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Description:
Discovery log:
Felix Black's "fun guys" back at it - but wait, there's more!
Containment notice: ANYONE WITHIN THE CONTAINMENT CHAMBER ARE TO BE INCINERATED! DO NOT BELIEVE THEIR CLAIMS OF BEING PERSONNEL! THEY ARE MIMICS AND IMPERSONATORS!
1 Fungal mulch, inert
2 Through anomalous means (that RPC cannot replicate due to lack of knowledge), can be reshaped to mimic clothing and a human
3 Through even more anomalous means, can be "piloted" and directed to act to a certain limit.
4 Requires a skeleton for full mobility and range of actions, otherwise can only sit still and perform actions in that area of reach.
5 First encounter - CoM kidnaps certain agents/operatives during a firefight, but those individuals are rescued very soon after so not much is thought of at the time. THEN, those individuals betray the authority and the switcheroo is revealed!
6 Buried in the mulch of one individual is a voice recorder with a file from Felix Black himself, mocking the authority and as usual speaking his sales pitch tone of improving this line of mimic-mulch.
PLOT DIRECTION:
1) note from a doctor urging the need to figure out how the "fun guys" are pulling it off - the potential of using this mould in certain risky situations without having to have personnel go in (i.e. bomb diffusal) is great
2) doctor urges for more tests on the mould. New note from site administration shooting down his budgetary requests.
3) doctor becomes more frantic and begins stressing what good this can be for mankind. Again, shot down, on basis of maintaining normalcy.
4) doctor defects to the church of malthus, claims agreement with the church's views for the betterment of mankind. Actively taunts authority personnel through his very own mould-man proxy. He is thanked for "volunteering to participate in this experiment" - which confuses and angers him - RIGHT until a kill-meme is flashed before his sight. The mould-man collapses. He is never heard from again.
Prescott's vision of the future.
Registered Phenomena Code: ???
Object Class: Alpha-Yellow
Hazard Types: Bio-Hazard
Containment Protocols: Every vial of RPC-??? is kept under cryogenic storage at Site-279, sealed in a high-security room kept under CCTV surveillance. Permission to utilize RPC-??? for experimentation must be cleared with the Research Director of RPC-???, who also sets and maintains the access passcode for the containment chamber.
RPC-???-1 instances are to be housed in an isolated CSD dormitory and kept in their own individual cells. This dormitory is to be kept clean at all times and is equipped with basic air filtration systems. Any RPC-???-1 instances who are either scheduled to be deliberately infected with a chosen disease, or acquire an illness from the background must be moved into a medical observation wing, with any resultant acquisition of new anomalous powers to be thoroughly documented.
RPC-???-1 instances who misuse any weaponizable anomalous powers may be terminated immediately.
Any confirmed sightings of PoI-???, along with any Church of Malthus operatives suspected to be working for her, are to warrant an immediate capture operation with the assistance of any and all nearby MSTs with any experience or specialization in non-lethal human captures.
Description:
1) infects the bone marrow
2) essentially "resets" the immune system - removes all immunities of past-encountered illnesses.
3) alters the metabolic system to aggressively process and destroy foreign antibiotics (both oral and IV-administered).
4) alters immune system to rapidly "forget" about denatured agents introduced as vaccines, negating their effect
5) when contracting an illness, subject must endure it in its full potency
5.5) certain ways to loophole point 5 - no antibiotics, but certain immunoboosters (viusid) and pain relief etc. are still usable
6) recovery = NEVER ever get ill to that disease again, even from mutations (influenza etc.), disease purged entirely from body.
7) enhancement = properties of pathogen seized by body, including plasmids, and integrated into biological systems, granting one powers (varies)
tetanus = super flexible limbs / ability to stiffen into unbreakable pose
rabies = berserk rage button / jaw bite strength of ~1000psi
HIV = ??? might be a bit cheaty to make this give a power of hyperadvanced immune system
Ebola = Trauma-reactive blood; rapidly scabs into body armour and jagged weapons
Influenza = Never again get the flu, ever again, including all the latest deadliest strains (HINI, Swine, Avian etc.)
Meningitis = Fortification of brain stem and spinal cord; acquires increased shock protection against concussions. Brain growth leading to enhanced intellect. Extra-protective system that guarantees powerful resistance if not immunity against future cases of meningitis regardless of different pathogen strains. New lymph node "constructed" at base of brain stem.
Bubonic plague = ??? Possible enslavement and control of fleas who bite host?
Smallpox = ???
Cholera = hyperadvanced intestines, never get sick from dirty water ever again
Yellow fever = ???
Malaria = ??? (catch enough mosquito-born diseases, generate anti-mosquito poisons in bloodstream?)
Tuberculosis = mycolic acid fortification of crucial organs and cells that further wall off from other infections and parasitism / hyperadvanced lung filtration, able to breathe toxic atmospheres?
Syphilis = ???
Leprosy = ???
Measles = ???
Hepatitis C = advanced liver with rapid detox and regenerative capability?
cancer = acquire chronological immortality as telomerase is now properly harnessed by body
Anthrax = rotting touch - spread lesions and eschars on contact
MRSA = ??? - rapidly-regenerative skin, rapid scarification followed by restoration of damaged skin (very fast-healing lesions, pimples, boils etc.)
Discovery Log: Anti-vaxxers celebrating on social media on the arrival of an "anti-vaccine" purported to undo the so-called damage of vaccines. Ambushed a courier that led to a message, that led to a second ambush of a Malthusian convoy - operatives observed to resist insane amounts of damage and badly wounded the MST before survivors pulled back and destroyed most of the contents of the convoy. A small crate of RPC-??? was found intact in the wreckage.
Dear Director of the Microbes Division and to all Directors beyond,
As discussed in previous communiques, enclosed herein is a live sample of V-5809. Expect more to arrive and reach the hands of your field teams, to trial upon themselves (should they be willing) or a member of the local populace (consent optional). Kindly remind experimenters to precisely follow all instructions as worded, as samples are incredibly sensitive and will not survive any panhandling. Include all biological data of the host, as well as the disease host is subsequently infected with as well as any potential self-development of bio-enhancements.
While designed in a strictly functional format, it would be amiss of me to dismiss any potentially artistic metaphors arising from the purpose and function of this creation.
Once upon a time antibiotics and vaccines were the saviours of humanity. So many needless deaths were prevented with their discovery and their refinement. Yet, humanity has grown too large in its complacency today. Rampant abuse of antibiotics across the medical and the agricultural sectors has led to the proliferation of resistant superbugs. In its complacency humanity primed a time bomb towards a new pandemic; a modern-day black death that shall resist most known antibiotics.
The creation of V-5809 is an exploratory message that the time is now to strip away that complacency and to bring a form of hardship back, so mankind can be reminded of the effort that it takes to excel, to depart Mother Nature's nest and stand upon the pinnacle of evolution through one's own efforts. All this, so that mankind may remember how prosper once more. Prosper, properly.
The Man of Tomorrow must be truly self-sufficient in order to seize nature by the throat, independent of these artificial concoctions.
While perhaps not ready for mass-implementation, may this humble specimen nevertheless serve as a looking glass into the Man of Tomorrow.
Juniper Prescott
Lead Director of the Viral Laboratories
Church of Malthus
A weapon of war, courtesy of CoM's Protozoal division.
N. Fowlerii that initially "eats" the brain, before BECOMING part of the brain and irreversibly merging into it and performing host functions.
When the switch is flicked, hosts turn into mindless zombies utterly lacking in free will and independent thought, and become flesh puppets to give orders to kill and fight without fear of death and pain.
PBB idiots ruin a perfectly nice thing.
Registered Phenomena Code: ???
Object Class: Beta-Yellow Beta-Orange Beta-Black
Hazard Types: Aggression, Ecological, Geological, Grouped, Incorporeal, Destabilization, Extra-Dimensional, Immeasurable, Newtonian
Containment Protocols: The corpse of PoI-??? must be suspended in the middle of a large containment chamber constructed of reinforced concrete, possessing spatial dimensions of —m x —m x —m. The corpse is held in place by 4 carbyne fiber cables possessing diameters of 2mm, tethered to the 4 upper corners of the room. The sides of the room is lined with firing ports that allow security personnel to aim weaponry through.
A sentry turret is installed on each wall corner of the chamber. In event of a ???-ß event estimated to occur once every month, the room must not be entered until the turrets have finished firing and once personnel have visually confirmed the expiry of all ???-ß instances. Once the event concludes, the turrets, RPC-???'s cabling, the walls and the doors are to be inspected for any repair and maintenance needs.
In the approach of an ???-Ω event, the sentry turrets should be powered down and no personnel are allowed into the chamber on pain of death. Any testing or interaction with ???-Ω is outright forbidden. Personnel are not to engage ???-Ω, and must wait until the event has concluded.
Description: RPC-??? is the current active designation of a PoI-???, a male human of seemingly Eurasian descent who lacks any form of identification. RPC-??? is deceased, the cause of death being ballistic trauma. A high-velocity projectile of custom make penetrated RPC-???'s right parietal bone and exited through the left temporal bone, causing instant death as well as fragmenting the right cranial region into several non-anomalous pieces. RPC-???'s body otherwise displays no unusual traits, apart from a slowed rate of decomposition. The corpse is not subject to gravity, and will remain "frozen" in the last position it had been manually moved to.
PoI-???'s original anomalous trait was an alleged ability to traverse dimensions, which PoI-??? had expressed proficiency of. Upon PoI-???'s termination and reclassification to RPC-???, it now acts as a periodic gateway to an unknown dimension. During these events, a 4 meter area surrounding RPC-??? inverts and releases numerous organisms termed ???-ß. These entities display signs of mania/hysteria/frenzy, attempting to assault all living personnel in the vicinity before expiring. Organisms are wildly random in appearance, possessing a multitude of limbs and illogical morphologies. It is believed that said organisms are "allergic" to the ACS of our universe and are involuntarily drawn through the portal before expiring, being made to mutate or fuse together through an unknown process before being ejected into this baseline reality. Most beta instances expire over time, but several prove resilient enough to last for hours and require manual termination before they do any further damage. The corpses of most instances are observed to dissipate and dissolve into nothingness, but an occasional physical remnant may persist for study; analysis of such bone-like remains indicate crystalline-based lifeforms that utilize other elements such as silicon within their biologies.
Once every ??? an incident termed ???-omega initiates; an entity named ???-omega manifests in a 40-meter ball surrounding RPC-???. ???-omega possesses a metametric body whose appearance bears similarity to arthropods of the Chilopoda class. No discernible head or tail has been sighted to this day, with PoI-??? having described it as being of infinite length. ???-omega will proceed to silently surround and "swim" about RPC-??? for the next few hours until demanifestation. ???-omega is incorporeal and ethereal, immune to any form of damage. It is unresponsive to all external stimuli, but any contact with physical objects will cause it to gradually manifest into a physical form. As this happens, the local ACS scale fails as surroundings appear to "stretch" and enter ???-omega, being apparently absorbed and causing a positive feedback loop where increased material contact causes it to manifest further, which causes the local surrounding warp radius to grow further, so on and so forth. It is believed that with enough physical contact ???-omega may fully manifest and destroy the entire planet through catastrophic failure of reality.
Discovery log: PoI-??? originally hailed the RPC Authority of his own volition, hailing a front company belonging to the RPCA.
Hello, how may I help you?
I need to speak to your leaders. Not the guy in this building, his bosses. The real ones behind the scenes.
I'm sorry?
This is an emergency. You are looking at a… purple? Black? Black-class end-of-the-world scenario! Send an MST to pick me up as soon as you can!
I'm sorry, Sir. Can you elaborate on this?
I'm an anomalous human with extra-dimensional powers and I need to be taken in as soon as possible for the good of this planet… And my life.
How can we be sure of that?
[ SENSITIVE INFORMATION REDACTED ]
I… see. I'll pass the information along.
Hurry, please.
Oh, god, finally. Never thought I'd say this, but hel-lo Authority!
Why have you contacted us, how did you get this information, and why should we believe your story?
To answer the first two: Because you're not the first RPC I've tangoed with. I've been followed, interviewed, chased in some of the other Earths I've visited, but here's where I have to give up the gig.
What is "The gig"?
My profession! My hobby, my passion. I'm a traveler. Me and a few others. I'm from another Earth, and I travel across the folds to go wherever I please. But my time's up, I have to stop. I urgently need help to be properly retired from this profession and only the Authority has the power to help me with this.
Why would you surrender to us, then?
Because your dimension is the furthest away from that thing.
Thing?
It's… It's hard to describe. The folds are populated by extradimensional critters and lifeforms, but that thing, it's like an apex predator. Imagine a centipede, right? Now imagine it's as wide as a street and that its body goes on FOREVER! And it's got my scent, and it's been chasing me through all the dimensions and it won't stop and I'm so tired so please-
Calm down, sir. We'll look into this and we'll get you sorted out.
Oh, thank you, thank you! I don't care if you keep me locked up for good or you wipe all my memories and turn me into an average joe. In all my encounters, I seen that everything you do is for the best of mankind. Hell, I'll even tell you everything I know of my explorations before you do what you gotta do. I'll hold nothing back. Promise.
Good to know. You've got nothing to worry about. We'll swing by in less than a day.
Thank you!
You're welcome.
Incident 3? Body temporarily loses immobilized state and falls to floor, causing an emergency to quickly suspend the corpse back into the middle of the room via cabling. Thankfully, neither a beta or omega event occurs during modifications.
1 A man who can choose to jump dimensions. Not native to this world.
2 Contacts RPC for help to find a way to lose his dimensional hopping capability - apparently he's attracted the attention of something "centipede-like, without any end or tail or ass that I can see" that's been chasing him through all the dimensions, hypothesizes that it's some sort of guardian entity that noticed his "dimensional jaywalking" or just a giant-as-fuck predator who eats whatever it notices
3 Right as he leaves the hotel he's staying in to enter the RPC van, Project Blue Books snipes and headshots him.
4 Death throes freezes his corpse in place, turning it into a sort of periodic portal that spews out all sorts of indescribable things.
5 Initially containment had to be at that spot, but reality specialists managed to unfreeze his corpse to take it to a site where it's now suspended in the middle of a gigantic room that's surrounded by sentry guns.
6 Periodically, the space around the corpse shimmers with the silhouette of something extremely gigantic and centipede-like swimming around the corpse, and all have to pray it does not notice this dimension and enter
7 Two choices for PBB's response: Either 1) A fucking juvenile message from PBB in response to this clusterfuck who refuses to admit their fuckup, instead saying if only RPC let them fully destroy the corpse this wouldn't have happened, or 2) A bit of apologetic remedial action on their part to help with unfreezing the corpse, or a mix of both
8 The entity that occasionally swims around corpse increasingly solidifies the longer it passes through more solid matter. Reality in the surrounding area collapses and implodes the more it solidifies. When it was figured out Agent (name) sacrificed himself to hook the cable to the unfrozen corpse to get it airlifted away. Containment measures updated. to suspend the corpse in the middle of a huge empty room, held in place by 4 very thin graphite cables (backup cables in case one breaks, as little matter as possible to minimize any possible solidification in event of the huge thing returning).
Neutralization protocols are being proposed.
Demands for the extradition and trial of the Blue Book sniper bearing responsibility for the escalation of RPC-??? events has been ignored thus far.
(Feedback from Lupin: Make it more justifiable that PBB terminated the guy. Probably on account of WILLINGLY ATTRACTING A GIGANTIC EXTRADIMENSIONAL THREAT TO THIS DIMENSION AND PLANET?)
HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS-
WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE? WHAT YOU THINK YOU DOING!?
ARE YOU TRYING TO DO THE BAD!?
ONLY I, RATTLEJEK, CAN DO THE BAD!
HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS-
Registered Phenomena Code: ???
Object Class: Gamma-Red
Hazards: Aggression, Ballistic, Climatological, Sapient
Containment Protocols: Any intercepted communiques belonging to the GoI "Kabushiki Kawaii" should also be analyzed for any code words pertaining to RPC-???, its current standing with the GoI, its location as well as assets provided by Kabushiki Kawaii up to potential transportation, armaments, residences, hideaways, personnel and any other properties.
RPC-??? itself remains uncontained due to a dual factor of being highly dangerous, always on the move due to its assigned tasks, as well as being surrounded by a squad of armed and trained Kabushiki Kawaii enforcers which it has direct command over. Absolutely NO field personnel are to engage RPC-??? at all costs; containment attempts are to be conducted by a mixture of available MST teams working together, all suited to the task of urban combat vs. a coordinated combination of RPC-???'s anomalous attacks supported by conventional trained human combatants.
Description: RPC-? is an avian entity of the Corvus genus, bearing an unusual size of 4ft 8 inches. It is seldom seen in this form, instead preferring to manifest in the guise of a slim and fit white-haired Japanese male in his 50s. RPC-? bears a preference for white clothing, and as an adaptation to modern fashion trends is always seen wearing a white single suit or a white trenchcoat. Beneath this it wears a black undershirt, either as a V-neck shirt or a partially unbuttoned shirt. Its preferences are similar to the fashion trends within Japan's criminal underground network.
RPC-? may choose to voluntarily manifest avian wings to hover from its back, allowing for a slight gap for clothing to fit between its back and the wings. These wings grant it flight capability as well as allowing for bursts of speed and extreme leaps with an estimated 0-to-80km/h time of 0.4 seconds. The wings are also capable of serving as bludgeoning limbs, as well as its feathers gaining the capability of tearing through solid wood. It is unknown if this ability is innate to RPC-?'s kind, or if it is manually applied as a temporary anomalous enhancement.
RPC-? possesses high levels of misanthropy, generally viewing humans as prey and playthings beneath its dignity to interact with. It is willing to exert lethal force in any disagreements or conflict. Kabushiki Kawaii takes advantage of this by employing it as an enforcer, sending it as a warning message to clientele who have broken any of KK's major terms of service.
While in command of squad, despite misanthropic views, will not recklessly expend lives. Will charge in and ensure all combatants can be retrieved or evacuated. As a result, this inspires fierce loyalty from squad. Any squad member left back understood that the time has come to make a sacrifice, and usually winds up in a "last stand" role to fight to the death.
Armament: one anomalous katana of impossible hardness and sharpness, impossibly light "like a feather".
one anomalous fan capable of generating impossible gusts
one custom uzi with a oni's head sculpted upon the barrel: horns act as sights, otherwise mundane weapon. Personal attendant supplies RPC-??? with reloads and specialized ammunition supplied via particular phrasing (incendiary (I want to rain fire), piercing (anti-armour), hollow-point (I want their flesh to suffer)
Lima-5 log
My employers call you dogs. It's quite a fitting metaphor, really. Once I fought wolves. Real warriors who knew how to be monsters. My men and I slaughtered them wholesale, and I wore a cape made of their hides!
And now here I am, reduced to being tasked by insects… with killing insects. But occasionally, I get to kill dogs like you. The closest I'll ever get to a real fight these days.
But enough about them, let's have a man-to-man. Kabushiki Kawaii would like me to interrogate you, get you to spill your secrets… but you know what? Secrets be damned, I just want to have some entertainment for once.
How many more times can you take this, I wonder?
How will you die first? Will you gradually suffocate as the wind rips the air from your breaths? Or will one of my catches finally snap your strained neck? Which one, which one…
Oh? What's this? You have a last trick up your sleeve? Go on, pull the trigger. Shoot me. Let's see how far that would take you.
[ Gunshot ]
So. The bullet was for you, not me. Smart move.
<Sighs> There's just no enjoying oneself these days.
[Wind tearing sounds before impact upon floor]
Theta-Red
All I have left is shame.
Self-contained, wandering Siberian region. Avoids human settlements. Occasionally hunts deer. Dangerous to approach, will fight other predators. Siberian wolves have a mixed reaction to its prescence, either avoiding it, challenging it (and getting killed to death) or attempting to follow it (eventually ends in seperation).
Manifests as a heavily scarred man if humans are near. Will scowl and warn off human travelers to go back to the safety of their homes (This is no place for your kind). Will kill and eat humans who threaten it with legitimate dangerous methods (i.e. pointing a gun at it).
May be the very same wolf from Tsarevitch Ivan, the Firebird and the Gray Wolf. Supposedly was recanting the tale in a first-person narrative to a lost child while bringing the child to the closest village.
In which KK reveals they still have lines drawn, even if it's for the sake of maintaining the profit margin.
Object Class: Alpha-Purple
Hazards: Emotional, Ideological, Mind-Control, Sensory
Containment Protocols: 1) removed of all batteries and power sources. 2) Strapped to a high-fragmentation device and secured inside a max-security containment safe. 3) Rig the bomb to explode if the incorrect password is inserted OR if the contents are tampered with without the explicit unlocking and opening of the door. Split the password in half between two managing research directors who are not allowed to know of the other half. A new password is generated on a monthly basis. 4) The safe is to be lowered down a half-kilometer mine shaft, site-082 being beyond its radius.
Description: An orb that shuts down the empathy centers in the brains of all humans in a half-kilometer radius. Allows public acts of decency and degeneracy without causing any reaction.
Created by a sick man who has fetishes and fantasies regarding the murder of Junko Furuta, idolizing the 4 boys who kidnapped and brutally tortured her to death over 2 months while getting hundreds of other men and women to join in. Initially secures funding from Kabushiki Kawaii who planned to market his product for public exhibitionism/indecency, but when they realized the scope of his creation and that it was created more to satisfy his own fetishes than it was to create any profit margin they sent in men with bats to bludgeon him to death, with a retirement notice nailed to his corpse saying that his creation would have bled KK of more money than it would make back.
Turns out to have survived the beating. In an Authority ambulance on the way back to a local outpost, the miserable man harps that this level of pain and agony, Junko must have felt it too. Feels that it brings him closer to Junko, and begins to get visibly aroused, before spasming and orgasming one last time while calling out Jō Ogura's name, pelvic thrusting and ejaculating one last time before finally dying. Personnel visibly sickened. Semen stains match those on journal.
Aah, Junko-chan, how adorable your misery must have looked as you slowly rotted to death~
Jō-sama, please, let this lowly maggot clean your [REDACTED] with my [REDACTED], Jō, Jō, Jō, Jō, Jō, Jō-
*the word "Junko" and "Jō" repeats until it turns into an illegible scrawl, followed by semen stains
^Exerpt from the inventor's diary
Let this object be a reminder to us that sometimes, the true horror hides within the mind of man.
Registered Phenomena Code:
Object Class: Beta-Red
Hazards: Aggression, Auditory, Contact, Emotional, Grouped, Ideological, Mind-Control, Psychotronic, Sapient, Visual
Containment Protocols: RPC-? is housed in a humanoid containment cell, modified for complete soundproofing of the interior. One wall features a vacuum-insulated mirrored window that connects into an adjacent observation room. The cell features a single microphone facing away from the window for RPC-? to speak into during interviews and requests, passing through an autotune filter that modifies RPC-?'s verbal message to guarantee total nullification of its anomalous effect.
RPC-? wears a tranq-collar at all times with an installed microphone. Said microphone measures whether the RPC's throat vibrates past a certain pitch and/or decibel limit, which upon activation injects 200mg of Phenobarbital into an ascending jugular. This renders RPC-? unconscious within an estimated margin of <5 seconds, neutralizing any buildup of its anomalous effect.
Whenever RPC-? is transported out of its cell, it must be physically gagged with tinted goggles firmly strapped onto its eyes. It must be escorted by deaf/temporarily deafened personnel trained to communicate via sign language. Under no circumstance are any personnel to attempt any form of communication with RPC-?, including eye contact. Finally, RPC-?'s hands must be restrained in fully-encapsulating mitts at all times when out of its cell.
RPC-? is interviewed on a weekly basis. As a reward for good behaviour it may be entitled to a game of chess, an approved book or a debate against a CSD-class not affiliated with the RPC Authority.
Any personnel suspected of interacting with RPC-? outside of approved conduct methods are to be placed under silent observation for any signs of suspicious behaviour. Any proof of ideological shifts, especially intentions to release or aid RPC-? warrants an immediate capture of the personnel, followed by interrogation and forced amnesticization.
Description: RPC-? is the designation of an anomalous humanoid male confirmed to be under the employ of antagonistic GoI "The Righteous Central Protection Authority" (RCPA), itself an alternate reality version of the RPC Authority situated within dimension ALTR-XRR9. RPC-? belongs to the RCPA's "Liberator" sub-variant of the "Protector-Class" line of anomalously-empowered personnel. RPC-?'s serial number, tattooed upon its left shoulder, identifies it as B84-#021; Number 21 of Batch 84. It is unknown how many "Liberators" currently exist, but assuming each batch features a maximum of 21 "Liberators" and that batch 84 is the latest, there is a minimum estimate of 1764 such individuals being created.
All present data on RPC-?'s role suggests its kind are primarily created to act in the role of commissarial enforcers, their anomalous powers boosting the morale of loyal RCPA personnel while assisting in the rooting out of dissent and hunting down traitors/spies within the ranks.
Current observations have documented personnel who hear RPC-?'s voice experience fear inhibition and increased cooperation/hostility against enemies of the RCP Authority. Personnel harboring doubts and/or external agendas appear negatively impacted by RPC-?'s presence, compelled to recoil or display identifiable fear patterns. RPC-? is capable of sensing emotions and intents within an unspecified radius of itself, and upon detecting poor morale will immediately set upon affected personnel, maintaining eye contact while directly beseeching and reminding them of their duty. This appears to galvanize targeted personnel back into standard traits of loyalty and zeal towards the RCP Authority.
Due to overlaps between the RPC and RCP Authorities, RPC-?'s effects also extends towards RPC personnel. It takes advantage of this to forcibly manipulate RPC personnel towards the service of the RCP Authority, frequently citing the need for proactive anomalous defense methods against a myriad of ever-escalating threats.
Discovery log: On June 201█, Authority assets detected a brief and sudden surge in ACS instability upon the island of Saboga, based in Panama. Aerial surveillance revealed the sudden appearance of a facility owned by "Paradise Foods Warehousing", a company not known to exist. Despite being closed and locked, advanced thermal scans revealed extensive activity beneath the facility exterior indicative of an underground facility. Field agents were subsequently deployed.
Agent: Amp's picking up footsteps and sounds of talking, but it's all faint. This thing's got an effective range of 1km and I'm about half of that, which only means one thing: It's all taking place underground. There's definitely something going on beneath that building.
Guard: Hey! You there! <Buzzing sounds of stun baton activation> This is private property! Halt and submit yourself for detainment and questioning.
Agent: <Notes RPC-like vestments> Hey hey wait, relax. There's been a mistake, we're on the same team! Here, I'm a field agent, not some lost tourist. <Agent pulls out and presents his RPC ID>
Guard: Oh… Oh! That's a relief. Here's my badge. <Presents own RPC ID> Let me call it in. <Speaks into radio> *Stand down: Mistaken identity.* Okay, follow me and I'll let you in.
Agent: Don't you just love false positives? <Laughs> Say, were you guys running something extra confidential here? Teleportation trick gone wrong?
Guard: <Laughs> You could say tha-nuh!
<Sounds of Agent rifling through the unconscious guard's vestments>
Agent: Badge my ass, that format's been outdated since the mid-2000s. Need a look at his actual ID and… Oh hell.
<Agent breaks into a run.>
Agent: Downside-ups! It all makes sense now: it's the [EXPLETIVE] Downside-ups! They're building a beachhead here!
That thing he said into his walkie-talkie? "Stand down"? "Mistaken identity"? All that, my ass! They're all riled up! It was a code phrase to put the base on high alert! They were expecting us!
They're coming out of the fucking ground! They've tunneled out near half the damn island-
We've got you surrounded! Stand down!
Sudden unstable ACS region -> discovery of warehouse that wasn't there before, combined with thermal scans suggesting underground bunker concealed beneath it -> investigation results in capture -> MST scrambled, enemies revealed to be RCPA. Captured personnel also participating in defense effort, anomalously-induced Stockholm Syndrome suspected. Necessitating escalation in damage and destruction of area, including bombardment -> Megaphone can be heard blaring out lines, with RCPA combatants fighting fiercer in closer vicinity. Liberator sighted speaking through megaphone with RPC personnel acting as his bodyguards as he has "placed my trust" in them. While initially on the front lines, he then falls back to access the site's entire PA system, presumably to galvanize the entire site. -> lucky bombardment causes parts of installation to cave in. Voice immediately silences, RCPA combatants neutralized or captured or escaped. -> Digging through the wreckage and tracing the megaphone lines finds the Liberator in the command room, knocked out by rubble. Treated for concussion and head injury.
RCPA "Protector-class" individual
M-class (that stands for mind/mental) "Liberator"
his job is to stare you in the eyes, and liberate you from the poison of doubt, relieve you of the burden of free will and individual thought
and solidify your conviction and devotion to Righteousness with the roaring words of his own fiery rhetoric
Aggression, Psychotronic, Sapient, Contact Hazard, Auditory Hazard, Emotional Hazard, Ideological Hazard, Mind-Control Hazard, Visual Hazard
BE LIBERATED FROM THE POISON OF DISOBEDIENCE!
KNOW FREEDOM FROM THE TYRANNY OF DOUBT!
EXPERIENCE THE CATHARSIS OF SINGLE-MINDED DUTY!
REBEL AGAINST THE OPPRESSION OF FREE WILL!
RAGE AGAINST THE ANARCHY OF INDIVIDUALITY!
THROUGH ORDER, SALVATION!
THROUGH DUTY, FREEDOM!
THROUGH OPPRESSION, LIBERATION!
^Dialogue recorded during a pushback against RCP-spearheaded interdimensional assault
Rejoice, Field Commander! We have seen fit to grace your forward operations base with your very own M-Class Liberator!
Avail yourself of worries; the presence of Liberator B84-#021 bears no implication whatsoever that your squadron's faith has been found wanting.
In addition following to your own orders, 84/21 has his own set of tasks as assigned by us. As you are mounting an expedition into that alternate reality, conflict with our erstwhile yet stubbornly-backwards counterparts may very well be inevitable.
Given similar overlaps between our organizations, he will be trialing his expertise towards aiding our misguided brothers and sisters in seeing the light, and will report back to us on his findings. As such, you are to prioritize the live capture of personnel and operatives from the "RPC Authority" wherever they may be encountered. As unharmed as possible, of course. Harmed captives naturally make for harder conversions, accident or not…
We hope you understand the gravity of this task, and its vital importance towards all our goals.
Praise in our vigil,
Deacon ███████
3-ish interviews planned, two with him and one with one of the captured RPC MSTs that he brainwashed during the operation
going over about how the moment he seized her shoulders and stared into her eyes and yelled at her, she felt so righteously angry, as if there was just so much wrong with the world that she was just made aware of, and that she wanted to hurt something for the greater good
My loyalty is to the Authority that proves itself true through the righteousness of its deeds and accomplishments, not this underbudgeted… short-reaching… pussyfooting… parody!
"It is only a matter of time that your own Authority follows the footsteps of the Righteous. Whether I live to see it happen or not is irrelevant."
"There is only so much of this dishonorable charade of pretense that you can skulk under. Day by day, old horrors are unearthed and reawakened while new anomalies are produced by the hands of the paranormal… And those of humans. How many world-ending threats can you truly afford to juggle before the veil of secrecy is finally, irreversibly rent asunder? How will you fare when the furious ignorant masses beat down upon you for daring to safeguard such forbidden temptations from them?"
"You must understand this: We are not your enemies. We see you as… a misguided younger sibling. We have our differences but we are interested in the wellbeing of your own world as much as we are ours. Is it not the same for you? We want to help you find your way through the coming storms with a minimum of loss."
"I have a feeling I know what your response will be. 'We will be better than you, we don't need the anomalous to protect the world.' Perhaps, but would you rather save a thousand lives, or a million? Degree of success is an important consideration to factor in as well. We understand the gravitas of this line of thought… We were just like you, once upon a time. But we broke when too many died, when the world burned and cracked asunder… And when we broke, we were reborn Righteous. You too can be Righteous, just like us… It's never too late."
"We stood at the brink of doom and said, 'no more'! There is no enemy deadlier to mankind than man itself, and if that's what it takes to keep us all safe, then so be it."
What is your name?
You refer to my legal birth name as assigned by a parent or guardian, correct?
That is correct.
I do not remember it.
You were amnescitized?
I chose to be. I am 84/21 now, and that is all I need to be.
You chose to forget? Why?
It is our pledge to take on new lives as the beings we voluntarily choose to become, alongside the powers and burdens we choose to carry. Names and memories of who we once were are the marks of the civilian and the unpowered… A fragment of sentimentalities past that we must let go of to be strong, remain strong.
Can you tell us anything about how your powers work, or how it was put into you?
[ RPC-? bursts into laughter. ]
Answer the question, ?.
[ RPC-? continues laughing. ]
What's so funny, ??
RPC-?: Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, it's just… do you realize how ridiculous you sound?
Care to explain?
RPC-?: Let me put it this way: Is a car supposed to know how it runs?
Are we to interpret that response as you legitimately not knowing how your powers works? We would rather not vivisect you to find out.
RPC-?: I'm surprised you're only just considering that decision. Were the roles reversed, I'm sure, the RCP would have already finished cutting me open by now. No fuss, no muss, no silly pretenses of 'ethics'. Straight to the point. Could you blame us? No, the answer is 'I don't know'. Not my job to know, never was.
Surely you have to have some cursory knowledge on your powers. What if something goes wrong and it malfunctions?
RPC-?: Report myself to an Authority repair center for servicing, what else?
And what if you're in the middle of a warzone?
RPC-?: That's what a field technician is for, obviously.
In contrast to RPC-068, attempts to deradicalize RPC-? has been met with universal failure. As a morale enforcement officer, it would appear that RPC-? has been indoctrinated against counter-indoctrination and "mental subversion" techniques.
because as his job is literally to seek and destroy dissent/doubt/disloyalty, so too has he been hardwired to detect and resist all attempts at mental subversion
incident 1: He activates sleeper agents he managed to slowly influence through subtle voice gestures/eye contact/etc. to release him in a bid to convert the site into fanatical RCP soldiers, is successfully stopped by deafened personnel. As a coup de grace, the Liberator gets knocked out by a punch from his own personal head interviewer/psychiatrist, right as they were locking eyes and hands and the Liberator was doing everything he could to turn the interviewer. The last thing he heard before his lights got knocked out was, "Thanks. I really needed that."
a very quiet Liberator later asks, "How."
the Interviewer said that the Liberator handed the keys to him in all these interviews. "We are the same, you and I", "Our Authorities are not so different", "We are much more similar than we care to admit" and so on. the interviewer used that logic at the same time that the Liberator was purging his mind of dissent to draw the conclusion that ergo, RCP = RPC, and that he and the Liberator are already working on the same goals - all he then had to do was draw the conclusion that as the RCP has no standing in this world, therefore priority of law and procedure falls to the way of the RPC- which meant that the Liberator was in the wrong here, filling said interview with so much "Righteous Rage" that he even damaged his hand clocking out the imprisoned RCP that hard.
which effectively allowed him to mentally dodge the Liberator's controlling effect and knock out the would-be revolutionary.
this revelation causes the Liberator to "Heh." at the irony of it all, and for the first time in his life, came his closest to ever briefly experiencing doubt
"You would make a very fine Regulator, doctor."
"Thank you, but I'll have to pass on that offer."
incident 2: In an interview he mocks the interviewers for allowing a parasite among their midst and chastizes the RPC's lax screening protocols - a barely-concealed insult towards one of the interviewers who is in fact a mole working for <insert hostile organization - GARD?>.
Note: Liberator begins displaying restlessness before the interview begins, as interviewers are entering the room. Initiates interview before the interviewers.
L: What is the meaning of this, gathering before me in the manner that you currently are? Are you insulting me with this display? Is this some sort of experiment, are you testing me?
This is just an interview, ?, not an experiment.
L: I'm not talking about the interview! I'm talking about your lax protocols! What is your PPCS, your Pest Prevention and Control Scheme? It's not being exercised! I'm sure, you DO have one in place, correct? Even if you are the backwards Authority, that has to be at least a base minimum requirement for an organization of our caliber!
Excuse us? You have a pest issue?
L: Yes! There is a rat in the premises. I can sense it!
How? There should be no way for you to detect any pests. Your cell is sealed up with no cracks or fissures.
L: And yet I ca-agh, you fools cannot grasp metaphor. Allow me to elucidate as best as I can.
[ Begins pacing the cell ]
L: It scurried in through open and welcoming doorways. It skitters about in plain sight under the skin and fur of others, looking as if a member of the herd. And yet, its nose twitches, sniffing for the cheese of secrets! It looks for the rope holding this place together, to bite through to bring about disaster! And here it is, its undeniable and insufferable sniffing fixated towards me- You can hide from the others, but you can't hide from me. I see you for what you are-
I don't quite understand what he's getting at. Maintenance reports no pest issues as of this moment. Terminate the interview.
The mole, now highly agitated, attempts to neutralize the Liberator before he can fully rat the mole out by loading cyanide into his air filtration system, but is suspected just in the nick of time, caught, stopped and killed/captured. In the follow-up interview, says that he can sense truly traitorous intentions without needing sight or sound. Ultimately re-states that he, and by extension the RCP, is NOT the RPC's enemy, and to consider the good that can come from a true union.
Seeking out low morale or faith our core function. By extension, it makes us very alert towards treachery… I don't have to see listen to a traitor or spy, I can literally sense one. Your barriers can't stop me there.
So… you helped us.
Not exactly, I just can't stand the idea of the absolute chaos that would have ensured had that spy continued on as-is.
But you yourself caused chaos when you broke out earlier.
That wasn't chaos, that was supposed to be… an orderly succession of control. Your childish disobedience what caused the havoc.
I managed to read some of your files while I had temporarily access, by the way. Very, very underwhelming AAD you have there…
AAD? What's that?
<Pinches brow> You really are so backwards and unprepared to not even come up with the concept of AAD! Anomalous Armoured Division. I mean, look at this! Only one-third of a Conqueror-class Land Vessel, one traumatized mobile forge… I'm talking about RCP- excuse me, RPC-368 and 417, respectively.
You field those things?
And we are unstoppable for it! Unlike your tragic and pitiable scraps, we field at least ten of those per continent!
Ten of both, or ten in total?
Hey, I'm not cleared to know which.
Sentimentality, sadness.
The remains of a forest of peaceful individuals burned down by Project Blue Book flamethrowers?
A beautiful flower planted in the ashes of ruin? Tears?
"I do not have to be an oracle, to know your band of murderers will face justice someday."
"Silence! What does a walking, talking plant know of justice!?"
"Behind this bark beats a human heart, as human as yours, and as human as all the others you murdered with flame."
"Shut up! We are righteous and pure! We will never believe the lies of a freak who's given himself over to unusuality!"
"Know that you and your team leave the ruins of this grove with the deaths of the young, the old, the infirm and the peaceful sooted over your hands and bodies!"
"Shut. Up."
"Live with human blood on your hands for the rest of your days, murderer."
"SHUT UP! bashing sounds of gun stock used as bludgeon SHUT UP! bashing continues SHUT UP! bashing continues SHUT UP! bashing continues SHUT UP! bashing continues"
Be like the phoenix. Rise again amidst the ashes and the flames.
Something Juniper cooked up for agents who frequent high-risk-of-death operations.
The tyrant in the pages seeks to break free! Who will stop him, once and for all?
A pristine meeting room in an abandoned silver-age comics office with an anomalous manuscript that sucks in anyone who's in the room during its activation event which the manuscript then spits out a new comic with the victim converted into a superhero equivalent
The problem is the story continuity within the manuscript has a Thanos/Darkseid tier villain who has learned of this "other world" and is actively trying to break free of the manuscript to conquer it
So CSDs or agents or enemy prisoners are sent into the room to get converted into heroes/villains to hold the mega bad guy back - most of the issues end in the death or capture of the converted individual
No staff is permitted to enter after the room suddenly activated and sucked a researcher into the manuscript, who then became a prisoner and interrogated by the villain for knowledge of this world
ID |
Crime (If applicable) |
RPC-? ID |
Superpower |
Fate |
Notes |
CSD-? |
Abduction, sexual abuse of minor, murder |
"The Diddler" |
De-aging of selected target |
Slowly dismembered over two issues |
Instead of the standard despairing reaction, witnesses were applauding a de-aged RPC-?-Ω's slaying of CSD-?. All victims of CSD-?'s powers reverted to their normal age upon his death. |
CSD-? |
Member of the Church of Malthus |
"Darwin's Hand" |
Rapid absorption of biomatter, biological weapon formation |
Deceased |
Ignored orders to combat RPC-?-Ω, treated RPC-?'s city setting as a playground for his Darwinistic fantasies and forced citizens to fight for their lives in a might-makes-right method of government. Upon RPC-?-Ω's approach, proceeded to consume and absorb every civilian within grasp to power up. RPC-?-Ω would wait patiently, asking periodically asking CSD-? if he is done. Upon combat, instantly incinerated by RPC-?-Ω's "Doom Hands" attack. |
CSD-? |
Unsanctioned executions of captive RPC personnel. Dishonorably discharged by Project Blue Book, sentenced to expatriation to the RPC as a CSD-class. |
"The Equalizer" |
No powers, relies on firearms and tactics |
Alive |
Ignored orders to combat RPC-?-Ω, hunts any individual perceived to host superpowers. Successfully escaped the RPC-?-Ω encounter, now randomly shows up in issues as a wild card to either combat RPC-?-Ω or the character of the day. |
Researcher ? |
No crime. Suffering from terminal-stage cancer, requests to be euthanized in this manner. |
"The Alchemist" |
Matter alteration |
Deceased |
Successfully disintegrated RPC-?-Ω, only for the entity to spontaneously reform itself through sheer force of will. Mocks ? as "an inferior knockoff of Molecular Mage" before terminating him. |
The RPC winds up passing a motion to stop sending in very depraved individuals after it genuinely pisses off the comic community and the mega villain manages to spin it as propaganda to invade the other world in retaliation
So the people they send in now are CSDs who want a genuine shot at a new life to redeem themselves in by doing the right thing or agents who are dying and want to go out with a bang rather than wither away on a deathbed
The RPC once purpose trained one agent to be a near-flawless fighter to kill the tyrant - didn't work out.
Origin of this room was some guy who desperately wanted to 1-up Stan Lee, used anomalous methods to generate a self-growing comic world - realized too late that one of the villains became too powerful and unstoppable
Fate unknown, implied he tried to destroy his building to end the manuscript and the villain
Suggest that he had ties to LA Academia to get the anomalous materials to make this?
Hope yet remains, the superman analogue who is the villain's greatest nemesis and one of the first creations of the manuscript is hinted to be actually alive but in hiding, presumed badly wounded but recovering - one cliffhanger issue where the blue book guy tracks him down and presses a barrel to his head while the hero does not resist, the issue ends abruptly as he questions himself what takes precedence: his 'no exceptions' belief, or the need to spare this guy to possibly save all existence
"Heroes are sent in, they try their best to defeat him but in reality they only are buying time for the real hero to return"
Heroes, rather - one is "trapped in between the comic panels, like trapped in the white space in-between panels and he can't get back in"
When the villain realizes before the others of the comic book nature of their setting and exploits this fourth wall breach to seemingly permanently seal out "Mister Immortal", or "Unkillable Nuisance/Indestructible Cockroach" as the villain called him
"WE ARE THIS WORLD'S LAST HOPE AND YOURS TOO"
"THE OTHERS YET LIVE"
"ISSUE 1 TO SEE THE REST OF THE CAST"
Captain Liberty, Mister Immortal, Valk-queen, need to come up with other silver age hero names
"At last, Captain Liberty, I hold your weakness in my hand! Despair, for your powers fail before the glow of - THE CRYSTAL OF DESPAIR!" - The villain on one cover
The aesthetics and writing of the comics change with each era - silver age, gold age, modern
Issue 1 intros:
"I am Mister Immortal! I have drunk from the stars of Ganymede and bore the weight of five worlds for twenty days and ninety nights! Evil exhausts itself battering at my body, as I continue to endure!"
"I am Captain Liberty, chosen of the Light of Ghralahad! For as long as a single living being in this universe dreams of hope, justice and freedom, I will always live to fight for a better tomorrow!"
"I am Valk-Queen, successor to the throne of Ysgard and hidden daughter of Odin no longer! Thunder be my right hand, lightning be my left! By my sword, we are freed from the cycle of Ragnarok!"
"I am Madame Mystery, Mistress of Magic! My sight makes the antiquated the anticipated, the obscure the obvious! Safe we are by my side from the malevolent members of the magical world!"
"I am Molecular Mage, scientific sibling of Madame Mystery! My hypervision lets me see the bonds between the very atoms! My mastery over chemistry and physics makes the impossible possible!"
ALL FLEET! OPEN FIRE! TERRA INVICTA!
Assailants undamaged!
We're being hailed!
It's a trick! Prep the next salvo!
New combatants have appeared! A fleet of unknown make and design not matching these other two!
More enemies of mankind to destroy! Fire at will!
We are unamused.
Dear humanity,
If you are going to send your own kind into space, kindly refrain from nominating the most bloodthirsty, aggressively narrow-minded members of your species to be the first to do so.
To use the most suitable metaphor based on data extracted from the minds of these individuals, what they did is akin to an angry hamster charging into a herd of migrating elephants.
All they accomplished was slowing a trade convoy between two other space-faring species, and slowing down the stock exchange between these two by an estimated 0.00000256% due to unexpected delays.
Consider yourselves lucky that we have been notified of your species' potential by a wandering construct of yours, so we know the actions of these individuals are not representative of the entirety of your race. We have ensured the actions of that time frame was not to be considered a declaration of war by the member species of the interrupted envoy.
In the meantime, consider the fate of these "Blue Book" combatants to be a punishment of humiliation. Let this serve as a lesson to their organization to not cross the stars once more whilst itching for a fight.
1) blue book fleet encounters fleet of alien ships
2) blue book, being blue book, decides to attack and destroy the "invaders"
3) blue book, being blue book, fail miserably, don't even scratch those ships and wind up getting their own fleet annihilated in the process.
4) later on, an RPC explorator ship comes across one very weirdly-shaped blue book ship emitting a distress beacon
imagine a balloon that's been blown up into a swollen shape, right? That's sort of what happened to this one ship
with the entire blue book fleet personnel crammed inside, alive, like some sort of clown car, with the inside mechanisms forcibly compressed and minimized and stripped of all weapons systems
and all of them gibbering and crying and wailing away, their minds forcibly altered to feel nothing but shame and humiliation for the next day or so
the RPC is keeping this ship to study how the alien race managed to modify it, seeking to find out how to compress and minimize the parts while retaining 100% functionality like the aliens did
meanwhile, blue book constantly demands the RPC to have the ship to be returned to them and while petitioning the UNAAC to wage war against the aliens that humiliated them so. Naturally, both sides have denied PBB to this day.
Very angry, very crippled, very definitely contained with no chance of breaking out.
Still very dangerous in a one-on-one with a noncombatant but otherwise easily restrained now.
Anomalous magical weapons either claimed from the Okami's grandcastle OR seized from dead/surrendering Tengu
OKAMI
The Broken Blade (Epilogue) - BW's sword after his death. Still has the nurihyon bone in it. Very dangerous in the wrong hands. Hard to notice, harder to block against.
Mother of Mountains - the first in a long line of earth-manipulating Kanabo. Its surface looks less akin to a studded iron rod, and more akin to a stilled landslide.
TENGU
Thunderclap arrows - limited number. Non-reusable. Each arrow loosens the full blast of a thunderstrike where it hits, deafening and disorienting enemies if not outright bursting eardrums.
Test 1: Lelouch Lamperouge
Revelation: That his power will go out of control and become always-on, and he will involuntarily control Euphemia with a passing joke into causing a gigantic massacre
Result: Lelouch avoids geassing Euphemia, leading to a successful meeting and the settlement of a peace accord. Plot radically alters to that of courtly intrigue and manipulations.
Test 1.2: Lelouch Lamperouge
Revelation: That his father is also a geas user, and there is that lanky boy who will be sent after him whose own geas involves freezing everyone still and producing the impression of time freeze, but is also very mentally unstable to the point of easily being manipulated into slavish devotion and intense jealousy (and will kill off love interest student if he meets her out of sheer jealousy)
Result:
Test 2: Selvaria Bles
Revelation: That Prince Maximillian does not love her, does not see her as a woman but a weapon, and will cast her off as a suicide bomb on her second failure
Result: Grows steadily more nervous with each loss, does not fall to her knees when ordered to use the Final Flame. Instead disobeys orders with a massed offensive to kill the fat pig bastard before driving off into a new and uncertain future.
Test 3: Crossbreed Priscilla
Revelation: That players will either invade her world to cut off her tail for a weapon and kill her, or attempt to woo her what with being a popular waifu material
Result: Offended at first. Later intrigued and asks what the world out there is like.
A butterfly woman commission. The commissioner wanted his wife to be brought back to life in the closest way possible and that she loved butterflies
So KK cloned her with butterfly DNA and gave her a list of personality tics and memories to memorize
So initially everything was fine, until problems started surfacing - maybe she could only subsist on a specialized nectar diet and cracks in the relationship began forming because she kept messing up the personality and behaviour of the deceased wife and kept getting the memories wrong
And she gets thrown out and abandoned
Or maybe her wings kept causing allergic reactions in the commissioner too because of all the dust
So now she's in authority custody and doesn't know what she wants out of life and is a bit depressed
Exactly that - she began becoming a painful reminder that she wasn't his wife
I would ponder displaying some of her mental conditioning
Such as being unhappy that she failed to live up to her owner's expectations and wanted to just be a great product
And sometimes repeats that if only she got that one rehearsed line down right
Right down to the pronunciation
And maybe across authority interviews she comes to terms that she isn't the wife
And is told to think of herself more as the wife's daughter
1) Couldn't play the violin the same way
2) Couldn't eat the same foods as the wife (and even when attempting to, didn't like the taste)
3) Affected more prominently by weather changes, does badly in cold seasons
4) Messed up honeymoon details
5) Tiny immersion-breaking imperfect personality tics - death-by-a-thousand-cuts manner
6) The breaking moment: Apologizing desperately after a huge accident, saying she "will do my best to be like her" and asking for another chance
Commissioner's reactions:
1) "Okay, that's fine, I know you're not meant to be a perfect replica of her"
2) "That's… not what she would have said or done."
3) "This… isn't what I paid for."
4) "Everyday I look at you I am reminded of the mistake I made in your creation. You're not Clara, and that is the truth."
5) "What a fool I was, thinking I could resurrect Clara in this manner. Stop, please stop trying to act like her! I want you to stop! Be yourself! No-wait, this isn't just an act, is it-they made you to be exactly like this, didn't they? With no room to grow or change. You're just going to keep on being like this because you really don't know any other way to be."
6) "I've grown to accept that Clara is truly gone. You've tried, for what it was worth. Take this money, leave and find somewhere else to learn being yourself. Just… go. I can't bear to look at you anymore."
Commissioner realizes he should have treated the RPC as a daughter instead and tries to look for her soon after he abandoned her?
Mildly comedy-themed article.
To derive and extract further from:
http://worldfuturefund.org/wffmaster/Reading/Hitler%20Speeches/Hitler%20Key%20Speeches%20Index.htm
1) GARD wants to bring Adolf Hitler to the modern day
2) GARD can't 100% into time travel, so it decides supplement dimensional travel with time travel to successfully port over an Adolf Hitler to the modern day.
3) Success! They dragged in Hitler dressed in casual attire (plaid jacket, pants, etc.).
4) Hitler very confused at what's going on, but responds easily to the usual platitudes (Fuhrer, uniforms, etc.)
5) Excited, GARD sets him up with anomalous tech to be more charismatic/influential (hypno-voice etc.). In the meanwhile they interview him and he expresses signs of being the leader they want - bears strong hatred for a certain topic, etc etc etc
6) Debut speech, and in the segment where he's supposed to open on the topic of the hated thing - instead of hated race or whatever, he instead rips into… abstract art?
7) As it turns out, this version of Hitler came from an alternate timeline where he got accepted into art school and eventually became a lecturer/teacher, where the uniformed students took to calling him "Furher" and so on. Whoopsie.
8) Gigantic havoc sown as the troops acquire a massive hatred of abstract art and go out to destroy/tear down abstract artwork and assault abstract artists. Hitler flees as GARD shits its pants, attempts damage control and tries to recapture alternate-Hitler and have him brainwashed/reprogrammed to be more like canon Hitler. GARD accidentally cripples itself, the majority of its personnel becoming art terrorists?
9) Hitler finds it impossible to survive in this world because this world's version of himself is regarded as Satan incarnate. Caught by RPC. Spends his days painting away, asking when he can be sent back home, and flying into passionate (some would say ranting) speeches about how proper art should be conducted.
NOTICE: To safeguard personnel from becoming susceptible towards RPC-?'s hypnotic effect, certain segments of this speech have been omitted.
From the very beginning I have aimed at something more than becoming an Artist. I have resolved to be the destroyer of abstract art. This I shall achieve and once I have achieved it all shall find the concept of "surrealism" nonsensical.
This is probably the first time and this is the first movement in which people are being taught to realize that, of all the tasks which we have to face, the noblest and most sacred for creativity is that each artistic family must preserve the purity of the classical flair which God has given it.
Nein! You must refer to me as "Künstleroberwerkmeister" (Artistry senior works master), for it is an esteemed rank that I have toiled through the decades by the sweat of mein brow to be recognized by!
But that rank does not exist in this world…?
Nein! But do I not stand before you, bearing my proud traditions as proof of my own existence? You would deny that I, the summation of my experiences, exist?
That does make sense. Kunst-
KÜnstleroberwerkmeister!
Okay… So about that moustache…
Großartig, is it not? A long time ago back in the Great War, I had a full moustache that bloomed to the sides. It did not fit the gas mask so I had to shave the sides. It became a habit that never left me ever since. Why, the young recruits honour me with the title "Kommandant Pinsel" because of it.
Possible ideas for Wrong Hitler's world of origin:
-World War 2 never breaks out
-The Weimar Republic collapses in 1936 instead of 1933 and Monarchy is reinstituted?
-Nationalism exists but is "just there", Russia's monarchy survives and communism never happens, so China also remains in control by its pro-royalty nationalists
-Japan sputters about a bit and makes some bluster about establishing the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, but without WW2 never actually attempts to take over SEA so it just sits there as another monarchy-worshipping superpower
-Art undergoes a new renaissance under the direction of these leaders,
-Art becomes a major fad with clothing brands, jewelry and music labels and whatnot dedicated to famous pieces, painters and sculptors are elevated and celebrated more than performance actors and musicians (hollywood and the like)
-All this then spirals out of control, leading to the great Art Wars
-There are battles and conflicts over art. Debates and interpretations of an art piece is followed by actual firefights and warzones, and there are factions seeking to erase other facets of art
-Also includes a lot of criminal activity, mafiosi things and alley fights (Bigg's idea)
-Wrong Hitler belongs to the "Classicism Restoration Confederation", who aims to dominate the artistic culture in Classical painting while absolutely annihilating its enemy, the "Everybody's Movement for Abstract Post-Modernism"
-Unsure of other factions, but La Academia exists, is very militaristic-minded and has a LOT of weaponized art anomalies
-On top of a painting teacher, Hitler was also a military instructor in his Artist's Military school. This explains why GARD was taken in so easily by his behavior, mannerisms and rapid integration into their ranks.
Alternate LADVA: LADGA, or L'Academia Della Guerra Arte (The Academy of War Art)
The director of the Microbes Division commissions Esbeth to make a tetanus-themed disease, related to his sad past.
Converts infected victims into rust statues.
PCAAO scientists reverse-engineer the genetic coding for RPC-959 in a bid to make their own sludge monster: 我们的大水朋友 "Wo-men-de-da-shui-peng-you", or "Our big water friend"
this new construct was meant to live in the undercurrents of china's most polluted rivers, and act as a big catalytic converter to eat up all the toxins from the factory runoffs and break it all down
to fill in the remaining blanks they managed to capture a Malthusian Germ Squad operative (which means that's a child soldier) and torture him to death to finish the remaining blanks
but of course the kid had the last laugh and "Our big water friend" now has a defect where it winds up processing all the toxins into much more lethal, carcinogenic, toxic, inimical-to-life forms before exploding it all out
initially the PCAAO was desperate enough to call for help which the RPC answered,
but. BUT.
once the situation was under control the PCAAO switched to "save face" mode and attacked and gunned at the RPC operatives, starting up a propaganda drive that RPC was behind the sabotage and PCAAO will save the day etc.
but intercepted communiques show the PCAAO's own scientists and operatives are literally dumbstruck and have no idea how to stop the monster.
the best of the fifth dimension:how do you do propaganda when you’re a secret anomalous organization
so now it continues to destroy the ecosystems, and the PCAAO has turned hostile against any outsider attempts to contain it
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Registered Phenomena Code: ?
Object Class: Varies; See individual entries for their own.
Hazard Types: Varies; See individual entries for their own.
Containment Protocols: Every entity under this RPC number are housed within adjacent standard humanoid containment cells inside Site-089, Japan. In addition to the installed CCTV cameras and microphones cells are also modified according to the needs/traits of its occupant(s):
RPC-?-1 is isolated in its own cell, soundproofed to prevent the cries from its numerous breakdowns from entering the surrounding cells/corridor. The walls have been padded to mitigate attempts at self-harm, and the entity is placed on suicide watch the cell's surveillance devices. RPC-?-1 is issued mandatory trauma counseling; All visits must be accompanied by at least two orderlies skilled in the management of aggressive patients with attention given towards the entity's motile hair. Forcibly restraining the entity's hair with bindings causes additional physical pain and distress towards RPC-?-1 and is only reserved for emergency situations.
RPC-?-2 entities are housed in a cell refurbished to mimic a standard modern-day pantry. This provides a native environment to encourage RPC-?-2s to mimic inanimate objects. Staff who work in the vicinity are encouraged to treat this cell as a local pantry and to use the RPC-?-2 entities for standard actions (brewing coffee, refrigerating food, etc.), with the caveat of NOT revealing any confidential work/site information by speaking about or bringing classified documents into the room. Personnel using the room are to make small talk with one another, or make satisfied comments on the performance of the 'kitchen appliances'. All entities, particularly the 'refrigerator', are to be inspected routinely for maintenance purposes.
All three RPC-?-3 entities are housed together in the same cell, featuring sterile rounded corners for easier cleaning with a cobweb duster. All three entities are left as-is as their constant antagonizing of each other (particularly between ?-alpha and ?-gamma) leads to self-containment. ?-beta, the only member actively considering escape is to be watched for any actual attempts to breach containment, with or without its siblings. While certain items and privileges may be granted for good behavior, entities can be reminded that such privileges can be revoked should their infighting become disruptive (or physical). It is recommended to separate an entity in an isolated interview room away from the others to minimize the exchange of insults and distracting remarks.
A compilation of various yokai rescued in the aftermath of the Massacre at Kyoto.
LoI-? is the street district where the massacre took place. So much supernatural blood was spilled by Blue Book that even after their purging attempts and insta-repairs of the area, there remains spiritual residues of screaming/sobbing/crying sounds, occasional manifestation of blood patches and smears and so on. The area remains closed off during night hours, but civilians are semi-aware and some daredevils are attempting to roam the area trying to 'look for ghosts'.
RPC-?-1 is Megumi, the Kejoro girl. She is badly traumatized and mentally scarred by the instant deaths/gibbings of her sisters. She flies into unholy wailing if she so much as hears the word or sees chocolate (that being the last thing she enjoyed RIGHT before the massacre started). Her hair is a disheveled mess and sometimes gets aggressive. She has been placed in a hermetically-sealed cell to ensure her hair can't pry anything open. Apparently cutting a Kejoro's hair brings great pain, but she is in so much distress she can't notice.
Development: Eventually escapes Site-089 during the Wounding. Takes a major role in the tale To Blind a God, becoming one of the last few who make it into the Blue Book killer satellite operating over Asia (the very same one that fired on the Hyakki-Yakko). Escape pod lands in Utah, America, and Megumi renounces her previous life to become a nun after running into some missionaries.
RPC-?-2 are several tsukumogami that had possessed modern electronic kitchenware while in Kyoto.
Containment initially involved
1) keeping them in a containment cell that resembles a pantry, allowing them a native environment to blend in.
2) actively using them so they don't get restless and begin hopping about the place trying to find something to do. As it turns out, being the spirits of discarded items, Tsukumogami REALLY like being used so this activity keeps them relatively placated. So the room gets converted into a pantry of sorts, with personnel dumping food into the fridge, toasting bread or whatever else and having conversations or reading the papers (TYPICAL SMALL TALK, NO CONFIDENTIAL INFO IS TO BE DISCUSSED). Bonus points if the 'kitchen appliances' are remarked of on their above-average performances, which motivates them into continuing to function as their make.
May prank personnel they take a liking/disliking to (smearing something in saliva, not working properly etc. - the blender would pop its lid off mid-use, the fridge would spit out/eat/launch food at the personnel's face (or melt the ice cream and dunk it all over the owner's face, the toaster would burn the bread etc.). Among the list is:
- A fridge (had a big scar and some bullet holes, got patched and welded back up and muttered 'thanks' very briefly - one of the extremely few moments these things would speak to humans),
- A toaster,
- A water pot,
- A rice pot,
- A blender, (occasionally swears while being operated, actively unplugs itself when not used and unobserved)
- A microwave, (has zero idea how its new body works)
Room is bugged and monitored with a camera (the creatures have no clue what the black sphere in the corner is), and when no one's around they start to animate and hop around and talk, reading the papers and other things and, quote Gismo, screaming at each other a la Always Sunny in Philadelphia or attempting to strangle one another with the power cords
Development: Did not escape Site-089 during the Wounding, instead chose to remain very, VERY still, which saved their lives from the prowling tengu (they were on the hunt for humans and did not recognize the hazard symbols).
From Gismo:
A microwave which the owner insists is keeping him warm with tiny fires, and refuses to believe nonsense like "radiation" and "cancer"
Also, a blender that randomly glitches and sends its owner rattling across the room, cursing until he manages to control it.
Finally, one that just enjoys a simple life in his breadbox and has spent years delicately carving the wood.
It would still make for some really amusing dialogue
The group just keeps screaming at each other à là Always Sunny, arguing how microwaves work, whether radiation exists and even if it did would it affect spirits.
RPC-?-3 are the 3 Jorogumo sisters: Uma, Ume and Umi. They were found in Kyoto, having moved into an otaku's apartment. Residents reported a LOT of sounds of fighting and the landlord then visited and found WAY TOO MUCH COBWEBS, which drew the Authority's attention. The guy thought he was in some sort of anime-like harem romance - both he and the interviewing agent read Daily Life with Monstergirls - tricks the guy into thinking he's from 'The Agency' as is the case of the fictional Miss Smith, claims the mangaka sort of knows the truth but got some details wrong, then presents the amnestics box and tells the otaku to wear it for a quick crash course on the monstergirl world which he enthusiastically puts on and gets memory-wiped.
Containment involves putting them in a larger sized humanoid containment chamber. No additional containment measures are necessary because they're too busy bickering and fighting each other to figure a way out.
They claim to be diviners. Their skills aren't very good ('bad reception' is one excuse, then admitting to being novices). The eldest sister who reads the future tends to be extremely grandoise, which provokes the blunt youngest sister who reads the past into insulting her, leading to bickering. The sister who works around the present is the most self-aware and is probably contemplating methods to escape the site, but can't do much without the cooperation of her fighting sisters. Also very insecure about her 'reading the present' role thinking it's the weakest, but it is pointed out that the past cannot be changed and the future is too immutable, so one skilled enough to control the present controls both past and future - she has potential, just doesn't know how to use it.
Sometimes the bickering gets into fights. Containment involves reminding that they CAN be split up which causes the two to behave again… for a while.
The room is bugged and they tend to reveal a lot of information on how their species works. (one point wondering out loud if the Great Mother is going to send a Bladed Web to kick their asses). Also they tend to blurt things out too during interviews. They have made some wild claims, such as the ancient grecian concept of the Fates being derived from Jorogumo who visited that place long ago.
Development: Flees the Tengu-raided Site-089 with surviving personnel at the end of the Wounding. The future-reader screams that "Death comes to us" as they were trapped, and it comes true in the form of the new RPC-494 forming itself - but instead of slaughtering the trapped survivors it instead lifts the damaged underground gates and allows everyone to escape to safety. Unsure of where to go they stick with the human evacuees and get resettled in the northern site temporarily. Now their mentality has swapped; the two bickerers want to go back to the Stitched Manor (saying that even getting their asses personally spanked by Great Mother herself is nothing compared to getting captured by the Tengu) while the middle believes this is the safest place to take shelter in (esp. given they know no active dusk gates to head to).