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9/29/2015 4:07:44 PM
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"Research on night remnants, humans, biological weapons, the Marker, weapons, and many more things"
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"You're gonna catch hell for this." Ichihara growled
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"No one knows where you are so I doubt it plus I'm not in charge here I'm just a soldier"
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"Then may I speak to who is in charge?" Ichihara snarled
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"I will see if she's available" [b]she walks away[/b]
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"Hurry back." He said in a deadly whisper
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[b]a few hours pass and no one comes[/b]
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He continues waiting, meditating
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[b]the door opens and a woman walks in standing at 6'2[/b]
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"You must be the one in charge."
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"I am General Alexia"
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"So I've got a couple complaints about my stay here."
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"Such as?"
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"Well for one the food is terrible, and two, WHY THE HELL AM I HERE?" Ichihara spit in her face
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[b]she wipes the spit off of her face then punches you in the gut with the force of a rail gun knocking the wind out of you[/b]
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Ichihara laughed, coughing interrupting the laughter now and then. "The Night Remnants are coming for the Matriarchs! You thought we were decimated, but there are more of us than you thought! The night will consume you all!"
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"Not likely" [b]she grabs you by the throat and drags you out if the room along the way you see several other cells with night remnants in them most if them are quiet and cowering in the corners if their cells some are in straight jackets with psychotic grins on their faces and blood covering their cell walls with strange symbols painted in the blood[/b]
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Ichihara struggled under your grip, but managed to get these words out "Gomen'nasai'Doho."
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[b]she presses a button on her wrist and the color shocks you[/b]
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"Ah-God dang lady!" Ichihara looked at his brethren, some conveying actual sympathy towards him, others grinning insanely. "I'd love to see you in bed lady." Ichihara grinned, anticipating the shock
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"I'm sure you would but unfortunately for you, you probably won't live long enough to ever get that chance" [b]you are dragged into a lab and strapped into a metal chair[/b]
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"Oh what's this? The electric chair?" Ichihara growled quietly, showing his canine teeth
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"No it's just to hold you down for the experiments"
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"Wait, can you scratch my nose really quick I've had an itch for days and I can't get it."
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[b]she walks out of the room and a group of women in lab coats and medical gear walk in with a cart of needles, syringes and other assorted chemicals[/b]
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Ichihara began to bang the back of his neck into the chair, attempting to break the collar
