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daedaluscried:

It took them a little to get to the rest of the group, where a few people gathered around a fire. Of the small group - ten at the most - very few looked properly human. They were not necessarily not human - at least not by sight. It was more that they were strange when focused on them for long. The way they walked or their facial expressions. As soon as Ari arrived, one of the men who had been standing near the front, straightened out and quickly made his way over.

“ Who are you? “ Clearly, the comment was not directed at Ari.

049 could tell almost instantly that this place was bizarre in a way he wasn’t necessarily fond of. He didn’t quite like people, and odd people weren’t very nice either. It reminded him of the SCPs he dealt with on the daily, many of them didn’t look human but they could often times disguise themselves to be so. Those were the ones that were always the most dangerous. The question, that didn’t catch him off guard, it wasn’t foreign to him. “I am not quite sure who or what I am.” He replied honestly.

“Most refer to me as either SCP-049, 049, or the Plague Doctor.”

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st-riley-the-brave:

“Yes, please rest–I…”

…had found herself at a loss for words at this point. All because she had already found herself rightly concerned about his health. His safety. His life. The Foundation was now a proper reason for her to be both alarmed and cautious. They had already caused 049 enough hell.

With a gentle smile she watched as he would prepare for some much-needed sleep. She then turned to lean against the wall, gripping the sickle-polearm tightly, prepared for anything. Her storm-blue eyes scoured the area in case of anything… she was willing to keep an eye on 049 and guard him with her life. And if the Foundation wanted him, they would have to get past her… and whatever terror she had in store for them.

“…rest” she then said gently, smiling to him. “It’s alright, 049… I’ll protect you. I promise.”

He watched her for another moment, just one moment more.

Once he had deemed this acceptable, he nodded his head and let his eyes slip shut beneath the mask.

There was confusion there, in his heart, as sleep overtook him. The world dissolved from his senses, disappearing in a foggy mist, leaving him only his mental world to live in. Why was she doing this? He hadn’t expected kindness from anyone, not even other oddities.

In a way he was both grateful and terrified of the prospect. He had lived his entire life alone, completely numb to the emotions given to him. He was completely away from it all. He was a being of pure logic and yet he was succumbing to the illogical. He wanted to know answers, but there were none for him to find. Some questions just didn’t have an answer. Some puzzles just don’t have a picture...

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researcher-tydera-leiara:

“Well, only one way to find out.” Tydera commented.And with that, the door slid open and she came inside. Her keycard was held tightly in her hand. At the first sign of the scp getting up, she was booking it for the door. “Your abilities are interesting.” She commented. “ And they assigned me for the reason that I’m sure to not have the Pestilence.How can I have a human disease when I am not one?”

049′s eyes followed her, they watched her but he didn’t feel the need to move. His muscles were tense, ready to make him surge up at the first sign of danger, but for the most part he was content where he was. “I suppose that is the truth... I have not seen the disease in anything that isn’t human before... I wouldn’t get your hopes up nevertheless... Monkeys, which are not human, are shown to share many of the same diseases with them due to their similar physiology. Whether or not the pestilence will carry to you is none of my concern as of now...”

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st-riley-the-brave:

There were very few people that Riley was close to. Even fewer since Death had taken her family, and left her with a small handful of friends and more graves than she could honestly bear. The life of a Gravekeeper knew how to take its toll on her.

So one could imagine her own surprise when she felt a gentle warmth that she couldn’t find words for. One that hit her only now even as 049 hugged her back… it wasn’t like with Jim (her childhood best friend), or with Audergine or her Godfather (who were the closest to any immediate family left), and it wasn’t like with Professor Copperpott (whom she had once liked for a long time… until he rejected her behind her back, simply because she was a Gravekeeper). Far from how it felt with her Godmother or Miss Clarabelle (who were also the closest to family left).

She had no idea how to word it but whatever this was, felt like warmth. Acceptance. Love. Like everything was going to be just fine… that nothing indeed was impossible for either one. The kind of warmth she feared had been lost when Uncle Eli died…

This was what family felt like.

“It’s wonderful t'be back, really… I can’t begin t'tell ya just ‘ow happy I feel right now…”

He didn’t have anymore words to speak, what was there to say? Whatever he would say he knew wouldn’t make any sense. 049 wasn’t human and as such these inhuman emotions, that blew out of the scale of most people, they wouldn’t be able to be understood when put into the expressions.

Humans can never understand what is beyond their comprehension, and to be quite honest, 049 couldn’t blame them. His hands, which were poisonous and deadly to the touch of any living individual, gripped her shirt to enforce this embrace, this hold all without risking the harm that could come to her if he touched her. He wasn’t sure what his abilities would do to her if he let himself touch her-- she spoke about how she was different. Would it just hurt her, would it do nothing, or would it kill her just like every other living entity he’s touched in full alertness.

Whatever it did, didn’t matter in the moment. He was happy just to be there, with her, holding her, and smiling beneath the mask which hid his face. “Are you good at understanding emotions?” 049 finally asked after a long, warm silence. A silence that wasn’t awkward in the slightest.

It was the opposite in fact.

Being with her in that silence felt like being encased in a warm blanket-- but now it was time to keep going, time wasn’t going to stop for them.

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doctorharleymd:

Harley cocked her head. “Yeah, I…was offerin’ some privacy since…ya don’t seem to be able to take off your beak thing, there.” Or what she assumed was a beak because even though it looked more like a face mask, only a beak was ever attached. The Birds of Prey really had nothing on the man sitting in the chair at the head of the dining table. Regardless, it seemed like it must be odd for him to each and drink since the beak didn’t open and close either.

Not wanting to think too hard on it, Harley lifted her shoulders briefly. “I’ll make ya some eggs then, and you can do what ya want with ‘em.” Sensing that he didn’t have much more to say for the moment, she nudged the glass of water to within his arm’s reach and turned back towards the kitchen. She could see him over the island still, but opted to leave him to get his bearings while she found bread for toast and eggs to scramble. Considering it was stealing, she didn’t want to eat too much, but people tended not to notice how many eggs or pieces of bread they had left until they were almost gone. In fact, she’d never made herself food in the apartment before, but it didn’t seem like her companion was going too far, let alone in broad daylight.

The iHome on the island always had an ipod plugged in and waiting to go. One of the first few times she’d broken in, Harley had found that it was full of the latest pop music. She turned it on, and dialed the volume down a little so it wouldn’t disturb the doctor. And then hummed along as she scrambled eggs and made toast for both of them. So it was only a few minutes before Harley was entering the dining room again with two plates in hand. One, she set down in front of the doctor, and the other she kept with her as she chose a seat near him. “You probably have lots of questions, don’t ya?”

“Ah yes... Well thank you for your kindness...” How strange it was that humans were so quick to step back when there was something that seemed off. Giving people privacy to handle it on their own. It was something he found fascinating and honestly pleasant. If someone has a disability, they don’t ask about it, if someone can’t do something, they offer help but don’t press the matter. It’s rather refreshing to be left alone on those matters.

It was a bit of a struggle to drink, with his body burned the way it was, but it was not impossible. 049′s mask was a hollow piece that grew from his head. While it may not be obvious, since he doesn’t look up often, the bottom of said mask was open, exposing the face beneath. It was almost as though the mask was there only to protect his face-- perhaps that’s what it was there for. In order to drink, all 049 had to do was tilt his head up like a normal person and pull the nose of the mask up a bit. It was discomforting, as it was one solid object made out of what seemed to be bone, and pulled the flesh a bit as he did so, but it was only temporary and thus tolerable.

He drank more than half the cup in one go, and when he was finished he set the cup down and let go of his mask. It returned to it’s usual place, the slight pull being completely forgotten to time. If the woman hadn’t seen it than she wouldn’t have noticed what he had done in the slightest. He noticed the music and listened in silence, thinking on what he may want to say when she returns. The smell of food causing a pleasant atmosphere. Seeing the plate of food set in front of him made him smile from beneath the mask. “Thank you...” He spoke quietly.

“Yes I have a number of questions...” His voice was much more clear now.

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Doctor

@fieldoc

‘Breaking News, there appears to be a huge fire at the research facility of the ever enigmatic SCP Foundation. Press has been unable to enter the walls since the Foundation’s official founding over one hundred years ago. All we have been told is that something dangerous is contained within each of the Foundation’s individual sites. The Foundation claims they have everything under control and that they have recovered everything that they could, what hasn’t been recovered is most likely destroyed. Nevertheless they encourage the public to keep an eye out for anything unusual or strange in the coming months.’

How long ago was that? Judging by the June breeze that rippled through this world, it would seem that was far back months ago in February. Such a long time ago that was– with the winter vanishing into the past, the snow melting to be replaced. Tall grasses that reached up to the sky, dancing in the wind, with flowers that caught gusts and bowed to the breath of the atmosphere. How long ago was it since he had seen another person in a lab coat? How long ago was it since he was trapped in white walls? How long ago was it since he felt those chains that squeezed the air out of his throat, that made his shoulders pop behind his back, that twisted his wrist– how long ago?

The bark of the tree that supported him felt so firm and gentle, it caught the ‘clothing’ that donned his body, but for the most part he was alright. The light for which shined down through the branches of the trees that shaded him from the bright sun, it provided the perfect lighting for him to write in his journal. The yellowing pages matched with the ink of a pen he had found in an alley way a long time ago, it all worked to sustain his notes and his research, things he had discovered and hypothesis he must test when he recovered completely from his injuries. The burns that covered his body back then were now healing nicely and were being replaced by skin, which was then covered by the clothing that grows out of his body.

The sound of a branch cracking just out of sight made him jump and he almost drew a line on the page, thankfully he did not. Milky blue eyes looked back and peeked out from his side of the tree, making contact with the form that stood just a ways off staring at him. Oh he did not like this, for some reason he detected something he wasn’t all too fond of. There was something wrong here, perhaps this was an unfortunate turn of events, or perhaps it was because of the dull throb in his skull, or maybe even because he was just paranoid. Whatever the reason for his suspicion, he was not pleased to see this stranger. Pulling himself from the ground with a wince, he got to his feet.

“What can I help you with?”

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multiversalmansion:

Well, that went beyond a mere ‘who are you’ question. Hell, that answered the what and why as well! Still, the question remains, what to do with this kind of information? This being has fully admitted to being a creature that breaks the laws of reality, and probably does it in unfathomable ways. That would make his new guest unbelievably dangerous, unpredictable, and might be completely untrustworthy. 

Huh, that sounds a lot like himself.

“Welp, turning everything into a hellscape wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve heard of,” At least something will still be here, unlike some of the other threats he’s received “But, I would prefer that not happening regardless, so how about this,” Standing up from his seat, he steps closer to the resting doctor “For the time that you wish to stay here, I will provide you a place to work, supplies, and perhaps even some test subjects,” That part is iffy considering that journal mentioned that living human beings were needed for research.

“However!” Leaning in a bit, a bit of his darkness shrouds the area to make his point ever so clear “Should I find that your progress is putting people of the Mansion into danger, I will not hesitate to shut down your progress before I personally disintegrate you.” Standing up, he brushes off his jacket as the darkness recedes back to wherever it came from “Now, rest until you feel better, and find me once you leave here.” Turning on his heel, he walks towards the entrance before pausing there.

Honestly, the young teen doesn’t really know what to make of what little he gleamed from that tome of information. This might simply be the deranged dreams of a mad doctor, and he could be fueling something terrible. Yet at the same time he has seen so many things that people regarded as deranged and impossible. The undead, the forces of both Heaven and Hell, freaks of science, and living bio-mechanical weapons are merely the tip of the iceberg.

It is equally as possible that this disease does in fact exist than that it doesn’t. He’s erred on the side of caution for this long when it comes to possible threats, and something like this sounds at least at the scale of solar system erasure of dangerous. However, the worst case scenario might just be Multiversal. Either or, he won’t be unprepared for such a case scenario- even if it means giving resources to this unpleasant being.

With an unseen frown, he continues out the door to complete his other tasks for the day.

049 didn’t respond, there was no need to. Honestly he was planning on leaving after he’s recovered, he wasn’t thinking of staying, mostly because he was certain the foundation would find him and take him back. If he stayed on the move than he could prevent any more issues for anyone but himself-- however it seemed that this individual was completely keen on keeping here. In a sense it was both good and bad.

Both in the way of test subjects.

049 couldn’t guarantee the safety of the residents, if they fell ill he couldn’t allow them to grow sick and perish, he would have to cure them. But he wouldn’t conduct experiments on them! They aren’t sick after all, why kill someone for something like that. He only preformed tests on those he thought to be sick. This could make finding him subjects relatively difficult but at the same time startlingly easy if one knew where to look. In conditions as nice as this mansion seemed to be in, he doubted that the pestilence could flourish as freely as it does in other places-- too clean and bright.

Watching as the stranger left, he stayed laying on the bed-- he still didn’t know a single thing about anything that was going on at this moment. Where he was, what he was doing, what he was supposed to do. This mansion made his head hurt, gave him a discomfort that he didn’t quite appreciate. There was a sense of distaste in it all. He was weighing his options of whether or not he should leave, thinking about the pros and cons of the situation. What he could do if he did in fact stay here with these strangers.

On one hand, if he stayed, he got test subjects. He could learn more about the pestilence and it was very possible he could get protection as well. If he just worked and worked, without much contact with others, he could even ignore if the other’s have the pestilence and wait for it to break out violently in the mansion to show them just how dangerous this disease is. Making that little threat in the beginning void in every way-- that is, if the disease breaks out at all. If not than there’d be no point in the matter.

On the other hand, he was confide in a mansion with people who had a chance of being sociable. He had to follow rules of individuals he hardly knew, who most likely didn’t understand him at all. Didn’t understand what he was doing. This could be a very, very big problem. He couldn’t answer the questions they asked, it wouldn’t make sense to them all, and should something happen with the foundation he can’t really fight back either.

He has only two abilities after all, these two making him an SCP. That would be a deathly touch and the ability to revive individuals from the dead.

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Dragon

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‘Breaking News, there appears to be a huge fire at the research facility of the ever enigmatic SCP Foundation. Press has been unable to enter the walls since the Foundation’s official founding over one hundred years ago. All we have been told is that something dangerous is contained within each of the Foundation’s individual sites. The Foundation claims they have everything under control and that they have recovered everything that they could, what hasn’t been recovered is most likely destroyed. Nevertheless they encourage the public to keep an eye out for anything unusual or strange in the coming months.’

How long ago was that? Judging by the June breeze that rippled through this world, it would seem that was far back months ago in February. Such a long time ago that was– with the winter vanishing into the past, the snow melting to be replaced. Tall grasses that reached up to the sky, dancing in the wind, with flowers that caught gusts and bowed to the breath of the atmosphere. How long ago was it since he had seen another person in a lab coat? How long ago was it since he was trapped in white walls? How long ago was it since he felt those chains that squeezed the air out of his throat, that made his shoulders pop behind his back, that twisted his wrist– how long ago?

The bark of the tree that supported him felt so firm and gentle, it caught the ‘clothing’ that donned his body, but for the most part he was alright. The light for which shined down through the branches of the trees that shaded him from the bright sun, it provided the perfect lighting for him to write in his journal. The yellowing pages matched with the ink of a pen he had found in an alley way a long time ago, it all worked to sustain his notes and his research, things he had discovered and hypothesis he must test when he recovered completely from his injuries. The burns that covered his body back then were now healing nicely and were being replaced by skin, which was then covered by the clothing that grows out of his body.

The sound of a branch cracking just out of sight made him jump and he almost drew a line on the page, thankfully he did not. Milky blue eyes looked back and peeked out from his side of the tree, making contact with the form that stood just a ways off staring at him. Oh he did not like this, for some reason he detected something he wasn’t all too fond of. There was something wrong here, perhaps this was an unfortunate turn of events, or perhaps it was because of the dull throb in his skull, or maybe even because he was just paranoid. Perhaps it was because this entity was obviously not a human. Whatever the reason for his suspicion, he was not pleased to see this stranger. Pulling himself from the ground with a wince, he got to his feet.

“What can I help you with?”

((If you don’t want to reply to this starter/you prefer to plot before RPing feel free to IM me, I wont be offended or upset. These starters are here solely to cut out that middle man known as awkwardness.))

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SHERLOCK HOLMES

“𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝐼 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹  𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈, 𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽.“ 

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DOCTOR STEPHEN STRANGE

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇. 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑒𝓃𝒹. 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈… 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝑀𝓇. 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒?

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Scrooge McDuck

“ℑ 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔰,  𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔯! ℑ 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰! 𝔄𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔢!”

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((So the mun will not be online on the 21st))

That’s today, yep yep! Why? Cause I have my graduation to go to. The only blog I will be active on tomorrow, for stress reasons, will be @socicpathic due to the fact that the muse struggles with a lot of the same things as the mun on a day to day basis and it allows for venting.

Thank you all for your cooperation! I look forward to being able to write into the summer with you all!

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iinevitable:

Droopy eyes avoiding anything that moved to hope to never appear suspicious to those who searched for the missing child. Soggy shoes decorated by nature’s natural trash such as leaves, sticks, mud, dead bugs, and perhaps even grass depending if she took a longer route of increasing her chance of staying hidden, squeaked every few steps. Lily’s eyes had taken forever to adjust to the environment with the sun’s undeniable brightness shining down like it was a way of Heaven saying hello to a child who had stopped believing in that stuff.

All her previous life had died. Her beliefs, happiness, the majority of memories, even her own mother that tried so hard to save her only to be a fool in a puppet game.

A forest of some sort seemed to be peaceful as it could get while her bandaged hand graced trees with simple touches. Never had she ever thought to come across anyone. A hospital bracelet stuck tightly to her left wrist attached to some strings coming from the semi-dry red jacket that had seen better days that’s covering her hospital gown. Blue jeans that had been snatched while running from Lily’s captors.

Black hair reaching shoulders pulled back in a shoddy ponytail yet a few flyaways remained on her exhausted, white face that hadn’t been gifted with vitamin D in so long it was a miracle that she was alive. Never paying attention she had stepped onto a branch and watched someone dressed so odd coming forth in her line of vision. Gulping slightly, she replied, “I… I don’t want help. Didn’t know someone was out here. I rather be alone.” The child backs up slightly covering herself with the fading jacket covered in her own and someone else’s blood. It had to be a few days old. Blue eyes hovering on his figure wondering who he exactly was. “A… Are you with Mobius? I’m not going back.” Damn, she lost the gun while her trip here.

“Mobius?” 049 asked, tilting his head a bit, those pale blue eyes locking upon her. They were filled with curiosity but also softness. “I have no knowledge of who that is, or what for that matter if it is a thing and not a person. However judging by your reaction I will assume it is something you are trying to escape from... I assure you I am in the same boat as you, trying to escape beings that wish me harm.” He explained to her quickly, he didn’t want to scare her away-- not now. She had snatched his attention and curiosity and as such he wanted to know more about her.

“I am fleeing something known as the SCP Foundation, a group of researchers who capture entities like me, beings who shouldn’t exist in this world, and subject us to tests... I’m sure it’s not the same thing you are running from but...”

He knew it wasn’t the same thing she was running from, was certain of that. Mobius was something entirely different. 049 knew an SCP when he saw one, he knew it so well that it might as well have not been asked at all. This girl was not one, however he wasn’t sure if there was a possibility that she had bizarre abilities. Why else would she be fleeing unseen entities most likely searching to do her some form of harm.

“I am SCP-049, or the Plague Doctor. If you will allow me to know more about you, I’d love to listen. If not than we can just go our separate ways. However I will say that I can offer you protection in exchange for your story. I have quite a bit of an ability that will make people think twice about trying to snatch you, if that makes any sense.” 049′s deathly touch was a skill that was to be awed, especially since he can’t control it. If he touched the skin of any human, they would die quickly, without a doubt. He would kill them whether he wants to or not. Not unless there was some sort of barrier between the two would his touch be nullified-- or he was placed in a sedated state. In exchange for a story he was more than willing to hear her out.

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daedaluscried:

“ Oh! Yes! “ Ari had almost forgotten about the tree entirely. With a cheerful laugh, Ari motioned for the newly nonstranger to follow after her. She was always eager for others to join them. Not only because of Ari’s desire for friends and companionship, but because she wanted to help others. And this seemed like a case where her group might be able to offer something - although what, she wasn’t quite sure yet.

He followed her quietly, his steps just as silent as anything else about him. It was as though the world hid from him-- in a sense perhaps it did. His touch was deadly after all. He was glad to see her reaction to the tree, it was good to know she hasn’t forgotten. As he followed her, he mused over the idea of following with a group. Most likely he would travel with them for a while before breaking off on his own.

Bloom

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researcher-tydera-leiara:

“Well, I mean. I care about the Scps I watch over.” She commented softly as she entered the containment unit. “They thought that you’d prefer someone to talk to because of what happened with your other doctor. I’m sorry about that by the way. I’m not Doctor Hamm. But I can try to befriend you like he did.” Tydera was determined to make a good first impression with the Scp. “And I mean…if it’s any consolation, I cannot have the disease. I’m…not actually from around here.” She commented quietly.”Where I’m from doesn’t have any diseases that are even close to the Plague.”

Rolling over to face her, his eyes were stormy and distant. Cyclones of odd emotions-- emotions humans will never understand. It was in these moments where the fact of the matter seemed the most real; 049 was not human and he would hardly ever understand them. Especially not this one... This one who went on about someone who is no longer here.

“Doctor Hamm... I am glad he is dead... At least I know he won’t succumb to the Pestilence...” 049 mused aloud, his eyes slipping shut for a moment. The Pestilence was an awful disease, it masks itself in other things, hiding itself from the mind of others. It drags people down when they are at their weakest... He hated it, loathed it, but there’s nothing he could do.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about your immunity... I cannot detect whether or not you are immune, only if you are sick, but I always say you shouldn’t keep your hopes too high, the universe has a way of knocking you down...”

Captive

[scpanacea]

Time

@nstasia

‘Breaking News, there appears to be a huge fire at the research facility of the ever enigmatic SCP Foundation. Press has been unable to enter the walls since the Foundation’s official founding over one hundred years ago. All we have been told is that something dangerous is contained within each of the Foundation’s individual sites. The Foundation claims they have everything under control and that they have recovered everything that they could, what hasn’t been recovered is most likely destroyed. Nevertheless they encourage the public to keep an eye out for anything unusual or strange in the coming months.’

How long ago was that? Judging by the June breeze that rippled through this world, it would seem that was far back months ago in February. Such a long time ago that was– with the winter vanishing into the past, the snow melting to be replaced. Tall grasses that reached up to the sky, dancing in the wind, with flowers that caught gusts and bowed to the breath of the atmosphere. How long ago was it since he had seen another person in a lab coat? How long ago was it since he was trapped in white walls? How long ago was it since he felt those chains that squeezed the air out of his throat, that made his shoulders pop behind his back, that twisted his wrist– how long ago?

The bark of the tree that supported him felt so firm and gentle, it caught the ‘clothing’ that donned his body, but for the most part he was alright. The light for which shined down through the branches of the trees that shaded him from the bright sun, it provided the perfect lighting for him to write in his journal. The yellowing pages matched with the ink of a pen he had found in an alley way a long time ago, it all worked to sustain his notes and his research, things he had discovered and hypothesis he must test when he recovered completely from his injuries. The burns that covered his body back then were now healing nicely and were being replaced by skin, which was then covered by the clothing that grows out of his body.

The sound of a branch cracking just out of sight made him jump and he almost drew a line on the page, thankfully he did not. Milky blue eyes looked back and peeked out from his side of the tree, making contact with the form that stood just a ways off staring at him. Oh he did not like this, for some reason he detected something he wasn’t all too fond of. There was something wrong here, perhaps this was an unfortunate turn of events, or perhaps it was because of the dull throb in his skull, or maybe even because he was just paranoid. Whatever the reason for his suspicion, he was not pleased to see this stranger. Pulling himself from the ground with a wince, he got to his feet.

“What can I help you with?”

((If you don’t want to reply to this starter/you prefer to plot before RPing feel free to IM me, I wont be offended or upset. These starters are here solely to cut out that middle man known as awkwardness.))

[scpanacea]

Gust

@alien-christ

‘Breaking News, there appears to be a huge fire at the research facility of the ever enigmatic SCP Foundation. Press has been unable to enter the walls since the Foundation’s official founding over one hundred years ago. All we have been told is that something dangerous is contained within each of the Foundation’s individual sites. The Foundation claims they have everything under control and that they have recovered everything that they could, what hasn’t been recovered is most likely destroyed. Nevertheless they encourage the public to keep an eye out for anything unusual or strange in the coming months.’

How long ago was that? Judging by the June breeze that rippled through this world, it would seem that was far back months ago in February. Such a long time ago that was– with the winter vanishing into the past, the snow melting to be replaced. Tall grasses that reached up to the sky, dancing in the wind, with flowers that caught gusts and bowed to the breath of the atmosphere. How long ago was it since he had seen another person in a lab coat? How long ago was it since he was trapped in white walls? How long ago was it since he felt those chains that squeezed the air out of his throat, that made his shoulders pop behind his back, that twisted his wrist– how long ago?

The bark of the tree that supported him felt so firm and gentle, it caught the ‘clothing’ that donned his body, but for the most part he was alright. The light for which shined down through the branches of the trees that shaded him from the bright sun, it provided the perfect lighting for him to write in his journal. The yellowing pages matched with the ink of a pen he had found in an alley way a long time ago, it all worked to sustain his notes and his research, things he had discovered and hypothesis he must test when he recovered completely from his injuries. The burns that covered his body back then were now healing nicely and were being replaced by skin, which was then covered by the clothing that grows out of his body.

The sound of a branch cracking just out of sight made him jump and he almost drew a line on the page, thankfully he did not. Milky blue eyes looked back and peeked out from his side of the tree, making contact with the form that stood just a ways off staring at him. Oh he did not like this, for some reason he detected something he wasn’t all too fond of. There was something wrong here, perhaps this was an unfortunate turn of events, or perhaps it was because of the dull throb in his skull, or maybe even because he was just paranoid. Whatever the reason for his suspicion, he was not pleased to see this stranger. Pulling himself from the ground with a wince, he got to his feet.

“What can I help you with?”

((If you don’t want to reply to this starter/you prefer to plot before RPing feel free to IM me, I wont be offended or upset. These starters are here solely to cut out that middle man known as awkwardness.))