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Furanken Shutain-hakase Crew
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 Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 4:39 pm
 d⊕ς†⊕r ✖ ƒrαηκεη✖ š†εïη
→ ѕнιвυѕєη'ѕ ѕтяσηgєѕт мєιѕтєя ←
I want to dissect you~♪
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As his cigarette fell- Stein watched the thin stream of smoke flow from it's still burning, orange tip that provided such a small amount of light with a timed glow. Anxiety rose in a rather uproar from the doctor's perspective of what he had witnessed- there sat young Jordon, digging his finger nails into his wooden chair, whimpers and grunts replacing the use of words and proper vocabulary. Frankly- he looked like a mess- sunken in a state of paranoia. The trembling- caused possibly by the young man's lack of stability in this current moment- didn't exactly help either.
How long would it go on for?
As the digging and engraving suddenly ceased, the doctor's hand fell upon the table before him, perching them upwards from his elbows, and clasping his hands in front of him- each finger entwining with each other. Observations carried on from earlier- still watching Jordon's every motion- though it wasn't as if he had anything better to watch. It did capture his interest to see how someone unstable would react to the thought of what happened in this very, small, serious-atmosphered room. Once Jordon calmed- each word was listened to carefully, being registered in his mind. Much like earlier, what was spoken by the redhead was similar to how he had spoken when the man of scientist had first entered the room.
Stuttered, as well as hoping to escape from this interrogation- or at least, from Stein- which seemed terribly agonizing from the redhead's point of view, at the least, is what Stein had thought.
Rays from the dim ceiling lamp casted a gleam upon the lenses of his glasses once more, "Oh, I get it. You're eager to get this over with, huh? Well, about the earlier question then- what were your reasons for kidnapping Alex?" It was a simple start- that's how he wished to begin that series of questions.
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✖ The doctor is in: Shibusen's Interrogation room. ✖
✖ What's on his mind: My main objective. ✖
✖ Mood: Highly serious ✖
✖ Music playing in his head: Kill the Rock ✖
✖ Sanity: I'm alright- I'm still calm and collected.. ✖ [[OOC: Not very happy with this post either.. oAe ]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 2:25 pm
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J o r d o n i L a w i A l b a r n dkjsporksporkfndsporksporkjdjfknvdjfddfdhdjfu ɹ ɐ q ן ɐ i ʍ ɐ ן i u o p ɹ o ſ " α мi ι i c r α z y ? "jnbkjnkjnkjnkjn  sporksporksporksporkspork【♠】So now I pray to my nation destroyed under god. sporksporksporksporkspork【♣】It's the end of the World.sporksporksporksporkspork【♥】Let's watch this city burn. From the skylights on top of the world.sporksporksporksporkspork【♦】Till there's nothing left of her. Let's watch Death City burn the world.d
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His hair still hung in his face, but lifting his head he flipped the strand of hair he had aqquired thanks to his papa out of his face. His pupiless blue eyes, the ones he had inherited from his dad, stared back at Stein, still looking frightened, and still unstable... but seemingly he was calm for now.
"What... were my reasons to kidnap, Alex...?" He murmured to himself, saying it slow, as if translating what Stein had asked to himself.
The boy looked away for a moment, trying to think. His eyebrows pulled together as he tried to recall everything that had occured that night.. It was difficult to say considering the clown made it hard to remember any memories while the clown was within you, clouding your mind.
"I... was upset... mad.." Jordon started, his hands gripping at the armrest once more as if to try and stedy himself. "I wanted to come home.... and I found Kid... I... I was so hopeful.. I thought I could come back home... I-I thought he could help me... I--I just wanted help Stein... I wanted help.... but he denied me help... He took me to see my papa... then he kicked me out of the city... telling me not to come back or I would be imprisoned...." Jordon inhaled a deep breath before exhaling. "I just wanted help! .... Y-You can imagine how angered i became by this... I-I returned back to headquarters, and when I got the, the clown sensed my lack of stability... h-he took advantage of it... a-and that was about the last thing I remember until i found myself laying on the ground in Death City, Patti over me with a gun in my face." rawr▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀
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Furanken Shutain-hakase Crew
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 11:32 am
d⊕ς†⊕r ✖ ƒrαηκεη✖ š†εïη
→ ѕнιвυѕєη'ѕ ѕтяσηgєѕт мєιѕтєя ←
I want to dissect you~♪
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The silence in the room was a little unnerving as Stein's eyebrow ceased to be risen- but it had it's reasons for the room being so incredibly quiet. Either Jordon was nervous, thinking back, or was making something up on the spot. Red hair was flipped- Stein's eyes now unintentionally locked with Jordon's sapphire ones. The odd thing was- with Jordon's eyes being pupiless, staring at Stein, it was like he were some kind of bizarre doll that "stared into one's soul"- as if Meisters hadn't already accomplished that factor of Soul-seeing. He couldn't exactly read what emotions hung around the deep blue pools-it was actually somewhat difficult.
But when Jordon spoke- his thoughts were interrupted again. Every word, sentence, detail of Jordon's explanation was processed in the doctor's mind- carefully being repeated in his thoughts to search for some kind of loophole. A slow nod was given as he listened, the given information now being stored in his memory, and to bring out for later use. Franken Stein's line of vision- once focused on Jordon's eyes- scanned over the young red head once more. He wasn't seeing if Jordon was lying- per say- those would be obviously be revealed by sweat, a change of stories and whatnot- but what emotions were being shown through body language. Of course, a piece of the red head's explination caught the Meister's attention...
The clown.
Stein's silver eyebrow jerked up again, "The clown...?" Stein repeated it in a sense that almost made him seem like some type of child who didn't understand something the first time it was explained, each word masked by- curiosity? Lack of knowledge on The Clown? Interest? All three, even, Tell me more of this clown, Jordon...
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✖ The doctor is in: Shibusen's Interrogation room. ✖
✖ What's on his mind: My main objective. ✖
✖ Mood: Highly serious ✖
✖ Music playing in his head: Kill the Rock ✖
✖ Sanity: I'm alright- I'm still calm and collected.. ✖
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 2:52 pm
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J o r d o n i L a w i A l b a r n dkjsporksporkfndsporksporkjdjfknvdjfddfdhdjfu ɹ ɐ q ן ɐ i ʍ ɐ ן i u o p ɹ o ſ " α мi ι i c r α z y ? "jnbkjnkjnkjnkjn sporksporksporksporkspork【♠】So now I pray to my nation destroyed under god.sporksporksporksporkspork【♣】It's the end of the World.sporksporksporksporkspork【♥】Let's watch this city burn. From the skylights on top of the world.sporksporksporksporkspork【♦】Till there's nothing left of her. Let's watch Death City burn the world.d
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Jordon's mouth moved into a hard straight line before glancing back up at Stein, eyes brimmed with tears.
"It makes you stronger... more powerful.. but as payment is controls your mind, it's hard to even think let alone control your own limbs. It takes your motives, or commands that you were given and makes sure you follow through with them, or at least until you're close to death or it feels the need to retreat." He paused and tried to lift his hand to hold his head, but murmured a quiet curse when he remembered his wrists were bound to the chair.
"And once you fuse once, their is no going back, he steals a bit of your soul each time, binding you to him even more than before. My dad-- ... My dad..." Jordon stopped again, trying not to end up sobbing. He swallowed down the lump in his throat. "For example, my dad has fused so many times that the clown nearly possesses his entire soul.. it won't be long until he's completely lost, nothing but a puppet for the clown to be the master to." rawr▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀
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Furanken Shutain-hakase Crew
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 6:25 pm
 >>>[Doctor Franken Stein][ Player: → Furanken Shutain-hakase ← ]█ Information on the character █ 29 █ Male █ Scientist / Death Scythe Technician █ When Jordon spoke, he made sure to keep a mental note with every little observation conducted on whatever the young man had done - each little motion his brain had sent for his body parts to conduct. As it did seem a little strange, it's what he did. And certainly, one proved to make him stop, recover any information in a rather puzzled manner. When Jordon's eyes had bawled up on the sidelines lightly with small pools of tears resting, being suppressed to stay in their current location, he was rather amiss. From studies he had attempted to conduct on deep, extreme emotions, didn't tears usually mean worry? Fear? Sadness? Gears and cogs attempted to shift backwards to the depths of his brain, to solve the mystified puzzlement of the concept to some light extent. However, his job would come first, wouldn't it?
Shoving yet another distraction to the back of his skull - as if it wasn't currently overflowing with other natural states of wonder, sadism, or whatever concepts that had caused his head to become much more foggier, leading to his thoughts becoming lost on his required trail to gain information from the young red head. With his earlier intention swayed to his first priority once more, he listened carefully once again, slowly becoming deeply engulfed on Jordon's knowledge of the clown. From what the younger male had described of it, it seemed rather... interesting. However, it did seem much more painful for Jordon than what the elder doctor's mind was making of it. It frankly wasn't the most reaccuring thing on this planet.
The plain idea of such a - machinery, being, he couldn't calculate what the Clown was in those terms, this being the first time he had heard of such a creature - giving you power, all in the payment of your state of mind and actions of your body was one of the most complex, indulging concepts he had learned of in such time. The question of who, or how it was spawned did keep its self present throughout his easily shifting thoughts. More so, how it managed to manipulate its host's motives and commands, making sure they were completed until the brink of death was valuable - not just for his thoughts, but more so for Shibusen's gained knowledge on it as well.
Stein nodded his head once or twice to confirm his was listening to what was being carelessly spilled from his inner confessions, and tossed out his vocal chords. The Meister's eyes had drifted occasionally towards his body language, noticing the fact that the young chain scythe had desired to motion his hands, however the bounds restricting their urging effort. Vision shifted again, back upon Jordon, dull olive orbs completely focused on what would be forced out of his experience with the menace this time. When the process of fusion was explained, Franken was unexpectant of the results he had managed to learn of. Thoughts shifted backwards, recalling the much earlier details he had recalled earlier. Even with the Clown dominating your mind and body functions, it had still robbed you of bits and pieces of your soul?
He paused, thoughts on his recent findings yielding, before coming to a complete halt. The cranium of his processed this all, working to formulate a theory - The Clown was a threat no matter what. A beast of insanity, and could be a useful tool to those who wished to overflow the world will madness. How long had Noah had it for? He hadn't used it as much of a pawn its usage was meant for - or at least, as he learned from mission and speculation reports. With the theory placed in different sections of his mental memory bank, he listened again. His hearing hadn't failed him - faintly picking up the pauses Jordon made when speaking of his father.
"You must not know if he's able to be saved from the Clown then, do you?" Stein hadn't questioned this with the fear of what emotions this could bring up within Jordon. Each word that flowed had meant to be precise - hell knows what Shibusen could gain from the Ex-Death Scythe Justin Law if he were to be put under interrogation himself. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅"Everyone has a little madness in them. . .
some WORSE than others. . .
and for ME it's a NIGHTMARE."
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The weight pushes him whispering "Must have been out of his MIND" - Bird and The Worm.
[[ ✖ OOC: Pardon the fail and redundancy.. ewe // ]]
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