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  1. [2011-08-25 18::29:38] Doink: [DATE: APRIL 5th, 2016]
  2. [2011-08-25 18::29:52] Doink: [LOCATION: THE COMMAND BUNKER, NERV HQ, ARKHAM, MASS.]
  3. [2011-08-25 18::34:31] Doink: The massive steel blast doors grind ponderously open, accompanied by the sound of metal on metal as they fight against their locks and the rubble pulled down on top of them. You can hear the sound of footsteps in the newly cleared hallway outside, taking positions around the inside of the doorframe.
  4. [2011-08-25 18::36:17] Dmitriy_Platonov: is already kneeling behing the table,taking strategic cover. Even Great Old Ones yielded to bullets. A mere sorcerer may be vulnerable to lead as well.
  5. [2011-08-25 18::36:42] Doink: The rest of the bridge crew have hunkered down behind their terminals, nervously fingering sidearms most of them have never fired. Only the Commander stands defiant—or, possibly, terrified—atop his post, staring down at the slowly opening doors, holding his tablet out where he can see the screen almost like a totem.
  6. [2011-08-25 18::40:48] Doink: Finally, the doors grind to a stop, a narrow slit of darkness wide enough to admit two men abreast visible between them.
  7. [2011-08-25 18::41:15] Doink: There is movement in the darkness. Something approaches, slowly, deliberately.
  8. [2011-08-25 18::44:54] Doink: Then, there is a sound like *tink*. A small, round canister rolls from the gap into the open room.
  9. [2011-08-25 18::52:15] Dmitriy_Platonov: desperately wants to curse or to cream, but instead just closes his eyes and covers his ears and mouth with his uniform, pressing himself to the floor.
  10. [2011-08-25 18::53:28] Doink: The room erupts into light and sound.
  11. [2011-08-25 18::55:33] Doink: Immediately you can hear the footsteps of people filing quickly through the door with well-trained precision, taking up positions around the doorframe and the exterior wall. Judging from how loud they are, they have heavy gear.
  12. [2011-08-25 18::56:02] Dmitriy_Platonov: "So they want us alive. For now." - This is the only thought Dmitriy has, struggling with the soundwave and bright green spots in his eyes. Still, he can see and hear.
  13. [2011-08-25 18::58:23] Doink: Fifteen to twenty men file in, judging from the sound. Then a final set of footsteps, lighter and slower, but with an air of confidant authority, enter. They sound like the footsteps of someone who feels they own the place, or at least, will very soon.
  14. [2011-08-25 18::59:22] Dmitriy_Platonov: tries to take aim, not exposing himself. He knows who is this.
  15. [2011-08-25 19::00:12] Doink: "Let's not make this more difficult than it has to be," says August Stanford, as the bright lights and sound die away. "You've already done enough of that today."
  16. [2011-08-25 19::03:02] Doink: The men are arranged in formation around the doorframe, dressed in heavy dark blue armor lacking any kind of insignia and carrying large, bulky weapons eeirly similar to the more powerful arms you've seen Section 2 carry... Stanford stands between them, outlined against the dark passage behind him, his heavy cloak seeming both incredibly out of place and slightly disturbing as a result.
  17. [2011-08-25 19::04:39] Dmitriy_Platonov: doesn't move, doesn't breathe even. Where's Carter and his sorcery? What is this terrible itch to do something stupidly brave? Can he weasel his way out of it? Maybe if he drag enough time, pilots will come to rescue...
  18. [2011-08-25 19::06:53] Doink: The answer to that question comes a moment later, as Stanford's eyes snap up towards the Commander's seat. You can't see Carter, but...
  19. [2011-08-25 19::08:09] Doink: There is a crack like thunder. For an instant, you can see a faint afterimage, like after a bright light, connecting Stanford and the unseen Commander.
  20. [2011-08-25 19::08:32] Doink: Then, a cry of pain, and a thump. Commander Carter collapses against his chair, his tablet clattering to the floor.
  21. [2011-08-25 19::11:20] Doink: Stanford chuckles softly. "My apologies, Howard. What we once called 'sorcery' hardly compares to the strides we have recently made. I'm afraid I don't always know my own strength, anymore."
  22. [2011-08-25 19::13:03] Dmitriy_Platonov: "He is ranting." - Dmitriy thinks with his mind in a state of fever-like confusion. - "Damn, I wish I was a better shooter."
  23. [2011-08-25 19::14:37] Doink: Stanford: "Now then. Let's make this simple, shall we? Stand up, hands in the air. My... colleagues here will take your sidearms and escort you out."
  24. [2011-08-25 19::21:39] Dmitriy_Platonov: considers this for a second. Then he remembers what Stanford aims for. Visions strike him for a second, and he pulls a trigger. He hadn't shoot anyone in last three or even more years. Still, the boasting lunatic is a sitting duck from this position. The pistol fires and the lead bullet, made by humans, an utterly mundane thing flies towards the sorcerer.
  25. [2011-08-25 19::23:52] Doink: The gunshot echoes around the cavernous Command Bunker. Stanford grunts, stumbling and almost falling as the bullet impacts his forward leg with a wet crack.
  26. [2011-08-25 19::26:02] Doink: He lets out a shark cry of pain, his eyes closing in on the source of the gunshot. His eyes narrow, but he holds up a hand as the men behind him train their rifles on Dmitriy.
  27. [2011-08-25 19::26:40] Dmitriy_Platonov: actually wasn't expecting this.
  28. [2011-08-25 19::27:43] Doink: "I suppose... this is my answer... eh, Dmitriy?" he says through clenched teeth. There's something... wrong with his leg. Not the messy wet hole running through it, or the splinters of bone pushing through the skin... it's the fact that the flesh underneath is a sickly mottled grey, and the liquid that drips from it is a thick, splotchy black.
  29. [2011-08-25 19::29:59] Dmitriy_Platonov: "This was my personal answer as I find your plans utterly insane. Still, my personal answer only. None of those people around are responsible for this."
  30. [2011-08-25 19::30:52] Dmitriy_Platonov: is surprised, of course. And terrified. But mostly, he feels dead already, and this is a somehow reassuring thought. Bullets, not world-ending madness. Good enough.
  31. [2011-08-25 19::34:48] Doink: Stanford pushes himself back upright, gritting his teeth against the pain, but seemingly determined to stand unaided even with a splintered leg. "I will /certainly/ take that into account, /Director/," he says, his voice managing to sound disdainful even through his obvious pain. "But I'm afraid my patience has just completely run out. On your feet, weapons on the floor, hands in the air, you know. Now, please."
  32. [2011-08-25 19::39:07] Dmitriy_Platonov: complies after a slight hesitation. Did he try anything he could? Still, the cold boldness of a dead man wears off, and a human desire to live comes back.
  33. [2011-08-25 19::40:51] Dmitriy_Platonov: "I must admit, you are very patient, mister Stanford."
  34. [2011-08-25 19::41:21] Doink: One by one, the rest of the bridge crew gets slowly and shakily to their feet, hands over their head—Lt Jackson, Miles, Franklin, Dr. Al-Misiri, and the support teams below.
  35. [2011-08-25 19::42:27] Dmitriy_Platonov: has a vary brief but faint thought about his father, glaring at him with scorn and disappoint.
  36. [2011-08-25 19::42:43] Doink: Stanford managed a pained smile. "Oh, you have no /idea/ how patient I am, Dmitriy."
  37. [2011-08-25 19::45:18] Doink: He scans the room, his eyes finally settling on the Doctor. "Alfred! I'm surprised. No little tricks from you? Your good friend Howard almost lost himself a minute ago, I thought that you weren't even here."
  38. [2011-08-25 19::49:59] Doink: Dr. Al-Misiri doesn't reply. Stanford continues—"Oh come now, don't look at me like that! Who was it, hmm?"
  39. [2011-08-25 19::51:02] Doink: Dr. Al-Misiri remains impassive. "Who was it that what?" he replies coldly.
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  43. [2011-08-25 19::57:56] Doink: Stanford gestures dismissively. "Come /on/, Alfred. You did a decent job of hiding it, I'll give you that, but you should know that you can't hide things from /us/."
  44. [2011-08-25 19::59:22] Dmitriy_Platonov: maintains a poker face, though he is desperately waits for every new line of this dialogue. Were his suspicions right? How much does Stanford know?
  45. [2011-08-25 19::59:55] Doink: Stanford: "There were /two/ survivors of the Starkweather-Moore expedition. /Two/. Out of almost a hundred men, /two/ survived a single, momentary glimpse of the Great Dreamer himself. An event that wiped out countries hundreds of miles away, and yet /two men actually survived./ And /both/ of them are in this room as we speak."
  46. [2011-08-25 20::01:10] Doink: Stanford: "So who was it? Hastur? That would make sense, considering the mess we got thrown into today." He's starting to lose his cool. "The Black Goat? Maybe even the lord of Rlyeh himself?"
  47. [2011-08-25 20::01:42] Dmitriy_Platonov: just grins.
  48. [2011-08-25 20::02:22] Doink: Al-Misiri frowns. "You're crazy."
  49. [2011-08-25 20::02:42] Dmitriy_Platonov: grins harder.
  50. [2011-08-25 20::04:15] Dmitriy_Platonov: suddenly stops grinning.
  51. [2011-08-25 20::05:01] Dmitriy_Platonov: "But... There were two of them... Why are you not asking Carter?"
  52. [2011-08-25 20::06:22] Doink: "Because it wasn't him." Stanford sounds a little surprised at this. "I was in his mind just a moment ago. He knows no better than I do. Which leaves us with only one other... candidate."
  53. [2011-08-25 20::08:25] Doink: Stanford presses on, turning back to Al-Misiri. "You expect me—anyone—to believe that you two not only survived, but went on to run an organization like NERV, merely because of your own /merits?/ We brought you into our inner circle hoping we could discover who it was you sold yourselves to, 'Doctor,' but it seems that that was an error in our council's judgement. Or do you really expect us to believe that you came up with the Evangelion all on your own? Even with the technology we scavenged from the ruins here those capabilities should have been /years/ out of our reach... and then you just waltz in and make everything work." He grins a horrible little grin.
  54. [2011-08-25 20::08:46] Dmitriy_Platonov: "Well then it's obvious. How can a man of such vast occult knowledge as you not see what a mere amateur like me figured some time ago and was just afraid to admit.
  55. [2011-08-25 20::09:07] Dmitriy_Platonov: shrugs in a most polite way.
  56. [2011-08-25 20::12:12] Doink: Stanford steps—or rather, pushes himself—forward, that horrible grin still covering his face. "Oh, I know /just/ the way to prove my... theory."
  57. [2011-08-25 20::15:55] Doink: He points a finger towards Dmitriy, eyes still locked on Al-Misiri. "I'm going to kill him, Alfred. You've seen how I do it I'm sure, it's /far/ from pleasant. I am going to /flense/ the flesh from from his bones. Do you want me to do that, Alfred? If you don't I suggest you think very, very hard about your current behavior and tell me what I want to hear." He grins at Dmitriy, now, but his words are still for the Doctor. "Or you could stop me, I suppose. Either one would demonstrate my point /quite/ well."
  58. [2011-08-25 20::17:02] Dmitriy_Platonov: "Ahem. Your plan has only one fault. Why would our good doctor care about me?"
  59. [2011-08-25 20::18:45] Dmitriy_Platonov: suddenly realizes that he has an option of telling Stanford. Or not telling and dying horribly... leaving Stanford frustrated forever. It's a hard choice."
  60. [2011-08-25 20::23:13] Doink: At this, some last little bit of restraint inside Stanford finally snaps. "Enough!" he roars, whirling to face Dmitriy, arm outstretched. He speaks a series of guttural syllables.
  61. [2011-08-25 20::23:54] Doink: There is a wet crunch, like the sound of an insect being crushed only on a larger scale.
  62. [2011-08-25 20::25:44] Doink: Dmitriy stands for a moment, almost as if nothing happened. Then, bits and pieces of him begin to slough off, slopping to the ground in a cascade of meat and bone and skin.
  63. [2011-08-25 20::27:12] Doink: There is a collective gasp from the bridge crew. The men around the door raise their guns. Stanford pants, his eyes wide, completely ignoring all this. He looks over at Al-Misiri again. "Well? Have you /nothing/ to say?"
  64. [2011-08-25 20::27:26] » Haruko_Satonata is now known as Ivana_Stalnoy.
  65. [2011-08-25 20::27:56] Doink: Dr. Al-Misiri looks blankly at Stanford for a moment.
  66. [2011-08-25 20::28:16] Doink: Then, bizarrely, he sighs deeply, putting his hand to his forehead.
  67. [2011-08-25 20::29:11] Doink: "You know," he says, his voice completely casual, "for a while there, I really thought I wouldn't have to do this again."
  68. [2011-08-25 20::30:18] Doink: Stanford stares at him, suddenly taken aback. "What are you-"
  69. [2011-08-25 20::30:39] Doink: Dr. Al-Misiri: "That's enough out of you."
  70. [2011-08-25 20::31:43] Doink: And then, without warning, the world... breaks. Reality seems to /stutter/, like a film reel that's missing important frames, so that for a moment it is almost as if you see the world only in still images in strange succession.
  71. [2011-08-25 20::32:19] Doink: In the first, everything is just as it was before.
  72. [2011-08-25 20::32:36] Doink: Then, August Stanford is no longer there. In his place is a horrible writhing darkness which seems to have sprung from a rent in the very fabric of the world, teeming swarming writhing masses of fractal nothingness devouring the space where he stood only a moment before. A single moment of gut-wrenching scream emerges from it, the sound abruptly stopping and starting along with this horrific sight.
  73. [2011-08-25 20::34:14] Doink: Then, it is gone, along with August Stanford. In his place, stands Dmitriy Platonov. He is naked, and there are no wounds on his body. The bloody mess nearby has vanished.
  74. [2011-08-25 20::37:16] Dmitriy_Platonov: "I... I was... I am..." - Dmitriy looks around, then looks down. - "Naked."
  75. [2011-08-25 20::39:10] Doink: "Yes, you should probably do something about that," Al-Misiri says vaguely, turning towards the men with guns against the wall. Or rather, the men who had guns, and now seem to be unarmed. The ones who haven't passed out seem to have already fled. He nods, seeming satisifed.
  76. [2011-08-25 20::39:52] Dmitriy_Platonov: then bows to Dr. Al-Misiri. "My most sincere gratitude is to you. I am still not sure how should I call you."
  77. [2011-08-25 20::41:50] Mia_al-Misiri: SHOUTS over the intercom.
  78. [2011-08-25 20::41:56] Mia_al-Misiri: "SOMETHING JUST HAPPENED."
  79. [2011-08-25 20::42:35] Dmitriy_Platonov: "You have no- actually, you probably have an idea. Also, someone, give me something to wear."
  80. [2011-08-25 20::43:15] Doink: [SESSION END]
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