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Roger pulled into the plaza of assorted street vendors, intending to pick up some fresh flowers for his home. Stepping out of his car, he approached a floral stand and picked out a bouquet of white tulips. Having paid, he notices two locals nearby, Olivia and Shayla. He walks up to the both of them, smiling, and says to Olivia, “How are your students treating you? They stopped by at the museum a couple of weeks ago, bit of a rowdy bunch. Good to see so much curiosity in a younger generation though. For the most part.”
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Roger disembarks from the airplane, flying in from New York after visiting his daughter at college. He steps off the plane, dragging his solitary black luggage bag, and steps out to the parking lot. There, he loads his bag into the trunk of his rich blue modified Ciroen DS, and, before getting into the driver’s seat, sniffs in the crisp ocean air and smell of flowers, as well as listening to the sweet song of local birds. “It’s good to be home…” He puts on his aviators, and drives into the city.
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Greetings, all! I look forward to rping with everyone!
Persons: Dr. Lt. Roger Tenonson (Primary) [Emily Tenonson (Adopted Daughter; visits at times, but usually away at college in another city)]
Profession: Librarian and Curator of Literary Antiquities/Scientific Consultant/Former Entrepreneur
Living Place: A pleasant ‘American Craftsman’-style home placed directly on the border between the Einstein Project and Scholar’s Plaza, in proximity to a Transportation area (trains); also, he keeps a small, private apartment in the City Capitol
Backstory: Having originally grown up in Cornell, Roger briefly served as a doctor in the military, first on the front-lines, and later as a research specialist developing bionics and artificial tissue. As one of the youngest and celebrated officers and researchers for his age, he retired, having achieved the rank of lieutenant, after fifteen years at the age of 35. He then, briefly moving to New York, ended up adopting a young child named Emily, the child of his previous Cornell sweetheart Sarah Rogers, who tragically and prematurely died in a lab accident at the Einstein Project. Having adopted the four-year-old Emily, he returned to Cornell, and became a dedicated and trusted member of the community, with a small fortune from his former patents. Ultimately, however, he set aside his scientific interests following the death of Sarah, serving only as a consultant and administrator for certain projects. Instead, he attends and oversees certain more diplomatic matters in town politics, and has pursued his passion for history and reading as one of the head Librarians and overall Curator of Literary Antiquities at the various museums, taking care of older books and other artifacts. He is now 50, but, despite his calm, welcoming exterior, has had darkness touch various aspects of his life, with secrets of the past threatening his present.
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Where might a library/museums be?
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((Btw, can someone explain to me who the heck Hweq was?))
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A mental apparition of Odysseus appears between Apollo and Jack, taking a bite from an apple and carrying a small cup of tea. “You two really are quite stupid, you know that, right?” Odysseus moves off to a nearby ledge, and sits on it. He points to the ceiling, and says, “First of all, this place is set to self destruct in, oh, say,” Odysseus glances at his watch, “three minutes. Not to mention, these teammates are all that you have right now. Literally. I, and by I, I mean Ozymandias, am destroying worlds like… Well like something easy to destroy. And what do you two do? Fight! 20 trillion people dead. More about to die! The Council can do very little, due to their minimal interference prerequisites, blah blah blah. What I’m saying, is that you two are acting very petty. And tiny. And Jack, don’t even get me started on Calypsa and Ree. In short, what I’m saying, is shut the hell up, and get your damn act together you vengeful sons of birches!” Odysseus looks down on them from his ledge, raising an eyebrow and taking a sip of his tea.
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“I can’t say that I do.” <i>Ozymandias states. </i>”And I certainly won’t remember killing you.” Ozymandias pushes his mace further into the grooves, and his fortress of pillars suddenly falls out, shooting both Ozymandias and the structure into space. A self-destruct sequence rings throughout the ship.
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Ozymandias‘ eyes dull from their red hue, and the apparition of Odysseus fades from the eyes of the other. Suddenly, his voice changed to that of Odysseus’, the figure that is Ozymandias starts, saying, “No… Not you. You weren’t supposed to become this Jack. When you died… You were supposed to be the BETTER MAN!” Ozymandias’ eyes and voice are restored, and he bellows, “You dare speak of vengeance, boy? You lack vision! You blame me, when I will save the world! These lives do not matter! I will make better ones, for all of us, while you only destroy! You don’t know what VENGEANCE is!” Ozymandias strikes his mace into the grooves, and suddenly the surrounding energy pillars rush inwards, forming a wall around Ozymandias and concealing him. Then, the pillars begin spinning, and the ship spins around them, as the exterior of the ship begins to break apart.
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Ozymandias edges towards the center of the throne room, standings on a perfect circle, with three small grooves receded into the floor. “Yes, elaborate.”
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((Uh. But, I have homework! I don’t have time to fight!)) Ozymandias turns around, his eyes burning red at the sight of the others. “You were fools for coming aboard, and you underestimate my power. I would take great pleasure in killing all of you, but who is going to die first…?” Ozymandias pulls a mace off the walls, and seals it into his magnetized metal gloves. It sparks, as energy goes coursing through Ozymandias’ body, and in the other hand he grasps a circular shield, simple in design. “I have consumed the energy of hundreds of worlds. Trillions of lives! And I will consume more! You cannot stop me. The only man who could have was Odysseus, and I defeated him to! I broke his mind, like I will break you all!” As Ozymandias says this, a faint apparition of Odysseus flickers, appears, and takes form near Ozymandias, unseen by him but known to the others. Odysseus mutters, realizing the situation, “well, this is awkward. I really must insist that you all not kill me though, especially if you want to save a lot of people.” Odysseus approaches them. “Seriously, this is a bad idea.”
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The harvesters descend upon the worlds, having made short work of many of the intermediate systems. SAL approaches Ozymandias in his throne. “Sir, we have consumed roughly 973 worlds as of now, and have 617 more left to defeat. I believe that we can label this Operation a victory, sir.” Ozymandias rises at this, approaching one of the holograms and modifying the battle strategy before responding, “there is no victory, SAL. Only vengeance.” He pauses, sending out orders to certain fleets, “this is only a start. Phase 2 was the infection point. There are still so many worlds out there, and they are but pawns. The next phase is indirect more important than these…” Ozymandias glances at a nearby casualty counter, “thirteen trillion lives. Notify me when the harvesters arrive. I am going to begin preparation.” Ozymandias walks away to the Catacomb, leaving SAL floating in the center of the room, silent.
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((Wait wait wait wait wait… … … Midzog is alive?!))
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As the lab goes hurtling through space towards its forest destination, the chamber inside opens, and a purple and gray smoke flows out of the chamber. Inside is revealed Ree’s newly constructed form, clothed in a black semi-biological morphmail.
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((Ree, what’s up with those shards? Do you want me to do something with them, like what I did above, or just remove that post? I can have it be used to make a new body for your new character, and your character can even have some of the old identity. Whatever you want.))
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The chip flies through a small self-generated wormhole, and arrives on the deck of Ozymandias’s ship. It floats past him, unnoticed, and one of the SGC orbs, GAL’s approaches and levitates it towards a computer terminal. GAL reviews the logs, and was out a sigh. ‘How sad.’ GAL pulls the chip out, as roughly half of its data is corrupted, except for certain personality subroutines and memories. She brings it to the lower deck, to one of the several labs, and inserts it into a transparent case. Inside the case, a mass of organic and synthetic materials begin to be formed and printed, bearing the first resemblance to someone familiar. GAL returns to the throne room, and floating next to Ozymandias speaks up. “Sir, the team at Omicron-Alpha has requested one of your mobile labs. Shall I send it?” Ozymandias sits silently in his chair, having been this way since cutting the feed from Calypsa, and wipes away a tear. “Yes, fine GAL. Deploy it, as long as there’s an empty one.” ‘There is, sir.’ As she says this, the room with Ree’s chip is deployed away towards a forest planet far away, not the Omicron site but instead the Varbogad settlement, and on the screen of the transparent chamber is the words: Beginning Mental Construction and Restoration. Subject: Ree.