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Post by Yamiko on Nov 6, 2015 14:36:05 GMT -7
Prologue
~***~ A soft blue light radiated through a small secluded laboratory where a man hunched over a large console. From his place behind a pane of protective glass, he peered at the source of the light, two halves of a katana hung suspended over a pedestal; it was his task to repair it. While any other blade could simply be reforged, this was no ordinary blade, this was Yamato, the fabled weapon of the son of Sparda, the infamous Vergil. The bulky man at the console called his clip board, whispering over his notes. This experiment to repair the blade would use alchemy and a demonic spell, delivered via an electric jolt; he hoped to force the blade back together. He wasn't the sort of man who looked like a sniveling scientist, but more like a body builder or a bouncer, the truth was his human form struggled to contain a much bulkier form of an insect demon. He adjusted his monocle with a sneer and his fingers reached tentatively for a switch at the end of the console to activate the experiment. A crooked smile, the excitement of an experiment about to be set in motion, this anticipation was the only true joy Agnus felt in his wretched life. His eyes widened, changing his expression to one of crazed frenzy as he pulled the lever. First came an electric hum, then a loud zap and he watched the blade envelop with blue white light that brightened to a binding white. His breathing became hurried and he hopped excitedly in a manner that looked odd for one of his size and then- POP! The lights in the room behind the glass went out and Agnus crouched behind his console, clip board raised to protect his head. The lights clicked back on after only a moment and the man with the greasy pony tail peeked cautiously through the glass. He cursed, shooting up and slamming down his notes. The sword was still in two, he grit his teeth in frustration and looked away, but then, he looked back, peering closer. Something was on the pedastal beneath the pieces of Yamato, something small, pale and fleshy. He pressed his oily face against the glass, what was that thing? Suddenly it keened out loud and he jumped back, clutching his notes and searching for a pen, then scrawling notes as he scurried to the door. He entered the room behind the glass and approached the thing sideways, his body turned so he could bolt back out at a moment's notice. As he crept closer, he could slowly make out a shape and then gaped in astonishment. It was, or at least appeared to be, a human baby girl with white blonde hair and a tiny black star on her left cheek, right before her eye. He scribbled a few more notes as he hovered over the crying infant; then he put down his beloved clipboard in favor of picking her up. He did not do this to comfort her, but to examine her. Her cries settled as she felt his warmth and she gazed at him with wide doe brown eyes. He looked around, not knowing what to do. Suddenly he all but leaped into the air and rushed to an adjacent examination table where he set her down, prompting more cries from her. He pulled a large machine over and clicked a switch, which drowned the baby in bright white light. Snatching up his clipboard, he dashed back to the console room to run a scan on her. To his delight, her energy signature was identical to Yamato. In fact, as far as the machine was concerned, she WAS Yamato! Agnus clapped his hands and danced, an odd sight for one of his stature, celebrating his accomplishment, but it was short lived; the sword was still in two pieces, perhaps three now. He'd have to report his funding immediately. But first, the infant, shed cry herself sick at this rate and he couldn't have her dying. There was too much to study! Back to the experiment room, he picked her up and cradled her close; she wimpered softly. Her comfort was disturbed by a sudden pinch at her heel, which had her crying again. The big man set the blood sample aside for later testing and he took her back to the console room where he held down a button and spoke, "T-tell his H-holyn-ness to c-come to the l-la-lab. T-there's b-been a n-new d-dev-velopment." He stuttered, watching the wailing infant through his monacle. When his gaze met that of the infant, he had a sudden thought. He removed one of his white gloves and raised a thumb too his mouth, buying the flash until blood trickled down his arm. He pressed the wound to the infant demon's lips where she suckled vigorously. "Ha!" He exclaimed, looking to his clip board, be had to write this down! Eh- but in a minute, maybe she needed just a little more. Right, he thought, a child born from a demon killing blade would be saited by demon's blood. She wasn't just a child, but a demon, no, a sword, but living; like a devil arm, a living weapon. Sanctus arrived accompanied by another man who was blocked from seeing the babe and told to leave immediately. The old man in white robes stood at the door. "Agnus, my son, what is this?" His voice was serene, but somehow venomous. "I t-t-tried an alchemc compound, d-d-demonic energy to re-repair the s-sword, your h-holyness. I-it f-fa-failed. B-but the child," he hopped toward the other man half a step, "S-sh-she appeared i-in a, a f-flash of l-light during the experiment! Sh-she has the same energy sig-signature as Yamato, sh-she IS Yamato, s-sir-" "Yamato is that broken relic over there," said the old man, gesturing at the sword though the glass, still suspended in blue light, "That," he said pointing at the baby, "well, that is your responsibility. She is a byproduct of a failed experiment, nothing more, and she is to remain a secret. A living secret. Perhaps she will be if use later." Agnus nodded in agreement and the older man continued, "There is a storage room that will become her cell. I'll authorize it as top secret, no one in or out save for you and I. Will that be all?" Agnus bowed his head, but then gasped and thrust the infant away where liquid trickled from her to the floor, with panic, he looked at Sanctus, mouth hanging open. "Looks like you need a few things. You had better get started." He said, then he turned, leaving Agnus alone with a now giggling infant and a sore thumb. ------------------------------ -saving for now, will add more later!- |
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Post by Yamiko on Nov 7, 2015 11:01:44 GMT -7
Agnus, being a scientist, was no stranger to research and he soon found the needed resources on what to do with a baby, with a few exceptions. Babies, for example didn't drink blood, and didn't crawl toward alarming objects like test subject demons or suits of flying armor that moved on their own. While the baby, turned toddler didn't enjoy the frequent tests Agnus ran on her, or the painful machines she was often hooked to, she did enjoy the time he took to clothe her, feed her and teach her. Though her wardrobe was nothing but a small robe similar to those worn by Sanctus' cult.
Her food was demon blood, or orbs of demon energy, human food, as was leaned in an experiment, was always rejected with vomiting and a tantrum until she tired herself out. All of this was scribbled in her file. She caught onto words, colors, shapes, numbers, and was speaking well by the time she turned three, in spite of "daddy's" stuttering problem. It wasn't long before Agnus had a personal assistant helping out around the lab. By four, little Yamato could recite the periodic table and tell you the alchemic properties of some of them. Of course, Angus had named her after the sword, as she was very upset being called "Subject Two."
While she got to spend a lot of time in the lab, it wasn't always fun. When Agnus needed to concentrate or was especially near a breakthrough, she'd be locked in her room, sometimes for days at a time. Her tiny five by five metal box of a room with a low ceiling, no pictures, no windows and only one door with a complicated lock the size of her head. Sometimes in the evenings, Angus would bring her a ball or a flower or something to look at or play with. It was a dismal existence. Yamato had no idea that this was not the proper way to treat a child, so she didn't think she was being abused or mistreated. Keep in mind this was the only thing she had known her entire life.
Sanctus came to visit occasionally. At first, he paid her little attention, looking at her like some annoying animal, but as she asked him questions, he started to view her as a sort of grandchild and would tell her stories about Yamato the sword, the sons of Sparda, and all the greatness he would one day bring the world. But he told this to her like a parent tells a bed time story, he never led her to believe that Dante and Vergil were real people, but rather characters in a fairy tale, and he was the true hero.
By age 12, Sanctus had allowed her to own things like magazines, a small antenna tv, and nail polish. He'd started spoiling her and teaching her about the world outside, as an alternative to throwing a tantrum about going in her room. She'd go quietly, as long as she got to learn something new about the world outside. She was never allowed to see it, no matter how good she got a puppy dog eyes. Getting the TV was the closest she'd ever gotten to having that wish granted. The lab and her room along with the small attached private chapel of the lab were her entire world. Before that, she;d read all of Agnu's books on science and demonolgy and was bugging him for more reading material so Sanctus had gotten her a few teen novels.
She learned about being a normal teenager, though she was well aware she was no normal human anything. While she knew Agnus wasn't really her dad, she ignored his stuttering protests about calling him that now that she was "old enough" to know better, she started called Sanctus grandpa and he didn't seem to mind. She was told how she came to be from the sword and with wonder attempted to touch it, a mistake the shocked her and send her flying back several feet to land steaming on the ground-she didn't do that again. Having a tv made her going back to her room much less awful and she picked up the lingo of the other kids her age on tv, learned what music was. And she had at least a hundred thousand more questions for Agnus after that, she even requested "real" clothes, not just the cultist robes she'd spent every day of her life in so far. Bathing was allowed to be a private matter when she learned to use the lab shower like a normal person. And she even begged Agnus to let her change her hair. Oh how she'd sat with excited grin in anticipation when he got out the scissors and her knee-length locks were replaced with an adorable bob cut. But nothing prepared her for a night that would inevitably come for any young girl.
It started around midnight, a dull ache that grew until it roused her. It was low in her belly, lower than her belly button and deep int he pit of her gut. It worsened until she could feel it growing in her lower back near her kidneys and even seemed to hurt her thighs. What was this? Why was she hurting so much? She cried, knowing no one would hear her if she cried out. She then suddenly felt a rush, liquid releasing from her lower half and threw back the covers. She shrieked. Red? Blood? But why? She remembered wetting th ebed and making Agnus mad, this was something else. Urine was explainable, normal even, but blood?
Her first thought was that it was a side affect of some experiment, though he'd done a lot less testing on her lately. By morning she couldn't move at all wracked with pain and fear, she thought she was dying, her plain white robes (as she still used them to sleep in) stained red.
When Agnus brought her morning sustenance, he discovered her in the pool of crimson and rushed to her, checking to see if she was alive. She groaned unhappily and he took her to the lab, placing her on an examination table and connecting an IV in a panic. As the pain eased, he scribbled notes in her file, asking her about when it had started, what she was feeling, how much it hurt, her heart rate, blood pressure and so on. His forehead creased with worry in spite of his excitement at something new happening with his little pet. Then it hit him. No amount of science could prepare a father from his daughter's first period. Still, it was simple anatomy. He shifted and swallowed and stuttered out a very sciency version of "the talk". Most kids would be horrified to hear such a thing in some dank lab, they'd be embarrassed, and probably hope to die. Instead Yamato listened to her father with a curious mind as he told her this was a human affliction and thus he'd never expected it to affect her. But it meant she could reproduce, which was exciting news to Agnus, though she couldn't understand why. He noted it would be something to experiment with after the current problem of Yamato the sword was solved.
Within the hour she had the necessary products to care for herself and she was allowed to keep them in her room. Life for her went back to normal after that, only now she found should could stomach human food (another Agnus inflicted experiment). Pizza became her favorite treat over demon blood and energy. The days went on as usual, morning and evening meal, helping in the lab on good days, watching TV or reading on bad days. This was life, pretending to be a normal human girl in between everything about her life that proved she wasn't.
When she was 17, a young man named Nero came on the scene.....
She was in her room as usual painting her nails a metallic shade of blue when she suddenly felt a little strange, somehow very aware of the sword not too far away. The feeling was so strong, she even stopped paining her big toe to close the bottle and walk to the thick metal door, held by even thicker metal walls. She tried to listen through it, but to no avail, the whole room was sound proof.
All of the sudden electricity ripped through her and an unseen force pulled her into the air. Her body wracked with pain and blue arcs of energy shot off from her, destroying her tv and creating a tornado-like current that ruined everything in her room. It tore up her mattress and even the neat stack of books, tearing out he pages and whipping them around her violently. Eventually she found she could scream, but that's all she could do as her form changed to something akin to vergil's devil trigger, like an under-formed neo-angelo and her screams became demonic howls.
A few rooms away, Nero was playing with a new toy. His willpower alone had repaired the broken Yamato and he was swinging it around, against her father, utterly ignorant of the agony he was causing a girl nearby. He left, taking it, and felt it's presence slipping away. It felt like forever when the shock stopped and she dropped to the ground in a heap among the chaos that had once been her belongings.
Once again Agnus would find her laying amid the mess, eyes wide open and staring, her chest heaving-though the demon form had long faded by the time he found her. Once again, she thought she was going to die.
In the days that followed, she was on watch, her things replaced, and it appeared she had something akin to asthma, only it wasn't. She had a breathing problem that had developed in the absence of Yamato the sword, and as Agnus pressed his experiments onward, she learned she could sense Yamato and now near to it she was, however it was a moot point; having no little to no knowledge of the maps and terrain of the outside world, she had nothing to go on as to even what direction Yamato was in, though she could tell it was at least within the city.
Finally she turned 18, it was a good birthday, cake and game of hover with her Dad in bug form. She liked it when he'd fly up and whisk her around the round high-cieling of hte lab, and he seemed to stutter less when he was doing something like this. He told her about Rebellion as a treat, a companion sword to Yamato, one given to the other brother, Dante. She asked if maybe someone like her could be made from it, maybe a sibling, someone to relate to. Agnus agreed it might be possible, but reminded her that finding Yamato was their priority and there were no plans to make another sword baby any time soon.
Barely a day later she found her dad murdered (see profile>Sample Post). And would finally leave the laboratory she'd known her entire life.
The first morning after her first night under the stars (aka a park bench) was the first time she was attacked by a demon. It was a funny thing, like a puppet, and one she'd seen before as a lab experiment. it lumbered stupidly and clumbisly toward her, and she was certainly too weak to fight it, but she was hungry. She looked for a way around, something to fight with, but she had nothing, the onyl thing near by was a trach can, and she hoisted it up and over the demon's head, where it fell over, struggling to free itself from the smelly trap. Meanwhile she bit down on it's leg, into teh fabric above it's odd stumpy wood-like foot. The fabric squished, almost like skin and odd blood filled her mouth. A few quick swallows was all she had time for before she bolted away. Her first meal she'd ever gotten herself. She felt more proud than afraid, and after that would make a habit of biting demons when real food was hard to get. She'd soon learn how to steal, lie, and cheat her way around the real world to stay alive.
This is where the RP begins....
Will the self re-named Yamiko find Yamato? Will she find out the Sons of Sparda are not myths? Will she ever taste another fresh Pizza? Will she get revenge on her Dad and find out what ever happened to grandpa and learn the truth? All will be revealed! Stay tuned to live rp posts and threads as they develop!
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