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Post by Raymond Stantz on Feb 4, 2012 22:05:56 GMT -5
Transformers were made to change. Why can't they accept it when they do?
Raymond winces over the cracked plaster. He says, "I have an aide? I have experiments running? I will... make arrangements, of course. To do otherwise would be negligent."
He is not drinking any more blood that she offers him, though, he vows to himself. If he has to systematically weird out every butcher in town, he will manage his... problem on his own. Once he figures out what a butcher actually is, of course.
"I will let them know."
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Post by Victoria Raines on Feb 4, 2012 22:39:13 GMT -5
Change is fine. This is not change. This is genocide.
"Thank you, Raymond. If you would do me the courtesy of informing me, should you decide your principles will not allow you to continue here, I would most appreciate it. Apparently, you will be difficult to replace."
Victoria pulls back the chair behind her desk, seats herself, and picks up a folder. She opens it and starts to peruse whatever data lies within.
"I am not a monster, no matter what he might say," she says softly, not looking up.
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Feb 4, 2012 22:58:33 GMT -5
Some say that death is painless and brings on many changes.
Raymond looks genuinely surprised, and he asks, "Really? That's odd. Yes, of course, half a quartex's notice... er... two weeks notice? Is that appropriate?"
"Which 'he' do you mean?" he inquires, putting the papers back in order. He genuinely has no idea which Autobot or Maximal she means.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Feb 5, 2012 11:45:05 GMT -5
"Ultra Magnus," she answers.
"Two weeks is indeed appropriate. It is rather amazing, how the well rewrites the world as it fits the changed into it. I have parental units, birth records, human lineage... it is disturbing."
"Though I would theorize that the more dangerous it deems the the individual, the more it tries to assimilate that individual."
Victoria looks up, "Ah, I did not explain that, did I? This planet has a heart of sorts, an access well of energy like our own. The humans found it first. When I investigated the energy readings, I became as you see me. I attempted to keep the same from happening to those who came after, but I failed."
"Though I had no idea the effect would spread beyond those in the immediate area."
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Feb 5, 2012 12:16:15 GMT -5
"But your parental units do not share that odd genetic sequence? Could they otherwise be plausibly related to you?" Raymond inquires. Is there a Mr. and Mrs. Purple Hair running around somewhere? Has Victoria set them up with a nice retirement villa in Florida? The whole concept is bizarre.
He smiles slightly and says, sardonically and self-deprecatingly, "I am mostly harmless. As I see you... and thirty years younger. I see. I wonder how far the effect spread. All the way to Gillanan III? I do not suppose you'd know."
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Post by Victoria Raines on Feb 5, 2012 13:06:02 GMT -5
"No they do not posses the mutation," Victoria says, "But they are certainly related to me."
Victoria's parents are living out their golden years in Provence, though her mother is quite sickly. Victoria visits them at least once a month, which even she will admit is a boggling thing to do. Why would she care to keep a connection with such humans, after all?
"All indications are that the affect did not move beyond those in immediate reach. Those left behind are unaffected, as I understand it."
No, Victoria did not call up The Other Starscream and reveal the fact that she was now a vulnerable fleshy thing. Voice synthesizers are helpful things.
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Feb 5, 2012 13:19:12 GMT -5
Someone who is not Raymond might think about taking said parents hostage.
He props up his chin with his hands and muses, "So. What was different about the scenario this time?"
That is always the first thing to ask when the same process yields different results.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Feb 5, 2012 14:01:41 GMT -5
Victoria seems to be seriously considering Raymond's question. "Larger numbers, certainly, and at least in regards to the Decepticons present, quite a lot of power players."
"Rodimus Prime was there, and he is a Matrix Bearer...," Victoria frowns, "Now that is something to consider."
If the Matrix is an artifact of Primus, a link to all Transformers, and Rodimus Prime is the Chosen of Primus.... Pz-Zazz had its own god, its own protector, and if the Well acts as Earth's or is a manifestation thereof....
Victoria rubs her temples with her fingertips. That train of thought is getting a bit far into mystical mumbo jumbo, even given her own beliefs.
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Feb 5, 2012 14:31:46 GMT -5
Raymond's look is grim, and he comments, "If you want to kill a people and are not picky about when... poison the well."
He was specifically in Bhopal, but there are arsenic problems in well water in India, too.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Feb 5, 2012 15:02:22 GMT -5
"Yes."
Victoria fixes Raymond with a serious look. "Consider that, then, when you consider if you wish to return here. Some were not changed, through chance or immunity I know not."
"If we can work together, we might well find a cure for this poison before it damages us beyond repair." Victoria is trying very hard not to consider that as long as she has already been a human, she might well be beyond and cure. Surely, even if she is restored this time spent as flesh will indeed have changed her.
Victoria tries and fails to stifle a small yawn. She is tired, likely a result of feeding Raymond, and the knowledge of that tiredness upsets her. It reminds her how frail she is.
She explains to Raymond where his lab is and how to get there. She assumes he will want to take a look at it before he leaves.
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Feb 5, 2012 15:57:27 GMT -5
"I know someone else who forced a radical and possibly irreversible change on an unsuspecting people," Raymond says very, very quietly.
Of course he will look in on his lab. He might even end up working the rest of the shift. Making sure everything is in order may well consume him enough that he will be back tomorrow
Raymond stands from his chair and says in parting, "Thank you for the meal. You are delicious."
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Post by Victoria Raines on Feb 5, 2012 16:27:36 GMT -5
For a moment, Victoria looks as if she might argue, and argue vehemently with Raymond over that quiet barb. The moment passes as she props her elbow on the table and drops her forehead into her hand, eyes closed. She now looks tired as well, but it is from far more than physical exhaustion.
Why can she not make them understand?
The creepy declaration of how delicious she is causes her to open one eye and look at the scorpion in human skin, "So glad you approve of me in some fashion even if it is only as the main course on a dinner date."
"Just... go, Pincher. Keep me appraised of your decision. Please."
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