| The Inquisition Begins: FUGITIVE Thread |
[29 May 2009|07:48pm] |
"I'm assuming the skeletal remains serve a purpose other than just decoration...?"
"Manipulating dimensions is a thing of great complexity. We have yet to recover an intact example of the Inquisition's own, far more refined devices. Without a full understanding of the power source, relying on orgone energy seemed the most likely alternative candidate: Our vampire friends have a greater comprehension for the essence of life than perhaps even they realise. It might not be perfect, but seems perfectly viable."
Orgone energy... Wilhelm Reich's proposal had caused a firestorm of technological breakthroughs back in the 1930s -- the latest in a long line of many -- and the majority of the most sensational coming from discoveries made to eradicate supernatural threats. Ironic, in a way, that the same underlying principles should now be put to such a ghastly visual effect. Still, it was not for the sake of horror, but liberation. Fresh corpses, whether butchered or not, retained a certain energy of life. Perhaps the ancients were onto more than they realised, by piling up the heads of their enemies onto totems and thrones?
"Just a prototype, of course," continued the disheveled scientist, "but there is every reason to believe it could replicate-"
But the words were cut off by the explosive sounds of gunfire. Gunfire and a shouted warning, guaranteed to put those present in an immediate state of anxiety.
"INQUISITION...!"
Abandoned factories were not the ideal place to set up shop, but access to electric power had been a priority. Vampires, sorcerers, human sympathisers and more had been thrust together into a disparate group for the sake of survival. Natural urges to kill, mutilate or devour had to be put aside; the good, bad and indifferent needed to co-operate, if they were to live. Now all hastily picked up scavenged weapons from the armoury, racing to checkpoints along corridors to try and head the authorities off. There would only be moments before they descended to the lower levels and-
Chained harpoons whipped through the air, impaling creatures too big, too formidable, to face in ordinary combat. Other means sufficed for lesser opponents. Inquisitors were notoriously ruthless when it came to taking down their prey - especially entire nests of them. Those who would not willingly submit for the purging of their demonic taint would either be forced or be destroyed. That was the way of it and, against such mercilessly trained efficiency, these fugitives from a society fixated on their eradication had to face the inevitable: A complete and utter lack of options.
The console was splattered with arterial blood. Even the engineer had taken up arms, but his end was now near. "It'll burn itself out, once you're through..." He told the nearest few survivors left. "Go!"
"Where?!"
But the question went unanswered. Only a facial expression being given in reply, as if to say, 'Does it matter...?'
The rest bolted into the metal chamber. It was a process not unlike a diving bell, all be told, but one around which electricity and steam now flowed, acting together to drive pistons and metal rings. The exterior lit with the residual energy of life still resident in the corpses placed upon it, as if linked in some bizarre tapestry of flesh and bone. Through panes of glass, Inquisitors could be seen fighting their way into the room; comrades did their best to fend them off, to the last.
A flash of light and they were gone...
Time did not change. The year of 2014 remained. Those who sealed themselves within the vault-like container were now cast across dimensional oblivion, whipping instantly out of one reality to find themselves hurled into another. Namely, a park in Chicago - fortunately, for the nocturnal members among them, at night. But this was not a place they would find themselves used to. In this reality, vacuum tubes and steam had long since been replaced by silicon and microchips. More than that; their kind was openly tolerated, to a greater or lesser degree. The British Empire had dwindled away with India's return to independence, more than half a century ago and here, America still reigned as a great hyperpower of its own free will.
Strangers in a strange land, indeed...
[Fugitive Thread:
Open to AU Versions of Jeb (sorcerer), Francess (out-of-body traveler), Faith (vamp), Jenny (telepath), Avery (vamp), Clemence (empath), Leah (half-succubus), Sonya (demon hybrid), Alec (healer), Kris (human sympathizer), Cassandra (witch), Ruben (vamp)]
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