hand gun with tranq rounds, getting a look at the bitten orderlie who was learning over the top of the tank waving his bandaged hand.

Grimm: Gage met his friends look with one of equal annoyance. These were the worst kind of civilians, ones that thought themselves too important not to be listened too. Sure, he was probably a lot smarter than Gage in most fields but Gage doubted he could do much in a crisis, or any little bit of physical strain. That point was almost proven earlier when they all had to leave after catching their quarry for a pick me up. Gage was about to tell him where he could shove the tranq gun but when Nico moved, Gage simply replied with a growl and moved to the cage. "All his scrubbing up and no one has managed to remove that stick from his ass." Gage muttered in reply taking a gun of his own. Tranq guns were lighter and a lot of the time made more from plastic than metal. In Gage's hands it felt like a toy rather than an actual weapon, but those same hands, just like Nico's, could turn this toy into something deadlier than it was intended. Turning back to the scientist this time though, Gage really had no intention of following the last part of the man's order. "We're here for your protection, not to fish Doc. I'm sure your big boys can handle it." Looking towards the man with the bandaged hand, Gage pointed his chin towards him in a brief jut. "Just make sure you keep your hand away from the pointy part mate."

Biird: As the nurses helped him into thick gloves, the doctor turned a sour stare on the white-haired solider. "If I say tranquilizing that thing is part of our protection that makes it part of your job and you'll do what I say our I'll pull your Sergeant down here to make you do it." He turned squarely to the solider, waiting a reply or a move while the bitten orderlie curled his fingers around his bandages and finally stopped waving menacingly into the tank. He turned to the wall and pulled a giant net down, while the other orderlie prepped himself to help carry the siren down to the examination table. Ondine glared up at the orderlie, pushing herself back against the wall and the floor of the tank, her heart pumping for a fight.

Judge: Nico chuckled at Gage's snide remark. For as long as they'd known each other, the other solider had always been... prickly. His mag snapped into place just as Gage turned and outright refused to the gun he'd just prepped. Nico turned too, letting his arms fall at his side as the doctor rebuttled. They both had a fair idea of what was suppose to be in the tank and Nico had never seen one in anything other than book or a movie where they were supposed to be. Even if he didn't want to hurt it, he did want to see it -- really badly. So Nico took a step forward, letting his shoulder brush Gage's as he moved toward the tank. "Sarge is gonna be real pissed if you make him come this far down."

Grimm: Anything the scientist said was almost completely lost on Gage. Perhaps he could have said it had gone over his head, but Gage was too tall for that. Taking a step towards the scientist, the soldiers eyes narrowed and with a flick of his thumb, the safety clicked off on his gun which had caused one of the nurses to squeak, almost cutely, behind the would-be tough guy. When Nice moved between them, Gage sighed and shrugged his shoulders before turning and walking after his comrade. "Perhaps, but I'm sure the prospect of drowning a nobody may lift his spirits." Gage cut a glance back towards Dr. SlickHair again. When they did reach the tank, Gage walked up the metal staircase to the side of it and with each steps his heart thumped harder and harder because he knew what was in there and he really did not wish to be a part of injuring one of them. It was a small reason why he was going to milk the man at the tops injury for all he could.

Biird: The doctor stood firm but in truth his only saving grace was the less... hotheaded of the two. He didn't let out his breath until the white-haired one had started toward the tank. At the tank, the bitten orderlie with the net had started to submerge it into the water. "Just get in the net and I won't hold a grudge for you making get nine stitches." He said, clearly still holding a grudge. O curled her tail around her, covering her bare upper body with the fan of her fin. The distortion of the water due to the intrusion of the net and it's pole moved all around her. "That's a good girl." He said, completely unprepared for the siren to bolt around the pole and give a hard yank, which sent him half into the tank. He was one leg out, crotch against the side, one leg in, arms sprawled against the other side of the tank, with the pole jutting up between his shoulder and the side of his face. "Bitch!" But she wasn't done. O sank her teeth into his ankle and held on like a pitbull. He began to scream and thrash, which didn't make it easy for his friend to help him out of the tank, but it did cause the doctor to come running up the stairs. "Jesus Christ! Shoot her already!"

Judge: He wasn't wrong. The sarge had a mean streak, especially for overzealous civilians, but the guy was also having a hard time getting his... sea legs? So making him come any further down the pipe was gonna make for a really shitty day, or night, whatever it was around here. Nico was able to get up on the landing just in time to see a long kinda pearl colored fin about a split second before the guy with the net was half way in the tank covering the hole. It was hard not to laugh but now he couldn't see shit past the big bastard's body. She? So they had genders. The hell was she doing? Because this guy was screaming bloody murder. Nico flicked the safety off of his tranq gun and steadied his aim, but he still couldn't see shit. "I would if I could."

Grimm: Gage's brow raised again, almost like it was his favorite thing to do, when the orderly fell almost completely into the tank. There was no surprise on his face or any other kind of visual response to what was happening beyond that single raised brow as if to say 'Are you done being an idiot?' "You know who could make that shot. The Sarge. Maybe you should call him down?" Gage piqued his head to the side as he looked to the lead researcher who was just as panicked as the guy being gnawed on. As much as Gage wanted to leave the man suffer a bit longer and leave the researchers squirming, he reached down and gripped the orderly's shirt by the collar and started to pull him from the water at an angle to free up enough space to see the creature inside. With his other hand he pointed the tranq gun towards the bottom of the tank, yet, when he did get a visual of the female Siren inside he froze which was definitely not something he ever did. Part of Gage could almost feel the scale like tattoo's burn all over his body as deep crimson orbs stared at her for what seemed like en eternity. Why though? He knew he should not have been surprised by what he saw, but was this feeling really one of surprise or something else?

Biird: The man was kicking and squirming making her smack her tail against the sides of the tank as O held firm to his ankle with her teeth. Blood was starting to taint the clear water. There was shouting and movement above her, then the body started to rise out of the water. Ondine growled, bubbles rippling up from the sides of her mouth, then ripped back, taking his pantleg and a chunk of his flesh with her. She spit it into the water and looked up. First her eyes met with the barrel of a gun, but a half an inch higher than that were two red eyes and white hair. The gentle movement of the water was washing the blood off her face. For a long moment she was just staring a the man, the solider, that was staring at her a turmoil of emotions running through her. The expelled as her jaw went slack and a sound like a dolphin in searing pain ripped out of her throat; it was high pitched and nearly sonic.

Judge: Nico shook his head. Since the moment they took this assignment Gage had been more surly than usual, but this wasn't like any assignment they'd ever had so it was hard to tell exactly what had him on edge. Right now, though, everyone was up in arms and it looked like the one with the least amount of room and reach and really anything to her name was winning this fight. As Gage helped up the orderlie, the other one tired to pull him out of the tank. Gage should have taken the shot but he didn't, which caused Nico to glance up at him. He and the Siren were staring each other. Her back was to him, covered in long billowing hair. Her scream caused him to flinch, then his finger found the trigger and double tapped her into silence. He and Gage could talk about how and why he hesitated, later.

Grimm: The scream had caused Gage to flinch also, it wasn't the first time he had heard such a noise but with his current situation his ears could not cope with the high-pitched sound. The thuds of two tranq shots hitting the Siren were also lost on him when he finally released the orderly and almost dropped both him and the friend that was helping him back into the tank, much to both of their annoyance. Still his dark red gaze lingered on the Siren's form beneath the water until he finally managed to pull himself away and turn from the top of the tank. His gaze shot to Nico and it hinted at irritation for what his friend had done but it quickly died to nothing more than a look before he stepped back and moved down the stairs, back to the cage that housed the small array of weapons and unloaded the gun before replacing it back in it's casing. All the while he stayed silent, ignoring the bustling research facility as they all scrambled to retrieve the female from the tank before she woke and took another bite out of one of them.

Biird: There was something familiar about the solider with the red eyes but the moment that washed away, her frustration with the whole situation had her screaming. O did not like to be pent up. Not that she remembered or anything, but it was part of the reason she got conned into being a siren and had her heart broken all those years ago in the first place. Not that it mattered because the water was disturbed once more then everything went black. The siren dropped like a rocks to the bottom of the tank. Since one of the nurses with a bit of sense to think through the panic had called for more orderlies they came barging through the door just as the first two finally got a chance to gather themselves up and limp off. So O was fished out of the tank and laid on the exam table basically dead to the world as the doctors went to install her chip.

Judge: Nico nearly put the gun behind his back when Gage looked at him. It wasn't like Gage to not want to shoot something, especially something that was wild'n'out. Ah well. Nico stepped out of the way but not off the platform. He was too interested in this siren. The whole situation was blowing his mind. Tail of a fish, body of a woman, just like in all the myths. He'd half expected her to just look like a humaniod fish. When everyone was off the platform, he moved down the stairs and was shooed away from the exam table so he put his gun back too, making a point to not leave the cage unlocked. Pushing his shoulder against the gun cage, Nico stared at Gage. "Gonna have to learn to make toilet gin or whiskey if you keep acting like this."

Grimm: The way they moved her, handled her, tossed her onto the table to be studied like an animal, all of it made Gage's mind rage to the point he wished to turn and shoot them all. Alas, he could not and would not do something like that. They were researchers only interested in gaining more understanding about something they did not even know existed up until recently and part of Gage even wondered how the hell they came to learn Siren's were real at all. When Nico came up beside him again though, Gage's mind settled and he brushed a finger-less gloved hand back through his ash white hair. "Appletini sounds good." It was probably Gage's oddest quirk, minus the red eyes, white hand and scale tattoo's of course. His style of drinks were far left of what a man of his bulk would normally openly admit to drinking. Though he knew Nico knew all about his likes and dislikes, even if the guy spent most of his time trying to get Gage onto a 'real drink' as he called it.

Biird: Ondine was going to throw another fit when she woke up to find herself micro-chipped like an expensive dog, but for the time being she was serenely asleep on the table, her mind far far from the drama that her life had become.

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PostSubject: Re: Siren's Call RP Logs   Sat Mar 17, 2018 11:27 pm

LadyHollow: Waking up as a siren was like....a baby being born into a dark scary world without any light their way. Except the moon. She'd gone through the event in her head many times while in the transport tank. She saw a man through netting. He'd touched her face with the saddest look in his eyes. Then he swam away. "Wait...please! Don't leave me! Don't leave me!" She didn't know him, but seeing the man heading for the water's surface stabbed a fear through her heart she couldn't explain. She was afraid. Why? Then the sand stirred and the net started to raise up, dragging her and everything else in the net and she was dumped onto the deck of a ship. Her instincts said danger but when she tried to run her 'legs' just flopped around. An few jabs with tazer sticks and a tranq later she woke up in the dark when her container jostled as it was lowered onto...something. That something was big and her tank started to move away. "New specimen," she heard one of the humans call.

Judge: Nico kept his eyes on the researchers and the siren as Gage spoke. It wasn't until he was done that his green eyes met those weird red ones. "We ain't due for leave in a long ass time and you know I can't rock with you if you drink that." It was only half a lie. They were freshly assigned to this unit which meant they woudln't get any type of shore leave for a good long while but Nico didn't really care what Gage drank even if he gave him shit for it. His eyes flicked past Gage when light on the wall started to flash. Instead of saying "exit" as one would expect, it said "new specimen" which made him frown but he quickly wiped the look off his face. Gage's back was to the sign and if they were lucky it'd stop flashing before he saw it.

Grimm: It took a long moment before Gage eventually moved from the gun cage after placing the tranq back into it's case and semi-locking it away. It didn't seem like the researchers really payed much attention to this area as there was no lock on the cage. Shaking his head, Gage's hand rested back onto the grip of his AR15, his finger resting along the trigger guard and his other hand just resting by his side as was a common relaxed yet ready pose for most soldiers. Turning, he frowned again when he looked at the Siren on the table but had just missed the sign saying yet another had arrived which was probably for the best. At this point the assignment took on another meaning to the odd male because part of him was now here to do the job initially assigned where as another was just born in which was wanted to protect the Siren from the people he was actually hired to protect. This was going to get difficult. "Not leave, but a damn break sounds pretty good." With the Siren out, there was little need for this much heavy security and Gage just wanted out of this room ASAP.

LadyHollow: She complained this and that while the container kept moving. She could hardly move in there! And it didn't help the all those bumps and thuds kept rocking the container. She could feel the container lifting again as a pair of doors opened and closed. Wheels of whatever was moving her squawking across the floor. The bottom of the tank suddenly flushed out and she was emptied into another tank. This one had glass and she could see people! "Where am I? Who are you?" There were so many questions she wanted to ask now that she was so suddenly in the light. But the primary drive of finding hearts almost instantly kicked in when several hearts lit up. She quieted immediately drifting close to the glass trying to see them better. Until her ears were assaulted with the ANNOYING sound. She moved away from the glass covering her ears as a nonchalant scientist tapped several more times on the glass with some kind of black cylindrical stick - the same kind they'd poked her with on the ship that zapped her. "Would you stop doing that!" Her palm stretched out and her eyes widened as a vortext knocked her into the back of the tank. "The guys weren't kidding when they said this one was 'fresh'. Jaysus. I'm gonna get an earful for that. Proceed carefully, men." The siren was retrieved from the glass tank and strapped down to a table. The microchip was the first thing.

Judge: Pushing of the gun case, Nico naturally assumed a similar resting ready position as his bunk mate. They didn't really talk much. Gage had never explained his life before Nico found him on the beach and Nico never really asked. He knew all he needed to know. Gage was a good guy and Nico could trust him to have his back. Really that's all he needed to know. Until this point, nothing had really seemed to rattle Gage. The light stopped flashing and the sound of equipment coming down the hall could be heard. "Go. I'll cover you." He said as the door opened behind him.

Grimm: Giving a simple nod to his friend, Gage took another quick look around the lab, his gaze lingering on the Siren for a moment longer than anything else he regarded. Being silence was almost part of being a soldier so he was thankful that Nico had introduced him to such a life over the span of time they had known each other. Moving to the door he pressed on the button and both panels slid back. Another safety feature but it was common to most labs, a type of sterilization feature. Moving through the door Gage looked back to Nico and nodded before he moved off again.

LadyHollow: "Ugh. Why are you people hurting me?" Her head felt foggy after that bump. She tried to move her tail. She could wiggle a little but she was fastened down. And the table was moving. And there were people chattering around her while she was being moved. "Had I done something?" Why weren't they listening to her? The lot of them were blasted with some kind of vapor then passed into the main area. "Quickly, quickly. The faster we process this one the least likely we'll need the tranqs," said the female scientist. The table thing was rolled into the room and they stopped. "What are you people going to do with me?" The fear was mounting. She tried to wriggle her tail and squirm her arms but they weren't giving at all. "Be calm, lass. We mean no harm to ya a'tall. You're safe here." "I don't feel safe!" "Aye. I understand being reborn into the world is confusing enough without all this. But we aim to protect you." Her tail fin jolted feeling something shark poke into the meat of her tail as the chip was injected. The people in white jackets took notes of her overall self. "What's this?" One of them examined a medical alert bracelet for a peanut allergy. "Sylvie. Pretty name." The bracelet was removed along with scraps of denim cloth around her waist. It was put into a personal effects bag. "Let me go. Let me go. I want out of here." Fight or flight was rearing up inside of her and she wanted to flee. These people with guns and white coats. She didn't trust them. The table was being rocked violently as she put up a struggle with the staff trying to hold her down. The tail ripped out of the straps and the nearest one to it - poor bastard - was violently knocked away.

Judge: With a sigh, Nico watched his comrade in arms go out the door. They were putting the other siren back in a tank just as the doors opened again. This siren was already strapped to a table and she was way more afraid and talkative than the other one. Her rising anxiety seem to escape the team that had brought her in, but it didn't escape Nico. He moved further away from the gun case and the tranquilizers that he'd used previously and closer to the gurney. Her tail whipped across the gurney, the strap snapping with the force and the body of one the team went flying; Nico side stepped him, pushing his AR15 behind his back. He set his emerald gaze on the frigtened siren, but he could feel the team looking at him, probably expecting him to put her in a choke hold or something, because that's what soldiers do, right? Instead his put his hand down on her arm. His fingerless gloves putting his sking against her own, he could feel her pulse racing. "Listen," He said in an even tone, which was basically his voice all the time. "If you take a deep breath, I'll let you out of the straps and sit you down somewhere comfortable. Just breathe. No one is going to hurt you."

LadyHollow: "If you'll just let us get a blood sample...." The feeling of utter loneliness that was always in her heart didn't help her anxiety. Her tail kept flopping around since it was the only part of her that could move and the staff were staying clear of its reach. The table stopped clattering and rattling as the warmth of human touch pressed into her arm. She eyes instinctively went to the center of his chest to see if he was a broken heart, this soldier. She blinked when the instinct has passed as quickly as it came. She paused momentarily. The staff were all holding their breathe, she was glancing among them all and to the man weighing her options. "I'll be calm as long as they take their hands off me." The hands were instantly off her like hot potato. "Maybe we should uh....follow the lad's lead this time," said the Irish scientist.

Judge : Nico nodded, moving his hand off her arm as well. "Right on." He kept eye contact with her, watching as she stared at his chest for a moment as he flicked her straps free. Once she was free, he moved his hands out offering help if she needed it to sit up. "Before I take to you over to those plush ass leather couches, how about you let the little doctor take a blood sample?" His eyes flickered over her head to the couches then back down to her face for a moment before reaching for a folded towel that was laying on a near by table. "If you'd rather be in water, I can do that too."

LadyHollow: Now that she had a chance to sit up and get a good view of her surroundings, the lab was so very drab. Everything looked metallic and cold. The guy who'd gotten knocked down was picking himself off the floor and walk out the exit door holding its back. Her hands wrung together. "I'm not sure which I'd rather have." The Irish woman checked her watch. "She'll be fine a short while out of the water before water withdrawal sets in." That was the condition sirens got when out of the water for too long. "I guess this spot is as good as the leather couch? I don't think a fish butt is good for leather?" That nervous dry joke sank like a stone. "They can have their sample as long as they don't poke me with those awful sticks anymore." One of the medical staff nervously approached her and a pin could've been heard dropping as three vials were filled and her ID number labeled on the tubes.

Judge: When she sat up, Nico moved to her side, away from where they wanted to draw blood. When she made her joke he smiled but he watching as they drew her blood. Military training was good for a shit ton of stuff, mostly keeping your emotions in check, not that he wasn't naturally like that, but right now, it was really keeping him from staring at her tail while he wrapped his head around the existence of freaking mermaids to begin with. After they had her blood, Nico handed her the towel. "You want anything..." His offer was rendered useless when the nervous nurse returned with apple juice and a cookie. "Nevermind, how are you feeling now?"

LadyHollow: "I feel okay. Confused mostly. Scared. I don't know who I am. And I woke up in a net." She looked at the food quizzically. Biologically there was no need to eat. And no memories to associate something like apple juice and cookies to pleasurable response. Ignoring the snack lady she looked at the Irish woman. "You said my name was Sylvie. And you took something from me. I want it back." Her expression darkened just a touch. "W-well ya see, lass. We took it so it won't get tarnished in the water. We don't know if it's your name or not. It was just on you when-" "I want it back. It was on me, that makes me mine doesn't it?" Her voice was almost pleasing. "It's my only 'thing'! How could you understand?" It was the same song and dance as other sirens that had come to the facility. The one trait they all possessed was that vast loneliness. The ones who were lucky enough to have personal items on them clung to those small notions desperately, regardless of how small. "I...understand more than you'd think, lass." The Irish woman's chest was illuminated by a blue symbol. The scientist seemed to notice the siren zeroing in on it and steeled herself, making the symbol disappear. "You'll have it back in time. We need to catalog it first."

Judge: Nico watched the exchange between the two; lost in the sauce. Well, except for what he picked up on, like how the doctor seemed to know more than she really wanted to let on. As the siren's mood started to be agitated once more, he felt eyes cut to him, but she wasn't strapped down or afraid so much as slightly panicked but she was still coherent and not belligerent so there wasn't much for him to do. Right now he was just waiting, waiting for orders, waiting for shit to pop off. Reaching behind him, Nico pulled his gun around front and assumed his resting position again; finger on the guard, hand on the barrel, feet shoulder with apart, shoulders back, back straight, staring straight ahead, at nothing and everything. He was listening as they spoke and part of him wanted to pull the bracelet out of the bag and just give it to her. The idea made him slightly hyper aware of the dogtags around his neck.

LadyHollow: "You promise you'll give it back to me?" The tip of her tail curled showing slight annoyance. "Aye, lass. We'll keep it good and safe. Lastly just one scale. Just one. You'll feel a little pinch is all." A little pinch her a**! Sylvie gasped, fighting the urge to slap the scientist for plucking one of her scales. This gave her a moment of pause to actually look down. "Oh." Her head tilted to one side as the tail muscles flexed, lifting the fins up. From the waist down her tail was a vibrant blue and pink blend. She touched the scales. They felt a part of her, but foreign still. "Alright. You've been out of the water enough, lass. It's time to be introduced to the others before water withdrawal sets in. You'll not like that." The siren looked to Nico. "Okay."

Judge: His eyes flicked to the siren when her scale was removed. It kinda turned him off having fish ever again. It wasn't until she looked up at him, that he realized he volunteered for a job he'd never done or even been briefed on. It didn't seem like she was going to spend the night in a holding tank but rather be dropped into the actual containment waters. That must have been what those gas mask looking things in the case were for and the other airlock door. Gun behind his back again, he moved and scooped her into his arms, making sure to keep her tail from dragging the floor. At 6'2 it wasn't crazy hard to do. He carried her to the airlock and one of the researchers opened the door for the. Stepping inside it was easy to see it was an environment chamber filled with tubing made for filling and draining the room. Nico put her down on the floor, his name tag reading "Reaper" his given code name for any mission. "You did great. Hella brave given the situation. Take it easy out there, okay?" There was a moment's pause before he stood up and backed out of the chamber that would fill with salt water and then open up and let her out into the marked area of the ocean they were allowed to swim in.

LadyHollow: Every step he took she felt like he was walking her closer to a void. She was placed on the cold hard ground and looked up. " Will I see you again?" She asked too late. The doors closed behind him and the small chamber filled with. Then way out opened and she swam into the open water instinctively seeking out cover.
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PostSubject: Re: Siren's Call RP Logs   Sun Mar 25, 2018 12:55 pm

Macha: Upon parchment retrieval and placement were simple notions. The actions required to procure the scorned, however, were not. Humans, fickle and spiteful by nature, were disagreeable and often weary of those in power, particularly if that power left upon them an impression of uncaring whimsy. Retrievals were the least desired appointments of the deputy. Assigned to her person was another singular entity, familiar with the current desired placement of their would-be captive; willing as they hoped she would be. Movement between this or that facility was familiar similar in routine. The passing of papers and identification was efficient, however slow and tedious. The appearance of the two, starkly noticeable between coats of white and solidly colored scrubs, alerted all to their presence though words were lacking. "Roen Knight." A name spoken in the tone of command. There would be no mistaken communication to which being was sought by the two.

Judge: Nico didn't have any coordinates to tell him exactly where the Siren Holding Facility was. Several way points were used so no one route could be tracked. The journey there had been a long ass one, but the journey back to mainland was even longer with his silent company. She handed him orders and gave her name, but they'd scarcely shared more than two words since then and that had been day one. Not that it bothered him, it was just strange to find someone who lacked a desire for conversation as much as he did. Once they were California, where their target was working on some not so secret marine life research, the pace of events picked up until they were inside the facility. Then it was all check points and id flashing before finally getting where they needed to be. He half expected her voice to sound hoarse and harsh after so many days of not being used but it didn't. Standing behind the US Marshal, off to her right, Nico cuffed one wrist with the fingers of the other hand and stood at attention since his weapons had been taken from him.

Diitzy: Meanwhile just down the hall and to the left in the main contaminate holding block. "Scalpel". The ash blond girl locked her eyes against the microscope while raising her left hand to receive her utensil. Who knows exactly what is on that specimen slide. Most of her interns will confirm she's delusional. Only to receive empty air she lifted her head snapping in annoyance. "We are in a near break through and you want to lose it staring at the door?" She swung back from her seat pulling herself forward to the door. With a glimpse to the unfamiliar faces in her research facility she pushed the door letting it fly wide open. It was normal to have a special guest here and there after the work she threw out to the world. She greeted them without a hello. "Excuse me. This is a private facility. If this is about the news. I signed the papers with the government stating that I will no longer release that information to the public." She glanced at them, while pushing her glasses forward with her middle finger, before tucking them away back in her lab coat.

Macha: Silence rang though the space. Gaping faces blinking slowly without response to her summons, leaving the deputy to deduce these creatures were not her sought after prey. Broken by the abrupt swinging of a door, the silence was quickly shattered by annoyance seeping from spectacle wearing blonde. Unfounded accusations were swept to the side with the movement of a manila folder which pressed space between their unfamiliar persons. The snapshot clipped upon the outside confirmed the identity of the blond. "Roen Knight. Your presence is no longer a requirement at this facility but instead at another."

Judge: No one seemed to want to fess up. Maybe barging into a lab room and calling out a name wasn't really the way shit was done around here, but oh well, his charge seemed to either not care or not know. All the workers were kinda frozen in place until another person came zooming in from a back room; apparently the one they were looking for. Nico remained still, only angling his head slightly to look down at the petite girl while she removed her glasses and handed a file. She seemed feisty. From her words, he assumed her track record with the government wasn't a good one.

Diitzy: Her shoulders stiffened awaiting a response. After the woman spoke and presented the folder between them. "No longer a requirement? This is MY research facility. I built it. I own it. I call the shots around here." She glanced around at the frozen stares of all personnel. "Why are you all standing around for? If that creature dies. I'll have your heads for it." her voice rang in rage through the hall with an instant scatter reaction. Till there was just the three of them. Returning her sight to the folder as she noticed her snapshot. "What a terrible picture." She snagged the folder and opened it. "What is this about."

Macha: With a steady gaze, Macha regarded the scientist amidst her rants and orders. Folder relinquished, the folding of arms followed suit. "And you retain that ownership. However you choose to rule your roost from afar will be your prerogative. As previously stated, your presence is required elsewhere. Within the next 72 hours you will be relocated. It is advised that you preserve all that you wish to keep close." Within the folder, the details of the operation, including, notations of the prior interactions on the classified subjects with which she would now be privy too.

Judge: Standing silent while everyone talked around you, was about seventy-five percent of being a soldier. It would really suck if they were conversations you had a want to participate in, but most of them weren't. The conversations that changed the course of the world were usually had in secure rooms where you were forced to stand outside anyway. This conversation was interesting given the interacting personalities but so far no point of it called for him to do much more than he was.

Diitzy: It really didn't take long for the scientist to read page by page of the contents within the folder. She has been contracted before through private parties. Just her employment was always cut short for odd reason. She closed the folder and tucked underneath her arm. "Whenever you are ready to leave". A change in her mood shifted in reference to the details in the folder, peering up to the woman and then to the man. Not just any man but a soldier. With the sight of an armed force individual and being advised to preserve whatever is closed to her only brought the image of her deceased husband to pop in her mind. She shook her head, refusing to believe the incident. "Sooner the better." She pulled out her cellphone clicking way at the dials informing of her departure with her higher ups.

Macha: With ease, the cellular device was removed from the hand of the blonde. "They have been informed. All clearances have been approved." The device closed was returned. The noticeable change in disposition noted though hardly clear upon her features. Retrieval of her person came with initial unease however the contents of the folder seemed to quell any apprehensions and all need for fuss. Turning upon her heel, the deputy took leave of the laboratory. "Your personal affects will be sent for. Other miscellaneous items will need to be accounted by your own person. Travel expenses have been catered. If you require time before departure of this facility, you've three hours. If not, we will take leave now."

Judge: Bureaucrats had a way with words. They could usually turn brother against brother with the right amount of research and the right wording. Whatever was in that folder seemed to resign the young doctor to the fate of the underwater facility with little hesitation. He wondered if there was any mention of what she was walking into in that folder. Whatever it was, the US Marshal seemed satisfied with the reaction and when she turned to leave Nico half turned, nodding for the doctor to follow and he would bring up the rear.

Diitzy: The fact the woman closed her phone barely bothered her at all, one less thing for her to do. All the assurance voiced to her was barely recognized as she turned in the mid-sentence of the woman. Her thoughts were already jumping ahead to matters more important than personal belongings. She would be caught dead without this. Just along the wall to the right of her was a keypad. She dialed the code which followed the wall opening a small hidden compartment in which she shield majority of its contents with her body. Filling her excess pockets to the brim. Finally latching her briefcase to her right hand with concealing the attachment with a handcuff. She couldn't take chances of being part with it. She turned back, and the woman already turned to leave meanwhile the soldier gestured her follow next in line. Her eyes iced over at him. Even in different uniforms. They are all the same. They all will leave and never come back. Claiming to be ‘dead’ and rip your heart out with the second they get the chance. Her eyes flickered away from him as she strides her steps forward following the woman out of the laboratory.

Macha: The distance created by the scientist caused no falter in that of the woman speaking. Consequently, her turn to depart was taken without interruption as well. In the case of the contraband filling cloth pockets and the addition of a briefcase to the fold was none of her concern. The items would be hers to covet until such a time as they were to return to the facility, where they would be examined and deemed to be stored or remain upon her person. Contrary to entering the building, leaving required far less of the tedious routine. Beyond one final set of doors gleamed sun light. A steady hum of life buzzed about though distanced from the building the hills of the California landscape promenaded in full view upon one's exit. Behind the whisper of waves upon the shore mingled naturally with all other man-made sounds.

Judge: Nico arched a brow when the scientist turned from them and opened up a mini bat-cave and started to fill her pockets. His gaze went to Deputy MacMorrigan but she seemed too ready to leave and she hadn't even turned back to see if anyone was following. The doctor made quick work of whatever she was doing though and after basically glaring at him, she turned and went after the US Marshal. Nico shook his head, walking out behind them. Not having to go through all the shit they did to get into the place, their only pause was to get back their weapons. It felt weird not being armed and better to be back with his gun in his hand as they left the woman's research lab. Waiting outside was a black SVU with the two doors on their side open. The Marshal was most likely going to take the front seat, so Nico moved to the open back door and waited for the doctor to get in before he did.

Diitzy: The moment she stepped out in the sunlight her eyes fluttered shut. Considering she spent most of her life in the dark world of a laboratory. Her free arm swung up over her eyes while they adjusted to the sunlight. She lifted herself in the vehicle shifted down moving to her seat giving room for the soldier to get in. She glanced over to the view of the lagoon shoreline clinging to her briefcase against her chest.
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PostSubject: Re: Siren's Call RP Logs   Fri Mar 30, 2018 7:03 pm

Judge: Marshal MacMorrigan cut her journey with the crew once they boarded a helicopter on a small island off California's southern coast. The windows were blacked out and there was privacy screen between the passengers and the pilots. Should have been a hellava lot of time to get to know the scientist beside him, but Nico wasn't much of a talker and the little lady had a good deal of paperwork to go through, which had been handed over by the Marshal; probably full of liability documents and contracts possibly even a little more knowledge about what was going on down there than Nikolai would ever get. It was hours before they would touch down on what looked like an unassuming Naval barge in the middle of the ocean which was fucking no where and then some. Reaper, as his name tag stated, would have escorted Dr. Knight through the checkpoints, waited outside the door for her general debriefing and finally escorted her down to the pit of hell where all the "specimens" were kept. They made it through one final door that opened into a research facility that had a nearly all encompassing few of the ocean around them, and there were sirens in tanks as well as however many were out in the water. The Reaper took up a relaxed post by the door as he came in behind the newest doctor on scene. If she needed anything, he'd be there.

Diitzy: The helicopter flight was terrible, nothing like the private jet planes she was used to flying on. The experience was quite something to remember being pretty much nauseated during the entire time they were up in the air. There wasn’t much said between solider and her, which was good. Upon the briefcase that was cuffed to her was a list of homework to complete from the considerate marshal, who decided to split half way through the journey. She scribbled her name on the dotted lines meanwhile drew all over procedures and liabilities. What seemed like a lifetime, they finally reached their destination. Before she knew it, she was dragged through check points as occasionally she would be searched showing them in detail all her instruments vaguely explaining what everything was the few specimens she brought that she could benefit upon her newly recruited research. After a while the checkpoints seized, and she was walking down a magnificent room of specimens. The doctor could barely keep her composure as her grey eyes grew wide and large with every stride till the final door opened to the sirens. “Extraordinary.” She breathlessly as she moved away from the door forward staring at the sirens that were in hold. She searched and darted for the closest siren while shoving gloves over her hands.

RavenBellaDonna: She was sitting on one of the couches in the main room of the facility, her dark haired braided down her back loosely so it was out of her way. She preferred it like that, always had. It was easier to swim and it would not get snarled on a coral or in her way when she was hunting for shells and other interesting looking baubles. Now human she kept it back for ease as it bothered her when it hung around her face. It also was the most plain look, something that helped her to go somewhat unnoticed as she was one of the compounds most recent finds. The once siren looked up from where she was curled up on the uncomfortable fabric to watch as people busied themselves talking more urgently about a new person, she assumed it was another doctor to study her friends or even herself. As of yet no doctor who tried even got her to talk, she could find little to say to anyone who captured beings without consent. For the most part Flower just stood, watching and listening. Hoping for a chance to get out of this place.

Biird: Having put up one heck of a fight in resistance to being captured and implanted with some sort of gadget at the base of her tail, Ondine had been left tranquilized and unconscious since then. It was much easier to make sure she healed and and didn't remove in the implant. Even unconscious water deprivation effected her, so they had her soak in a tub of salt water at times. It had been days. Finally as the tranq began to wear off she was hoisted into a holding tank. Ondine blinked into reality from the dark nothingness of her slumber. The moment she was conscious to realize she was again in a holding tank the wily siren slammed herself against the glass, coming face to face with a blonde, wide-eyed face she hadn't seen before. It wasn't the face that kept her attention, however, it was the pulsing blue of her heart that caused O to angle her head curiously. Her large almond eyes, shining swirl of colors that was hazel, rose slowly to meet the gaze of the human on the other side. Without breaking the stare, O began to sway in the waters of the tank, pressing her hands on the glass, framing her face. Her long toffee colored hair floated out around her and framed her smooth features, at times crossing them as her lips parted and her song began to rise out of the water. It was a soft, deep song with no words, just a vocalization of sorrowful tones to tug at the heart.

Nomad: The facility was buzzing with excitement from all their finds, their anticipation to study the Sirens and even down to the military presence trying to keep everything under wraps and Top Secret, which seemed to be a part of this mission that some of the younger members of staff forgot. Gage had found himself on more occasions that he actually thought reasonable, taking phones from trainee's wanting to post shit on social media about their 'grand underwater adventures'. Like, really? People were stupid, are stupid, will always be stupid. Finding himself back in the main holding and research area, Gage stood with arms folded over his weapon and across his chest as Reaper had returned from his assignment and brought with him yet another blonde energizer bunny. Everyday it seemed more and more researches arrived and fewer were actually leaving. Pretty soon this place was going to be overflowing. Gage gave a slight node to Nico but before his greeting could be expanded into anything further, Gage caught sight of the look the recently awoken Siren was giving the new girl. Crimson eyes flared and without really thinking he bolted for the tank just as the Siren's song filtered through the water. Gripping the short researches shoulder Gage pulled her away and forced her attention to him. Although he could no longer see the hearts of humans, he knew what was going on when a Siren reacted the way this one was. "Don't get so close little girl, these aren't your local dime store goldfish you're dealing with." Even though Gage's job was to stand and not interfere, he couldn't let this just happen in front of him. Turning his head back towards the Siren in the tank, his crimson eyes still glowed as his brows furrowed to a frown. Eventually his attention returning to the blonde female and then returning to his post by the door. "Kids these days." These were his only words to Nico as he tried to play the whole thing off as some life lesson.

LadyHollow: Life in the facility wasn't great, but it wasn't awful either, as far as she knew. It was hard to tell when she had no basis of comparison to go on. She found life a easier when not putting up a resistance, and the scientists learned she didn't resist as long as she was comfortable. The nice red-haired one even gave her a bikini top to replace the shredded shirt she'd been wearing since coming to the facility. Being among the other sirens who were let into the open water wasn't a picnic either. Somehow she'd thought being among others like her would be a comfort, but no. They all shared a common goal, a singular interest, and witnessing a mishap with a scuba diver who was trying to unclog debris some kind of underwater filter showed her how cutthroat the competition was. It was best to bide her time. There were other things of interest to ponder in the mean time. As she was sitting there on the table having monitors stuck to her to monitor pulse rates and heart beats and whatever else the scientists wanted to know, she could see many blue hearts. It made her wonder if humanity were doomed to suffer one way or another and if it was worth going back.

Judge: Nico returned a nod to his comrade and shortly thereafter his green eyes followed Gage's rushed movements to tank with a familiar siren in it -- the one from his first day down here. Looks like she was still up to no good. Nico didn't have a clue what the hell she was up too, the look on her face was mesmerizing even from his distance and the song that funneled through the air made him want to move closer. He managed to peel his eyes away from her and down to the doctor he'd just brought in when Gage yanked her away from the tank. His reaction should have set off some sort of alarm, after all, Gage had been weird since they started this job, but Nico just figured in the five or so days he'd been gone, Gage had seen some shit to be weary of. A lot of the researched were looking at him like was crazy though, so maybe he knew something they didn't about that sound the siren was making. Looking away, Nico clocked a girl on the couch and Sylvie on the exam table, the siren he'd set out into the ocean his first night here. She looked... not tortured, so that was a good sign. As Gage came back to his post, Nico smirked. He always sounded like an old man who had kids running across his lawn. "Been a rough couple of days?"

Diitzy: ‘Only in my wildest dreams would I ever come across such a beautiful creature.’ She thought to herself watching the siren bang against the glass violently. Agitated about something or rather perhaps it was the device at the foot of her tail. As the scientist’s glare traveled from head to toe of the siren. Taking in all the extremities’, everything she already knew but only could have dreamed of witnessing in person. It wasn’t till her eyes met the sirens did she freeze, the enchantment behind those eyes pierced through her cold-like heart. Almost like the siren knew something that she hid behind those grey eyes. The melody began to play, with her knowledge of the mythical creature she knew it was trouble just never heard what happens after a siren sings. She leaned closer as those eyes pulled her attention in. The feeling of her numbness, coldness overwhelmed her thought process as she zoned out completely to the sound. Until, she came to face with a man with crimson eyes, his words knocked some sense into her as she reached and tossed his hand of his shoulder raising her own voice snapping back at him directly “Get your hands off me soldier.” Rude and disrespectful at its finest as she could care less for the soldiers. Unaware of his aid, she was more focused on the fact he interfered with her first interaction with the siren. It was stated in her debriefing that those soldiers wouldn’t interfere with her work. Yet here she was standing face to face with one. Hearing how he spoke to her and the choice of words her facial features only boiled with rage. “How dare you call me a little girl. I’ll be speaking with whoever is your superior! Watch your mouth around me, ‘Old Man’ I’m not like them. I WILL--” She pointed at the other scientists busy at work. Just as she was ready to threaten him with god knows what was running through her mind, he turned to go back to his position as she held her breath. For the best she should play nice. A contract like this might never come again. Her face hardened as he walked away. Oh, how bad she wanted to throw something at him. Anything. She looked around as she sighed and moved to a designated work-space for her equipment as she started emptying her pockets with hard slams of bottles and other oddities. She was used to this type of work environment. Military personnel and herself don’t really get along as she demonstrated to the very first two upon entering her own facility. She pulled her briefcase on top as she started dialing the code to unlock it from her wrist. “You. Girl” She lifted her head noticing the girl the couch for some reason stood out from the rest. “I take it you are no doctor. I don’t see a white coat on you. Who are you?”

RavenBellaDonna: Her cold and distant golden globes watched the scene with mild interest. She knew that though she could not see the new woman's heart glow, that the siren in the tank could and was trying to entrance the new doctor, and the little woman looked to dumb to realize the trap, that or she clearly did not know anything about us..them.. she had to correct herself, as she was no longer one of them. She cocked her head to the side as the woman snapped at the male soldier for saving her life, and could not help the small bemused smile that graced her face for a split second. She hated that she found them amusing when they had her here against her will. Lost in her own thoughts she was snapped to it when the woman looked to her and started to talk. She seemed upset, but still not one to talk Flower just watched her with a unwavering and empty gaze. As she stared she watched one of the other doctors go up to the new one and attempt to talk to her. "You won't be getting a word out of that one Miss. She was brought in a week ago from the Yellow Sea expedition, and has not spoken other than to say her name." After speaking the man moved back to his work like nothing had passed between them.

Biird: O song was working perfectly. It was like a scene in a movie. To what end though? The siren usually played it by ear. If she got the chance she'd started to work her way up the glass and called the doctor to the edge of the tank, probably pull her down; maybe bite her, maybe drown her a little, may squeeze her just a little too tight. O liked to be organic about her shenanigans. Many of the researchers immediately plugged their ears or put headphones on as soon as her song started to fill the room. They knew the game, plus there was a huge red flag on her file. Just as things were getting good, good enough that O was about sure she could get the girl to mush her face into the glass and make her ugly, that red-eyed soldier interrupted her. With a shrill shriek, Ondine huffed, rotated swiftly and smacked the glass with her tail before retreating to the other side of the tank. She circled the bottom of the tank then lay on her stomach, resting her head on her folded arms, with her tail hanging over her head. Those red eyes called up memories of her first night there. It had been him staring at her down the barrel of a gun but it hadn't been him who pulled the trigger. Drifting in an out of consciousness, she'd heard his harsh, grumbly voice a number of times and it had filled her head with all sorts of dreams that quickly dissipated when the drugs kicked in.

Nomad : The ash white haired soldier was barely phased by the snapping of the little researcher. The girl, along with everyone else in this facility were so on edge and touch that it was almost comical. Every one of them seem to let their IQ run their mouth and their interactions. It was definitely through that book smarts never equated to street smarts and insulting someone that was twice your height and twice your width, well, that probably was not your finest moment. Next time the Siren wanted a quick snack before dinner, Gage would be sure to pass her the salt. Truth be told, a part of him felt bad for the siren, he knew partially what she was doing, how she felt and why she wished to do it, but at the same time he could not allow it in a room full of researchers. It was bad enough they had the female on the couch, if they actually got the change on camera then things would take a sharp turn left real fast. Keeping his back to the room Gage looked over to Nico and chuckled. "It has been, eventful. Though I'd much prefer it down here than a couple days topside with that." Gage hooked his thumb back to the little blonde researcher barking orders. "Well, that's my shift, I'll see you in the mess later." Gage raised his fist and bumped it against Nico's before passing through the door and clocking out for the day.

LadyHollow: How interesting, she thought. Sylvie watched a brief skirmish by one of the tanks. Her attention was brought back to the white coat who'd just stuck a cold piece of metal against her chest which caused her to gasp. "Excellent. From what I can tell yer as healthy as a horse, lass." One eye squinted closed as a one of those sticky electrode pads was peeled off her face and a generous mist of water was sprayed onto her skin and tail from a squirt bottle. She glanced at the woman's chest not seeing the blue heart currently. "It's strange," she said as her tail flexed a little. "Hm?" The Red-haired one - Sylvie thought Agnes was an ugly name so preferred 'Red- hair'. Sylvie turned to meet the woman's eye. "Some of you have hearts that blink on and off. And others have hearts that stay always." Agnes looked taken aback. "They what?" Sylvie gave her a 'what' look. "There are hearts that....you say they turn on and off? Can you elaborate?" Sylvye's eye momentarily went to Agnes's pocket when the woman reached her hand in, hearing a click noise. Ah, the recorders. "Maybe later. I still don't like you." Agnes looked completely egged in the face. She did an immediate hell-turn marching away. "This one is ready to go back in," she called, sounding annoyed. Uh-oh. Did Sylvie get herself in trouble?

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: The little blonde scientist had no type of chill. She snapped on Gage the same way she'd snapped on the Marshal and neither were really someone you wanted to snap on. Luckily though, Gage just ignored her and came back to his post before they shared a laugh and a fist bump as the ladder peaced out for the night... day? Whatever the fuck. The shriek of the siren in the tank wasn't as all as bad as that first noise she'd made and the tail smacking the glass was a familiar sound. Nico watched as Knight moved across the room and addressed the girl who was sitting quietly on the couch. Nothing came out of her causing another doctor to come up. His ears tuned into the diabetic siren talking about hearts. What she was saying clarified why she'd been staring at his chest when they first met. Made him wonder what she saw there. He wasn't heart broken, hell he didn't really feel passionately about anything, save a rare few things but his current deployment prevented those issues from coming up. She was engaged with the same doctor from when she first came in. Hearing the doctor give orders to put her back in, Nico didn't move. His job wasn't really to help or even handle Sirens unless expressly ordered to, which he wasn't. That first time had just been to prevent more drama after the evil siren had lost her shit.

Diitzy: The scientist stared at the girl as the scholar next to her told her about the girl. As Dr. Knight studied the girl, there was no doubt she knew something these idiots didn’t know. She turned her back silently as she pulled out everything but one object in her briefcase then closed it shut remaining for the hidden artifact to kept secret as she turned without another word to anyone among the lab. She walked off to find her quarters to rest after such a long day of travel and making new friends.

RavenBellaDonna: Seeing the woman leave she stretched out on the couch and sighed her arms reaching high above her head as she tried to get more comfortable. Standing she casually wandered over to the tank holding the siren that tried to eat the new doctor and looked her over. She was the type that Flower always tried to stay away from, there was something about her that made even the freedom that the sea offered seem dark and vicious. It actually made her happy that this one was caged even if it was for such a strange reason as a human study object. Sneering to the beast she moved back to the couch, only this time sitting closer to a group of doctors so she can watch what they were doing.

Biird: The sound of the humans beyond the tank was always muffled. O could always have focused her hearing to be a nosey heifer but that seemed like a lot of effort for creatures she didn't care about. All she cared to hear was if anyone was coming her way, which after a while someone was. Letting her tail float away from her face, Ondine, whose head was still on her arms, tilted her head up slightly to take a look at the woman peering into her tank. She was the dark-haired girl from the couch. They shared a brief staring contest, where O realized she couldn't get a sense of the girl. Her heart didn't flash anything and her aura was kind of dead. What she was doing in the facility the siren couldn't figure just yet. She hadn't been awake long enough to really a get sense of what was going on and who was who or why. With that thought passing through her mind, Ondine, pushed up from the floor of the tank and leisurely floated upward until she could see through the glass to the narrow world beyond. People were leaving, puttering around and being annoying. Gah, the sight of people annoyed her. Although, all those flashing, vulnerable hearts were fun to watch.

LadyHollow: "In the water. Out of the water. Make up your minds." She wished she knew what the purpose of all this 'data collecting' was for. The white coats lifted her on with a hammock like stretcher and carried her to the room. Again she was left on the floor and the two humans left to seal the doors. Once the room filled with a sufficient amount of water the access tunnel opened allowing her to swim back into the open area.
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PostSubject: Re: Siren's Call RP Logs   Sat Mar 31, 2018 3:32 pm

Biird: It was early or late depending on you wanted to view the hours between twelve and six where people came alive. In those small hours, the facility was quiet. There were only a handful of stay-up-laters, whether they were on duty or just couldn't sleep because their surroundings were so different. Time didn't really function the same for the siren, at least not since she'd been captured. They hand't let Ondine out into the open waters yet and she'd been unconscious so many times that she'd lost track of the days, not that she'd know what exact day it was since becoming a siren but at least she could tell the different between the moon and the sun when she'd been free. When she'd awoken before and nearly gotten her hands on the greenest of the bunch she hadn't noticed a way of telling what time it was or time of day. Right now, she only assumed it was night simply by the lack of activity beyond the tank. The small space was making her stir crazy. There were only so many turns in the water she could do to sate her need to move. In her years as a siren, O hadn't stayed in anyone place for very long. She could swim aimlessly for hours, discovering this or that small uncharted island, in this tank though, she couldn't anywhere and right now there was no one to threaten, bite or bother. It was all very boring.

RavenBellaDonna: Unable to sleep anymore, Flower got up from her small cot and started to walk around, eventually finding her way to the main lab again. Only now it was empty, well except for the siren in the tank, the cruel one wasn't allowed to mix with the others because of her temperament. Wandering over to the tank she cocked her head to the side and for the first time in three days spoke "Must suck being in there? No place to swim." it wasn't meant as a sneer or a jibe but her voice was even and monotone. "Maybe if you weren't such a bitch to the doctors they might let you out into the crater." She wasn't sure of the thing could understand her, as she spoke a few languages, thanks to her many travels, but when she spoke to the Siren she spoke the language that she knew in the lab, English they called it. It wasn't as musical as the others she knew but it would have to suffice for now, at least until she figured out why they were here.

Biird: Curled up with her tail around her, O didn't move when she heard someone enter the lab; she never did. If they wanted her attention or to get her out they would have to fight her for it. They always did. Then a voice echoed through the water, causing O to slowly lower her tail until she could see the dark-haired girl from before. She tilted her head at the comment about being stuck in the tank. She'd have taken it as snide comment if the girl wasn't so monotone, but monotone could be snotty too. Either way she didn't respond. At first impression the girl in front of her was just another human, but as Ondine watched her, watched her speaking, she recalled how she'd been sitting on the couch, recalled what one doctor had said to another. "..not since she was captured". Rising from the bottom of the tank, O brought herself closer to the glass. Her eyes never left the girl, her stare intent and focused but not manipulative the way it had been earlier. There was no point if this one was what she suspected. "She says, up on her high horse." O's voice soft, always held a giggle of mischieviousness. Her eyes finally slid to the side, looking out through the glass beyond the glass and the ocean beyond that. "That's just another cage anyway. Besides, who are you to talk about being bitchy. The silent treatment is just another brand of bitchy, chick."

RavenBellaDonna: Laughter filtered from her throat as she watched the siren respond to her. Nodding only slightly at her comment before leaning against the cool glass as she registered her words slowly. "At least I'm not attacking them, yet. And I have nothing to say to them, why waste my breath explaining something they will never understand" As she spoke she looked out over the lab and sighed "Besides, I'm not going to confirm what i am to them or they will start dissecting me."

Biird: A smile crossed her features when the girl laughed. When she got closer to the glass, O swirled around and came back, mushing her face against the glass her eyes were squinted and her teeth were bar, with her cheeks puffed out. "It's a good plan, or you'll end up in jaw like this." She gave another puff and pushed away from the glass laughing. She was swirling as she continued to talk. "Attacking them gives them a lovely sense of danger and me something to do. Besides, why should I make this easy for them?"

RavenBellaDonna: Flower shrugged, unsure how to answer the female. "That is true I guess, but the harder you make it for them, the less of a chance you will ever be out in ocean again." Turning to look the siren in the eyes she smiled at the familiar wildness in her posture and features. "Being human is strange, I almost drowned in the thing they call a bathtub. I am not going to lie I miss the perks of being one of you." Making sure she was not facing a camera as she stated that last part she smiled, as far as the humans knew she was a suicide attempt that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. None of them saw her turn the human that gained her the legs she used now so they weren't to clear on what to think. "My name is Flower by the way. They call you bitch, but im guessing that's not what you call yourself?"

Biird: Blah, blah, blah. This wasn't making her miss communication at all, at least not until she fessed about her origins. At that, O stopped squirming around and locked gazes with the dark-haired girl for a moment before jamming her finger into the glass right where her face would be. "Ah Ha! And the truth shall set you free!" She shouted, throwing her arms up. A mischievous smile curled her lips as she came closer to the glass again and lowered her voice, "I knew there was something about you I liked. " When she made mention of the staff's pet name for her, O laughed and swirled. "Maybe, but to my face they call me specimens 307, either way, I prefer, Ondine, or just O. And what a lovely little sea flower you are."

RavenBellaDonna: Scoffing she shook her head and tapped on the glass "Keep your voice down, they learn we can change them they will never get near us again!" her voice was a low hiss as she glared at the beast in the tank. Almost instantly though her rage was quelled and she returned to her indifferent looking facade. "Oh my tail was wonderful, a brilliant orange and white. I miss it so. It was nothing like yours though O, the colors are a irreidescent marvel. I would have named you Pearl."

Biird: O laughed again, when Flower got irate for a moment about her speech. "Girl please, you really think there isn't any audio on those cams? They can probably hear a ant piss in Africa." You wouldn't be able to tell off the bat, but a good 90% of the knowledge of the human world O had came from the movies she watched in the beach theaters around the world. She also had an inclination to think some of those researchers already know about the swapping because Flower wasn't the only human looking creature kept here. "Well, I'm glad you didn't. I like Ondine. I'm a myth."

RavenBellaDonna:"So much for a Myth, they have you in a cage, im sure thats hard fact." she told her moving away from the cams. "If that is true that is true. It was bound to be found sooner or later. But even with sound they have nothing. Its not like id be the first to go insane here" Moving to the couch she smiled at her deciding it was best to end the converstaion before things got to loud and the humans came running.

Biird: O watched Flower cross the room as she spoke. When she sat down on the couches, O nearly folded in half, holding the end of her tail. Passing her hands over the scales and pressing in, she could feel the little implant there. She wanted to dig it out, instead she just uncurled and pushed herself higher in the tank. "Hey. Hey! Why are you down here.. Can't you go up?"

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PostSubject: Re: Siren's Call RP Logs   Sat Mar 31, 2018 3:33 pm

SerenaRoseThorn: -I was swiming when I bumped into some glass- ow...-rubs my head as I start to black out and fall to the sea floor-

Biird: A siren losing consciousness in the water set off alarms in the implant in her tail. Those alarms sounded through the audio system of the lab and caused orderlies, nurses, doctors and research assistants to flood into the lab below. They all, at some point stopped to mark Flower sitting on the couch, but the urgency of the situation caused them to put her presence on the back burner. Two orderlies dressed in retrieval gear quickly and were sent out into the crater to catch the falling siren before she could hit the floor. They brought her in and put her on an exam table where the nurses and doctors set on her like vultures, checking her vitals and so forth. Was it a suicide attempt? What could they glean from whatever she'd done to herself.

SerenaRoseThorn: -wakes up to bright lights along with my head pounding in pain- oh my head -looks around as my eyes widen in fear- w-w-w-w-where a-a-a-am I? How did I get here? -I was in a panic-

Biird: "Shh. Easy." said one of the doctors, placing her hand on the new siren's stomach, despite her already being strapped down. "Cracked that noggin' of yours pretty good. You need to sit still so we can fix you up." Omissions are lies. The lie was, they weren't just going to fix her head, they were going to tag and bag her as well. It wasn't often a siren swam into the crater of their own volition. With a quiet nod the doctor motioned for her attending nurse to get the implant ready.

Diitzy: There was no luck finding her bed last night. Things were a little odd around here, she’d admit that. The soldiers are ready to kill on site, there are creepy girls in the corner that do not speak, but the most important thing of all is the magnificent creatures that remain behind the glass. She should have found her quarters but instead wondered around the lab getting familiar with every little knickknack she could get her hands on. Even stole some things that surely didn’t belong to her but highly doubt anyone would miss them. After the night long passed, the scientist awoke clinging to her briefcase like a pillow as she managed to find a little space to sleep in one of the lab cabinets. With a slam of the door swinging she crawled out only to be greeted in the middle of a squirm of doctors and a siren. “Well. What do we have here” She yawned in bore stretching her arms wide as she glanced over at one of the doctors and what they were proceeding to-do with the creature. Once they started grabbing their equipment she reached for her pen and paper and began writing everything that unfolded.

SerenaRoseThorn: -I started to thrash around trying to get free but my head started to throb from pain causing me to stop thrashing and fall asleep- l-l-le-let.....m-m-m-me......g-g-g-g-go.......................

Biird: O's tail moved slowly back and forth keeping her afloat while she watched the madness. Any time any little thing happened they were sent into an organized panic like ants in a wet nest. The siren they caught struggled a bit but the tranqs and a head wound were a losing battle from the start. Nevertheless they doubled up her straps and her security. No doubt the soldiers would be sent in soon now that everyone was awake. When one of the locker doors flew open, the lead doctor turned and shot a look of confusion and annoyance at the newest member of the team. He highly disliked the disorganization of how new people were just left to flounder around here. "How about you stop taking notes like some sort of intern and get over here and learn something? Lock up the briefcase, you're gonna need your hands."

SerenaRoseThorn: -I could hear and feal everything around me but I could not open my eyes no matter how hard I tried as tears flowed from my eyes- -thinks to myself: I wish I could go home-

Diitzy: Roen Knight was not someone who handled orders very well. Her head didn't even pick up from the paper as she strolled over right next to the doctor who spoke to her. Clearly, the marine researcher didn't understand the situation she was in. Not that she was naive enough to notice but there was something bigger in her mind that was more of a priority. She curled her lips biting the lower one holding back every ounce of emotion from wanting to lash out at the doctor. She closed her book and put it in her lab coat. As she placed the briefcase underneath one of the surgical carts as she attended to the side of the siren. “Well, tell me what you want me to do” She responded to the leading doctor, noticing the implant while the nurses gloved her hands up for sterilization.

SerenaRoseThorn: -the gem on my forehead started to glow bright pink as my wounds start to heal then my eyes shoot open while glowing brightly- LET.......ME.......GOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -I let out an ear spilting scream as I used my tail to hit anyone who got to close- LET ME GO NOW!!!!!!!!!

Biird: The male doctor sneered. He had about to had it with wayward little snots. This lack of order and efficiency was almost enough to make his top blow. Stifling a growl, he waited for her hands to be scrubbed before going with his speech but he couldn't hide the annoyance in his voice. "There is a femoral nerve that starts in the base of the tail. We've learned that putting the impulse controller here gives us the most leverage over them. It keeps them from leaving the perimeter and help us gather them back into the facility. All new siren's are implanted with one." He nodded to the holding tank where O was being held, watching with mild interest. "Some of them we have to keep sedated until fully healed. That one tried to rip it out twice. Either she has a high tolerance for pain, or she's nuts." Looking back at the blond, he motioned to the new siren's tail. "They say you're a quick study. You should have surgical maps in your doc---- HOLY SHIT. Put her down! Goddamnit." The orderlies launched into action. Squealing with delight in the tank, O let out her own ear splitting shriek. You know... just cause.

Diitzy: The cocky attitude of the biologist subsided for a moment. Now wasn’t the time to pick a fight with a veteran of this joint. As the doctor instructed in her ear, she recalled the surgical portion of the portfolio. She spent majority of her time redrawing the physical anatomy on the legal documents to memorize every detail. She also recalled the vocal projections a siren could make any man plead insanity. In safe consideration, she plugged in her wireless headphones and tuned into "The Sound of Silence by Disturbed". Everybody likes a classic after all. With a nod in understanding what she was instructed to do, she turned around in unison to the right-hand nurse who pulled the tray away from the nearby counter containing everything she would need for this operation.  In the tray contained; an already measured large needle of eight milters of anesthesia, a steel bowl of sterilized alcohol, iodine, gauzes to prevent access blood spill, a few sterilized surgical equipment.  They both moved to the tail as the assistants launched forward pinning down siren at command to the leading Doctor. Once the creature was sustained in her restraints, Roe reached over coating the cotton ball with alcohol as she cleaned the area in which she would cut entry to the nerve the doctor instructed. The nurse to the left of her coated the iodine, as her right nurse moved with the needle of anesthesia to the IV. Once she had the needle prepared for injection she glanced up at Roe waiting for command. The biologist gave a nod and noted directly to the leading doctor, “Eight milters of anesthesia injected at left IV”. As she called out the nurse released the injection. For a moment they waited for the muscles of the siren to loosen as her driven lash started to subside. Though, the siren tried with her might to be resilient, the drug slowly took effect. “Shh… there, there.  All-is-well, End’s as well” She patted her glove on the siren's stomach. A moment she stared at the sleeping siren as the other one, O, continued to make a ruckus. "Will somebody silence that peanut gallery" She yelled at the nearby personnel with tranquilizer guns. As she returned her attention to her patient. “Vitals are normal” A nurse called out, and Roe lifted her hand and received a scalpel. “Well, then. Let’s begin shall we”. She glanced around the circle at all the veterans among the operation table as she made sure to catch glance of the leading doctor. With a smirk appearing underneath her surgical mask, she lowered her surgical knife and began to cut. With the siren in a comatose state of mind everything was smooth sailing upon entry. There wasn’t much words spoken during the operation. Shortly after a while, the implant was attached she began closing. She handed the surgical scissors and wire over to the nurse beside her as she returned to the head of the siren where the leading Doctor stood, waiting on his review of her operation. Meanwhile, her eyes glanced over at the tank, where she met her first living siren.  The chill drew her neck hairs to stand as all she wanted to do was see her again. There was more on the biologist’s mind then that the research facility contracted her to do. “All in due time.” She murmured to herself as she reflected her glance back at the leading Doctor.
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PostSubject: Re: Siren's Call RP Logs   Wed Apr 04, 2018 4:18 pm

Biird: The first rays of sunlight were started to touch the surface of the ocean above the facility. O had to contend that at the very least from her tank she could still see the sun and the moon and the ocean that encompassed this part of the facility. This early in the morning there was only a single orderly on duty, a nurse on call and one researcher puttering around can checking samples and the vitals of the sirens in tanks. O was the only siren in a tank that was no longer "new". Most of the people now avoided eye contact her whenever she wasn't laying at the bottom of the tank and almost everyone had headphones to keep from being swayed by her song - not that it stopped her from singing and not all of her songs were malicious. Sometimes she just sang away the feelings she didn't understand because they were clearly left over from a life she couldn't remember. Right now, for example, she was floating around the tank, "dancing" and singing a song with a lively tune. None of her songs had words. It may have been a subconscious separation between her moods and the desire that most sirens had to switch with a human. There was a specific song for that sure, but it had words. Ondine had also made up her mind not to speak with anyone either didn't have the ability to breathe under water or didn't used to have it.

Nomad: Days were blending together rather annoyingly under the the ocean and normally Gage did not care, he had learned a long time ago that time really meant nothing when stuck as a 'man-fish' as he often referred to his other life as. Yet, as a human, he wanted to spend as much time as he could out of the oceans embrace. Funny what life threw at you, but he was thankful to have at least one person he could refer to as friend in this world. Moving through the facility, Gage, or Jackal as his tag labeled him as, pushed the door to the main lab open just as the researcher inside was leaving. "Good timing, watch her while I go get some supplies." Obviously the other researches thought they could all talk to the military personal the way a select few had tried but before the researches could move away Gage's eyes narrowed and a low growl rumbled in his chest causing the researches to shrink back. "P-Please, if you wouldn't mind." The young man quickly added to the end of his 'demand'. Gage simply grunted and walked into the room slamming his shoulder into the far shorter male, knocking him out of the way. Scurrying out of the room quickly he'd no doubt run and make some form of complaint to his superiors, but Gage was really making a name for himself and of course that name was 'Go fuck yourself'. Moving into the lab, Gage's crimson eyes watched as the Siren in the tank at the opposite end danced and sang within her holding. More silent that some might think for a man of his size, Gage moved to the tank, one hand tucked into his pocket, the familiar rifled slung across his chest and still he said nothing as he just watched the girl. Unsure if a sirens song could actually affect someone who had reverted back to human, Gage didn't really care in that moment, something else drew him to this tank and this girl.

Biird: Lost in her own little world, Ondine was purposely obvilious to the nonsense around her. Really nothing beyond the tank interested her. She couldn't make heads or tails of the equipment they were using and knew what certain things were only because she heard their names called during certain operations. They were careful not to open files near the tanks or even under the cameras. If they spoke openly about what they were doing it wasn't in the lab where the other sirens could hear. As far as O could decipher from the few boring moments she spent watching the humans, not all of them got along. They moved in packs or like schools of fish, if your scales didn't match you weren't in the school. Yet, somehow they thought themselves the superior species. There was a soft ripple in the water, one not caused by her own movement or vibrations of her voice, that caused O to turned abruptly and slam both hands on the glass with a loud, threatening hiss. It faded quickly, however, and O wouldn't have been surprised if the person she was now staring at hadn't flinched. Her lips were still slightly parted as her head tilted. Her body slithered out behind her and the soft sounds of a dolphin cooing filled the tank around her. Her mimicked sounds weren't a lie this time. No. The red-eyed soldier did truly interest her. He had from the moment she'd seen him. There was a familiar air around him, much like the Flower girl, which might explain those scale markings on his skin.

Nomad: The slam against the glass didn't cause so much as a stir from Gage, the only visible reaction being a slight smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth. It was not that Gage did not find her threatening as much as there was little left to startle the soldier. Being shot at, a lot, tended to kill that part of a person. At the same time Gage had a healthy reverence for the Siren for he knew if she got her hands on him and she so wished, her claws could rip him apart and if he met her under water, well, Fucked was the best description for what would happen to him and not the pleasant kind. Normal conversation seemed pointless with someone trapped in a cage but Gage found himself actually wishing to get to know more about this particular Siren. "Your name? Specimens 307 doesn't really roll off the tongue, you know?" Gage's smirk remained and his words carried an heir of confidence around him. It wasn't the same kind of mock confidence the researchers held. their book smarts really couldn't help them interact with a creature or person.

Biird: While her large pearl-like eyes, the same shade of wavering colors as her tail, were on the soldier before her, O could still see the people behind him. They were doing a pretty horrible job of pretending not to watch their interaction. They'd done the same thing with the other soldier too, the friendlier one. The smile that crawled across his chiseled features, caused her to lower in the tank, the cooing sound she was emitting softening a little. With a flick of her large lower fin, she rose up again, slithering slowly behind the glass. For a moment after he spoke, she simply watched his mouth. Then her eyes slowly rose and moved across his face, taking in the markings that were faded into his skin on one side, his eyes, his hair, the way he watched her. Really she was stalling, pretending to have to have comprehend what he'd said to her, but she knew and she the answer. Her eyes lit up as her mouth formed an O. If he could figure out that subtle signal maybe he'd hold her interest a bit longer. If not, it would be time to switch tatics. She hadn't attacked anyone in a while.

Nomad: Part of Gage wondered if being this close to a Siren and hold it's attention almost solely on him was a good idea. When he was one he could never recall coming into contact with a human that had once been a Siren so he was unsure if there was a telltale sign that he was one in her eyes. Obviously the markings on his face were a dead ringer but he wasn't completely stupid to work for a company that studied Siren's and walk in with scales across his face and most of his body. Shortly after he had turned back into being a human, Gage had gone to a tattoo studio and had them follow the pattern with a tattoo machine giving each faded scale a more 'drawn look' with an outline. If one ran their hand across the markings they were not raised, rougher or anything beyond that of normal skin. It was purely a visual thing. The 'drawn look' made it a little more artsy than anything else and when questioned he often told people he liked Dragons, seemed like a good idea. As he watched the Siren though making an O sign with her mouth he chuckled a little. "Perhaps Oh would work." It was a shape she seemed to make a bit from what he observed but really he didn't think it was a hint to her name, a lot of fish made that symbol with their mouth. Maybe it was the early morning that had Gage's brain function slowly, he still had not had his coffee after all.

Biird: O's eyes flicked across his face again. When he decided to call her O she eeped and pushed away from the glass, swirling aorund in the water. A smart one! Hot dog! Hot guy! Whatever. Looping herself around over and over and over again, the bubbles she left behind were in the shape of a giant O as well. Moving around helped her forget she was in a small cramped space with no other creatures to communicate with. Well, excluding her new soldier friend. Returning to the glass, O started her soft, lulling coo again, her eyes flicking from his face to the latch on the tank she was contained in. The chances of him walking up and opening the tank were slim to none. After all he had been a witness to her viciousness not once but twice. Right now though, she wasn't feeling particularly vicious, just sick of being in that tank and suspected the only real reason she wasn't in open water was because they didn't want the stress of taking her out. Maybe the fussy little Flower girl had been right. Oh well. This one wasn't afraid of her, and he seemed well able to handle himself.

Nomad: Gage's brow rose when the Siren, or O now, started to spin around and around inside her tank. All he could picture was a pup that got super excited and would spin around on the spot. The normally fierce looking soldier couldn't help but chuckle which seemed to cause the people behind him to actually forget they were only pretending not to watch to actually properly look in their direction. One of them ran up to the tank a moment after O had looked towards the latch. They had missed her subtle suggestion but Gage had not and his chuckle returned to a smirk but then melted to slight annoyance at the much shorter male orderly that was studying the captured Siren. "What did you do to it?" He almost demanded, forgetting who he was talking too for a moment. "Her." Gage replied with a low growl. The orderly almost jumped as he stepped backwards, both confused and slightly scared. "H-Her. Yes." Gage didn't reply however as his attention returned to the Siren and gave her a wink. "I told her she could have one of the researchers for dinner if they pissed me off again. So glad you volunteered." This caused the man to step back even further and bang into a table, knocking over some of the beakers on it. "Wh-what?" If he boy wasn't careful he was about to piss his pants. "Relax tiny Tim." Gage scoffed but stayed standing in front of the tank as the boy researcher did all but run away from him and crashed out the door. "Too easy."

Biird: They shared a moment of understanding about the latch before it was rudely interrupted by a nosey little lab coat mushed his face against her glass causing O to hiss and jolt forward threateningly. If he wasn't already shitting himself because of the soldier he was because of her and now both. The siren's face went from fearsome to wicked excitement as the soldier turned on the researcher, whose reactions had her in stitches. Each bubble that came from O burst with the sound of musical laughter. Meanwhile she fell to the bottom of the tank holding her bare sides. Of course, Ondine hadn't missed his correction of "it" to "her" and it endeared her to him just that bit more. When her laughter finally subsided, O returned to the glass but her attention was on the people behind him. They were all watching now, unbashed and in slight awe. It was quiet for a moment before the doors opened up and the lead researcher came into the room. He was deep in his file but after a moment the silence of the room seemed to rouse him. He looked around, quirking a brow but his gaze lingered on the white-haired soldier he only new as Jackal. That annoyed him. Why didn't the MP's have real names? "What's going on in here?" He demanded of the room. The small male researcher looked almost like a child who had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed too but it was one of the nurses that spoke up, "Specimen 307 was laughing and frolicking. The soldier was talking to her." His brow almost touched his hairline. The doctor dropped his file on the table and crossed the room to the tank with more determination and less spaztic curiosity than the other guy. He looked between O and the Jackal then back to the siren. "So you like him, huh?" O's lip twitched with the edge of growling hiss. "Hmm," the researcher mused. "Has she spoken?"
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PostSubject: Re: Siren's Call RP Logs   Wed Apr 04, 2018 6:57 pm


Xatai: Soralei was resting upon the ocean floor, hands crossed behind her head as she was sprawled out upon the sandy depths. It's been less than a year since she was captured and housed here, with being poked and prodded with scientific equipment, as well as a rather annoying nerve chip implanted in her fin. Although unnoticable, it felt like a small pressured anomaly to her. Soralei sighed, with her plan to shift the curse off onto another human going up in smoke. These individuals residing within the lab seemed to have a general understanding of how we worked, and made every attempt at keeping us at bay. She sighed softly, her jade colored orbs staring up at the rippling sun shining against the surface way above.

Judge: Nico made his way from the mess hall toward his post in the research lab closet to the water. So far that had been where most of the shit jumped off. The creatures they were researching were different from one being to the next. It made it hard to comprehend the idea of experimenting on something so human. Then again, he couldn't comprehend experimenting on anything that felt but his job wasn't to comprehend it and he knew better than to express his opinion to anyone. All the thoughts were pushed down and away, as the doors to the room opened and he stepped in. Seemed like a relaxed day and only a few other people were in the lab. Instead of remaining by the door, he moved further in and stood beside the long couch, staring out a the water. This was one of the few places in the facility where you could tell the time of day.

LadyHollow: Sylvie was resting on the glass roof over the research area of the facility. Watching all the humans in there like a child with a magnifying glass would watch ants. She wouldn't have minded if a crack formed in the glass cage and a few of them drowned, but some of the personnel she was okay with. She had time to consider in this hypothetical who'd she maybe want to save, who'd she let drown, and who'd she curse. She glanced down at the red-haired one, who was also leaning back in an office chair watching Sylvie watch her. Feeling a spark of annoyance Sylvie pushed off the glass and swamp off a little ways. Agnes glanced over at Nico, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Lazy day for you too, lad?"

Xatai: Soralei poked her head out from her hiding place slowly, her orbs narrowing as she caught sight of only one of the guards. She had hoped this would be a day without being prodded and poked to near death, but it appeared to be solemn, at that. She reluctantly swam to the edge of the tank, putting her left hand to the side of her face to peer more clearly into the underwater bubble. She sighed softly, studying the laboratory equipment, before gazing down at the guard with a hint of malice before looking away to gaze up at the siren perched above.

Judge: His hands overlapped on the small of his back, underneath the gun that was hanging on his back as he watched the sea life move in front of the glass. For the few days or weeks he'd been down here watching out the glass it seemed the sirens liked to keep hidden. The sound of a pushed off turned his attention up just in time to watch one move away from the top of the lap. His attention was then called by the same researcher that been with Sylvie each time she'd been brought in. He turned fully to face her. "No, ma'am. It's against orders to be lazy in uniform." Without looking he could see another of the sirens moving over over head and he wanted to look but he hadn't been dismissed from his causal conversation with the lady.

LadyHollow: "At ease, soldier. Being too rigid down here for too long'll drive you mad." Agnes glanced up seeing Sylvie swimming down the side of the laboratory towards the sea floor. "That one I believe likes you. In the sense that she doesn't hate you, yet. You impressed us that day you carried her. Took big yambags." Agnes chuckled. Meanwhile Sylvie had reached the sandy bottom and was cruising along the sands. There was a nice patch of reef not far that had a cozy nook in it. Another siren's presence had grabbed her attention though, and Sylvie slowed to a stop raising upright to check Soralei out.

Judge: His posture didn't change at her command. There were few people in the facility that could put him at ease with a command, otherwise Nico was basically always relaxed. Her speaking about the siren from before did allow his attention to waiver from her though and watch the siren move closer to the sea floor. To the researcher's comment, Nico tilted his head, keeping his green eyes on the siren. For a moment, a smile cracked his features but it was gone before he looked back to the red-headed lady. "Can't blame them for being on edge. Aside from knocking them out, none of them have really had a pleasant experience thus far."
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PostSubject: Re: Siren's Call RP Logs   Thu Apr 05, 2018 11:02 am

Nomad: Again another interruption but this time it was by someone more senior, not that their pecking order mattered, all of them were irritatingly stupid in Gage's eyes. Gage's arms folded across his chest when the guy stopped beside him after being filled in on the latest goings on of the Siren. Straight away wanting answers and making assumptions as to what the Siren thought of anyone outside of that tank they kept her locked in. "Like is a strong word but compared to you I'm Santa Claus delivering presents." Gage was unsure just why he liked getting under the researchers skin as much as he did, though he could hazard a guess it was their pompous attitude and their idiotic notions they had any sort of control over the military aspect of this facility. "If she could talk, I'd imagine her first words are going to be something along the lines of 'Fuck you' so don't worry, I doubt you'll miss that event." Gage didn't move from the front of the tank and his eyes never moved from the Siren within it even though he knew he should head back to his actual post by the door.

Biird: The soldier, Jackal, at least that's what on the little felt name tag on his uniform, didn't like the researchers and that made O like him even more. So the lead was right, she did like him. As much as she could like a human. Thus far, he and the other hadn't hurt her or done her anything really but she still wasn't going to talk to them. She had nothing to say and no secrets to tell. They'd have to dissect her to figure out how the magic worked and she'd be damned if she was going down without a fight. Meanwhile the lead researcher, Dr. Crawfield, regarded the soldier before him with mild annoyance. He didn't like the way the soldier spoke so freely. They were clearly at odds about who ranked higher in this situation. Maybe it was time to call a board meeting and straigten some things out. They were still short some staff, as well. The doctor's hair gel wasn't holding up against the stress of this mess of a job he'd agreed too. A few strands of his slicked back black hair were started to come loose already listening to the soldier. He scoffed in response and shook his head. "Whatever these creatures were before becoming what they are now, they aren't that anymore. It isn't your job to sympathize with these things. It's your job to protect us. If I have to remind you of that one more time, soldier, I'll have you removed from this sector if not from the entire compound." As the doctor spoke, O's gaze narrowed own at him. She didn't like where he was heading and his final words made her blood boil. So that's it then? She was an it. A lab rat and she couldn't even make friends-ish with her captors? Closing her fists, the slammed on the glass as her voice echoed that high shrill shriek she'd done a few times. This time though, it was louder, the vibrations coming from her harder and more pressurized. Pushing away from the glass, O shoved herself back until she hit the back of the tank. The combination of her shrill cry and the swirling pressurized blast led by her hands, hit the glass with the force needed to cause it to shatter. As the glass broke outward, o scrambled forward, riding the wave of water cascading onto the floor. "CONFINEMENT." Screamed the Dr. Crawfield. "Catch her. She's going into confinement!"

Nomad: There was an obvious line between the soldiers and the researchers and Gage knew full well he was crossing that line yet he couldn't help himself. These people were arrogant and annoying like cock house flies. Still, this was not the first time Gage had to put up with such people and in the past he just ignored them as much as he could, but in this environment he found that next to impossible. When the Researcher had finished yet another ramble about how he would deal with Gage, Gage turned towards him, all 6'3 and solid muscle facing straight on towards the rather skinny male. Crawfield was not too short, taller than most and barely scratching at 6ft himself but in front of Gage or any of the other military personal he was scrawny and far from threatening. It was taking everything Gage had not to wrap his hand around the mans neck and slam him against the wall, but, before such a thing could even happen O had started some form of sonic attack, shattering the glass and flooding the lab. A piece of the glass cut through Gage's right eyebrow just beside his nose causing him to hiss as he steps back just enough to watch O sail across the floor on the wave of water. Without wasting any time and even though blood cut the vision from his right eye, Gage moved forward as quick as he could wading through the water and grabbed O's tail fin and quickly hoisted her off the ground. One hand curled around her under her armpits and the other just below where her knee joins should have been. One of the orderly's ran at them with a needle ready to sedate the Siren but was quickly met with a swift kick in the mid chest knocking him back. Gage however was ready, or at least as ready as he could be for some out lashing from O when he grabbed her, bracing himself as best he could.

Biird: People were scattering. Most of them were trying to protect whatever samples they had in the lower cabinet from water damage. One person was quick enough to set off the alarm and shut down the section with a push of a button. The orderly's rushed to get their gear and sedatives but they'd come to find out it'd be useless against a soldier, even if his hands were full. When Gage grabbed O's tail, she immediately hissed and swung around, but since he was trying to pick her up and not pin her down, she practically hoisted her weight into his arms. Even still, her hands came down onto his face, ready to claw his skin off until she recognized that mass of white hair. Her fingers relaxed, and her hands opened to her smiling face, mouth forming the words boo, even of no sound came out. Her hands moved along his cheeks, cupping his jaw, as she pulled him closer. Her tongue lashed out across the cut on his eyebrow, stopping the blood flow temporarly with the enzymes in her saliva. Her arms fell around his wide shoulders as he turned and kicked away an orderly causing her to squeal with delight. The orderly was on his ass holding his chest, the other was stunned and frozen, unsure of what to do and the doctor was just about to pull his hair out. "Put her down! Unless you're going to help us get her in the proper tank, I demand you put her down, this instant." Just then, the doors opened up and three more MP's marched into the room, guns in hand. The one leading the way was about the same height as Gage, if not taller, and twice as wide. His head didn't turn at all as he entered the room but there was a no denying he had taken it all in. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?!" He demanded in a booming voice. "Your soldier.." Dr. Crawfield started. "Not him, you!" said Sarge. "You don't give my men orders. They have their orders!" Growling, Crawfield charged across the room only to be halted by the barrel of a gun. "Stand down, civilian." Said Sarge. "Don't get any crazy ideas." Without taking his eyes off the doctor, the Sarge finally spoke to his soldier. "What's going on here?"

Nomad: O's playful antics were almost childlike as she mouthed boo and caused Gage's lips to curl to a slight smirking smile. With features as rough as his an outright smile wasn't always possible. When she moved closer to lick along the cut on his brow, it raised almost questioningly at the action, he was surprised she hadn't just added a second gash along his face or other part of his body though he was thankful she did not for no amount of body armor would protect him from those claws, of that he was sure. When her arms were secure around his shoulders and she supported her upper half herself, Gage's hand moved from there down to his leg and hovered over the sidearm rested in it's holster. Crimson eyes narrowed on Crawfield when he started barking orders yet again, Gage's fingers visibly flexing as if he were fighting not to draw the weapon and shut the man up, permanently. This however was not to be, but the surprising turn of events actually turned out to be all the sweeter as Gage's superior, actual superior not pretend one, marched through the door with two other MP's in tow. Listening to the exchange between Sarge and Crawfield, Gage's hand snapped his sidearm free and pointed it straight at the researcher's head when he started for the Sarge and with now having two weapons pointed at him he quickly paled and shrunk back. Holstering his weapon again, Gage stood to attention as best he could with the Siren in his arms. "Breach in the tank Sarge. Was simply aiding a damsel in distress." Gage's motioned very slightly to the O. "Couldn't leave her sliding across the dirty floor." Granted Gage should have probably took a more serious approach but he couldn't help but rub the whole thing in Crawfield's face that much more. Turning his attention briefly towards the doctor he sneered. "Not everyone is capable of keeping their cool under pressure however." The two other MP's behind the Sarge smirked. There wasn't a single military personnel that worked on the facility that enjoyed jabbing at most of the researchers, especially the top ones that thought themselves superior.

Biird: Damsel in distress. O squealed again, like a happy dolphin. This drew the big ol' Sarge's attention to her, but his gun was still pointed at the doctor. The widening of his eyes was so slight that if O hadn't been staring right at him, she would have missed it. A soldier's job was to assess threats when they walked into a room. What looked like a woman in the arms of his subordinate was not a threat and therefore was glossed over for the real threats. Looking at her now, tail hanging off Gage's arms, making fish noises, the Sarge had come face to face with what they'd been signed on to keep quiet. He wasn't ready to process that, so he turned his attention back to the doctor and slowly lowered his arms, folding the gun back against his chest. "My daughter finds out you people are down here chopping up Ariel, and you'll have hell to pay." The doctor looked confused. Was that a joke or a real threat? It would be safer to take it as a real threat. His posture relaxing somewhat now that guns weren't in his face, Dr. Crawfield pushed his hair back and cleared his throat. "Your man needs to put specimen 307 into a confinement tank and you people need to get out of my lab." He said as calmly as he could manage. Sarge was quiet for a moment. Like Nico, he was well aware that this particular assignment was rubbing Gage the wrong way. Looking at him standing there with a fabled creature in his arms, choosing to protect her over the civilians; well, let's just say the kid's poker face was going to hell. No one would be able to fathom why Gage was so protect of her, or any of them, but Sarge could hazard a guess that at his core he was a damn animal rights activist waiting to happen. He'd seem him with stray dogs and even seen him run back into a crumbling building to save a family pet. It wasn't hard to draw parallels between a rabbit in a science lab and what they were doing down here, especially if one of the things went through all the trouble of trying to escape. No way that glass just cracked on a fluke and caused all this. "Put her down, private." Sarge said steady, knowing he was going to meet resistance.

Nomad: For the most part Gage remained pretty silent, face stoic and keeping his attention more on O than anyone around him, his arms holding her pressed against him without squeezing her too much. What he couldn't control though was the slight growl that rumbled in his throat when Crawfield referred to O as specimen 307 again. He wanted to tell him what to call her but he wasn't even sure if O was her actual name and he also thought it best not to seem too attached in front of the Sarge, and of course the other men who would no doubt already be taking the piss out of him for this little indecent. When Sarge added his own order to what the doctor had 'requested' Gage frowned. Things were probably going to be a bit different after this but when Sarge told you to do something it was not up for discussion or debate. Gage's hands gave a slight squeeze to O'd form as he looked down at her and gave the girl a wink. "I'll bring her to the tank, Sarge." Gage nodded towards his superior, not wishing to just leave her down on a table for someone else to move her. Mainly because he didn't want them to touch her and secondly because he knew she'd probably kill them, but more for the first reason. Moving out of the room after a nodded salute to Sarge, Gage made his way towards the more secured tanks that would be harder for O to shatter. "Least you'll have a bit more peace and quiet."
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