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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jul 16, 2012 20:46:57 GMT -5
Month 11, Week 1, Day 3, Victoria's office, semi-private- - - Elly Winston wakes up in a strange place and doesn't know why. Again. The not knowing why is worse than the strange place. If she knew she was waking up in a strange place because she had scored with a foxy lady with big, round wheels last night, and the strange place was said foxy lady's room, that would be fine. However, when Elly Winston wakes up and doesn't know why she is in a strange place, it usually means something horrible has happened to her. Again. Yup, she's tied up, Elly discovers when she tries to go for her knife and gun. She's bound to a chair. Who is it going to be this time? Blackarachnia? Oil Slick? Tarantulas? Scourge? Elita-1 back from the dead to have her revenge? Elly feels like she's dying. She feels dehydrated and bloated all at the same time, blood thick and sluggish in her veins, filled with toxins her faltering liver and kidneys cannot handle. Elly does not struggle, but she does methodically flex her pathetic little muscles to test the bonds. It's not really the reaction one would expect of a Blackrock junior researcher and murder victim. There should be more panic and screaming. Making the monumental effort, she opens her eyes.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Jul 21, 2012 22:05:34 GMT -5
Across the room from Elly, a very recognizable woman sits at a desk, reviewing paperwork. Victoria looks up as the living dead girl stirs, brushing a lock of dark hair out of her face as she does so.
"Ms. Winston, you are certainly an interesting specimen of humanity. Of course, you would be an even more interesting specimen if you were actually human, but let us not split hairs."
"Now, we will have to get you your medications soon, and some time on dialysis, but before we do so, I would prefer to chat with you a moment."
The slightest of smiles spreads across Victoria's lips. "You do know who I am, yes?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jul 22, 2012 9:14:26 GMT -5
Elly's vision is blurry and wobbling. It takes a lot of blinking and wobbling to get it to clear. There is recognition when she sees Ms. Raines, yes. Elly always kept up with the intra-Autobot threat notices. She just wonders how the Decepticon fingered her as an Autobot. Probably Nightbeat's fault. Everything is the fault of disgusting robots with organic components.
She makes herself grin widely and wickedly, and she purrs, "Oh wow, so I scored with Victoria Raines at the Blackrock/K-Tech cross-company picnic? And you're into bondage, too? Dang, I just lucked out, didn't I?"
Elly tells herself that it is just her sickness that makes her want to throw up. It's not that she's just sick.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Jul 22, 2012 11:34:12 GMT -5
Victoria laces her fingers together under her chin and chuckles softly at Elly's declaration. "What is it about Autobots and their shows bravado? So many of you have higher than usual tendencies toward sarcasm under stress, it sometimes makes me wonder if it is a genetic quirk."
"Now, shall we dispense with the typical hero-and-villain first meeting dance and get right to trying to outwit the other?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jul 22, 2012 21:24:36 GMT -5
It helps that Elly is genuinely confused, so that she really does seem baffled as she says slowly, "Autobot?"
She pauses for a moment in confusion.
Then Elly ventures, "Oh, like sexy RP? Okay. Can I turn into a jet?" A jet is the last thing she would ever want to be, so she assumes that is what a dumb human would want. "Named... I dunno... Jetfire?"
Poor Jetfire. He doesn't deserve this, but it's really the first jet name Elly can think of, under any circumstances.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Aug 7, 2012 21:28:38 GMT -5
The CEO's smile thins slightly as Elly's fakes misunderstanding, the shift in expression barely noticeable.
"I don't fancy jets," Victoria says, "they trend toward treachery and arrogance. I prefer those who know their place, and do not harbor false pride because of their wings."
"Ms. Winston, if you cannot focus through your condition, I will pump you full of medication and stimulants to force you to focus, while at the same time keeping you in your precarious state of living rot."
"Your unique ability to remain alive despite the damage to your vital systems is, at the moment, of equal interest to me as is the genetic marker which identifies you as a changed Cybertronian. I would possibly be content with seeing how well you continue to function with your brain inside a jar on my desk."
Her smile widens just a touch. "So which is more preferable to you, Ms. Winston, conversation or vivisection? For I can certainly accommodate you either way."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Aug 8, 2012 6:56:01 GMT -5
"Oh, okay, so you want a truck," Elly says pleasantly when Victoria shoots down her suggestion of jet sexy time RP.
She twitches at the mention of drugging. There's fear. Elly doesn't want to be drugged again, not like when Oil Slick and Blackarachnia took turns with Sentinel Prime.
Then there's anger.
Then Elly forces herself calm and thinks about what Victoria is saying, Victoria is laying down some pretty severe threats, and she is trying hard to get Elly to admit that Elly is an Autobot by acting like she has undeniable proof. She is trying to force Elly into some kind of rash emotional reaction.
Elly keeps her eyes rough and stammers, "That's... that's a bit more extreme than I usually like. So about this whole me apparently being a space alien thing. Is this something we can discuss?" Elly tosses her hair nervously. "Maybe look at the charts? I've been looking at a lot of charts lately."
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Post by Victoria Raines on Aug 18, 2012 11:29:55 GMT -5
There is the very barest of eye twitches from Victoria at the mention of wanting trucks.
"Certainly, you may look at the medical charts," Victoria says. She picks up a stack of folders, and rises. Placing them on a small table next to Elly, Victoria moves behind the girl and unties Elly's hands.
Victoria sits in a nearby chair and waves a hand at the folders. "Go ahead."
In the folders are various comparisons of DNA and blood work for several individuals, including Elly, Addison, Persephone, Raymond, and Victoria. Elly may not be a scientist, but she an recognize patterns, especially when there common genetic marker is specifically pointed out.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Aug 18, 2012 21:31:49 GMT -5
Elly pounces on that twitch and enthuses, "Oh, you like trucks, too? Because I love trucks. They're so big and rigid, always dependable and there when you need them..."
Actually, Elly is pretty sure that she prefers sports cars, but Elita-1 preferred trucks, so Elly may as well go with that to try to confuse the enemy.
With her hands untied, Elly does the logical thing and attempts to throw the papers in Victoria's face and tries to untie the rest of her bonds. That's... kind of a no-brainer, isn't it? She screams at the top of her lungs, "Help, help, FIRE!"
No one is liable to give a slag that crazy woman has kidnapped her, but everyone cares about fire.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Aug 19, 2012 15:18:11 GMT -5
As Elly tosses the files, Victoria stands. The CEO actually sighs as she steps forward through the flying papers and tries to backhand Elly across the face. Victoria pulls the blow a bit, because of Elly's fragile state, Victoria would rather not cave the girl's head in.
Yet.
"You people always make this so much more difficult than needs be," she says evenly, "I try to give you a chance to be reasonable, yet you expect a monster, and so I must behave as such."
"I am so exhausted from living up to your expectations of me. But, please, scream all you like. There is no one to hear. No one that cares, at any rate."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Aug 19, 2012 17:05:55 GMT -5
Blood vessels break under Elly's skin, lighting her cheek up bright red. She's going to have an obvious bruise. Elly spits out, "Yeah. No. Kidnapping me, tying me to a chair, and threatening to put my head in a jar? That's the kind of thing monsters do, and no one made you do any of that. You don't want to be a monster? Let me go."
But oh, Elly seems to have gotten out of her bonds. Funny luck, that. She pushes the chair over, because she is to weak to throw it, and she staggers sickly towards the nearest thing that looks like a door.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Sept 15, 2012 22:47:59 GMT -5
Victoria feels a flash of intense frustration and anger at Elly's words, a flash so intense Victoria can't keep it out of her expression. Why is she even arguing with the girl? It doesn't matter what a sickly Autobot-turned-human thinks of her, of Shockwave. Shockwave who has ever been one of the most feared Decepticons on Cybertron.
Bringing a hand up to her forehead, Victoria shakes her head violently as if clearing it. The moment of confusion and mental debate gives Elly almost enough time to get to the door.
Almost.
"You know Ms. Winston, I believe you might have a point," Victoria says as she strides forward. She tries to grab Elly's arm and jerk the girl back toward the center of the room.
"I have been human entirely too long, it seems."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Sept 23, 2012 17:59:29 GMT -5
Elly is grabbed. Dead girls do not dodge all that well. Her fragile skin bruises under Victoria fingers.
In desperation, she runs off her big mouth, "Yeah, sure, go on, kill me. You know what that will prove?"
"It'll prove... that you are never going home. Home, where you subtly shaped and cultivated the world for millions of years to be just how you like it. That you're stuck here. You know why?"
"Because I'm Elita-1. And I'll be Blackarachnia someday. If I survive. If I survive... that means that I can go home, grow up to be that spider-witch we've got running around here, and get zonked back here. With a hefty dose of amnesia both ways. But if I die for good? That means that spacetime's a bunch of discrete branches, not a woven tapestry where you can jump back to a previous point. If I die for good, it means that Blackarachnia and I are from totally different timelines that don't affect each other in any way."
"And that none of us can ever go home, because the very act of entering or leaving a universe inevitably causes a branch point."
"That you can never go home."
The dark circles around Elly's eyes seem darker than usual, the shadows on her face more defined. This is a woman clearly high on schadenfreude.
Sure, she could be Blackarachnia someday.
Or maybe Tarantulas.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Nov 11, 2012 13:22:14 GMT -5
Victoria lets Elly talk, and at the end of it, the CEO reaches up and tries to run a finger along Elly's jaw before grasping the girl's chin in her hand.
"You are missing one very key point, Ms. Winston," Victoria says softly.
"One cannot kill what is already dead. You have already died here, and yet you still live. Even if you were to return to your time you would still be a cold, dead, sparkless thing, would you not? Elita-1's very spark was changed by her transformation. Therefore, without a spark, that transformation can never occur."
"Time is not linear. I already know we cannot return, exactly, to where we belong."
She drops her hand from Elly's face, if the earlier mentioned touch was allowed, drops her hand from Elly's arm, and steps back.
"You may go now, Ms. Winston. You've given me answer enough. Report this encounter to the human authorities as you like, but it would be a waste of your time."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 12, 2012 22:29:23 GMT -5
Elly's lips curl in revulsion at the unwanted touch, but he she hasn't the strength to resist. She says defiantly, "I'll get my spark back!"
Well, Elita-1 will. Her body is maybe-intact if the humanisation can be undone. Then they just need a McGuffin like the AllSpark or the Matrix, and Elita-1 can be brought back to life. Sentinel Prime, whose body was destroyed, well...
...that's just going to bite, but it is what it is.
Elly hobbles off and says shrewishly, "I think I'll call the fire department."
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