Deviant Asylum [CVnU: Decrepit Locale]

The History

The Asylum

The Rules/OOC

• CVnU rules apply.
• The asylum is massive(Mount Massive, if anyone gets that reference :-P), and therefore feel free to make up certain areas of the asylum if you so wish, as well as inmates/abominations.
• Small-scale destruction is perfectly fine, but do not destroy the entire asylum or individual wings without asking me first.
• Most importantly, have fun. If you don't, that's okay; you'll probably just wake up a patient here :)

Creppy.

Before the Asylum idea came to me, it was going to be some sort of rundown, closed place with psychotic animatronics running rampant around the place.

...

*slowly backs off from the asylum*

(Great read btw =D)

@dreadpool10:

You can have the animatronics still.

Maybe they were dumped there by a failing party place and they just want to get back home, but can't find their way out.

@_drake: Thanks!

@warsman That's an idea...

@dreadpool10: No problemo.

Bam, managed to squeeze in a part about the animatronics.

Impressive...most impressive.

Nice work!

Hrm.....

@strigidae_23: @valken:

Love it.

This will do nicely. Yes, very nicely.

This is really good stuff man, nice work!

Interesting

@shadowswordmaster: @_braveheart_: @killer_rabbit: @dr_izza:

Thanks! :)

@dr_izza:

0_0

Umm.... uh.... no thanks....

*Nervously walks out the back door*

Home is where the heart is. If that was true then Dr Izza Braun's heart was moldy and cracked, and stained in places. Blood stain here, puke stain there. The old building should have been condemned years ago, but historical societies kept it alive. Or maybe there was some other force at work behind the scenes with their own agenda for the place. Whatever the case, whether by design or by misplaced sentimentality, the place still stood with its crumbling walls and weed choked land. It was a private place though, and that's what Dr Izza needed.

A quiet place away from curious eyes, and judging minds. Not that she was completely alone. There were things here. Some had obviously been former 'residents' of the asylum. Other things were... well, to say their origins were speculative was an understatement. Some of them may have been human once, but they had been changed. Like she had been changed, but not. She was still human. Not a monster. Some of the residents were aggressive, dangerous. More then one had tried to attack her as she came and went. They were slow though, lumbering. They might as well have been standing still as she opened their throats. or unzipped one from 'waist' to throat, spilling out strange steaming organs.

More often then not she proved to be the hunter to the residents prey. The more humanoid ones provided blood for necessary transfusions. The more grotesque ones served well for her 'operations.' Then there were the animatronics. Machines that had served some purpose once, but now only hunted down anything that moved. She had encountered a few of them in her stay here but had managed to escape unscathed so far.

She had even tamed one of the residents with candy from a broken vending machine in an old break room. The creature didn't seem to mind the candy being stale, and Izza herself didn't have much in the way of a sense of taste. She didn't remember when she had lost the ability to taste, but knew she could at some point in her past.

Today she didn't encounter any aggressive entities, biological or mechanical in nature as she returned from her explorations. Every time she went out there seemed to be new rooms, or old rooms in new places, as if the rooms moved around when no one was observing them.

Her office was always in the same place at least, so she wasn't crazy. It was just such a large place it was easy to lose a room, or forget the location of a particular room. And on top of that many rooms looked like other rooms, blending together.

She turned the corner to the area she had claimed as her own. A series of rooms she thought of as her offices. Once inside she locked the door behind her. A habit she had picked up quickly. More to keep out any patrolling animatronic rather then a resident creature. Glancing at an active CTV monitor she had got functioning, she saw a blob of flesh with rusted metallic jaws slithering its way through an abandoned hallway.

Dr Izza lifted one green eyebrow at the screen, then turned away to resume her chemical analysis. She could feel her blood slowing down and knew she would have to go on the hunt soon...

I know this isn't like the battle forums but.....

Bump.

This is awesome. I wonder why it didn't get more people?

@the_replicator: I abandoned it.

Can I use as HQ for character then?

WV! Long time no see! :D

Sure, I don't mind.

@dreadpool10:

Only if you are not using it. It's still yours.

@wildvine:

I'm not gonna be using it.

Room service please.

@venatoria so you can find this easily.

@dr_izza: HELLOOOOO NURSE. Er, doctor. :P

If it wasn't for the very specific type of inmate, I'd love to be locked up here.

@vein: D-doctor if you please. I d-d-DIDN'T go to twelve years of med school to be called nurse.

@dr_izza: Got a s-s-s-stutter there, huh, dokter?

@vein:

Playing with different ways to speak. Originally I had her doing odd pauses. Still exploring ways to make her sound unique.

@dr_izza: I can dig it. Makes her unique.

Just like I replace this guy's odd word with a bit of Afrikaans.

Spooky.

@_ophelia_:

Booooooo......

@vein:

Might go back to the halting speak. Don't want people to think I'm scared.

@dr_izza: *dies of fright*

x-x

@dr_izza: I didn't get the impression you were scared, actually. Your av looks like she's seen a lot of sh*t not to be scared so easily. :P

@dr_izza:

Lampetra dragged her tongue slowly along the blade of her sai, tasting the thick, salty fluid that drenched it before slipping it back into its sheathe. This one was innocent, an unfortunate casualty. A life she wouldn't have taken would it not have been so... inconvenient for her not to.

The security guard slumped to his knees, blood and spinal fluid jetting from the thick hole punched into his back, gurgling from the horrific bite-wound in his throat. Another little splutter, a pathetic death throe, and he collapsed to his face, dead and bleeding on the pavement. Shame, really. Venatoria hated to waste a good body, even if the little bit of blood would keep her revitalized for now. The security guard hadn't even been properly guarding the Deviant Asylum that Venatoria was headed towards, didn't even look like he was on-duty. But he'd spotted her, he'd asked about her mask, he'd asked where she was going. None of that was acceptable, shame he'd never have time to reflect on the lesson he'd learned.

Leaving the bleeding corpse where it lay, the Spanish assassin made her way through one of the dark, desolate alleyways that littered the place, tucking herself into the darkness before beginning to climb -- shoving one sai between the red bricks, then her other in a little higher, her weapons doubling as climbing pitons to help her elevate her position. It didn't take long, either, before she was on top of a worn-out laundromat, the windows long since shot and kicked out to loot whatever quarters remained jammed in the machines within.

Pathetic.

Moonlight gleaming off of her vibranium-weave battle gear, glaring off of the softly-waving locks of her raven hair, Venatoria's pupils adjusted to the light -- slitting, then expanding into a large oval, glowing a soft golden-green in the darkness as her natural night-vision kicked in. She could see her target, the massive, gated-off building known as Deviant Asylum. Nobody would come here without a good reason, and for a brief moment the mutant ninja found herself wishing she didn't have one. But if she wanted this mutant ops team to succeed, she'd do whatever she needed to do to help it flourish... and what it needed was a big brain, however sick, to help them.

They needed Dr. Sophia Izza, shut away here who knows how long ago. Hidden behind who knew how many layers of traps and guards. Alone, for all she knew, in a flaking, grimy asylum designed to hold the very worst.

Unfortunately for the very worst, they had yet to meet Lampetra Cervantes.

This is back? :O

@venatoria:

Dr. Izza awoke suddenly as she always did. No drowsiness or disorientation. No dreams, good or ill, fogged her mind. She automatically looked to the dirty, cracked monitors, checking the asylums "inmates" for activity. As always the patients were restless, possibly sleeping less then she herself did. Twisted and malformed. Lumbering, crawling, slithering through the dust caked hallways. So were that way when she had arrived here. So were products of her own surgical hobby. She began to idly disassemble her chainsaw, cleaning out the congealed bits of gore and greasing the necessary parts for another night of work. She was in need of some fresh blood 'donations.' Somewhere in the asylum a machine whirred, and one of the asylums patients gave a throaty roar.

"Is it. Safe?" She asked herself as she put her favorite tool back together. "Of course its safe. But you may feel. A slight. P-p-pinch." She speaks with an slight stutter, and with odd pauses. A German accent so faint as to be almost undetectable. Her good eye flicking to the monitors periodically, somewhere between caution and paranoia. The scene change from location to location every few 30 seconds unless directed not to by the dusty control panel.

The control room was adjacent to Izza's office/laboratory, a slightly larger windowless room awash in pale, sickly light. Her latest 'patient' or rather, what remained of it, were splayed on her operating table. Soon enough she would need to remove it and dispose of it elsewhere in the asylum before it began to smell and attracted some of the hungrier denizens of the asylum, but that could wait. Looking over the screens again, Dr Izza began to sharpen her operating tools one by one. "Its perfectly. Safe." She smiled to herself idly.

@dr_izza:

The gates didn't provide much difficulty for Venatoria to work around -- cast iron and spikes weren't exactly unique obstacles, and these were of a type that the assassin had surpassed many times before. Carefully scaling down the inner wall, more sliding than actively climbing, she kept alert, kept aware. Her senses may not have been anywhere near a true feral like Dog, but they were far keener than that of an average human. Keen, predatory, practiced. Checking to make sure her newfound mask was in place, the mutant girl made her way to the wall of the asylum itself, looking up and completely avoiding the gate. If there were security protocols here, which she was certainly there must be, the front gate would likely be the most protected... not to mention the most monitored.

Of course, not realizing just how paranoid and well-informed her mark was, Venatoria's hubris began to build as she reached for a drainage pipe, clinging tightly to it and beginning to carefully climb, bracing herself with her feet on either wall and making her way swiftly towards the roof. Old buildings like this tended to have at least one skylight -- if she found one, that's where she'd make her entry.

@venatoria:

Dr Izza's good eye darted to the camera monitor quickly. There was a shadow, nothing more. So quick and fleeting that even the nocturnal Izza only saw it by sheer accident. While the asylum was littered with many still functional cameras, none were pointed up do to their placement in the high corners of rooms. But one camera just happened to catch the shadow falling through the skylight, cast dark in the revealing moonlight. Then the screen and flicked to another scene from the view of another camera. Izza quickly typed in an override command, switching the scene back to the first camera, and using the control panel to angle it up as much as possible towards the skylight.

Of course there was no camera pointed directly at the ceiling, for the obvious reason that no one ever expected anyone to try and break into the asylum. Izza leaned forward with interest, flexing her hands in her lap absently. She had no enemies (that she knew of) and no one knew she was here (again, that she knew of). Her first thought that it was some curious thrill seekers, but quickly dismissed the idea. Scaling the outer wall and the wall of the asylum itself, was more work then the casually curious would suffer for. Most likely this was a corporate spy here to steal some arcane asylum tech, or perhaps some specimen samples. She had to assume the intruder had some knowledge of the security defenses on the asylum. What they wouldn't know was they would be watched anywhere in the old building they went. While things mechanical had never been Izza's forte, she had had plenty of time to learn how to play the asylums defense mechanisms like a piano.

@dr_izza:

It crossed Venatoria's mind, if only briefly, that she may want to consider actually acquiring some equipment for endeavors like this one. Maybe some rope, would be helpful. Something like that.

While scaling the actual brick of the building had been simple enough for a ninja with as much experience as Venatoria had, and using her nano-bronze sai to saw a clean, even hole in the skylight had been doable, actually getting to the ground level of the asylum provided a sudden obstacle that the mutant hadn't thought of on her way up. She mentally kicked herself -- too long out of the game, too damn long hunting down hapless bankers or sleazy junkies. Her skills hadn't truly tarnished, but her memory of their necessity had started to decay. That'd have to change -- and maybe the Deviant Asylum would provide the challenge needed to sharpen her skills.

The girl inhaled, focused, centered herself before jabbing one arm downward, jamming one of her sai directly into the glass of the skylight without creating a spiderweb crack. Keeping her other weapon firmly in her hand, the assassin braced herself, gripping the handle of the lodged sai and flipping down through the hole she'd made, using the weapon to swing around downwards and using her momentum to toss herself towards a nearby balcony, meant to overlook the patients during lunchtimes. Mid-leap, however, she tossed her opposite sai, the tip of it slamming into the tip of the lodged weapon with absurd precision and causing it to slide free and tumble back down through the hole Venatoria herself had come through.

Both of her weapons now falling towards the floor, the Spanish ninja leapt downwards after them, using her lower vantage to grab each one, tucking them under her arms as she landed in a crouch at the ground level of the Asylum. She exhaled deeply, her eyes slitting a little in the dim lighting of the place's interior. She turned, sniffing the air around her, ready for anything....

...Except what she ended up seeing. The hulking, lumbering, betentacled biological monstrosity that was now shuffling towards her from beneath the balcony she'd just leapt away from. Actually, she probably could have wrapped her mind around the beast itself, if it hadn't had Gatling Guns mounted one each of its hunched, pustulous shoulders.

"...Mierda," she whispered under her breath, settling into a crouch as the creature started to shamble nearer, a low, bleating, whale-like roar escaping the twisted, withered gash of its mouth.

Those Mileena GIFs tho.

This is an real interesting interaction so far. Kudos to the both of you ^-^

@_ophelia_: Thanksss ^.^

@venatoria: No problem, Az :3