Name: Name unknown, the subject has responded to names such as- Vertas, Meyrill, and Time. The subject seems to use Time the most.
Age: Age unknown, resembles a teen.
Gender: Subjects gender seems to vary with each name it responds to. Vertas seems to be male, Meyrill seems to be either female or gender neutral, and Time as a whole seems to use gender-neutral pronouns.
Sexuality: Panromantic, however, it is rare that Time gets close enough to anyone to actually develop feelings.
Looks: The subjects main appearance is a small figure with silver hair and gold eyes with clocks as pupils. When speaking as the others, the subject has ghostly figures behind them. It seems that all "spirits" have not been shown and subject, on the few times they speak, have said that the others were shy and that they would show themselves in no time.
Personality: Subject seems to be more on the observative and neutral side of personalities.
Powers/Abilities/Scientific Enhancements?: Subject Time is pretty much a drug in themselves, they have a strong aroma that smells like cologne. When they put their magic into action, they can trick the mind into doing anything. However, it seems that the subject is able to use multiple types of magic but, this magic is not Time's own. It is Vertas's and Meyrill's. Meyrill's magic seems to be a strength-based power as when Time uses this magic, they seem to have enhanced strength and speed. When Time uses Vertas' magic they can form force fields and manipulate the energy around them.
Open to shipping?: Nah
Mad scientist or test subject?: Subject
If test subject, what are they being used to test for?: How many consciousness can be put into a human body
If mad scientist, what area of science is their main focus?: N/A
Background, if you want to write that: NYA NO
Other: hehe litol baby
Aww, I can see them and Nobody getting along well!
I’ll post a starter in a minute!
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I'll do my flirty bastard when I get to classes uwu
Okay! In the meantime, I will, as previously stated, get a starter up and then hopefully everything will go well from that point.
Ooh wait what if your flirty bastard was Cassandra’s personal project? That would be funny. Oof I need to get a starter up lol.
Cassandra had decided to finally get around to inspecting the Subjects, making sure that they’d be well-taken-care-of at the very least, at least by her standards of taken care of, but ultimately it would be a headache. Experiments and scientists alike were always trying to get on her good side, which was one headache, and the other was keeping track of them all and making sure nothing was out of order. She was a detail-oriented person, when there was an unauthorized change, she’d notice. The subject unit was separated into two parts, the subjects who could be trusted to socialize or didn’t require any other conditions to live. Subjects such as TZEnvironmental-85, aka Nobody, compared to other subjects who were unusually violent or needed special conditions, like Subject TZAsylum-93. The TZE’s and TZA’s were always at each other’s throats, the TZA’s thinking they were better than the TZE’s and vice versa. Really, it was a pain in her ass, she was just trying to do her job. So when she entered the wards, she went down expecting some pain and suffering for roughly an hour to three hours.
(:0 Reed I remember Time from another group rp that you tried to join of mine)
(bro which one lol, tag me in it please!)
(Oh right, the murder le author)
(and fuck the government lol)
Cassandra had decided to finally get around to inspecting the Subjects, making sure that they’d be well-taken-care-of at the very least, at least by her standards of taken care of, but ultimately it would be a headache. Experiments and scientists alike were always trying to get on her good side, which was one headache, and the other was keeping track of them all and making sure nothing was out of order. She was a detail-oriented person, when there was an unauthorized change, she’d notice. The subject unit was separated into two parts, the subjects who could be trusted to socialize or didn’t require any other conditions to live. Subjects such as TZEnvironmental-85, aka Nobody, compared to other subjects who were unusually violent or needed special conditions, like Subject TZAsylum-93. The TZE’s and TZA’s were always at each other’s throats, the TZA’s thinking they were better than the TZE’s and vice versa. Really, it was a pain in her ass, she was just trying to do her job. So when she entered the wards, she went down expecting some pain and suffering for roughly an hour to three hours.
Anywhos, here’s the starter again.
Ares aimlessly ambled around the one subject wards. A black binder was tucked under his arm carrying papers on vitals and previous sessions. Once in a while, he would get out of someone's way then lean against a column reading the binder's contents. He could spend all the time he had before meeting with a subject writing up simple vague reports, but what's the fun in that? It is not like the head of this place will be needing them right away anyways. Sitting in that bleak dim office was terrible. Not to mention, the room only has one small window. Besides, walking around this place glancing around at everything is just as interesting as the day before. Best part of working at this lab is how there never once does a day go by without something interesting happening. The place is never boring at all despite his office feeling like an island away from everything else. Nothing has occurred yet but the day is still young; Ares would be intrigued to know what's next.
"Good morning, Mr. Zhang. How's the work?" Cassandra asked when she spotted him. Despite being shorter, she had such a domineering presence that she seemed like a giant in the scope of things. She'd done a good job building up a reputation for that, making her presence the biggest and most influential in the room no matter what. "I take it you must have an appointment, yes?"
"Mr. Zhang, Mr Zha- oh, hello, Miss Norman. Mr. Zhang, I'm so glad I caught you. Subject TZE-85, they keep asking about you. I was wondering if you could see them today?" Katharine asked, running up to the two. "And Miss Norman, uh, ahem, so far you've ignored my 107th formal request to have TZE-85 transferred out of my care, I was wondering-"
"There is a reason for that, Miss Green. I expect you to properly take care of your messes, not throw them in the wrong bin. Besides, the Subject is already mainly used for cloning and disease studies, yes? I would think having them be in a split care situation would be satisfactory enough for you."
"Yes, Miss Norman."
"Good. I really must be going once I finish this unimportant conversation with Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang, have a good day, I have work to do as do you. I will be seeing you for your performance review tomorrow evening, I take it?"
Zoriya looked up when Cassandra walked in. "Miss Head Scientist," she said, as if she were the doctor. The alien wound some hair around her pointer finger, giving Cassandra a look that was somewhere between curious and sneering. "It's been a while. Do tell, what brings you to our… what's the expression? 'Neck of the woods'?"
Di cursed under her breath as she pulled into the lab, making sure her cherry-red moped didn't stop too suddenly. She was late, but what did anyone fucking expect? Four scientists–four!–had given her coffee orders this morning. Did they not understand how far out the nearest town was? Di took her helmet off and moved her glasses to her forehead and entered the building, ID sticking out of her mouth for the scanner to read, drink holder in her right hand, and helmet tucked under her left arm. After making most of her stops, she made it to the subject unit. "Last one, I think it was…Dr. Green?"
"And Zoriya. Don't make me have to transfer to the high-security TZA ward for bad behavior, you know I would." Well, maybe Cass would, maybe she wouldn't, but ultimately the threat was there and that was what counted. "How has your day been? I hope you haven't gotten too many blood samples taken, after the last time one of the Subjects fainted I've been very peculiar about how and how many samples are taken."
"Ah, Di! Thank you so much, you're a goddess." Kath said, taking her coffee. She then turned away from Di, to Ares, and said, "Now, Mr. Zhang, er, Dr. Zhang, could you possibly see my recent Subject? They keep on acting out, refusing to talk or eat. They say you "treat them good", whatever that means."
Hearing his name, he came to a halting stop. Wasn't hard for him to figure out who's voice it was, Miss Cassandra Norman. Out of all his previous bosses, Miss Norman had to be the most interesting one so far. While Ares does have respect for her, he is still very curious; it's hard for him to piece together what is going on inside her mind. Taking a deep breath, Ares covered his expressionless face with a soft beam before turning around. "Morning to you too Miss Norman.", he grinned, "I'm afraid I do not have one right now, I was just buying some time outside my office."
Apparently everyone else is gathering in the first ward. The unexpected congregation made him sigh quietly to himself. Ares pursed his bottom lip back holding in a chuckle. "I'm so sorry I made you chase after me, Miss Green.", he apologized. Subject TZE-85, he has never met with them at all. Well, he has seen them from afar or would hear about them from Katherine or Miss Norman. The subject also goes by Nobody, from what he's heard since they were created just recently. side from that, it is a complete mystery as to how the subject knows about him or his practice. A shame, Katherine should've given it more humility by giving the subject a name despite everyone still calling them by their label.
"I'll see what I can do. Have Subject TZE-85 sent to my office at your convivence, just let me know ten minutes in advance. Also if you've having trouble with them, I don't know if a joint-care with me would be possible. It is out of my line, but I wouldn't mind; of course that is up to Miss Norman after all.", Ares winked then faced Miss Norman, "And yes you will, I already have all of it prepared."
"Well, apparently you smiled at them in the hall or something and now they're all over you an- sorry, I'm interrupting, I'll be on my way." Katharine made her way out of the ward, down to her office. She was just making a fool of herself here.
"Hmm. TZE-85 is an interesting case, if you want to study them you have my full permission to do so. And I'm glad you have everything ready. I really do need to be going." Cass said.
Meanwhile, Nobody was in their ward, the only sort of door a thin curtain you could just see through if the light hit it correctly. "Hello, Dr. Scribbles," they said to their friend, the one the doctors here said was made up and that they'd "grow out of", whatever that meant. "Do you want some tea? I'm not thirsty. No? Okay!" they conversed, while their friend simply sat on the bed and shook his head or nodded as they spoke.
(I feel like I'm not keeping up the energy for this, do you guys want to add any ideas for plot?)
Zoriya let her earlier remark go and shrugged. "Aside from being bored out of my mind, my day's been quite alright. Thank you for asking." Though she hid it well, Zoriya was always a bit surprised when someone asked her a question like that. Aside from the psychologist, Zhang, none of them really had much reason to ask such things. "I did notice that there were fewer of those." Zori certainly wasn't about to thank Cassandra for stopping the reckless tests–really, they shouldn't have been happening in the first place–but she was grateful that she would be seeing less needles in her future.
"It's no problem," Di replied to Katherine, then decided that it was probably best to leave the researchers to their work. "Page me if you need me," she said, then left the ward, keeping her head down. Being in there made her stomach turn, both from pity and guilt. She'd taken an oath at graduation to do no harm, and technically she hadn't strayed from that yet, but she still felt it gnawing at her. Wasn't standing by just as bad as actively participating? Di honestly felt like she didn't really have a choice, though, between the nature of the place and the vibe that Dr. Norman gave off. Besides, she could do her best to make sure that things weren't too awful for the subjects. Even if she didn't have any real power, Di could still report things to Dr. Norman. Whether they were actually taken into consideration was completely up to the head scientist, but Di could–and did–still make the effort.
"I'm boreeeed. When do we get to go to the exercise dome?" Nobody groaned. They really were bored, and talking to Dr. Scribbles wasn't helping one bit. "Is anyone there? Hello?" suddenly, they started wondering if everyone had left them on accident and would never come back, or had been eaten by the shadow monsters, or some other terrible fate and then Nobody was alone, which was probably bad because all the doors wouldn't open unless the doctors put a square in a thin slot to make the door go green and open up. Otherwise, the doors were just red. Then Nobody remembered their lesson on colors, and started naming each color they could see. White walls, white ceiling, blue sheets, red cup, purple blinking monitor… the list went on and on, and Nobody forgot all about their current dilemma.
"Fascinating, I'm looking forward to meeting them.", Ares chuckled, "We can talk some other time when you're not busy Miss Green. Till then."
All it had to take was a simple smile. How feasible. Every other patient he's ever come across typically takes a disliking to him. Most of them were very hostile towards themselves and him, so it wasn't much of a surprise given their circumstances. TZE-85 is going to be a very special case to work with for sure. Ares glanced up at the ceiling mentally sorting out all the things he will have to do in order to prepare. Every subject and person is different when it comes to preparation. Sometimes he'll have to be more strict and firm even as he smiles. Other times Ares is more experimental yet cautious. "Thank you very much Miss Norman. Enjoy the rest of your day.", he said with a short head bow. Having to study TZE-85 is going to be a ball.
He glimpsed over at Zoriya and Di, giving them a simple grin, "You two have a good day as well." Adjusting the binder under his arm, he headed west. His office was very far from the wards making everything inconvenient to begin with. Personally, Ares himself can speed walk over there in five minutes. It takes longer for other scientists or subjects that have to be escorted. Walking each patient over on his own would be tiring. All the time he would waste could go to other work or a smoke break.
Taking out his keycard, he slid it in the slot next to the door. The light lit up green. His eyes watched intently as the door handle turned down on its own. Ares touched the bleak silver handle, gently holding it down as the door opened. Inside the place was reticent; a pen could fall from his desk and someone can hear it from the other side of the lab. He kept the lights lightly dimmed then mad his way over to his desk. "Another day…", Ares mumbled to himself.
A few hours passed before Kath got back with Ares on the matter of Nobody. She walked to the man’s office after her lunch break and stood there waiting, tapping her foot impatiently. She wanted to get in contact with the man as soon as possible to find out why Nobody was acting so strangely, especially because it made getting a straight answer out of them for experiments impossible. “Dr. Zhang? Are you available?”
Reclining back in his chair, he finished up some notes from the last patient seen. Beforehand Ares was reading over files he requested five months ago on a failed project. The subject was there four years ago, it is the only one that managed to escape the lab. Sadly it was found but never seen again. The previous main psychiatrist let the documents be part of the archive; if only the majority of them weren't redacted.
Ares cannot even remember why he had put in an order for them. Possibly to examine how a subject would ever think to escaping this place then doing so. Or maybe he just wanted to know how to recreate that mentality in others without notice. If any other subject gets out of hand, it isn't his responsibility to take care of it. Nothing from the papers are giving him a single idea for anything. Shame. All the trouble he had to go through for these useless things. Later he'll need somebody come over to take them back.
Sliding the papers in a desk drawer, he sat up taking a glance over at his telephone. Above the numbers there was a little rectangle that would light up when there's a call or voicemail. By now Ares expects someone to call him, or now, come over to his office. He got up adjusting his lab coat and fixed his hair then went to open the door. "Good to see you again Miss Green.", he greeted, "What can I help you with?"
