LOTUS Part One: A Space Colony RP

"Wow so we are making progress," Brook said playfully. "I not clingy I just find myself being soooo attracted to your power," Brook said overexagerated. "As promise I will say my power involves electricity," Brook said. "If you want to know more I have to know more about your power," Brook said playfully tugging Emars arm.

"Tell you what you can even use that useless partner of mine for demonstration, emm," Brook said while glaring at Phil.

Brook upon hearing Phil being the 'main character' just face palmed herself. "I have no idea what you are referring to when you say main character," Brook sighed. "I might have too cut back on those cigerraters of your, maybe something not as strong," Brook said to the dirty monkey Phil

"Awfully stoic aren't we?" Brook said to Emar. "I never seen you in combat blah blah blah," Brook said in a mocking tone to Emar. "So emm-emm you want to be tight lipped don't you," Brook said mischievously. "Your choice we can either this the easy way or the hard way," Brook said going to retrieve something. "Please pick the hard way, emmy I would love to show you some of my tricks," Brook said to Emar.

Brook went over to Phil and whispered to him. "If Emar the grouch is going to countine to be grouchy, well I guess it will be time for a game of hide and seek," Brook whispered to the 'main character' Phil.

"Not with me you idiot, fine just watch," as Brook started summoning a thick fog. "I told you we could have done things the easy way but you brought this upon yourself," Brook said chuckling. "Slim chances let's see you try to get out of this," as Brook said making her way to Emar with rope in her hand. "You may be able to attract but good luck dogging what you can't see," Brook said making her way to Emar. "Let's see you get out of this," as Brook began to tie up Emar's legs and arms really tight.

"So sweetie still think I am just some helpless girl," Brook said to Emar. "Maybe I will leave you right here while I go ahead and do things while you are like this," Brook said to Emmy.

There's little room on New Earth for the regular population. Oddly enough, this actually makes finding room for black market operations easier. Turning a corner and muttering a keyword to a group of kids, Jerus casually strolled into the block-wide cess pool his "patient" had suggested meeting at. Jerus had already been here when dealing with other researchers, but found them painfully undereducated. They weren't trying to replicate or advance LOTUSes, they were just trying to make weapons. Just infusing venomous sacs into a man's jaws is nothing. Getting him to grow them, on the other hand, was a worthy achievement, especially when you can properly thread wires into his body so that he can unleash the toxins from other regions, or better still, have him grow an organic system for the same effect. Jerus sighed as he shook his drink in his hand. Not everyone can be a visionary. He had released some of the notes in his ancestor's journal, but the breakthroughs inside were largely ignored because they lacked destructive potential.

As he passed one of the brothels, a pair of women whistled at him, yelling "Hey, scaley! Come and show us a good time!" That was one of the tamest things they said.

"Filthy little bastards. They'll lust after anything. Perhaps that's something to consider fixing with the LOTUSes? Would certainly allow them to focus. Then again, the original group doesn't seem to have attempted breeding LOTUSes, so I should see how that works first. Then I can defertilize them." Continuing on his way, Jerus soon found his test subject leaning against one of the many doors lining the grand hall of illegitimacy.

"Hey-o! Have any trouble reaching the place? I nearly ended up with my wife and kid coming along. Woo, man! I tell ya, that would've-"

"I don't care about your family. Let's get in, and get to business."

"Oh. Well, all right. Hey, what're you drinking there, tea? Looks good."

"We call it Zen. It would slowly and painfully kill you if you drank it."

"Dang, why do you drink the stuff?"

"It doesn't kill us. It's akin to alcohol for you humans. Though, ours does less to our minds and more to our nervous systems. Effectively slows our perceptions, though the physical stress is severe."

"Hm. Yeah, the boys from church and I were thinking about hitting up the bars this weekend, but we'd probably sin more than we made up for and-"

"I care less about your gods and your friends than I do your family." Opening up the room, he points at the table and takes out his personal journal. "Lay down, shut up, and try to inhale as much of that anesthesia as you can. I'll be waking you up halfway through to test your enhanced reflexes. From there, I'll be installing the illumination you requested."

"Sure, sounds good. You have the money, right?"

"I've already sent it to your account."

Pulling out his phone, the man replied "Oh, I guess you did. I never gave you my account number though..."

"That didn't stop me. Why aren't you unconscious already?"

The next two hours were tedious for Jerus. He barely kept himself amused by experimenting a little with the altered DNA, attempting to modify it to work similarly to Draxan genetic material. It didn't work, of course, but it amused him. The other alterations were completed successfully, making the man more capable than most humans, though still only a minor threat. After shooing the man out and telling him to report back in a week, Jerus destroyed everything in the makeshift lab. "If I remember right, this complex was made twelve days ago. The soonest the authorities have ever found one of these places was ten days. I shouldn't have even come here." His trek back down the hall felt just like it did coming in. "Feh, I'll be fine. What I really need to worry about is finding a military acquaintance. Finding someone who knows what the military's up to would be nice, especially if they ever return to making and improving LOTUS designs. Then, I could either get a real job, or learn more in less time. Gotta love win-win situations... If only they'd hurry up and happen."

Still shaking his glass around, he decides to wait for a pay-ride to arrive, instead of walking to the teleporter like he did getting here. "Should let me enjoy more drinks."

While the Fantasia scientists and military men were frantically discussing matters, Anthea bought herself some time with Captain Rachnoff.

"I'll scout on ahead. I want to talk to him. I'll be fine, but I'll need the list of equipment I just texted you."

Rachnoff nodded. On LOTUS matters, Anthea was the authority. "It will take some time before I can release any equipment. I'm needed here."

Anthea shrugged, "I'm not. Let me know when it's ready." And then she vanished. The teleporter back to New Earth flashed the near instant she did.

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In Brittania now, checking her phone for updates. Nothing from Brook so...maybe later. There was a new LOTUS awoken. Not a priority one, but there was one somewhere around here. Last seen going into maintenance with Mr. Nuclear. Guess she'll just have to take a look around.

In absolutely no time at all she eventually found Kyrie on her way out. Civilians don't come down here all that often. So odds are she's the one. If not...she'll practice her bluffing. With time still frozen, she decided to take the least spooky approach she could think of. Ensuring her hologram was up, Anthea appeared behind her out of nowhere and said "Hey. You wake up recently?"

Anthea wasn't phased by the blades. She was more perturbed by the curse word. It's frankly archaic to anyone who isn't a LOTUS, but she supposed that made it more charming.

"A friend. My name's Anthea. I try to make people like us comfortable around here."

Rather than follow her direction, Emar went the other way.

Backing further away, Kyrie shudders, the shock from thinking she was about to kill somebody settling in alongside the fear of the knowledgeable enigma in front of her. "N-no, not all of that yet. Y-you're a LOTUS? I-I'm Kyrie..." Despite her anger with him, she found herself wishing Manhattan was still with her.

He waited for a short while, mentally preparing his facade. (Now should be a good time...) pulling out the communicator. (Oh that's convenient, her number is first on speed dial, works well for my act.) he taps in the command to place the call to Anthea...