broken

[colorfulsock]

the broken meme.

You may once have been a great hero, or a modest regular person. But something has pushed you past the limit. There's simply no going back to who you used to be. To be seen now, your friends, your family, would they even recognize you? Your savior was too late. The pain was too much. The pleasure was too intense. You've been short-circuited.


You're broken.

A. Post with the usual stuff! Note somewhere if there are any options you aren't okay with.
B. People can reply, with a roll for their characters or ask if you want to roll for yours in that thread.
C. Probably some triggers involved here. Read at your own discretion, etc.


1. Pain.
You've been pushed beyond your limits and become light-headed, 'floaty'. The sight of your own blood doesn't provoke a reaction anymore, and seeing a friend might cause you to smile, or talk strangely. You might not even recognize them. It doesn't hurt anymore. It's alright now.

2. Lust.
No, no, no became yes, yes, yes. Dignity and self-respect have faded, replaced by an insatiable and alien feeling of want. You've reached a point where shame doesn't even occur to you anymore. Your eyes seem out of focus and your smile doesn't look right. Look, I've made so many friends who like me...! Do anything to me if it feels good.

3. Shock.
What has been seen cannot be unseen. A revelation about a friend, a loved one, an enemy- something has shocked you in a way you can never reverse. It may change not only the way you look at someone or something, but also the way you see the rest of your life. I saw nothing, I saw nothing, I saw...

4. Oppressed.
What's it like outside my cage? Your spirit of rebellion or confidence has been cracked, and your rescuers might not be there in time to salvage what's left of your spirits. You've long since accepted that getting away from this oppression is impossible- Perhaps you've even become attached to it as the only way to live life. Yes, sir. No, sir. Sorry, sir.

5. Corruption.
Something has eroded you. You're not like you used to be. You're obsessive, your face is darker. You may even see who you were before as weak or useless. Whether it's a magic ring or Phazon infecting your body, you're going grimdark and it's looking a little too late to pull you out of it. This power is far greater than what I had before! To think I used to believe in justice!

6. Hysteria.
When you talk, you don't make any sense. Pure Charisma Break. Maybe you were a god stripped of your might, or you've suffered a terrible defeat. Either way your ego has snapped, leaving you a total mess and unable to function. But how could this be? How could I lose?!

7. Desperation.
Where before you were airy, confident, in control of yourself, you're now a ragged and fuming pile of hopeless anger. As a fighter you may have been careful or even graceful; now you swing wildly, strike without precision. You simply cannot accept the situation, cannot accept your own fall. It's not over! I'm still in control! I can still fix everything!


you can mix/change/double-up/whatever on these. enjoy. reposted since it was really popular and hasn't been posted since!

Comments

Freelancer Agent Tex(Allison) <> Red vs Blue

[hatesgoodbyes]

[deardirect0r]

Because I'm a terrible person and he doesn't get out enough.

So how do you want to do this? Any preferences?

[hatesgoodbyes]

1,2,5 or 7 all sound interesting. And once again Tex or Allison? Well Texas too is an option.

[deardirect0r]

Let's do Tex on this one. Do you want to roll for this one?

[hatesgoodbyes]

Rng says 7...trololol Shall I set?

[deardirect0r]

And there's the trolling... XD
go for it.

[hatesgoodbyes]

The flash had been blinding, the concussive blast hit her way before the actual physical pain registered. It had been so shocking, so utterly unthinkable that this could be happening, but there it was. She’d tried, she had done everything right and pushed herself as hard as she could, she had a husband and daughter to get home to. She’d promised them she’d be back.

She failed.

Allison Church –K.I.A.

The light wasn’t entirely blinding, but it was fierce and brilliant, so much so she raised a hand to shield her eyes but the light was from her inside her. “What the hell….” She tried to stand and found herself just falling over again friction and gravity had decided to abandon her along with physics. She was tumbling but couldn’t feel what she was falling against or why.

She panicked. Arms swung wide and she fell again, but nothing made sense! Up and down were confused and seemed to be interchangeable. She could see and feel so much and yet nothing seemed real. Dear god what was going on!

”Beta.” A voice called out to her, calm and smooth, it felt like cool water and she reached greedily for it. ”Beta, you must be disoriented, please calm yourself. Be still. I will attempt to help you.” That voice was like a solid thing she could hold on to, something to keep her anchored and not be swept away in the torrent around her. She shivered and answer back weak and faint. “I’ll try.”

The Counselor turned to the Director with a raised brow. “It’s curious. This AI is not part of Alpha, but seemed to spontaneously generate. It is not a fragment and it is not of the same pattern as the Alpha.” He spoke of the thing with a true curiosity, the sort that would love to see what made this happen. “We could break it down, see how this anomaly came into being. Director?”

He held his clipboard at the ready, assuming this was a temporary bump in the program and once this aberration was destroyed they could continue.

[deardirect0r]

It takes him a moment to realize that he's being addressed. It couldn't be, that voice...

"Hm? No. No, that won't be necessary." He blinks and forces himself to stay focused. "There are other, less intrusive, ways to analyze what happened."

There was nothing in the literature about this sort of thing happening. Beta was a unique creation, two AI from a single brain was unheard of. The code seemed perfectly stable, no anomalous readings or obvious glitches. He checked his data pad, stress levels were higher than normal for initialization but not dangerous. Otherwise perfectly normal.

He wasn't sure what he expected when they switched her on, but it certainly wasn't what he got. How could this have happened? It couldn't be her... it sounded like her. Whatever it was it sounded like Allison.

"This is far too rare an opportunity to ignore."

[hatesgoodbyes]

Voices..one voice in particular carried to her and she calmed her struggling and tried to look and reason. Where was she? Who was she? Beta one man had said, but that wasn't her name..she had a name. She had a name and it was..it was...

"Who am I?" The smooth voiced man turned and regarded the brilliantly dazzling diamond form of the AI. "You are Beta, you are an AI and you will do many things to help Project Freelancer. I am the Counselor, this" He pointed to the other man, the one she was looking up at. "is the Director."

"Who am I?" It was said again, but not to the Counselor, it was said with a step forward toward the Director, the man she felt comfortable with immediately. As she drew closer to him her radiance shone brighter, prismatic halos radiating in shards of light around her.

[deardirect0r]

It's just a program. Some cruel twist of fate had granted it the simulacrum of the woman he loved and no more. He would have to go over the preliminary scans of the flash cloned brain, there had to be some hidden defect in the process that had produced this. Damned nuisance that the brain itself was destroyed in the digitization process.

"Do..." His voice strained and he cleared his throat to start over. "Do you know your name?"

[hatesgoodbyes]

She had a name.

She had a name!

But she was tentative, like a scared fawn all jittery and unable to stay still. Things were so big, so bright and so loud! She needed to concentrate...Where had that idea come from? She heard another voice, like the Director but not. He was whispering that it would be ok, she would be ok. He'd help her and they would look after each other. Because ..because she was.."Allison?"

[deardirect0r]

"Shut it down Counselor." Panic and excitement surged through him at that name. It was impossible. Producing an AI based on a woman long since dead from a mind that wasn't her own.

"Sir, is that wise at this stage..?"

"I said shut it down!"

The Counselor nodded silently and for all intents and purposes the world ceased to be for the AI that claimed the name of Allison.

Beta would be fine, just sleeping until he could figure out what to do next. First he needed to clear his head. He dismissed everyone from the lab and barred anyone from activating or accessing the code to Beta under any circumstances.

He returned to lab late in the night. When he was ready to face the 'ghost in the machine' and could be certain that he wouldn't be interrupted by unwelcome company. It was hard to imagine that the simple box held something so powerful as a Smart AI.

Gingerly he removed the storage unit from the shelf and hooked it back up to the holoprojector. Steeling himself he sat and activated it... her... Allison.

[hatesgoodbyes]

"NO!" Things went black and quiet, it wasn't as terrifying as she thought it would be. That other voice was there again, soft and kind and telling her she would be alright, he would find her and they would be ok. She could let herself drift, and while she drifted things became more cohesive.

The world came back online, this time she knew what she was, Beta emerged and looked up at the Director before she looked around. "Director?"

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[OOC - Rolled a 4. Just want to clear it with you before I write up a prompt. Got a good idea of how to do this for Wash. :) ]

[hatesgoodbyes]

[Thumbs up! I like it! Let's see where this goes!]

Let me know if you want anything changed. :)

[dontpatr0nizeme]

It had been a long time since Epsilon was removed... A long time since the beginning of the extended time that they'd kept Wash locked away, poking at him and prodding... Then they'd begun working with him to make sure that he'd be ready for what they needed. It wasn't enough to just have him not likely to take another AI. They needed to make sure he would never question them.

They'd needed to break him. The Wash that was left was truly the loyal lapdog to the Director that he'd seemed before. More than before. Before Epsilon, he questioned. Now, there's nothing left but blind obedience. He hadn't see anyone outside his masters since being locked away. They were almost ready to let him out as a Recovery agent. They were just waiting on a good target to send him for. Anyone monitoring the communications of Freelancer would be noticing some references to a new addition to Recovery, but they were trying to keep it quiet. There were slips in information.

Especially the fact that Command planned to try to send this one for living Freelancers, rather than just beacons. Who wouldn't trust Washington? He was harmless before. They just needed a solid lead.

wouldn't change a thing!

[hatesgoodbyes]

The good thing about stealth is that when done right no one ever knew you did a thing. That is unfortunately also the bad thing. When you were trying to sound out the system, see who was paying attention you sometimes had to drop breadcrumbs. So she had been.

Just little things here and there for two weeks, a sighting, an unplanned demolition that put a crimp in the project's plans. A hijacked shipment of weapons, low key enough to not link together to the common gaze but targeted enough that the right people would know. She was counting on the right people acting on it too.

Recovery agents were the repo men of the Project, word had it they were staring to not care much about the state of the repo so long as the job got done. She might believe some people were capable of that..but not Wash. He was a good man, he deserved better. So she tripped the last bread crumb, a security sensor for an ill used storage facility in the run down section of a colony. She let the signal run and then she waited, one way or another she'd find out if the project failed in it's conversion of if the universe lost another good man to it.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

It was time. They'd been tracking Texas, watching, waiting for her to finally slip up and give them the chance to let lose their well broken in and loyal soldier. "She's there. Find her and bring her in. Do whatever it takes. The Director needs her and the equipment retrieved. Do not destroy her."

Washington looked at the floor, unable and unwilling to look anyone in the eye anymore. The person giving the orders waits for a response, which he gets promptly. "Yes, sir. I will not fail."

At that, Washington followed the instructions, letting them transport him into position, not thinking or considering the true repercussions of the orders. He was needed for the hunt. He was more than ready as he moved in, watching for signs of her.

There was an encrypted signal relaying a video feed from Washington, with an audio feed for relaying any updated orders.

[hatesgoodbyes]

She couldn't make it too easy, he'd suspect things were a set up if she did. So there was a bit of a challenge and she herself was cloaked as soon as the trackers indicated someone had broken perimeter. High ground, her favored vantage point and she took to the upper level of the building but sacrificed footing for it. The ledge was narrow, she hoped she wouldn't be up there long. No, with his training she knew she wouldn't be up there long.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Washington was carefully watching the area for signs of movements. The target was obviously hiding. Waiting. He needed to find her and take her down, fast. He wasn't quite looking up at the level she was on. He had been good before, but with flaws. They had been more worried about holding his leash remotely than increasing his abilities. He wasn't even saying a word.

[hatesgoodbyes]

Come on Wash..a little farther...He was being cautious, which was points to him. But she had a feeling he would try and take her down fast and from a distance. There was no way he was going to let her get too close to him. Which clearly meant she was going to have to get the drop on him. Good thing she'd thought to pick up a piece of chipped concrete before, she hefted it now and tossed it across the space from herself, the landing would make just enough noise to call attention.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Wash started at the noise, turning toward it, looking for signs of Tex. Deep in his mind, there's a little voice saying this feels like a trap. But there's a louder voice in his ear, urging him forward. His response is extremely soft. "Yes, sir."

His gun was readied, and he knew damn well what was needed.

[hatesgoodbyes]

That was all the lead she needed, Tex dropped down and tucked to roll forward and launch herself at Wash's back. Her intent was to barrel into him, knock him down and take his weapon. She didn't want to hurt him, of course that didn't mean she wouldn't, but still she didn't want to. A grunt and she collided with his body.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Wash heard that approach, as well as being yelled at by the voice in his ears. He hadn't seen it. They had. But there wasn't enough time to get out of the way. His responses were slowed. But he struggled under Tex's attack, trying to get loose. He needed to get a better position, enough to try capture her. The scolding continued. "Sorry sir."

Wash wasn't even thinking about it being the Tex from before. Someone he knew. He wasn't going to try to speak to her. Talk wasn't his place for the most part, unless they asked for it. All the one holding his leash for the moment had was scolding that he'd walked into a damn trap

Wash couldn't hold back a shudder at the voice in his ear promising how he was going to pay when he gets back. Even if he brought her in? He still failed.

[hatesgoodbyes]

"Wash!" Tex slid her arms under his, tucking his elbows behind him as she leaned hard against him. It wasn't a neat or clean maneuver, he was struggling too much for that, but it was enough to hopefully put her in a position to talk. Who was he talking to?

Oh shit! That's explained a lot, how he was so quick, so directed which had not been Wash before. They were keeping tabs on him and not waiting for reports. They were in his head and she knew exactly how that felt.

"Wash, you have to listen to me, shut down long range coms. Do it now." She pushed hard on his arms putting pressure on elbows and shoulder joints, enough to cause pain but not dislocate. She needed to convince him but it didn't mean she wanted to damage him.