Rebels & Mutineers is set in modern day New Orleans, Louisiana. R&M is fueled by player's plots and group input.
Supernatural people have always had their place in society, hidden in plain sight or locked away for their own protection. New Orleans, a haven for the strange and mysterious and a magnet for the supernatural.
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Watching Mason scream in pain, he knew that he was enjoying this way too much. He was pursuing science, but there was a part of him that enjoyed this. That enjoyed watching as Mason's body reacted to the high voltage of electricity. Watched as his body twisted, transformed, and changed. The pink hair was obviously a sign that he came in contact with Lilith, the freak with dead people. The dark hair and tattoos, probably Benjamin. The bone asshole who he was ready to dispose of. He set down the cattle prod and watched as the last remains of the electricity circled through Mason's body.
Jasper peeled off his rubber gloves, he didn't want to risk actually touching the skinwalker, or even harming himself. There was something fascinating about the way he reacted to the electricity. The way that skinwalkers reacted to things was a beast all it's own and he loved it. They were easily his favorite subject, and his hands were itching to get more. Jasper smiled ready to commit that to memory, it was electric. When Mason was filled with the electricity, the way that his limbs shook and moved. The way it looked like his muscles were fighting for freedom under his ever changing skin.
It was poetic. Beautiful.
Jasper called in for an orderly, not even needing Charlie for this one. Electricity was a mind wipe all it's own. Electric shock therapy. An oldie but a goodie. He explained to the orderly to bring in the next one. It was a holiday weekend and that meant no visitors to the hospital. He was able to unwrap all of his presents and see what made them tick inside.
Jasper took a seat and wrote down notes about how Mason reacted to the electricity and made notes to try a higher voltage the next time. He would wake up with burns, but little memory of how they got there. It was almost too easy. Two orderlies dragged in the next case study, Elijah Cartwright. A sound manipulator local kid. He tossed the dossier back on the thick stack that he was planning on going through over the holidays.
"Welcome Mr Cartwright, let's have some fun." The orderlies strapped down Elijah and left the room, there were so many options hanging on the walls, and it was thrilling.
Post by Elijah Noel Cartwright on Dec 29, 2018 21:05:45 GMT
Most Deaf people didn't mind being touched.
Where touch was considered rude in hearing society, it was usually considered socially acceptable in Deaf culture. Eli had learned that at a young age, his foster parents having done their best to introduce him to the world they thought he would live in.
Eli had never fit that stereotype for two primary reasons. One: he wasn't born deaf, and so he found himself struggling to understand much of the capital 'D' culture despite no longer belonging among hearing people. Two: the touch he had grown accustomed to as a child was never gentle or affectionate. And so being grabbed and dragged through the hospital halls... it planted a seed in his stomach, one that he felt he could vomit up any moment.
"What the fuck-- What did I do?" he asked in protest, his head turning from side to side waiting for an explanation. He didn't get one.
Jasper Blackthorn had always rubbed Eli the wrong way. Granted Monroeville as a whole was far from welcoming, but there had always been something about the man. Eli knew that part of that stemmed from the accent-- the way it contorted his lips into shapes that Eli didn't recognize. It was the accent that had thus far kept Jasper's intentions a mystery.
And now he was being strapped down and left along with him.
His brows furrowed as he yanked at his wrists, looking at Jasper with horror-struck eyes. He clicked his tongue, having every intention to amplify the sound enough to cause the man pain. He didn't need to hear to know that it didn't get as loud as he'd have liked it to. "What's going on?" he asked, his heart nearly pounding a hole through his chest.
Jasper knew that things were going to get really crazy in Monroeville, and he loved it. He loved that there was this quiet chaos.
One of the benefits of having his rabid attack dog, she was perfect for wiping memories, but she also gave him a great cover in case they ever got caught. He was happy to toss her under the bus, and he knew that she understood that was her role in all of this. She wasn’t his partner, or his equal in any way, she was the scapegoat crazy bitch that he was going to dispose of as soon as he didn’t need her anymore.
He needed himself and he needed Mary’s brain. That was it.
He grinned when Elijah was tossed into the chair, thanked the orderlies who strapped him down just right and looked at the appliances on the walls. There were so many options. He whistled a little tune as Elijah questioned what he had done. They always wanted to know what they had done or why this was happening. Jasper wish he had a better reason. He had questions about the way that supernaturals came to be. He had questions about where they were going in the terms of human genome and sequence. There were answers locked in DNA, and he was going to find it.
“It’s nothing that you did, Mr Cartwright, it’s who you are.” He said, picking up the rubber tubing and wrapped it around Elijah’s arm. He had some medical training during his time at university, and having all of Marilyn’s brains in his head from their latest romp in his office certainly helped. He tied the tube just tight enough for some veins to pop for him.
Jasper went to one of his drawers and took out a small butterfly needle and a tube for testing. He needed a sample of DNA from Elijah. He took some blood, still whistling a tune that was on the radio during his drive into work. He remembered that he was going to have to pick up some dog food on the way home, as the tubing went red and he collected a vial of blood.
The vial filled and Jasper took the needle out and even applied a bandage to the crook of his arm. He was sadistic and cruel, but he still took the pursuit of all of this very seriously.
“Mr Cartwright, you are part of something special and I want to thank you for being part of all of this. Any discomfort you experience, it’s all for the best of humanity.” He went to some of the containers and found the one he was looking for. A salve created by a friend of his that would blind someone temporarily.
“This will hurt for a moment, but remember, you’re be part of human history.” He scooped some of the salve with a gloved hand and smeared the dark green paste all over Elijah’s eyes. He was a sound manipulant and Jasper was going to see how his sound manipulation could be influenced by the loss of another sense.
He removed the gloves, knowing the paste would do it’s magic soon enough. He returned the jar to the side table and waited for the signature sizzle and burn as Elijah’s sight was the second sense he would lose, but just for the day. He couldn’t start getting sloppy and leaving evidence like that.
Post by Elijah Noel Cartwright on Jan 3, 2019 17:30:39 GMT
It was... who he was? What did that even mean? He was in Monroeville because of who he was-- wasn't that enough? It was more than enough. He'd never done anything to intentionally hurt anyone (not seriously, anyway). He wasn't a criminal. Why was he being treated like one?
His heart continued to pound as he paid Jasper's lips as much attention as he possibly could. During times of stress, it had always been more difficult for Eli to read lips. That, combined with Jasper's accent, created a situation full of so much unknown that Eli was close to breaking.
"Fuck you-- you think you're better than us... that you have a right to do this? This is illegal." It had to be. "You're sick."
He could barely understand what was being spoken to him. That made him feel anxious. He didn't know what to expect. His wrists were fixed in place, preventing him from using his preferred language. That made him feel silenced. There was one thing left that gave him any sense of understanding and control of what was happening to him. With his sight, at least he was gaining knowledge regarding what was going on. Limited, though it was, it was something, a small indicator of his environment.
And soon, his sight was the primary source of his panic.
His eyes widened with fear as Jasper approached him, reaching for his eyes. Instinct forced him to shut his eyes the moment they were touched, jerking his head to the side in an attempt to escape.
"Stop-- what is this?" he thought aloud, though he didn't particularly expect an informative response to his query. Whether he received one or not, he was soon figuring it out.
The burning hit him quickly. Again, his wrists jerked up in an attempt to do something to fight back. Instead, the straps dug into his skin and he cried out in frustration and agony.
But the pain was nothing compared to what followed.
Isolation.
He blinked desperately as his vision closed in, growing blurry and dark.
"No--" he muttered to himself as he realized what was happening to his eyes. He was completely disconnected, his body clutching to its ability to sense sound waves through vibration. Involuntarily, he began amplifying any sound he could manage to make.
"Hey," he called out as loudly as he could. Surely, this wasn't okay. Surely, someone could do something to help him.
It wasn’t that he thought he was better than anyone, he knew he was. He was raised better than almost every person in the state. He was raised with the best schools, with the best nannies and hired helps. He was shipped to Primrose, another best of the best. The only option for someone like him. He was most certainly better than anyone who he strapped to that table.
But that wasn’t what this was.
That would be too simple, too much like something out of a cheesy dime store novel. He didn’t do any of this because he assumed that he was better than anyone else and somehow was able to do whatever he wanted to others. He wasn’t delusional in his own self worth. This was all science. This was all for the greater good for mankind.
“I’m not sick, Mr Cartwright. I’m a scientist.” he told him plainly, moving his lips a little more clearly, remembering from the file that Elijah was nearly deaf.
He wiped his hands of the poison once it was administered, didn’t want to risk wiping it on his own skin. He was going to have to thank Tahlia for it later, and knowing her, he would have to thank her expensively. She was a valuable asset to keep around, and she didn’t foam at the mouth nearly as much as Charlotte did. He looked over the chart while he carefully stored the blood vial with his name with the rest that he took. There was something in the DNA that made them the way they were, and he was going to crack it. He was going to figure out what made supernatural humans and how to change it or alter it.
Jasper sat and watched as the poison did what it was supposed to. Watched as he jerked against the restraints. Watched as the small bubbles formed on the skin around his eyes and over his eyelids. He wondered what it was like to completely be free of vision and hearing. What that complete darkness felt like and how he was going to react to everything that Jasper wanted to put him through.
He was part of a grand plan, and one day he would be grateful for the experience. They would all look back and realize that he allowed them to be part of something more than any of them would have been able to accomplish within their own lives. Someone like Benjamin or Mason wasn’t going to be anything real in this world, but with Jasper’s help, he helped them become so much more.
One day they would all thank him for this.
The poison did it’s job and Jasper looked at the wall of toys that he used for the people strapped down in front of him. He picked up the small sensors that he would be able to strap to Elijah’s skin and whistled while he administered them. Had to make sure that he didn’t accidentally kill the kid. That wouldn’t do any of them any good. He checked to make sure they were properly situated on his chest and ruffled Elijah’s hair to let him know that he was going to get started.
“One day, you’ll thank me for allowing you to be part of all of this.”
Post by Elijah Noel Cartwright on Jan 23, 2019 0:10:30 GMT
A scientist? He was psychotic, strapping patients to a table out of some horror movie. A scientist would have explained that research was being conducted and asked for voluntary participation. He may have even agreed to help out with something like that but this... something was wrong. "How long have you been doing this to people?" he asked, horrified by the thought of students disappearing. Why hadn't he noticed? How could he not have? "How much are you paying them to keep quiet?" He couldn't imagine anything would be worth it. He certainly knew he wouldn't be keeping quiet, and at the same time he knew that the monster before him had some sort of plan for that. Suddenly, he regretted bringing it up.
Once his sight was gone, panic took over. He continued to blink aggressively as if it would rid his eyes of the toxin. He cried out, losing any last ounce of composure. His breathing picked up, quick and short breaths failing to bring him the oxygen that he needed to function. Dizziness fell over him, further disorienting him. His hands shook. His toes curled tightly in his shoes. A tear fell from his eye. At the moment, he had nothing to be grateful for.
His abdomen tensed as cold pinches met his skin. "What is that?" he asked out of instinct, not even thinking about the fact that he would have no way of knowing if a response was given to him. Jasper touched his hair, the harmless gesture sending chills up his spine. "Don't fucking touch me," he yelled. But all he could do was wait. For pain, or death. There was nothing else he could do.
How long had he been doing this to people. That was an interesting question. Normally he wouldn't monologue like this, especially to someone mostly deaf and now blind. Still it was fun to play the game like Elijah would be able to understand him, "Started by finding homeless skinwalkers, they would do just about anything for a warm meal and a blanket. Most of them didn't survive. Shame really, I got some of my best results with skinwalkers. No matter, I'll get more soon." He laughed when Elijah asked about how much I was paying people to stay quiet. "Paying them? You think that I have to pay them to be part of this? I have staff just dying to be part of it."
He gripped Elijah's face in his hands, being careful of the copious amounts of eyeliner that was running down his face, "and you won't remember a thing about this Mr Cartwright, so I will be able to do this to you over and over and over again until I get the results I want."
The young man started to scream and whimper as the toxin took effect. More of that guy liner rolled down his cheeks and Jasper rolled his eyes at the silly trends of American youth. He applied the sensors that would be able to shock Elijah and hopefully give Jasper some responses that would be good for his research. He wondered if Elijah would have any friends that would be able to care for him if he lost his eyes full time. He wondered if the miscreants of Monroeville would even pity him.
"Like I said, Mr Cartwright, it's all for science." He said, crossing to a safe distance where he could watch Elijah being subjected to pure currents of electricity. He wanted to watch his skin crawl and his muscles attempt to escape their confines. He wanted to see if he would scream. He wanted to see if his ability would provide him a heighten sense to himself. Nothing more ironic than someone who could manipulate the senses in others, but he couldn't help his own hearing.
Post by Elijah Noel Cartwright on Mar 8, 2019 17:17:25 GMT
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Nothing had ever scared Eli more than the fact that he wouldn't remember this. He'd have no idea it happened, and then it would happen again, causing the same shock to tighten his muscles. How many times had he already gone through this, then? Was this the first, or the seventh? Surely, there would eventually be some sort of lasting effects, whether physical or psychological, to the stress that his body was undergoing.
"Who else have you done this to?"
He was afraid of the answer... but suddenly his time for getting answers was running out. He felt a wave of questions hit him before his sight was stolen.
The shocks hit him hard, causing his body to contort in pain. He could no longer speak, nor could he control the sounds rushing from his throat. Everything in his body wanted to escape. Had there been no constraints put on his powers, Jasper probably would have had his eardrums burst by then.
"Stop," he yelled, desperate for the pulses of electricity to fade.
His ability went haywire, creating chaos as sound waves jumped around the room, causing his screams to echo.
