Lugar de Morte - Superhero RP

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Lucius was still trying to process what the General meant about the American bits to freaky-sponge-man. Was having vendettas not an American attitude or only silly vendettas? What classified it as silly?

His mind would eventually catch onto it only being rhetoric to get Max to do what the Military wanted. It wasn’t just on the nose, it was stated outright, but sometimes one gets caught up in weird little details. But with the tour resume, Lucius made sure to get back in line. Preferably away from Max.

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Veronica mentions, “I am able to, well, spontaneously combust and control fire. It has been a hard time dealing with it.”

Veronica walked quietly behind. She made sure her gloves were on snugly just in case she accidently touched anything.

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“And how do you intend to figure that out?” Wen suddenly asked.

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“Presumably asking. Like he just did.” Silas said with a shrug.

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The red doors swung open as Dr. Huber walked through, taking a few confident steps forward before turning around to address the group.

“This is where you will be staying. Each of the rooms is sanitized once a week, and each room has a name on the door corresponding to the first name of the occupant. Some of those here choose to decorate their rooms quite distinctively, but how or if you wish to do so is entirely up to you.”

“As mentioned earlier,” Dr. Huber continued, walking past a flight of stairs which led to the second story of rooms. “Our library is located in the same building. There are not many books currently available, due mostly to our desire for the eventual construction of a completely separate library, with five times the amount of space.” He walked through the open doorway which separated the white-painted concrete of the living quarters with the rich maple walls of the library, which consisted of one room with every inch of wall space covered with bookshelves.

On the top of one of these bookshelves, almost directly next to the doorway itself, and unnoticed by Dr. Huber until he turned around to smile at the group before his expression fell in disappointment, was a boy not older than 12, his eyes glowing with excitement, buried in an old book with a brown cover. He remained infatuated with the hardcover until Huber cleared his throat, causing the child to jump into the air and crash down onto the floor in a heap.

“I thought I told you.” Huber responded, catching the book as it fell without taking his eyes off the boy, his tone of voice harsher than when he had addressed Max. “These books are valuable, very valuable, and you know why you can’t be handling them yourself.”

The boy seemed to shrink away at the accusation, even while the doctor thumbed through the book to find a page to present - one with a very smoky thumbprint practically burned into the page. It was no surprise to see it, either, as the boy seemed to be made entirely of black smoke, which billowed off his body at an impressive rate, dissipating entirely less than a foot from his skin. “I’m sorry,” He pleaded, seemingly hoping his glowing white eyes and mouth would do the legwork of winning the argument for him.

Dr. Huber shut the book with a loud THUD, emphasizing the impact of the two covers as much as he could. “This library is a privilege to you. Take better care of it. Go.” He ushered the boy away after the lad had finished nodding profusely, sighing deeply and placing the book on an open spot on the shelf. “He has a tremendous amount of energy, and a tremendous talent for driving the staff up the wall. Sometimes literally.” He smirked, gesturing with his thumb at a smoky hand print on the wall.

“Are there any questions?”
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Silas checked to see if his name was on any of the doos on this story, and if it was, poked his head inside his room to get a feel for the interior.

“Do we need a card to check these out?” Silas asked as he walked by the shelves, already beginning browse the selection, specifically looking for any on languages, Arabic, Croatian, and French to be precise.

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Lucius raises a hand up, though only waits a couple seconds before asking his question.

“Are we the ones required to clean the rooms once a week or is someone else doing that?”

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Dr. Huber chuckled and scratched his cheek before answering, but his answer was cut off abruptly by Lucius’ question.

“We ask that if you are using any of the books, that they remain in the library for the time you are using them, but you can make special request to take a book elsewhere if you prefer reading in a different environment. As for cleaning,” He said, turning to Lucius, “we handle that process ourselves, but request that you do not leave anything perishable in your room on the day of cleaning, as it will be discarded.”

Conveniently enough, Silas’ room was the second closest to the library entrance on the right side. It was roughly six feet wide and twelve feet deep, painted white and furnished with a bed and chair. The door was remarkably sturdy, and to Silas’ thoughtful touch, felt as if it had something mechanical inside.

One book has info on the history of the Arab civilizations, but no other books with their contents listed on the spine had any info on either the Croatian or French languages.

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Noticing Silas looking for his room, Wen decided to do the same, hoping to find his own.

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Wen’s room was on the middle of the second floor, left side. The center of the second floor walkway was empty, and guardrails on either side minded the gap. If he decided to break from the group and explore it, Wen would find the room and furnishings to be identical to what Silas discovered.

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With a slight frown at the lack of reading material he was hoping to find, Silas grabbed the book on Arabia.

“Can I make a request for a plane heading to Turkmenbashi?” He asked, half sarcastically, as he began to quickly swipe through the first pages of the book.

“And could you let me know when you get anymore books on languages in here?”

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With this clarification, Lucius opens his mouth just enough to ■■■■■ his jaw forward and position his teeth underneath his lips. He tightens his top lip into a similar position with those teeth and then, still keeping jaw slightly extended, brings his mouth back to a close. Essentially sandwiching his lips inside his mouth, making a “-_-” face while thinking this over, head slightly tilted. Even crossing his arms by slipping the arm into the opposite sleeve at some point during this process.

“Could I have a list of what chemicals and stuff is used for the room cleaning?” Lucius eventually asks.

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Dr. Huber smiled knowingly and gave a small nod in reply.

Huber turned, eyebrows raised, and paused before answering.

“Technically none. Oh, but on occasion something inorganic may be temporarily taken, and we will be sure to return it to you expediently.”

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“What do you mean ‘technically none’?” Lucius asked.

His head shifted its lean to the other side as he processed this. Most would pick up inorganic item removal as something to worry about. What if they took away your electronic device and bugged it? Or took its data, wiped its files, reimaged the thing? And of all the things to question in this new life Lucius found himself in, questioning of cleaning methods may seem the most odd.

But not to Lucius.

“No all-purpose-cleaner sprays, no blue-liquid glass cleaners that kill talking crows, no alcohol wipes, not even bleach? There’s no way this place is cool enough to just use water and microfiber. Come on, what sort of corpo contract are we being killed - er, “cleaned” with?”

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Veronica was immensely uncomfortable with the flammable, well, everything. Books, beds, etc. Clearly this place was not made in mind for her. And while the boy made of smoke would probably be fine if she committed accidental arson, she didn’t seem to enjoy everyone else’s chances.

“Is there somewhere else I could stay?” Veronica asked. “Somewhere less flammable?”

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“Thanks.” Silas said, eyes still locked on the book.

“And about that equipment for those of us going on the mission?”

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Dr. Huber’s smile buckled on itself as he tried to stifle a laugh.

“Please, sir, no one on our staff has any intent to kill anyone else.” He turned the impromptu laugh into a chuckle. “Perhaps you would like to meet our cleaning division?”

The Doctor looked at the bedroom in confusion, as the walls were concrete, but with Veronica’s exact capabilities unknown, it was quite possible even industrial concrete was not strong enough to withstand something involuntary.

“Your status is… Significantly more potent than the last person here with abilities akin to yours.” Dr. Huber scratched his ear. “If you can suffer one night, I promise we will have something a bit more durable prepared for you tomorrow.”

“Ah,” Huber paused, looking at his watch. “The General has surely had enough time by now. For those of you desiring to aid in his military activities, I will escort you to the landing pad. The rest of you may go where you please and do as you like. If you have any questions, either the staff or the established residents will be able to assist you.”

One of the rooms emitted a muffled but still rather loud laugh. , prompting the Doctor to sigh. “Willing is up for debate.” Beckoning with one arm, he turned and marched towards the door.

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Veronica thanks the doctor for his assurance. “I just don’t desire to be a liability. I have already dealt enough with that.”

Veronica follows the doctor, for she was most certainly interested in helping with the military activities. At least, to ensure none of the other patients here got into too much danger. She knew she would feel guilty otherwise.

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“I don’t think the staff would on purpose, but the–egh, maybe later.” Lucius answers.

He waits a bit to see which of the others leave for the General’s mission. Somewhat curious if others than the volunteers from earlier would join. Though once they’re away, figures it was probably best to try and find his room first. A need that increases as he realizes that he has been who knows how long away from the internet. Surely any followers he had left would have completely abandoned him by now!

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Silas nodded, following behind Huber and Veronica, continuing to flip through his book, seemingly absorbed in it.

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