Line

Line's Room: Boss and Underling, Post-Coitus

Line had banged the ever loving crap out of Mega while Java was hooked up to the headset being rewired or whatever it was that his boss had decided to do with her. Either way, it didn't matter to him in the slightest. A months long fantasy of the chemist's had just been fulfilled, and had been fulfilled to it's absolute fullest. His eyes wandered over to the small clock he kept on the side of his bed just out of habit. Like always, he knew exactly what time it was, but again, out of habit, reached over and turned off the alarm he'd set anyway. Line couldn't remember ever having actually used the alarm clock. It was set, each morning, to go off at precisely 7:23. But every morning, regardless of when he went to bed, the scientist would wake up at 7:22, reach over, and turn it off before it began the irritating beep. Rather than being used as a means to wake up, Line used it more as a means to maintain his unusual ability at gaging time.

Today happened to be, much to his dismay, his one day out of the month he had off. "Fantastic." He muttered the single word sarcastically under his breath as he pulled back the covers to his bed and realized to his quiet surprise that Mega was still sleeping on the right side of his bed. The fearless leader of the organization had come by again last night to deliver a few things Line had requested be sent to him. He'd had no idea Mega was going to be the personal carrier. He'd figured his boss had wanted a second demonstration of the liquid wonder he'd developed over the last few weeks. A flash of a grin fell across Line's face as he remembered the night before, his eyes trailing over the full length of the man sleeping soundly beside him. He had figured right. Rather than waking up his sleeping company, Line got out of the bed quietly but none too slowly and made his way out of the bedroom and into his kitchen, about to prepare a bit of a good morning wake up breakfast for Master Mega.
Line

Headquarters::Location Unknown::Mega, Macon, Line

OOC: Continued from Here

OOC2: ((I tend to take scientific liberties, so do please overlook any mechanical, physical, or biomedical impossibilities.))

It was always nice to hear the material scream. It wasn't that Line thought himself as sadistic, but it did give him a feeling of accomplishment. Screams let him know that his efforts and methods were being carried out well. Not that it was particularly hard to make someone cry out in pain, but pain was his job. Or rather, "re-education" as Mega liked to put it. Either way, the sounds of torment coming from the young boy strapped to the chair let him know that he wasn't letting his employer down. And a happy employer, meant a virtually endless supply of...material.

It would take approximately an hour for the optic nerves to completely regrow, but for the next 27 minutes or so, his subject would remain completely blind. The regrowth process just so happened to be painful in and of itself, as the compound catalyzed an accelerated growth rate. An added bonus. The blind man couldn't see what was happening, but Line made sure to loudly apply a new set of surgical gloves before taking a long metal object off of his cart, metal dragged across metal making an uncomfortable scraping sound as he advanced once more on the boy. His unusually heavy footsteps made his approach known, and Line waited right in front of the boy for a time before ever actually doing anything. He'd found that anticipation of what was to come next could in and of itself be an extremely useful tool to invoke even greater fear. The long metallic object was assembled, each screw tightened, each clamp readjusted, and with the flick of a switch, a low rhythmic hum started.

"I'm told you've been finding it difficult to keep your mouth shut." Line abruptly placed a long cylindrical steel bar into Macon's mouth and fastened it around his head like a horse bit. He spoke as he adjusted the straps. "If you can't keep your gab under control, then maybe I can help you get it all out of your system." Line clamped down the boys tongue with two added ends of the bit, setting them into place. Each point on the clamps had a sharp edge to it liked barbed wire, making any movement of the tongue dig painfully into it. Taking a surprisingly small round adhesive object connected by a small bundle of wires, Line attached the small device to the middle of Macon's tongue and checked to make sure the connecting cords were plugged in tight to the plain dark grey box sitting on the floor. Without any further warning, Line turned on the activator and a steady stream of electricity began to be fed through the wires, drawn by the conductor on Macon's mouth and further pulled by the moisture on his tongue. The voltage was set so as to produce the highest pain possible without causing the normal loss of consciousness that usually accompanies electric shock.

The screams would start again within' a matter of seconds, both from the painful electric pulses going through is body and from the sharp barbed strips biting into his tongue as it moved just slightly with each cry. Not to mention of course the regeneration taking place just behind his eyes. Line really couldn't imagine the kind of pain this man was in right now, but he was fairly certain the loud strangled cries coming from the room would be enough to deter any further misbehavior on the part of Mega's underlings. He watched the blood begin to trickle down from the cuts in Macon's tongue as the boy was helpless to stop the screamed of pain that continued to pour out of him. After a time, Line looked over at his boss, waiting for the signal to end this third and final phase of the boy's "re-education."
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Techno

Headquarters::Location Unknown::Mega and Macon

Roger and Aaron tried to walk next to Macon as they moved through town, leaving the Zapper HQ together and trying to look as if they simply blended into their surroundings. Leading Macon through town to their quiet headquarters on the outskirts, Aaron entered the building first. Melvin stood in the foyer with a clipboard, talking to a few Technos, looking up and moving towards them as soon as he spotted the group.

“Mega has been waiting a long time, and he’s not happy,” Melvin informed them, “Come on Macon,” he instructed, motioning for him to follow. He glanced over his shoulder at Aaron and Roger following them, Mega was in a foul mood, Melvin had never seen him quite this upset, he wasn’t sure if it was Roger and Aaron he was upset with, or Macon, or just everyone in general, but Melvin really hoped he didn’t get any of his rage. Mega was a quiet kinda guy, which only made his rages even scarier.

“Is he here yet? Where are those incompetent fools!” Melvin held his finger up to his ear piece and lowered the volume, finally pressing the communication button, “Yes sir, they just arrived sir, I am bringing Leader A in right now,” he informed him firmly, as if to emote that he was in complete control of his situation and duties. After he’d made sure his finger was off of the button, he looked at Macon out of the corner of his eyes, “You better be careful man, he’s real testy, I don’t know what you did, but it ain’t good,” he shouldn’t be saying this, warning him, but Melvin felt like he couldn’t lead this poor guy to slaughter without some kind of warning.
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Techno

Mega and Tai-San - Headquarters - Location Unknown

"Tai-San, it's time to wake up," Mega spoke softly, but precisely, pulling the prototype visor from her face. He'd watched her sleep for a short while, mulling over what she'd been saying, trying to comprehend everything. Tai-San thought she was locked in reality space, one that was terrifying to her, and he'd finally convinced her to relax and take a nap. A calm Tai-San was better than a hysterical one, he'd never seen her so upset before, it was quite disturbing. Once she'd relaxed into the bed, he'd gotten up and grabbed a prototype unit from the small store of them he'd had made, bringing it back to the bedroom and entering the programming into the unit via the removable flash memory stick. He'd slipped it onto her face, tucking the earbuds into her ears, and beginning the reprogramming once more.

Now the program had finished and Mega wanted to see if Tai-San had gotten her right mind back again. He wanted to know more about this Zandra coming back to life, although he was positive it was reality space sickness induced, well, he wanted to hear more about it. He'd entered a bit of a remedy into the program as well, but now as he was slipping the flash memory into the computer and examining things, no red flags had been thrown up to indicate reality space sickness. Mega leaned back in the computer chair and swiveled around, eying the sleeping form of Tai-San. He clapped his hands twice, loudly, "Wake up!"
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Techno

Mega:Evil Doer Headquarters:Bedtime

Mega pulled the VR helmet from his head, his breathing was erratic and his skin was covered in a light sweat. Closing his eyes for a moment, Mega regained his composure, swallowing hard and trying to control the rate of his heart and breathing. He looked to the computer and pushed a button, and the program he'd been using shut down and it was gone. She was by far too sexy, even virtually, and the scent of her lingered in the air. Java had left long ago, but it was as if her very presence lingered in the air like a crackle of energy.

Mega replaced the helmet on it's stand next to the computer and opened another, the monitoring program. He quickly found Tai-San where she belonged, inside of the Mall, and then he switched, and there she was, her tell tale blue dot. Mega visibly frowned, his lips pursing together in annoyance, he knew, of course he knew, that she was with Ram, but to have her go right back to him after they'd been together, well, he couldn't help but feel jealous. Java didn't want him, she'd tried to kill him even, the excitement of that lingered in his mind, to be at the mercy of her, to die at her hand, Mega shuddered as a shock of energy ran up his spine. He quickly shut the program down and then the entire computer.

It was getting late, and his bones and muscles complained as he pulled himself up from the chair, stretching his back out. He bent down and picked up the TGun under his desk, eying it, adjusting it. He knew instantly that this was one of his own, sold down the market, so Java had gone down the market to arm herself, wandering around freely amongst the virts, how very, brave, of her. Mega discharged the TGun and tucked it into the top drawer of his dresser, then began to undress, first unbuckling his belt, then pulling his black long sleeved shirt over his head, and letting his pants fall to the floor. No Tai-San meant he could leave it there, but that wasn't like him, and he picked it up and neatly folded it and placed it all on the chair. He changed into a fresh pair of boxers and laid down on top of the blanket, his hands behind his head.

He had a lot on his mind these days, keeping the city supplied with electricity and water, the Color Wars, Java and her mission to bring Ram back to his rightful place, where Mega would turn it around on him and make him work under him, of course, and he wondered about Tai-San. What was he going to do with her once he'd won the affections of Java over completely? When she left Ram for him, what would he tell Tai-San? He and Java would have to work together, they needed Tai-San, she was their inside source to the City Leader and whatever those Mall Rats could possibly be up to. The Techno's may have lost their grip on the city, but Mega had helped with that, and he still had a grip on a good part of it. This would come in handy later, to overthrow the City Leader and take over the city once more. The virts of this city would conform, they would come together to work for him, to bring back what once was when the adults were here. They had to get back to a way of life, and this Tribal mentality that they had succumbed to was disgusting, taking huge leaps backwards instead of striving to go forward was not Mega's idea of a better life, and he was not going to be one to live that way of life. Drifting to sleep, Mega turned on his side and deeply inhaled, the scent of Java on his pillow made him smile and he gave a small sigh of contentment before falling into sleep.
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Techno

Mega and Java:Evil Doer Headquarters

[OOC:Continued from Here.]

Mega began to pull his hand free, hoping to struggle out of her grasp, but it was easy to give in, this was Java, after all, and he had just tried to have his way with her not half an hour before. Her sparkling brown eyes melted his resolve and he was in the bed next to her in a flash, laying down easily next to her and wrapping his arms around her. He knew she was in a sensitive way right now, the drug coursing through her viens had her on edge, and soon she'd come down, but until then, he could try to offer her some sense of comfort.

Mega laid his head on the pillow next to her, watching her, "You're gonna be ok," he told her softly, "It'll wear off soon, I was told it wouldn't last long, and while he might lie to you, Line wouldn't dare lie to me," he assured her, his hand rubbing her arm gently. There had been many nights he'd held Tai-San, when she'd been coming down from her VR, when he'd pumped up the addiction level too high and the withdrawal had been almost immediate, shakes and sweats, and he'd felt just as bad then as he did now, having been the cause of her current condition.
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Techno

Mega:Evil Doer Headquarters:Location:Unknown

Mega scowled at his computer monitor, frustrated, the Paradise program was pissing him off, he couldn't figure out why it was doing what it was doing and he felt his irritation rising. Melvin had kept Mega up to date on what happened in the monitors, but nothing really interesting was going on. Then, Java left, and Mega frowned, leaving Melvin on the duty of watching where she went, chronicling each move, every place she stopped, no matter what. Mega finished his cup of coffee and slammed the cup down, and one of his girls, Doris, came over to retrieve and refill his cup.

Mega sighed heavily and clicked on his email program instead, checking his mail. He had three from programmers who had coding fixes for the Paradise program, and one who had a completely absurd solution to the problem, to which Mega wrote a biting condescending reply. It was after sending that email that he noticed the name on another, and his stomach lurched. He quickly clicked open the attached file and skimmed it with his eyes. A program? He tried to wrap his mind around it, it was some kind of simulator, tracking the movements of people in...their world? He ran the raw program and stared. It looked like people out on the street, the layout was a simple cross section of a part of town, and there were little people, but who were they? ....

A few hours after playing with the small simulated Tribes, sims he shortened it to, he realized what it was. A game, that's all, simply a game to play. This is what Java was going to send him? This was what she considered sensitive information? Mega stood up, crossing his arms, his hands tucked under his arms, scowling. He had to control his anger, this wasn't a joke! Java was going to hear about this, playing some...some sims game wasn't what Mega needed to waste his time on! If she thought this was some kind of gesture, something to entertain him while she worked on getting more, or perhaps she thought this would sustain him long enough, put him off. What was she up to? Perhaps she was up to no good, working instead with Ram in order to double cross him. The minute Mega found out it was true, he'd tie her to a chair and torture her himself, denying her of her booster or antidote. Java wouldn't live to see the dawning of a new day!!

Mega was in a rage, and he stormed off to his room, throwing a few things around, now regretting that Tai-San was gone, off with the Mall Rats. He really hoped someone there was tossing her around, and he clenched his jaw in anger, growling as he slipped on his VR helmet. He knew someone he could take it out on, someone he'd created based on a program he'd stumbled across one day when raiding the Techno headquarters. Yes, she'd do just fine...for now.
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Techno

Mega:Secret Location:Update

Mega leaned back in his chair, taking a long drink from his coffee cup, it was so...peaceful without Tai-San around, it was almost as if he was on holiday, it was simply wonderful. That didn't mean, however, that he hadn't kept an eye on Tai-San, and he'd seen her little run in with Lex, though he'd narrowed his eyes and watched, trying not to fume. He really was starting not to care anymore, the feeling of happiness sinking in over the fact that she was finally out of his hair, even if only for a while, it was overwhelming. Tai-San could go out and have any man in the city and Mega wouldn't care right now. He was keeping watch over two monitors, however, one watching the Mall, where he'd seen Tai-San disappear inside, and one keeping his eye on a monitor, which told him everywhere Java went by placing a little blue blip on a screen that zoomed in on a map of the city. He'd then switch to a camera to watch her moving through the streets, buying stuff at Market, heading back to the apartment complex Mega knew Ram to be living in. Very convenient, very good job Java. Mega sneered happily at the thought of her bringing Ram over to their side, and he began working on his plan of attack on the city, more importantly: The Mall Rats.

Mega knew, he knew how the City felt about them, and about Salene, their ever dutiful City Leader, about Siva, the commander of their cute little "militia", and for that matter, the militia. Mega was tapped into every source imaginable, he knew how the farmers felt, the traders, the gamers, everybody, and he had plans for the Mall Rats. In time, it would all come to fruition, but for now he had to exercise patience, he had to bring Ram into the fold, Java as well, Ved if he could get him, and he had to get his reports from Tai-San. It would be a sad day in virtland if he had to delete her because she betrayed him, he only hoped she knew how serious he was about that little technicality, and that she stayed addicted long enough to make it back for another fix. Yes, his plans were falling into place, and a small smile crossed his lips and he kept one eye on the Java blip and one eye on his plans.
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Techno

Mega:Secret Headquarters:Attn:Tai-San

Mega stood in his usual spot, in front of the monitors, arms crossed over his chest, jaw ticking as he watched the streets. It was a quiet day, the color wars were mild at best, and people were going about their business as if it was previrus times. That would do no good, no good at all. Mega snapped his fingers and Roger appeared, "Yes, sir?"

"Roger, I want you to get Code Crimson back underway. The city is too quiet, get on it!" Mega's tone was soft but stern, and he didn't look at Roger or acknowledge his presence in any way other than the snap of his fingers and the quick commands. Roger didn't disagree, and he walked away talking into his headset, demanding that more men be placed in the proper sectors and to pull more men in if they had to! Mega snapped his fingers and another man stepped forward, Leo, and Mega stood there, jaw ticking as if lost in thought.

"Yes sir?" Leo said quickly, standing at attention. Mega's eyes slowly gazed over to Leo and he narrowed his eyes.

"What are you doing standing there Leo? Get to work! What happened to Operation Azure? You've dropped your responsibilities Leo! Are you still loyal?" Mega was in his face, the anger dripping from his voice, though his tone was cool and collected.

"Ye-yes sir! Right away sir!" Leo responded and walked away, barking commands into his own headset, and Mega turned back to the screen, there, that would get him some activity in the streets. Now, he had one more thing to do today of utmost importance. He'd been working on it all week, he only hoped she was ready. Mega turned his back to the monitors and began walking away, headed for his quarters in search of Tai-San.
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Techno

Location:Unknown:Java

It had been a long week, dealing with Tai-San, with Java, helping Java every day after she'd been broken and ruined, watching the deterioration of a strong woman, tortured and left tied to a chair with various creepy crawlies as roommates, hard lessons to gain her loyalty enforced upon her to varying degrees. It was hard on him even, to not talk to her, to not tell her he cared for her, that he just needed her and wanted her help, to further the plans he had, she was vital, as were the people close to her.

Then, to go home every night to Tai-San, those three nights without her had been blissfully quiet, he'd been able to concentrate on his coding, to relax a little afterwards with a crossword puzzle, and he'd gotten a lot of work done not having to deal with Tai-San in her tiring withdrawal state. When her three days had been over, however, he had found himself missing her, and even found it a relief to let her try the new program he'd worked so hard on. The worst part of it all was the fact that he was dealing first with Java, then with Tai-San, who paled in comparison, and came off more as some kind of weak, useless, junked out brat of a woman. He knew for certain she'd never be able to endure what Java had gone through, but he'd always thought of Java and Tai-San these ways, it was nothing new, and rehashing it in his mind now as he walked firmly down the hallway only made him sigh forcibly.

He paused outside of the doorway, today was a new day, and today was the day he would reveal himself to Java, as well as give her her mission and purpose in her new life. He quickly unlocked the door, three people were with him, one carried a briefcase containing a special substance Line had created, and he stepped into the dimly lit room. "Good morning, Java," he said, saying her name distinctly, pausing in the doorway for her reaction.
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