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  • [air raid siren wail: ongoing, auto-filter activated]
  • Stormguard: [door opens, rapid footsteps, distant gunfire, distant shouting, door slammed shout] Dr. Westerman, I'm A.R.G.U.S. Agent 27, Alex Parker. I'm here to extract you.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: That is quite alright. I'm perfectly safe here.
  • Stormguard: Sir, I have my orders. You're to come with me one way or another
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: I have ARGUS clearance, Agent Parker. Under whose orders are you operating?
  • Stormguard: Chief of Operations Diggle, sir.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: Lyla... [whisper enhancement:] I told her not to interfere... [normal volume:] I feel it would be better if we remained in my office. This is perfectly secure area, decidedly more safe than the corridors-
  • Stormguard: Sir, I can handle a few psychos with pointy sticks.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: [sigh, footsteps] Very well then... If you insist.
  • Stormguard: Thank you, sir... [door opens, footsteps] Coast is clear. Come on, sir. Follow me. [rapid footsteps: 2 instances, door opens, rapid footsteps: 2 instances, clatter] You know the chief? Oh, sorry... I like to engage in small talk in tense situations like- [footsteps] Whoa, not that way! [clatter, distant shouting, distant flesh tearing, distant beast screeching, rapid footsteps: 2 instances, door slammed shout, lock engaged] Did you see that? That was Langstrom...
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: Indeed.
  • Stormguard: Bu he's been missing for months... Why'd he come back to Arkham? And why's he attacking guards? I thought he was on our side now.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: Perhaps he's not himself at the moment?
  • Stormguard: You're talking about mind control? Yeah, probably... You're quite the mastermind- err... master of minds- expert on brains. Sorry...
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: Interesting slip of the tongue, Alex...
  • Stormguard: Sorry. The language center of my head taking a backseat to the tactical side of brain right now. I'm busy assessing the situation here...
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: The stairs would be safest.
  • Stormguard: I'll trust you- [rapid footsteps on stairs: 2 instances, whack, body falling down stairs, thud]
  • Wildlife: [footsteps: 3 instances, laughter] That looked like it hurt, didn't it?
  • Belladona: [giggle] It did. [footsteps] The widdle ARGUS Agent bump him head? Want Belladona to kiss it better? [giggle, clatter, groaning, cloth scrunching, moist lip smack, pleasured moaning]
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: Leave him alone... You've come for me, haven't you?
  • Silhouette: Wow, someone's in the know. That's right, doc. Talia al Ghul would like to have words with you. Apparently, you pose a risk to the life of her son...
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: If you knew anything about me you'd know how preposterous of a notion that was...
  • Silhouette: Maybe so, doc... But we don't know you from Adam, so you're batting zeroes today.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: Very well, then. Take me, but leave the agent-
  • Silhouette: [telekinetic thrum, body smashing into wall, thud, debris clattering] Deal. [telekinetic thrum] Come on, girls. I got the target in tow. [telekinetic thrum] Wildfire, hack that keypad!
  • Stormguard: [scream, whack, whoosh, thud, rapid footsteps, debris shifting, brick smashed against, skull, pained screaming, whack, thud] Sorry. I can't let you do that!
  • Silhouette: Impressive moves. [telekinetic thrum] Rina, you okay?
  • Belladona: [giggle, blood dripping] He bwoke me nowse... [giggle, blood dripping] I wike him. Wet me kill him, pwease... [giggle, blood dripping]
  • Silhouette: [sigh] Fine, make it quick. [telekinetic thrum]
  • Stormguard: Bring it. [mechanical whirring, energy weapon charging]
  • Belladona: Oh... I awready bwought it, woverboy...
  • Stormguard: What do you mean you already- [gasp, stumbling footsteps]
  • Belladona: [giggle] Dat's what I mean.
  • Stormguard: [gasp, desperate gasp, wheezing] Wha-? [knees hitting concrete floor, wheezing, choking]
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: [groan] Stop it. [heavy breath] The deal was you let him live... [pained sigh] Give him the antidote now or-
  • Wildlife: Oh, quit yor whinning and enjoy the show!
  • Silhouette: Sorry, doc. I have to agree with my associate on this one. The agent sort of asked for,didn't he? [telekinetic pop, thud] What the [expletive]?! My TK just short out! Wildfire, handle the doc.
  • Wildlife: With pleasure... []footsteps, vorpal crackle, whack, bones breaking, pained scream] The [expletive]?! My hand! He's got a force field or something.
  • Monitor: [vorpal crackle, spatial schism snap] Or something... [fingers snap, vorpal crackle, spatial schism snaps: 3 instances, slow footsteps]
  • Stormguard: [weak wheezes] What... [weak wheezes] ... are... [weak wheezes] you?
  • Monitor: I am the one who told Lyla not to interfere... Now I have to improvise. [wheezing, vorpal crackle, spatial schism snap]
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: [groan, hand dusting off fabric] Was that necessary?
  • Monitor: This is a matter of perspective.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: Like all things... Nevertheless, I thought you hated this Deus Ex Machina stuff?
  • Monitor: This is not a contrived plot device.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: Are you certain of that?
  • Monitor: Who am I to question the Fatewriter?
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: Uh-huh...
  • Monitor: An otherworldly threat has been unleashed upon us. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: So you're assembling the Challengers?
  • Monitor: No. I'm assembling a new team of Challengers.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: A new team? Why?
  • Monitor: For one, the Challengers of the Unknown are busy at the moment on the matter of another assigment... and this particular threat requires a bit more firepower.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: How so?
  • Monitor: The Anti-Monitor.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: Oh... Wait, how is that-?
  • Monitor: Do not concern yourself that. It is best for your personal continuity if you are left out of these cosmic events.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: If you say so, but-
  • Monitor: But what?
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: I cannot help but feel a sense of overwhelming deja vu.
  • Monitor: Like I said, the less you know about-
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: Something happened, didn't it?
  • Monitor: Doctor, please, do not assert your limited cosmic awereness. it will only complicate matters further-
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: Either tell me now or I'll-
  • Monitor: Fine! [sigh] Very well... Let us not do anything too rash. There was an incident.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: What kind of incident?
  • Monitor: I don't have the time to explain this.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: You froze time. I think you can spare an eternity or two.
  • Monitor: It really is best if-
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: You are forgetting. I know your weakness.
  • Monitor: Magic?
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: Kismet.
  • Monitor: [sigh] Well played, dostor... Very well. There was an incident.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: What kind of incident? A breach?
  • Monitor: Yes... also on the Second and Third Walls.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: The Foundation?
  • Monitor: Intact, mostly. But there was some residual damage to the Beyond. More substantial than originally estimated. Some Fanatics were corrupted by the Bleed.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: How corrupted?
  • Monitor: Full corruption. They had to be contained in the Below with the other Trolls.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: That is upsetting... What of their avatars and artifacts?
  • Monitor: Edited from the Tapestry, their energies reweaved to make a better story overall.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: Ah... Very well, then... I wish you luck on this endeavor.
  • Monitor: Before I go, you know there is a matter I must attend to...
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: I have never been one to disagree with the scent of strawberries. I do find deja vu to be a little unsettling, but nevertheless, I accept it. Let's get it over with. You have artifacts waiting to be recruited... again.
  • Monitor: So you know, you'll wake in your bed in the morning with no memory of this. As far as you recall, you left before this incident.
  • Dr. Roy Westerman: I can live with that. [chuckle]
  • Monitor: [vorpal crackle, spatial schism snap, sigh] Ignorance would be bliss... Oh, well. No time to waste. I have much work to do. [cape rustling, footsteps, vorpal crackle spatial schism snap, silence, distant gunfire]

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