forum Subject 055 // One on One // Closed

Started May 16, 2020 by @Mojack group

tune

As 055’s handler, Clarissa had access to most all of those files… If there were any files that she couldn’t read, she didn't know about them and would be surprised to learn about them.
Before she left the building, she put in a request to grant 055 more chances for activity. Supervised walks around the facility, occasional visits to the gym… maybe even eventually actually getting outside the facility at some point once she gained enough trust to not run off or something like that.

Eventually, Bosa departed from his place on the furniture and left for the ceiling instead. It would take a second glance to see his form, pressed against the corners of the ceiling. It didn’t seem like a comfortable spot, yet there he was.

Eventually, the lights within his cell gradually dimmed, but not yet at their darkest point. Bosa stayed motionless, only stiffening - if that were possible - upon the entry of someone into the room. This was a human, but a different one from before. One he’d never seen before. She looked to wear clothing of staff - a janitor, he decided upon seeing her supplies, a broom, bucket, and mop. From time to time, people came into Bosa’s cell, often to clean. They trusted him enough to not do anything rash. But this was off.
Usually, they were in groups, and wearing more protective clothing. And there was something different about this woman, the way her eyes searched the room for a moment as if looking for something. Bosa didn’t move from his spot, and the dimmed lights helped to shield his form.

He did nothing as the ‘janitor’ began to whistle, sweeping around the room.

She knew it would take some time for her request to be processed and either approved or denied, but she was… fairly optimistic considering how she phrased it. If questioned about it, she had a couple of good points to bring up.
About halfway to the door, Clarissa groaned as she realized she left her keys in her locker. She turned back and ran to the locker room, which was not too far away from 055’s room.

The woman stopped by his corner, and much to his surprise, spotted him.
“Oh. There you are.” The woman says, smiling lightly.

Though he was capable of speech, Bosa held silent. Even for him, something seemed incredibly off.
“Name’s Koycheva. What’s yours?”
“…Koycheva…” Bosa speaks, but in this form, his voice differs. Almost this neutral, yet metallic voice that echoes throughout the room. But not loud, either. Quiet. “You aren’t supposed to be here.” He states, despite having no clue of who this woman was.
“And you’re not supposed to be here, either.” Again, she smiles, but it’s under a different tone. Hinting at something. She reaches an arm out to the ceiling. “Come on.” Her hands do not reach him from her point.

Bosa stays still, not even moving an inch. Usually, even while ‘idle’, the sand was moving. Even by the slightest bit. But he was completely still.

A frown flashes on her face for a moment or two before she pockets her hand, then returns with a small slab of..something. It’s a metal material, smooth texture and edges. Relatively featureless. “Come on, doesn’t this tempt you?” And it does. Bosa can’t ignore the electricity that it seems only he can see radiating from it. The sand stretches forwards, forming itself into a..hand. Albeit a sharper one made of the sand.
Koycheva can’t keep the brief flash of disbelief off of her face. She’s been sent to retrieve this..thing?

His movements are slow, at first. He pauses.
“Come on, you want it? Don’t you?” Bosa seems to have stopped mid-reach. “This part is a lot harder than I thought…”
As she looks back up, she’s not prepared for Bosa to suddenly lunge forwards. Immediately upon contact the hand vanishes, turning to several tendrils wrapping itself around her arm. As he pulls himself from the wall, Koycheva freaks out, stumbling backwards. “W-Wait? What?!”

“Outside tempts me far more.”
“What do you-“ And then, Koycheva goes limp, falling to the ground. She’s not dead, though. She’s still breathing, still with a pulse. Her body remains..her mind is elsewhere. A different mind replaces hers. Bosa does.
Fingers twitching, eyes snapping open, Bosa takes control of his new form. He’s only once used this odd ability before, and that was total failure - not that he remembers how the host rejected him, though.
And he’s not really doing this out of malicious intent, either. Just curious. Besides, this woman shouldn’t be here to begin with. She got a bit more than what she came for.
‘She’ sits up, expression blank, blinking a few times as he observes the situation. They - humans - use a card to travel in and out of the room.

And it’s a good thing the woman had one with her. Bosa gets up, not expecting himself to trip forwards. He hobbles awkwardly in the body, his depth perception odd, his legs almost threatening to give out. But he - after some fumbling, grabs the card from the pockets, and stumbles over to the door. Sliding the card - it takes a few tries, a few beeps - he unlocks the door, and slips out of the room, making his way into the hallway.

This is not my body. And the lights. They’re so…bright. Why do humans need lights to be so bright?
Luckily, there’s not many people out in this sector, so they don’t really have to see the hobbling ‘woman’ make her way through the hallway. Unsure of his destination, Bosa goes in a random direction. His eyes and senses have yet to fully adjust.

Clarissa slammed her locker, more out of frustration of having to come back, and rubbed her forehead as she walked back into the hallway. Of all things, she had to have left her keys behind… She tried to write it off as tiredness or the excitement of becoming a handler but it wasn't helping her feel much better.
She looked up to avoid an awkward encounter and noticed someone else staggering, almost drunkenly in her opinion, not too far away from her. She raised a brow and found herself following after the person. Normally, she wasn't one to bother other people but something about this didn't feel right to her.

Get a look around this place. Find my way around.

Bosa wasn’t in the mood to leave. He didn’t want to find an exit, just get to know the place. A breath of fresh air, out of his cell. New, exciting environments..

It was when he was walking for a fair amount of time did Bosa pause, realizing he was being trailed. He halted almost immediately - awkwardly, due to his stance. His arms hung almost limply at his sides. Almost hunched over.
Combined with a vacant expression on his face and you might even label him possessed. But moments later, his mouth twitched, testing out different expressions. Deciding it would be best to approach the encounter instead of run from it, Bosa straightened his posture, and spun around, with a smile akin to the one Koycheva presented to him minutes ago.

“Hi!” His voice mimicked the one of the host - a woman - and he almost stiffened. It was weird, hearing that voice come out of him.

The dark-haired scientist froze for a moment when the woman addressed her. Stealth may not have been Clarissa’s strong suit but she hadn't expected to be caught. ”Hi?” she replied hesitantly as she reevaluated the other woman. It looked more like the stranger was on something instead of just being drunk. Plus that smile was just plain creepy. ”I’m sorry, but I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you alright?” she asked as she approached her with the same cautiousness that one would approach a wild animal. Obviously, there was really no way for Clarissa to know everyone who worked here but… she didn't think that the higher-ups would hire someone who acted like this.

This person…the voice was familiar to him. Was it Clarissa? It was different, hearing her voice not affected by the speaker of the room.
“N..yes, I’m fine! Perfectly fine!” In a tone almost too happy, he answered. That, or nervous. “And it makes sense that you would not have met me before…I am…a janitor!” Even though he’d not taken the cleaning supplies with him. And even then, this host was probably not a janitor to begin with. It was something else…

His eyes scan the hallway, just studying.

She gave a small hum as she stopped a little more than an arm's length away from the strange woman. If she really was a janitor, then it really would make sense for Clarissa not to know her. She usually left before the cleaning crew started their night shift… but still…. her too quick answer didn't sit right with the scientist.
”Oh geez, is it that late already?” she asked with a light chuckle, trying to make the interaction a bit more natural as she casually slid her hand into her coat pocket and gripped the small canister. Pepper spray may not have much of an effect on the subjects here, but Clarissa hated being defenseless. ”I must have lost track of time in the file room.”

“Oh..you must have! Those files…must get lost in them, huh?” Even if Clarissa was attempting to make the interaction natural, Bosa was definitely struggling with the concept of a natural conversation. Having been in a host for this extent was different, a weird experience.
Upon noticing her chuckle, Bosa also ended off his statement with a laugh. A bit too long for his tastes. And dry. And quite frankly - it was obvious it was a fake laugh.

This is a bad encounter! I need to leave!

The smile hadn’t dropped from the host’s face but his eyes searched around the hallway almost frantically.

Clarissa sighed and shook her head at the other's reaction. As if this woman wasn't setting off enough warning bells…
”Alright. Enough games.” she glared, all friendly pretenses vanishing. ”Who the Hell are you and what are you doing here? This facility is private property, so you better have a damn good reason for me not to call security.”

“Oh. Um.” His eyes focused on her again. It was a few seconds before his smile finally dropped. “Well…I…”

Only one option here seemed good. And that was to flee. There’s no shame in fleeing, isn’t there?
“..Gotta go!” Bosa turned tail and started running. Albeit awkwardly, but significantly better than last time. His only focus was getting out of sight, and if he could do that, that would be perfect. If not, well…he’d find out.

Just under the card lock next to every subject's door was a small keypad. As soon as the intruder started running, Clarissa quickly turned to the nearest one and hit the red button to call security. Normally, that button was reserved for if something escaped its cell but it would suffice to get help. The building would go under lockdown and only the head of security would be able to override it to let everyone out. When the alarms started going off, she quickly chased after the woman, thankful for her sloppy movements. It might help her catch up. … I really hope she doesn't have a gun…

Having a host body was definitely a con at times. He made a note it was only useful for stealth…even then, only useful if he could actually blend in.
Lockdown was on, and Bosa almost tripped, if only to catch himself briefly. No doors - where were the doors in this hallway?
But even if he’d caught himself, he couldn’t stop from tripping over moments later, just barely stopping himself on the ground with his forearms. Pain was a different experience in a host. He didn’t really bother getting up after that moment, sliding near the wall instead. It probably would not be long before security arrived.

(Sorry. Was stuck at work all afternoon)

Clarissa was a tiny bit disappointed when the intruder gave up the chase, but she appreciated that the woman knew when she was beaten. She smirked a little and leaned against the wall nearby. ”I haven't had too many encounters like this but you are probably one of the worst spies I’ve ever heard of.” she admitted. Security would have plenty of questions when they arrested the woman… But Clarissa had a few as well. ”I mean, really… I’ve had a few awkward conversations but you act like you've never talked to anyone before. Are you on something?”

Bosa’s face was turned away, looking towards the floor. Thoughts came through his mind on what to do - if he was seen, even just a bit, he’d be in big trouble. But he chose to come up to this specific wall for a reason. A floor vent. His body was pressed against it, but if anyone were to move the body away, they’d see the vent. It all came down to if they could actually figure things out.
“I’m not a spy..” He said, after a moment, in between a few breaths. “But she is. Koycheva is.” Almost effortlessly, Bosa exited from the host’s torso and into the vent, hoping that he was obscured from view. Moments later, the woman slumped to the floor, as if suddenly passing out.

Bosa slipped through the vents, also taking something with him. He was smart enough to have remembered the card that he’d need to get back into the cell, as all of the vents in his cell were closed almost constantly. The only problems he had right now was actually hoping he went the right way, and disposing of the card.
He made note of the awkwardness. He didn’t really think that humans were clueless, with all of the things they’d made. Maybe he’d need to read a few books on social skills.

((No worries!))

(Thanks!)

Clarissa was very confused and a little worried by the woman's comment before she passed out. Koycheva? Who is she? She carefully knelt down beside her and checked her pulse, letting out a soft sigh when she confirmed the woman was still alive.

She looked up when she heard the security team approach and stood up to get out of their way. She was going to have to explain her actions to them while they secured the intruder… Clarissa almost hoped that she would be able to stay informed on why the woman was here and what she had been after.

Slipping through the vents, realizing that he was almost at his destination, Bosa thought it was almost too easy. And he was right.
Unfortunately, there were cameras in the vents, cameras not taken out. For whatever reason, the cameras in Bosa’s cell at the time of the incident had been knocked away. It didn’t take long for people to realize this, and what surprised them was that the cameras were apparently being influenced by someone hundreds of miles away from the facility. But that was besides the point. Because you could imagine the person’s surprise who just so happened to be looking at the right cameras, as a dark, fast shape moved through the vents.

Bosa dropped into the hallway next to his cell, landing himself by the keycard pad. This time, having more control over himself, he slid the card and the door opened with a whoosh. The door shut moments later as Bosa entered, making his way across the room. The mop and brush were still there, as well as the bucket.
Bosa slipped the card underneath the couch and retired to his corner on the ceiling.

The security guard, meanwhile, wasted no time in informing the staff of a ‘possible breakout in the vents.’ There weren’t many subjects able to fit into the vents, of course - much less able to move fast enough that they couldn’t keep an eye on it. And perhaps the lighting of the vents also had to do with that. It wasn’t very easy to see things with how dark the vents were, especially at this time of the day.
The woman - Koycheva, refused to say anything, even when interrogated. Only clues that they had were she definitely did not work here, and that someone who did work here smuggled the clothing and supplies in for her. The question remained: who?

Once she had been cleared and given her own report of what happened, Clarissa tried to relax but it certainly wasn't easy. She was of course concerned when she heard about the break out in the vents… Perhaps it was just some subject taking advantage of the chaos but considering the size and speed… She shook her head a little, deciding to go check. All security measures were going to be increased now, no doubt about that. She was going to have to be patient or get creative if she wasn't allowed to keep her promise to Bosa about the books. But there were more pressing matters, like the woman saying she wasn't a spy then giving her own name as the identity of the spy? And the name… the name sounded foreign at the very least. She didn't want to appear paranoid but she thought it sounded Russian… That thought spurred her into a slightly quicker pace until she reached 055’s cell.

The lights were still dimmed in Bosa’s cell, and the broom was laying on the ground by the corner at which Bosa rested in. It hadn’t moved a single inch since his ‘escape’, and Bosa made sure of it. If anyone figured out of his little run around the facility, he’d have to say goodbye to any chance of interaction permitted by the staff. Bosa wasn’t sure if he could feel emotions to the extent of humans, but undoubtedly, he was feeling nervous.

Clarissa let out a small sigh of relief when she finally found the form of 055 in the corner of the ceiling. It wouldn't look good for either of them if her subject had been the one to cause trouble… and she had to admit that she was a little worried about him. She wasn't one for conspiracy but it wasn't that far fetched to her.
Her eyes widened when she noticed the broom in the cell. It most certainly hadn't been there earlier… Hesitantly, she reached for the microphone switch.
”Bosa?”

The sand had been slightly moving, so subtle it was easy to miss it. As Bosa heard the greeting he replied nearly immediately. “Hello. I am here.” His voice came out as the ‘metallic’ one again, neutral toned and all. Different from his humanoid voice.

”I’m glad to see that.” Clarissa smiled faintly. ”We had someone break into the facility and I wanted to make sure that you were alright. The woman disguised herself as a janitor and the cameras picked up something small, dark, and fast moving through the vents.” she explained, half baiting 055 for information and trying to build some form of trust.

“A break in? Does that happen often?” Bosa questioned. Through his time of being here, he hadn’t seen any, and it didn’t seem like it was a monthly thing either. “And there was something in the vents?” The sand only slightly shifted, but no major movements were observed.

“Not very often. I don't think it's uncommon but I don't remember too many before.” she admitted calmly as she watched closely for any reaction that a pile of sand could give. ”Yes, there was something but we're not sure what it was. It moved very fast.” she sighed, debating on how much to say. ”Fortunately, it doesn't seem like she caused any real trouble. All other subjects are safe as well and security has her under control.”