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“Hey, Snacks, I’m just gonna go ahead and leave my number with you, since they’re a bit busy. I’ve gotta go study.”
With that, Heckie Blair left the scene of the crime.
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A Memo:
Blair has befriended the transhumans. The Blair experiment just became the Blair operation.
For the time being, he is to be kept oblivious to our influence. In time, we will approach him, but not before he has the authority to act as a hero for human interests.
Humanity will be its own vanguard in the days to come. We will not allow transhuman interest to govern our future.
God help us all.
-Administrator Yannic, Department of Transhuman Affairs
(OOC: I’m gonna call it a night, folks. Seeya tomorrow!)
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“Yeah, okay, I don’t know what I was expecting from a group of people who already think they’re above the laws of the land,” Heck said. He’d dated once, but honestly he found the whole experience bland and without purpose. It wasn’t his partner – he just couldn’t enjoy the concept itself.
If he was going to become friends with these interesting folks, he’d have to learn to guess when Exit Stage Heckie was going to be in order.
“Don’t even think about kissing me,” he said deadpan to Kaz.
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“Okay, credit where it’s due,” Heck said, “Snacks here actually makes some sense. The rest of you… If this is your way of trying to befriend me, I’m cool with that, but I seriously have no special abilities.”
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“No. No I don’t have powers. I have a high tolerance for alcohol and a hangover. That’s my power,” he said. “Why are you guys even here? Don’t any of you go to school or have jobs or anything?”
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At this point, the majority of the staff are seated in the observation room. Blair seems to be in. This may just succeed after all.
As long as the boy plays his part.
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“Gahhh. Superhero. transhuman, superhuman. Whatever the word is, it seems like everyone I meet today is one,” Heck said. “Is today ‘throw magic people at Heckie Blair until he cracks’ day or something?”
Heck paused for a moment.
“I swear, as soon as I’m out of here I’m buying pepper spray.”
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Heck looked on. “I can’t decide if I need to drink less or drink more,” he said.
Wait a minute.
“You’re one of those crazy superhero types, aren’t you?” He asked Kaz. “Actually, don’t answer that. Focus on the guy with the gun. I’ll just be… uh… Do curses exist? ‘Cause you guys seem to be haunting me.”
With that, Heckie broke into a brisk stride away from the chaos.
Some days were beer days. Some days were coffee days.
Heckie Blair knew which one today was going to be.
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“Well, you see,” Heck said, “ever since…” And on he went again. “…And then I started calling Jeff ‘Brick’ and…”
“…So her nickname pretty much had to be Gears…”
“…And this guy, his name was Bones I think, I was calling him Spooky until he decided to cut my finger off…”
“…I have no idea what her name was but she fixed my hand somehow so she’s gonna be Doc…”
“…And basically yeah, I have nicknames for everyone.”
In case it wasn’t obvious, Heck liked to tell stories.
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“Thanks Snacks,” Heck said.
Honestly, he didn’t even bother to remember Kaz’s name. He was already just ‘Snacks.’
“I’ll check it out later. The business with my finger earlier will probably have me a bit leery knocking on doors for a while.”
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A Memo:
We’re definitely onto something now. One of the transhumans just gave Blair a card. This could be the angle we need.
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(OOC: Public service announcement for everyone on the site: There is an edit button in the top right corner of your post for fixing typos. :3)
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“Ahh, what the hell,” Heck said, taking a seat. “Basically, it all started two years ago when I decided I wanted to be a lawyer…” Heck told the entire duration of the story from here. “…And then the letter showed up! I couldn’t believe it! I was accepted into…”
Most of the story was honestly neither interesting nor relevant. “…And then Brick – er, sorry, that’s my nickname for him. His name’s Jeff. He swung out his arm like this…” But it was quite a tale. “…Yeah, they put app on my phone for free! I don’t really know why…”
And on the story went. “…So I realized that I’d spent almost all my money on textbooks and saranac…” And on. “…And the dorms were filled, so I checked Craigslist for offers in the area…” And on. “…And honestly a free room just because they liked the look of me sounded great until I realized they had a dog that was a skeleton. Crazy, right? And then…”
And on. “…And then this guy whipped a scythe out of nowhere and cut my finger off! I think he might have been the grim reaper…” And on. “…And then this cool chick who I think might have said something about angels at some point made my finger grow back…”
And finally it came to an end. “…And then they gave me pancakes and kicked me out of the building, and now I’m just enjoying my day. Weird, the people you run into out here.”
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“My feet,” Heck answered. “Well, my feet and a city bus, but mostly my feet. Also Craigslist, which turned out to be a dirty liar. It’s a long, long, long story.”
(OOC: My posts are getting so shoooort)
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“I’m good, thanks,” Heck said. “I just ate. Glad to meet you, Kaz.”
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A solitary figure sits in the monitoring room. The others have left, but it was his money they poured into this. He figures it won’t kill him to at least wait and see the kid walk out of the neighborhood.
One of the known transhumans bumps into the kid. The two are talking. Maybe this isn’t over yet.
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Heck took the young man’s hand and climbed to his feet. “Thanks buddy,” he said, dusting his coat off. “And trust me, this is by far the least awful thing that happened today. Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
“My name’s Heckie Blair, by the way. Don’t ask. It’s Scottish. Folks just call me Heck. What about you?”
Heck was glad to talk to a stranger who was not one of those transhumans, and this pedestrian was clearly an ordinary human being, after all.
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Heck continued his pleasant walk down the street. The sun was out. The birds were singing. It was warm, but not hot. Overall, it was a nice day. Far better to enjoy it out here than locked in some nutjobs’ basement, he would guess.
Someone’s dog ran at him, barking. He tossed his extra finger and the dog went tearing after it.
What a nice day it was.
What a weird day it was.
(OOC: This post is solely for kicks n giggles)
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Heck began his walk down the street, then pulled his severed pinky from his pocket. On examination, the new one that Fallen had healed onto his hand was indistinguishable from the original.
“I wonder how much money I could get for this,” he said to nobody.
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A memo:
I believe the experiment failed. Mercifully, Blair is unharmed by his experiences. We were unable to monitor him after more of the transhumans became active in the building, but somehow he emerged with his lost finger returned to his hand.
I recommend he remain uninformed of his role in this. In all likelihood, he will be able to return to a normal life after this. He was a good candidate, but perhaps our world is fated to sit in the hands of transhumans indefinitely.
I am closing the book on this project. It’s back to the drawing board tomorrow morning.
(OOC: This post was solely for the purpose of generating narrative later)