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We are the monsters [Closed]

Characters: Demona and Barricade
Location: The desert
Rating: PG-13 for now
Time: 28th March, late evening
Description: Wanted: place for an evil lair. Please contact Demona, Barricade or Qilby if you have any offerings.

Demona and Barricade met that late evening in order to go on their little mission outsider Death City. With two Witch emitters down, the madness - while still there – was a lot easier to deal with, so Demona was more at ease during this. In her hand she had Barricade in his weapon form (a robotic claw. It’s actually a nice weapon form) since it was a lot easier to travel like this; she hasn't tried him out yet, to know if resonance works, but the gargoyle figured she'd have time. Gliding through the air, she searched through the desert for anything that could look like a good place to build a secret lab: not too far, not too close and not too obvious.

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Barricade didn't put much stock in either - he'd survived by sheer willpower and skill, and not much else. No one was 'lucky' enough to survive a war spanning thousands of years, and fate was something idealists spouted. Reality was his domain.

"What else would we be here for?" It was a rhetorical question, and without waiting for Demona, he started off. Once it was sloped enough, he spread one foot out in front of the other, balancing his weight and letting gravity do its work. He slid down at a steady speed, easily cutting through the sand, until he'd just about reached the bottom. All the while he kept an optic out for an entry, but felt little to no disruption under his feet.

Demona jumped off the hill (which it seemed it wasn't an actual hill), she glided down trough the air, watching Barricade slide down; as he did so, the sand moved and exposed the structure underneath a bit more. This was, perhaps the roof. Having to dig it out would take too long and she wasn't about to turn archaeologist on this.

Perhaps a window, or some hatch. As the gargoyle landed, she watched the structure for a moment before she turned to Barricade "Most of it seems buried by the snow. Let's search for something to allow us to get in." OR - there is another option "Unless you wish to try and see if you can open a hole through the metal, with your weapon form."

Option 2 was certainly the fastest way to go, but Barricade knew he was pushing his luck as far as transforming went. He'd like to keep the fact that it was still an issue for him in the dark until it wasn't an issue anymore.

"Let's not wreck what might be a good thing," he said, cutting a path over to where Demona had landed. With the proper equipment, he could have already told her how big it was, what it was, and what was inside. Lacking that, no thanks to BREW, it was back to the old fashioned methods. Lifting one foot, he gave the metal surface another hefty kick, though the sound it made was different. "Hollow. Getting warmer, then."

Honestly, Barricade.

"If the whole structure is hollow, we won't go anywhere like this." Demona cleaned away some of the sand and she tried to claw the wall after; before, her claws could cut even through metal, but now, they only left a mark.

Might as well try something else. There was a moment of silence, as she was listening to everything. She banged on the metal wall once more and heard the echo, the sand moving, the wind hitting the structure. Then she placed her ear against the wall, banging on it once more.

Barricade simply watched her for a few moments, wondering why she thought her method was so much better. She was practically doing the same thing, just on a smaller scale. For a minute he refrained from kicking anything else, lest he hurt her ears, but it didn't last long.

Walking a path around the gargoyle, he scuffed around the sand, hoping it wasn't going to take all night to figure this out. He could have the patience of a saint when he needed it, but that was rare, and he didn't like doing it. Already irritated, Barricade gave the surface another violent kick, and this time something gave.

Hinges squealed, and while the metal didn't open, the cracks in the sand that appeared gave shape to a rectangular door. "Warm enough?"

Will you just wait! My god, Demona was trying to read -

oh okay.

sigh. Fine.

It would have been easier to just drill a hole, Demona thinks. Still, she said nothing of it and walked up to the door, much more interested about that than to remember Barricade of the things he could have done and didn't do.

She touches the door, before she turns again to the robot. "Care to try opening it?"

Save the delicate and careful examinations for science experiment time with Qilby, Demona. Barricade could only take so much waiting in one lifetime.

"Yeah," he said, spreading both hands over the surface while trying to figure just how it opened. Hinges were a good sign, but did it swing in or out? Sliding the tips of his talons into the cracks of the threshold, Barricade pulled back hard once, then twice, the tension in his joints visible. The door, of course, refused to budge.

Alright, next option. Leaning against the opposite side of the hinges, Barricade pushed, and this time the door moved. The metal shrieked in protest, obviously striped of oil and peppered with rust, but it opened just the same. He stepped back, flicking on his headlights to see into the dark opening. Hopefully the place wasn't full of sand.

Demona didn't bother waiting to make sure the area was safe; instead, she walks towards the darkness and enters it, not minding being engulfed by it. She took a deep breathe, smelling her surroundings as her eyes gotten used to the dark.

This place wasn't old per say; it was destroyed. Most of it. There was a lot of sand and at some corner what once looked like stairs that led upwards, showed her there was no upper level; the structure had collapsed on itself and all there was left was sand covering it all. There was, in fact more stairs, this time to a lower level, but Demona didn't rush there yet.

The area looked like some sort of hospital. There were doors, most of them busted or hidden by debris, but the common area had a "clean" feel to it - it reminded her of Dr. Sevarius' laboratory back in her world.

She finally looked over her shoulder at Barricade. "Can you enter?" or are you too big for the door?

He had to duck down to make it through the door, but Demona's question was answered once he was inside. The ceiling beyond was tall enough for him stand up, and not just because the roof was gone. The lower levels might be a different story, but here was fine.

Barricade flashed his headlights over the chamber they were standing in. There were thin patches of moonlight where sand had fallen through the roof of the place, but it was otherwise dark and dusty and dirty. Not exactly homey, but it had potential.

"Clinical," he commented, walking deeper into the room. "Where to first?"

"Let's explore this wing first." There were plenty of rooms to look through first, and maybe they'd find some unwanted creatures or even kishin eggs. Who knew, Demona was always being paranoid that she'd get attacked on surprise.

The female gargoyle headed to the first closed room, the door pretty much falling down when she kicked it. Okay. maybe she should have just pushed it with her hands, but she didn't know it was that frail. The room looked like some sort of living quarters. There was a bed, dusty sheets and broken furniture around, yet everything was still very "lab"-like and not homey at all.

"This looks like an abandoned hospital."

Considering she seemed to see in the dark just fine, Barricade left her to inspect the first room, while he went after some others. There wasn't much else besides what she'd found already. Mostly consistent with what he knew of human architecture - each level had its own purpose and function.

"If the structure is stable enough, you think it'll do?" he called back. Not that they really had a lot of real estate options on the table, but... if more exploring dug up equipment, they'd be golden.

He turned his attention towards the stairs leading down. It was tall and wide enough for him again, so he wondered what kind of hospital this used to be. Out in the middle of nowhere, no less. A staging ground for something outside of Shibusen's sphere of influence, maybe.

Demona was most pleased. To find something like this was more than just luck; it's as if they wanted her to find it. And so, it only boosted her confidence that soon, all of the human kind would perish by her hand (or someone else's hand, she isn't picky about that).

When the female heard Barricade, she walked out of the room. "Yes. It's perfect." partially hidden by the sand, looks abandoned, but enough like a laboratory or hospital facility? Yes, it IS perfect.

She walked up to him, eying the stairs. "let's try the lower level."

Barricade's concerns were more rooted in the present, and less about the inevitable death of humanity as a whole. Having operated out of the Nemesis for thousands of years, he had never really lacked a base of operations, even if they were more necessary for an army. For three people it seemed like overkill, though for the moment he was going to be glad for the tall ceilings.

He glanced down at her when she walked up to him, then started down the stairs himself. It was sturdy enough construction that his weight didn't crumble the steps, but the piles of sand made it a bit more dangerous for people who didn't watch where they were stepping. The stairs made a turn, wrapping around once to lead to the next floor. Prepared for more sand, Barricade flashed his headlights into the next chamber.

The gargoyle followed, carefully because there was a huge robot that could crumble everything down. The lower floor was nearly covered in sand, except few rooms that looked again, like some sort of hospital or laboratory. But more and more she was starting to doubt this was a hospital; as matter of fact, it looked more and more like a laboratory, mostly due to the lack of windows to the exterior - at least, big windows.

She looks up at Barricade "Does the structure look safe enough?" she doesn't want it to fall on her, all of sudden.

For all the potential jokes about his weight and size, Barricade would have liked to see their faces when the jokers found out he was on the smaller side of his species. It was nice having someone like Blackout or Starscream looming over your shoulder to prove a point, but neither of them were here. One was dead, the other AWOL. Business as usual.

Barricade walked further in, not quite as afraid of having the place come down on him as Demona. He'd tunneled his way out of worse. His headlights swept over the floor just like the one above, catching particles of sand as they drifted down from the ceiling.

"Aside from the sand getting everywhere and from what little we've seen, it doesn't look like anything's shifted," he said. Who knew how far down the foundation was, but it must be made of something impressive to stay rooted in a desert. "Nothing's warped beyond recognition here. So far, we're golden."

The female hopes for another floor, at least, so she moves up ahead, ignoring the rooms for now, and instead searching for more stairs; she had a feeling all the rooms would be the same.

Unfortunately her way is blocked by sand. She huffs, spreading her wings and flaps them, hoping they'd be able to get some of the sand away, but unfortunately it was too much. Perhaps with some work, they would be able to find something else up ahead, but that would be hard to do right now.

Demona stomps on the floor, though, hoping to hear the echo produced, but she had to be careful, so she couldn't stomp on it too hard. The sound produced wasn't enough for her to figure out if the floor below was full of sand or could be accessed.

This time he turned his attention to the rooms while she went for another set of stairs. It would be nice to scare up a set of blueprints on this place, but he doubted they'd come across anything so helpful. They were going to have to be patient to see how deep the rabbit hole went, so to speak.

Lighting up the nearest room, there wasn't much to see, so he just took a cursory glance through most of them. One room had the skeletal remains of something that looked vaguely human, but there was no telling how long it had been down here. The rusted remains of shackles were still around the wrists, though there was no sign of what it might have been chained to previously. Broken glass and furniture told part of the story, at least.

"I'm willing to bet Witches used to live here," he said. "Unless there's something else on this planet that likes mutant test subjects."

She gave up for a moment, all of that searching around and sand was too disappointing, but when she heards Barricade's words, Demona's full attention turns to the robot and then to the rooms. She quickly enters the closets one; they were different from the ones above. They were smaller rooms, less cozy and this didn't give a vibe of a guest's room at all. The shackles were also there, these ones were open.

This was not a Hospital.

This was a prison.

A laboratory with cells.

Demona was more than pleased. She moved towards Barricade, smirking wide and her eyes glowing red now. "This place is perfect."

Well, the eyes glowing red was certainly new. Right now he was going to assume that was a good thing.

Barricade backed away from the room when Demona approached him, minding that he didn't shine the headlights in her face. The place was full of sand and was going to need a lot of work, but at least it was usable. Finding something on the first try did make it seem too easy, though if the Witches hated Shibusen that much, the location was perfect.

"Home sweet home," he said.

Sometimes is a good thing, sometimes isn't.

She approached the shackles, touching them, playing with them a bit. This trip had been a good one, after all. Not only she had a new pelt and fur to keep warm, her resonance with Barricade wasn't that bad AND they have found the perfect place to finally begin their plans.

"I'm sure the old man won't pout no more after he sees this. We will just need to make it a bit more cozy" aka, deadly and full of things that will lead to death.

"Less sand would be a good start," he said, brushing his hands together as if that would take care of the grit. It wasn't going to do any real damage to him, but he really had to wonder how Scorponok tolerated tunneling through this stuff.

He moved off to look at some other rooms, stopping over to inspect the next staircase. Come to think of it, Scorponok would be really useful here. Just figured the most capable drone belonged to a dead mech in another universe.

"I don't suppose you've seen anything like a generator in any of the rooms?" Doing everything by candlelight would end with a lot of pouting, he'd wager.

"We ought to be careful when removing the sand, though. We don't know if that is what is holding this place together."

At the mention of a generator, Demona quickly searches for it in the other rooms. No, no generator; perhaps it was underneath them, but a generator was quite easy to get. "After the last emitter is found, we can start moving things here. A generator will be the first thing to do."

"Two floors is enough," he craned his neck to watch her move from room to room. He had a feeling this place was structurally sound if it could be filled with sand and buried in sand and suffer no real damage. The engineering of Death City and Shibusen were odd enough - Witches could easily make something similar, or better. He assumed better.

Barricade just nodded. At least she hadn't suggesting plugging him into the wall to light the place up.

Now now, that would be incredibly rude of her. She will consider it if it proves to be less of a pain in the ass.

Demona turns to the robot again "Well. Should we return and report our findings to a certain cranky eliantrope?"

"I don't think we're going to find much else here, not without power or light," he said. The latter was an easy fix, but the former was going to be like the rest of the place - a work in progress. "Let's head back and see if it could somehow make him more irritating."

He'd find something to complain about, Barricade was certain.

Demona smirked at those words and nodded, heading towards the exit. Plans were starting to form inside her mind, but first things first; to clean this place and turn it into a real thing.

Small steps. Until she will finally be able to kill all of the humans.

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wow that was supposed to be sand, not snow

i knew what you meant ;)

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my that is one sassy icon

demona is a very sassy gargoyle~

oh la la

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sorry for lateness :c

It's fine!

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