#a statistical resound of air: stasis (oc)

[movedtoacolorlessworld]

[Rhymix] Main Story: Redrawing The Colorless World — Chapter 2: Invention

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I remember the first time I made any sort of art.

It was...sort of bad—but at the same time, that's the charm point of it. I still have it with me after all of these years, and whenever I look back on it, I always find myself smiling. It just tells me that I've improved a lot, and also reminds me of how far I've come.

And to be honest, none of this is possible if it weren't for the fact that I kept on pushing through.

So now that the world is like this, I want to also keep pushing through for it.

That morning, I already showed up to Technicolour's place at 9 AM. He was...taken aback by how early I got there, to say the least, but it's not anything too out of the ordinary for him. It's certainly not as weird as that one time some weird madwoman decided to break into this world and try to become its new God.

We spent the entire day asking people around and researching about such a topic. It ended up being of no use; because by the end of the day, we didn't got anything noteworthy. There weren't any records of something like this ever happening before either, so that just made us even more confused.

Eventually, the next day, we traveled to Notalano. We asked the people there what happened during the long period of time their nation got their colors sucked out of it dry. They said it's a weird phenomenon that was caused by someone. We didn't get any further details than that because they're still investigating it.

Technicolour then took me to a friend of his' place. He said that his name is Stasis, and he's a pretty well-known inventor who has made a gigantic airship powered by Notalium once. He then said that airship initially was ill-fated, but after some repairs it works perfectly fine again.

The moment we stepped into Stasis' house, the guy in question stumbled out looking really messy. "Hey! Sorry about uh- all of this. Just working on something." He said, before sighing, turning his head away in shame. "It's really a hassle for such a simple device." Once I heard that come out of his mouth, I raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

Stasis then took the both of us to his basement—which he just calls his workplace, and it makes sense why he'd call it that. He apparently works there most of the time. I could tell from how messy the entire area is. Blueprints were scattered everywhere and stacked onto tables, a few shelves were covered in dust, and the main table where he'd usually do his work is really all over the place too. Has he ever even tried to clean it up?

"Sorry for not cleaning up! I'm not done with this stupid little shit yet." Stasis apologized, before glaring down at the object on his table emotionlessly. It's clear whatever he's working on gave him a headache in some way. Technicolour and I gazed down to the object in question.

It's...just a simple paintbrush?

"What...what are you gonna do with a literal paintbrush?" I asked nervously, pointing towards the paintbrush in question. Stasis chuckled. "Hah, it's another one of my big brain ideas to restore color to not only Notalano, but this entire world too~" He answered, giving me a playful wink. It's cute, to say the least.

...I really need to stop getting short-term crushes on random people I just met.

"What's so special about it, though?" I asked again. By this point, my curiosity just kept building up more and more. Meanwhile, Technicolour was merely frowning at the messy state of the workplace. "It's powered by Notalium, and basically if you just wave the brush around with the intent of giving the world color, then color you'll give to it!" Stasis explained to me energetically, before walking towards a different table in the distance and picking up a different paintbrush that looked similar to the one he was working on.

"I have a finished version of it for testing! Give it a try outside." Stasis offered, and I simply took the paintbrush and nodded. The cyan colored diamond on the paintbrush's handle captivated me in a way that I can't even describe. It just...resonated with me for some reason. Probably because I really like the color cyan.

———

...Nothing.

"Huh? What do you mean, "nothing"?" Stasis asked me, a confused look on his face as he just looked at me as if I was crazy. When I went to test out Stasis' special paintbrush invention, it didn't work at all. "Oh c'mon now, Colorless. I tested it myself the other day and it worked swell." He then said again, a frown on his face as he then gazed at the paintbrush.

"...Ah."

"What's wrong?"

"Maybe you just didn't have such an intention to redraw the colorless world in your heart when you were trying it out."

Hearing Stasis' statement, I raised an eyebrow...again. "What do you mean? I clearly did. It's the reason why I wanted to try it out to begin with." I told him, crossing my arms, giving him a tired look. Stasis chuckled again at that. "Haha! No, no. The feelings just- aren't finalized yet. My wanting to restore color to Notalano is already finalized enough."

He then puts a finger on my chest, as if playfully mocking me. "Yours haven't yet." He added, a smirk on his face. My face could only turn red at that, but he did have a point. Maybe it's just...not fully realized at the time. "Just- look, listen here; I'm gonna let you bring that home with you. Once you feel like you've fully realized your wantings, then try again."

Stasis then gave me a reassuring nod. "I'm sure it'll work. Just believe me." Hearing his words, I felt a little eased. I nodded, a smile on his face as I silently accepted his advice.

———

...And here I am now...

At a coffee shop...

With that one guy I bumped into the other day.

I accidentally encountered Convergence again during a rainy day. We had to take shelter at a bus stop and then just...had a casual talk.

At one point I made him laugh and smile, which is nice, to say the least. I feel proud of myself for being able to successfully do that.

Now here the two of us are, enjoying coffee brewed by Convergence's favorite coffee shop. I'm not usually a particular fan of coffee, but he got me to try it. Pretty good, honestly. "What were you doing outside alone, anyways?" I ask him, trying my best to start up another conversation after a few minutes of silence.

Convergence looks up from his coffee, before finally answering. "I wanted to go...somewhere. But then the rain poured and then things had to get rescheduled." He says, a visible frown on his face as he sips on his coffee again. I nod in understanding—a part of me wants to ask him further on it, but then I decide against it.

"For now you can stay with me." I say, before quickly adding, "Until the rain stops, that is. Hehe." Convergence nods, a small smile on his face as he looks at me again. It's nice to have some alone time with him like this. Alongside my stress of trying to piece together the strange mystery of the world's loss of color, I also couldn't get this stupid man out of my head.

He's just that pretty, honestly.

But still...

I can't shake off this uneasy feeling.

[rejectclone]

I gotta eventually start posting more lore for my OCs so enjoy this tidbit of [R] and Lawrence from before The Incident

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Lawrence groaned mildly as he was forcibly awoken from his daily after noon nap, a staple of his at his dreaded workplace.

“Here’s your next assignment, Grey” said some faceless employee, throwing him a fresh portfolio haphazardly on his desk, where he previously propped his legs on. Lawrence rubbed his eyes for a second as he quickly scanned though the documents, already knowing what he needs to do that day.

Another activation.

It’s not anything special for him though, as he was already tired of activating a small group earlier and was hoping to finally finish up the current entire batch later during the week. In order to reach his goal though, he’ll get some overtime as he slaves away documenting the *subjects*.

He paces his way towards the locked room where the next subject is, along with some ‘others’, although most in that room aren’t that promising. Statistically they’re some of the most malformed out of the bunch, some are still somewhat underdeveloped and even malnourished, regardless of his efforts to keep them somewhat healthy.

The room’s door hisses as it’s bolt locks and hatch disengage, and Lawrence is greeted by a foreboding glow from the numerous stasis tanks in pitch darkness. Equipment slowly surged as they kept their occupants alive, well, some alive. As he went to the first tank, he could immediately tell it was a goner, as the same telltale signs of death were seen. Gangly body, malformed limbs, open and distressed mouth. The subject seemed to have woken up due to substantial internal pain, and proceeded to quickly drown in the tank’s fluid. It’s there to physically suspend and slowly nurture them, but it’s only worthwhile when they’re unconscious.

He records the status of the afflicted subject, but taps the glass for a bit. No response. He then proceeds to turn off the tank’s system, slowly watching the fluid stop gurgling as it drains away through tubing at the bottom of the tank’s platform. The body slumped against the glass as he walked away, seemingly slightly disgusted at it’s ghastly appearance. He proceeded this regime, and was disheartened to see that others in the room seem to have similar issues as the first subject, and they were either also diseased or on the very cusp of it. Save for one midway, which had some promising vitals, but just one look at it...... made Lawrence doubtful of it being capable to breathe and walk on it’s own.

It was substantially larger when compared to the others, potentially due to it being one of the few subjects to be comprised of DNA from some healthier donors than average, but it seemed to be too much, as it also lead to more limbs to be formed, likely as a common result of the host’s various DNA mixtures not willing to comply and merge with each other. It’s face was quite severely compromised too, he actually assumed it’ll be better for the subject to be blind, rather to face it’s own reflection. Not to mention breathing for it might be a major issue.

He nonetheless marked the subject down as ‘salvageable’, and proceeded to finish up his paper work. That particular being and a lucky two others in that room’s batch were also deemed worthy to move onto the next phase of testing. He awaited further command from his boss before slipping into his mandatory hazmat suit. Not meaning the subjects themselves were toxic, but more-so himself being more deadly than anything else in their exposure.

As he zipped up the jumpsuit and carried the helmet piece in his hands, a quick sip of coffee and some light chatter with some other employees of his status, he was soon on his way, slowly walking down a particularly long and dimly lit corridor to face a imposing set of steel doors. A quick retinal scan and some of his spit getting jammed into a scanning tray soon opened the doors, leading into a cramped and blank disinfecting room. He made sure to put his helmet on carefully as it magnetically latched into place against the jumpsuit’s metal inner collar, before letting the hidden jets spray him with a sterile smelling medley of disinfectants and the sort. After another tedious report filling session on his holo-clipboard, he can finally get to the real meat and bones of his job.

Watching clones writhe and suffer in their first few moments of consciousness in the world.

..........................

The large room was barren, save for the three holding tanks with the ‘salvageable’ subjects. As he makes his way to the tank’s control panels, the room reverberates with the sound of his boots squelching against the oddly sticky floor.

He proceeds to pick one with the subject he deemed the most healthy, a subject with only a single arm deformity. He moves the wheeled tank to one of the many, individually private, holding areas within the room, which is as equally sterile as the disinfecting room.

He punched in a string of code to start a countdown for the tank to release all of it’s contents...... He backs away, knowing what will come next.

The tank hisses air, as the glass quite literally splits open, slowly letting the clear oobleck-like liquid flow out of it. The subject begins to slump, until falling over and out completely, laying sprawled against the white floor. Lawrence watched all of this unfold, waiting.

Finally, what he was waiting for. The subject seemed to finally stir, as it vomits up the clear fluid it was once encased in, desperately trying to take it’s first breath. It seems to stop vomiting, but it also retched up a considerate amount of blood, immediately concerning Lawrence. He continues to stay still, watching to see if it can show some real motor function. The subject struggles to straighten itself, as it neck appears to have a certain lump, not seen before. Perhaps Lawrence was wrong in his judgement, he sometimes fails to take in consideration what may lie beneath ‘healthy’ subject’s internals.

Only 4 minutes has passed and the subject soon laid dead. Lawrence sighed, knowing that he’ll need to clean up that mess, and that his judgment today might’ve screwed his chances of clocking out early.

He proceeds to nudge the body for a bit, before closing up the used tank and recording the incident. He closes the private holding area, before walking back to the rest of the tanks. He stops to contemplate. Should he finish the rest and deal with their potential failure, or send them back to gestate for some more.

He re-examines the two, and proceeds to mark down the female subject to be sent back, as he doesn’t want to risk loosing them, so a few more weeks of them resting some more wouldn’t hurt.

A quick glance at the male subject next to it immediately made him realize that it should be activated. Leaving it to develop more would be a death sentence.

He moves the tank to the next holding room, straining for a bit, as it’s much more heavier than the previous one.

He punches in another string of code and was wondering how this subject would painfully fall out of it’s tank. If, it doesn’t get stuck midway though the opening glass.

Before he can even make it across the room after the activation sequence, the clear fluid gushed quickly from the tank, as the subject’s mass quickly displaced it.

It slowly slid out before falling into the floor with a resounding thud, and Lawrence become slightly more perturbed by viewing how lanky and pale it looked, outside of it’s former incasement.

It wasn’t breathing, which was somewhat good for Lawrence, for at least he doesn’t need to sweep up more blood or bile. A unharmed corpse by it’s own is much more easier to clean.

Alas, it finally gained conscious and spat out copious amounts of fluid and some bile, mainly out of the mouth that’s unfortunately placed on its neck, the others just pathetically gasped for air.

This proceeded for a few minutes, until the subject seemed to finally get a proper breathing rhythm, although they were shallow and broken. It then started to cry for a bit, typical as it’s just recovering from the slight physical trauma. It’s sobs were horrid sounding, and it spilled drool all over itself, as it shook, not in control yet of it’s body responses to such emotions. It just tightened itself up into the fetal position, as it shook while letting it’s cries reverberate through the room.

After a few more minutes of unconsoled crying, in which Lawrence all witnessed, it soon them tried to push itself off of the sticky and wet floor, soon noticing it’s copious amount of limbs. It was quickly enamored by its arms, slowly touching and feeling up each one, trying to outstretch each one, along with moving each digit on every hand. It started to cry frantically again as it’s fingers couldn’t move well, as his body is still numb in most areas. It soon began to look frantically around as it began to choke own its own tears again, until spotting Lawrence, just a few feet across him, writing down notes.

It stared at him, eyes widening as it becomes terrified, yet longing, for the scientist near him. It started to pathetically moan and scream at him, either to scare him away, or to call him closer to him.

Lawrence couldn’t tell, and was afraid to either agitate or traumatize the subject by making sudden movements.

Although he didn’t need to make a choice, as the subject soon started to move closer to him, slowly slamming it’s arms to drag itself across the room, it’s legs dragging behind, struggling to move on their own. The subject managed to make a decent display of effort, until it broke down again after just moving two feet. It laid on it’s chest, sputtering and whining as some of his arms still reached towards Lawrence, the rest of them were trying to push the rest of the body off of the ground.

Lawrence just stood there. Observing for any more signs of ‘self-motor control’ before finally moving closer. The subject seemed to cease crying as he noticed the suited man slowly walking towards him, but soon began to tremble and shake as he got a bit too close. He emitted a low whine as his eyes widened in terror as Lawrence loomed over him.

Lawrence then went down on his knees and made contact with the subject for the first time. He made sure to touch him gently, to avoid bruising it’s relatively raw flesh.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh. Shhhhhhhhhhhh. I’m here. I’m here. Shhhhhhhhhhhh.”

The subject responded with a confused murmur, as it proceeded to somewhat instinctively hug him. It’s breathing slowed, as his embrace slightly tightened.

“mmhhGghn........mmhhhHhhggAAAGhhhhhhh?.......”

“Shhhhhhhhh. No words. I’m here......”

“mmhHhh?! HhKhn........ hm........... hm...”

The two stayed stuck together for a few more minutes, as Lawrence started to slowly pat and stroke the subject’s back and head, and being pleased to see that he responded positively to it. It just babbled nonsense, and even tried to giggle at one point, showing it can express some elements of positive emotions.

But now comes the real danger.

Leaving the room.

[movedtoacolorlessworld]

have this extra thing lmao

[movedtoacolorlessworld]

HORIZON BLUE AND PROTOFLICKER FIGHTING FOR 1 PIECE OF BREAD

I DON'T HAVE A DESIGN FOR PROTOFLICKER YET SO JUST TAKE STASIS INSTEAD-

Bloody Marquis is watching all of this off-screen in absolute fear and confusion, by the way.

[movedtoacolorlessworld]

Can I request uh…. Stasis talking about airships to anyone willing to listen

ling's willing to listen just to be nice

[movedtoacolorlessworld]

"this bitch is so annoying."

— ling's thoughts the entire time this interaction happened.

(ok not really)

[movedtoacolorlessworld]

dropped everything just to doodle this out. vehicle zero in lanota plz 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

paradigm: reboot x lanota.................................?