vatheon | (no subject)

[If you've visited the island any time in the past week, then you would have had the briefest conversation with Station Master in the elevator, right before you stepped off onto the island, demeanor as polite as ever as he speaks--]

I'm trying out some new cookie recipes and wanted to know if you wanted to try some. Stop by, when you and your friends are able. I’m thinking of baking up a big batch on Saturday and pass them out where we met before. You really should come.

[--before the doors of the elevator will close, dissuading further conversation. He certainly looked far too serious to be talking about cookies.]

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[For those who take Station Master up on his offer, he'll be waiting by the warehouse up on the island, distracted, before waving people inside. Inside are cookies, muffins, and cups of water, but those aren't the real reason he's summoned you here. When Station Master steps inside, he removes his hat, but his gaze is still distant, as if he has other thoughts preoccupying him.]

I’m sorry for calling everyone here on such short notice. I’m afraid I had little choice though and my message is not an enjoyable one.

[His expression is serious now, very serious.]

This morning I intercepted a message meant for the Head Nurse from the lead scientists who are behind this experiment. I was able to erase the message, leaving her unaware of its existence for now but I’m afraid I’ve only been able to buy us some time, nothing more.

[He’s reaching into his pocket now, drawing out a folded piece of paper. The message for those who’d rather read it black on white.]

It said they have gathered all the data needed and are shutting down this project. They’ve also given her the all clear on eradicating all left over assets. That is to say… you.

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No one knows anything about him, do they? I can see why placing that much trust on an unknown would seem like a foolish option. Is there any way for us to contact them ourselves?

I have no reason to mistrust him. Rather, I am concerned that his assistance will cost him his life, and we will lose our link to the outside world as well as a valuable ally.

[Grim Reaper trusts until given sufficient reason not to. It's a small miracle he hasn't been the victim of a multitude of betrayals. Maybe he's just lucky.]

[In contrast to Saix, who barely trusts anyone, whoops.]

Well, better one life than all of ours, so long as we're successful.

And better still if none of us have to lose our lives.

The criminals in this case have exploited us long enough. Seeing them brought to justice would be nice, but I'll settle for our escape. If I hear any further information that might assist us, I'll be sure to share it. What is your name?

Survival is more key than revenge at the moment. [Although he wouldn't say no to both.]

My name is Saix.

And I am Death the Kid. Fortunately, it may seem our survival and the prevention of the escape of the scientists -- a fitting comeuppance -- may be closely linked.

Unfortunately, I'm still uncertain how we'll accomplish this. My last attempt to use the full power of a grim reaper in this place failed spectacularly and put all of us in danger.

I'm unwilling to make the same mistake.

If we move fast enough in making our way past the barrier, we have a chance at destroying whatever they would use to run. I can make portals, so if we can just find a way to turn off whatever is keeping us weakened...