https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Bridging_the_Divide%3ANepentheBio 2026-07-30T09:06:27Z Revision history for this page on the wiki MediaWiki 1.43.0 https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Bridging_the_Divide:NepentheBio&diff=332019&oldid=prev 2018-01-17T01:44:02Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 01:44, 17 January 2018</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l70">Line 70:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 70:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Corvus - ??. Assumedly a mage, Julia encountered him as an &#039;asset&#039; aquired by Cheiron. It was through reading Corvus&#039;s many journals, which had been given to her by the company after her name was found to appear in them, that Julia came to her Awakening. She only had the opportunity to speak to him on one occasion, shortly before her Awakening occured. Although she was told that he did not survive one of Cheiron&#039;s test procedures, part of her believes that he&#039;s still out there somewhere.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Corvus - ??. Assumedly a mage, Julia encountered him as an &#039;asset&#039; aquired by Cheiron. It was through reading Corvus&#039;s many journals, which had been given to her by the company after her name was found to appear in them, that Julia came to her Awakening. She only had the opportunity to speak to him on one occasion, shortly before her Awakening occured. Although she was told that he did not survive one of Cheiron&#039;s test procedures, part of her believes that he&#039;s still out there somewhere.</div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"></ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Madison Lucas - Deceased at age 24. A native of San Fransisco, Madison was found dead by a custodian not far from the iconic Ferry Building. She had been shot once in the back of the head, and twice in the body. A handgun was found in a nearby trash bin, registered to Julia Ward, though the clip was missing. The gun did indeed belong to Julia; it had been among the possessions she'd abandoned when she'd fled Cheiron. A woman matching Julia's description was seen in the vicinity by several witnesses. Even a motive appeared; a series of texts between Madison and Julia, sent throughout the weeks before the murder, implied that Daniel Ward had secretly fathered Madison out of wedlock and that she was intending to pursue a half share of the inheritance that would otherwise have been Julia's alone. Shockingly, the police publicly confirmed that the claims in the texts had been determined through DNA testing. Madison Lucas was, apparently, Julia's half sister.</ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> </table>

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<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:53, 17 January 2018</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l47">Line 47:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 47:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>She came too with a Field Projects agent kneeling beside her, one hand around her wrist taking her pulse, the other holding the phone he was busily denying responsibility into. He was visibly relived when he realized she was conscious. Everything was still a daze as they pulled her from the room, her eyes meeting Corvus&#039;s for a brief instant before the door slammed shut. It was the last time she&#039;d see him.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>She came too with a Field Projects agent kneeling beside her, one hand around her wrist taking her pulse, the other holding the phone he was busily denying responsibility into. He was visibly relived when he realized she was conscious. Everything was still a daze as they pulled her from the room, her eyes meeting Corvus&#039;s for a brief instant before the door slammed shut. It was the last time she&#039;d see him.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>They took her back to the condo, but she knew she couldn't stay. It was only a matter of time before someone came asking questions she couldn't give passable answers to, and so she packed up the journals and a few personal effects and fled. Cheiron wasted no time in pursuing her, but she knew all the tricks they used. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">She </del>managed to evade the agents they sent after her, so they turned to alternate methods. They'd let law enforcement do the heavy lifting and deal with her after she'd been apprehended. With that in mind<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, </del>they framed Julia for the murder of</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>They took her back to the condo, but she knew she couldn't stay. It was only a matter of time before someone came asking questions she couldn't give passable answers to, and so she packed up the journals and a few personal effects and fled. Cheiron wasted no time in pursuing her, but she knew all the tricks they used. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">For several months she </ins>managed to evade the agents they sent after her, so they turned to alternate methods. They'd let law enforcement do the heavy lifting and deal with her after she'd been apprehended. With that in mind they framed Julia for the murder of <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">a young woman in San Fransisco, one Madison Lucas, whose name also appeared in several of Corvus's later journal entries. </ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Now desperate, Julia is still on the run. She needs to find a way to clear her name before she runs out of time, all while avoiding detection by Cheiron and trying to get a handle on the tangled mess that is Awakened society.</ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> </table>

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<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:39, 17 January 2018</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l45">Line 45:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 45:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Julia could see Corvus&#039;s face grow more and more distant as she drifed back into the darkness, like peering through a window framed with the amber iris of her own eye. She was falling back into herself, into her own depths, and she was gripped with a primal fear of what she would find at the core. Nothing pleasant was the answer. For what seemed like an eternity she relived every experiment she&#039;s ever been party to, though this time she was the one strapped to the table. Over and over they replayed, her tormenters faceless but mocking her in her own voice. Just as she began to lose herself to the suffering, she found herself before the Iron Watchtower. Her awakening was complete.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Julia could see Corvus&#039;s face grow more and more distant as she drifed back into the darkness, like peering through a window framed with the amber iris of her own eye. She was falling back into herself, into her own depths, and she was gripped with a primal fear of what she would find at the core. Nothing pleasant was the answer. For what seemed like an eternity she relived every experiment she&#039;s ever been party to, though this time she was the one strapped to the table. Over and over they replayed, her tormenters faceless but mocking her in her own voice. Just as she began to lose herself to the suffering, she found herself before the Iron Watchtower. Her awakening was complete.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>She came too with a Field Projects agent kneeling beside her, one hand around her wrist taking her pulse, the other holding the phone he was busily denying responsibility into. He was visibly relived when he realized she was conscious. Everything was still a daze as they pulled her from the room, her eyes meeting Corvus's for a brief instant before the door slammed shut.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>She came too with a Field Projects agent kneeling beside her, one hand around her wrist taking her pulse, the other holding the phone he was busily denying responsibility into. He was visibly relived when he realized she was conscious. Everything was still a daze as they pulled her from the room, her eyes meeting Corvus's for a brief instant before the door slammed shut<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. It was the last time she'd see him</ins>.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">They took her back to the condo, but she knew she couldn't stay. It was only a matter of time before someone came asking questions she couldn't give passable answers to, and so she packed up the journals and a few personal effects and fled. Cheiron wasted no time in pursuing her, but she knew all the tricks they used. She managed to evade the agents they sent after her, so they turned to alternate methods. They'd let law enforcement do the heavy lifting and deal with her after she'd been apprehended. With that in mind, they framed Julia for the murder of</ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">'''- IN PROGRESS -'''</del></div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> </table>

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<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:24, 17 January 2018</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l45">Line 45:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 45:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Julia could see Corvus&#039;s face grow more and more distant as she drifed back into the darkness, like peering through a window framed with the amber iris of her own eye. She was falling back into herself, into her own depths, and she was gripped with a primal fear of what she would find at the core. Nothing pleasant was the answer. For what seemed like an eternity she relived every experiment she&#039;s ever been party to, though this time she was the one strapped to the table. Over and over they replayed, her tormenters faceless but mocking her in her own voice. Just as she began to lose herself to the suffering, she found herself before the Iron Watchtower. Her awakening was complete.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Julia could see Corvus&#039;s face grow more and more distant as she drifed back into the darkness, like peering through a window framed with the amber iris of her own eye. She was falling back into herself, into her own depths, and she was gripped with a primal fear of what she would find at the core. Nothing pleasant was the answer. For what seemed like an eternity she relived every experiment she&#039;s ever been party to, though this time she was the one strapped to the table. Over and over they replayed, her tormenters faceless but mocking her in her own voice. Just as she began to lose herself to the suffering, she found herself before the Iron Watchtower. Her awakening was complete.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>She came too with a Field Projects agent kneeling beside her, one hand around her wrist taking her pulse, the other holding the phone he was busily denying responsibility into. He was visibly relived when he realized she was conscious.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>She came too with a Field Projects agent kneeling beside her, one hand around her wrist taking her pulse, the other holding the phone he was busily denying responsibility into. He was visibly relived when he realized she was conscious<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. Everything was still a daze as they pulled her from the room, her eyes meeting Corvus's for a brief instant before the door slammed shut</ins>.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> </table>

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<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:22, 17 January 2018</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l45">Line 45:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 45:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Julia could see Corvus&#039;s face grow more and more distant as she drifed back into the darkness, like peering through a window framed with the amber iris of her own eye. She was falling back into herself, into her own depths, and she was gripped with a primal fear of what she would find at the core. Nothing pleasant was the answer. For what seemed like an eternity she relived every experiment she&#039;s ever been party to, though this time she was the one strapped to the table. Over and over they replayed, her tormenters faceless but mocking her in her own voice. Just as she began to lose herself to the suffering, she found herself before the Iron Watchtower. Her awakening was complete.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Julia could see Corvus&#039;s face grow more and more distant as she drifed back into the darkness, like peering through a window framed with the amber iris of her own eye. She was falling back into herself, into her own depths, and she was gripped with a primal fear of what she would find at the core. Nothing pleasant was the answer. For what seemed like an eternity she relived every experiment she&#039;s ever been party to, though this time she was the one strapped to the table. Over and over they replayed, her tormenters faceless but mocking her in her own voice. Just as she began to lose herself to the suffering, she found herself before the Iron Watchtower. Her awakening was complete.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>She came too with a Field Projects agent kneeling beside her, one hand around her wrist taking her pulse, the other holding the phone he was busily denying responsibility into.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>She came too with a Field Projects agent kneeling beside her, one hand around her wrist taking her pulse, the other holding the phone he was busily denying responsibility into<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. He was visibly relived when he realized she was conscious</ins>.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> </table>

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<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:21, 17 January 2018</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l41">Line 41:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 41:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He was nothing like she expected. She wasn&#039;t entirely sure what she expected. A long scraggly beard, maybe... the wild eyes of a madman. He was handsome, strikingly so, with short black hair and vibrantly blue eyes. Besides a few clear signs of the violence of his &#039;acquisiton&#039;, he was impeccably dressed and well kempt. She struggled to place his age. He looked as if he might be in his early 30&#039;s, but there was something about his eyes that made him feel much older.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He was nothing like she expected. She wasn&#039;t entirely sure what she expected. A long scraggly beard, maybe... the wild eyes of a madman. He was handsome, strikingly so, with short black hair and vibrantly blue eyes. Besides a few clear signs of the violence of his &#039;acquisiton&#039;, he was impeccably dressed and well kempt. She struggled to place his age. He looked as if he might be in his early 30&#039;s, but there was something about his eyes that made him feel much older.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He smiled as she entered the small apartment kitchen where he was securely bound to a chair. He greeted her by name, introduced himself as Corvus, lamented the state of his appearance, then complimented a recent change she'd made to the cut of her bangs. She attempted to launch into her cross-examination but all he seemed interested in talking about was the status of his journals. When she assured him they were safe, he asked that she insure they stay that way. She told him she'd read them, and he said that he knew. That he could see it in her eyes, and all around her. She asked him why he'd been following her, keeping tabs on her. He said a funny thing then; he said she'd told him to. She assured him she hadn't, and he told her 'not yet'. Her head was swimming, and he seemed to sense it. He asked her to sit down, and she told him she was fine. She wasn't. The last thing she heard clearly was Corvus calling for the Field <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Ops </del>team that had been nervously pacing in the other room, then the world fell away.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He smiled as she entered the small apartment kitchen where he was securely bound to a chair. He greeted her by name, introduced himself as Corvus, lamented the state of his appearance, then complimented a recent change she'd made to the cut of her bangs. She attempted to launch into her cross-examination but all he seemed interested in talking about was the status of his journals. When she assured him they were safe, he asked that she insure they stay that way. She told him she'd read them, and he said that he knew. That he could see it in her eyes, and all around her. She asked him why he'd been following her, keeping tabs on her. He said a funny thing then; he said she'd told him to. She assured him she hadn't, and he told her 'not yet'. Her head was swimming, and he seemed to sense it. He asked her to sit down, and she told him she was fine. She wasn't. The last thing she heard clearly was Corvus calling for the Field <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Projects </ins>team that had been nervously pacing in the other room, then the world fell away.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Julia could see Corvus's face grow more and more distant as she drifed back into the darkness, like peering through a window framed with the amber iris of her own eye. She was falling back into herself, into her own depths, and she was gripped with a primal fear of what she would find at the core. Nothing pleasant was the answer. For what seemed like an eternity she relived every experiment she's ever been party to, though this time she was the one strapped to the table. Over and over they replayed, her tormenters faceless but mocking her in her own voice. Just <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">when </del>she began to lose herself to the suffering, she found herself before the Iron Watchtower. Her awakening was complete.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Julia could see Corvus's face grow more and more distant as she drifed back into the darkness, like peering through a window framed with the amber iris of her own eye. She was falling back into herself, into her own depths, and she was gripped with a primal fear of what she would find at the core. Nothing pleasant was the answer. For what seemed like an eternity she relived every experiment she's ever been party to, though this time she was the one strapped to the table. Over and over they replayed, her tormenters faceless but mocking her in her own voice. Just <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">as </ins>she began to lose herself to the suffering, she found herself before the Iron Watchtower. Her awakening was complete.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>She came too <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">in </del>her <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">own bed</del>.  </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>She came too <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">with a Field Projects agent kneeling beside </ins>her<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, one hand around her wrist taking her pulse, the other holding the phone he was busily denying responsibility into</ins>.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> </table>

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<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:10, 17 January 2018</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l43">Line 43:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 43:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He smiled as she entered the small apartment kitchen where he was securely bound to a chair. He greeted her by name, introduced himself as Corvus, lamented the state of his appearance, then complimented a recent change she&#039;d made to the cut of her bangs. She attempted to launch into her cross-examination but all he seemed interested in talking about was the status of his journals. When she assured him they were safe, he asked that she insure they stay that way. She told him she&#039;d read them, and he said that he knew. That he could see it in her eyes, and all around her. She asked him why he&#039;d been following her, keeping tabs on her. He said a funny thing then; he said she&#039;d told him to. She assured him she hadn&#039;t, and he told her &#039;not yet&#039;. Her head was swimming, and he seemed to sense it. He asked her to sit down, and she told him she was fine. She wasn&#039;t. The last thing she heard clearly was Corvus calling for the Field Ops team that had been nervously pacing in the other room, then the world fell away.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He smiled as she entered the small apartment kitchen where he was securely bound to a chair. He greeted her by name, introduced himself as Corvus, lamented the state of his appearance, then complimented a recent change she&#039;d made to the cut of her bangs. She attempted to launch into her cross-examination but all he seemed interested in talking about was the status of his journals. When she assured him they were safe, he asked that she insure they stay that way. She told him she&#039;d read them, and he said that he knew. That he could see it in her eyes, and all around her. She asked him why he&#039;d been following her, keeping tabs on her. He said a funny thing then; he said she&#039;d told him to. She assured him she hadn&#039;t, and he told her &#039;not yet&#039;. Her head was swimming, and he seemed to sense it. He asked her to sit down, and she told him she was fine. She wasn&#039;t. The last thing she heard clearly was Corvus calling for the Field Ops team that had been nervously pacing in the other room, then the world fell away.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">She </del>could see Corvus's face grow more and more distant as she drifed back into the darkness, like peering through a window framed with the amber iris of her own eye. She was falling back into herself, into her own depths, and she was gripped with a primal fear of what she would find at the core. Nothing pleasant was the answer. For what seemed like an eternity she relived every experiment she's ever been party to, though this time she was the one strapped to the table. Over and over they replayed, her tormenters faceless but mocking her in her own voice.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Julia </ins>could see Corvus's face grow more and more distant as she drifed back into the darkness, like peering through a window framed with the amber iris of her own eye. She was falling back into herself, into her own depths, and she was gripped with a primal fear of what she would find at the core. Nothing pleasant was the answer. For what seemed like an eternity she relived every experiment she's ever been party to, though this time she was the one strapped to the table. Over and over they replayed, her tormenters faceless but mocking her in her own voice. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Just when she began to lose herself to the suffering, she found herself before the Iron Watchtower. Her awakening was complete.</ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">She came too in her own bed. </ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&#039;&#039;&#039;- IN PROGRESS -&#039;&#039;&#039;</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&#039;&#039;&#039;- IN PROGRESS -&#039;&#039;&#039;</div></td></tr> </table>

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<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 23:36, 16 January 2018</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l42">Line 42:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 42:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He smiled as she entered the small apartment kitchen where he was securely bound to a chair. He greeted her by name, introduced himself as Corvus, lamented the state of his appearance, then complimented a recent change she&#039;d made to the cut of her bangs. She attempted to launch into her cross-examination but all he seemed interested in talking about was the status of his journals. When she assured him they were safe, he asked that she insure they stay that way. She told him she&#039;d read them, and he said that he knew. That he could see it in her eyes, and all around her. She asked him why he&#039;d been following her, keeping tabs on her. He said a funny thing then; he said she&#039;d told him to. She assured him she hadn&#039;t, and he told her &#039;not yet&#039;. Her head was swimming, and he seemed to sense it. He asked her to sit down, and she told him she was fine. She wasn&#039;t. The last thing she heard clearly was Corvus calling for the Field Ops team that had been nervously pacing in the other room, then the world fell away.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He smiled as she entered the small apartment kitchen where he was securely bound to a chair. He greeted her by name, introduced himself as Corvus, lamented the state of his appearance, then complimented a recent change she&#039;d made to the cut of her bangs. She attempted to launch into her cross-examination but all he seemed interested in talking about was the status of his journals. When she assured him they were safe, he asked that she insure they stay that way. She told him she&#039;d read them, and he said that he knew. That he could see it in her eyes, and all around her. She asked him why he&#039;d been following her, keeping tabs on her. He said a funny thing then; he said she&#039;d told him to. She assured him she hadn&#039;t, and he told her &#039;not yet&#039;. Her head was swimming, and he seemed to sense it. He asked her to sit down, and she told him she was fine. She wasn&#039;t. The last thing she heard clearly was Corvus calling for the Field Ops team that had been nervously pacing in the other room, then the world fell away.</div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"></ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">She could see Corvus's face grow more and more distant as she drifed back into the darkness, like peering through a window framed with the amber iris of her own eye. She was falling back into herself, into her own depths, and she was gripped with a primal fear of what she would find at the core. Nothing pleasant was the answer. For what seemed like an eternity she relived every experiment she's ever been party to, though this time she was the one strapped to the table. Over and over they replayed, her tormenters faceless but mocking her in her own voice.</ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&#039;&#039;&#039;- IN PROGRESS -&#039;&#039;&#039;</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&#039;&#039;&#039;- IN PROGRESS -&#039;&#039;&#039;</div></td></tr> </table>

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<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 23:18, 16 January 2018</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l41">Line 41:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 41:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He was nothing like she expected. She wasn&#039;t entirely sure what she expected. A long scraggly beard, maybe... the wild eyes of a madman. He was handsome, strikingly so, with short black hair and vibrantly blue eyes. Besides a few clear signs of the violence of his &#039;acquisiton&#039;, he was impeccably dressed and well kempt. She struggled to place his age. He looked as if he might be in his early 30&#039;s, but there was something about his eyes that made him feel much older.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He was nothing like she expected. She wasn&#039;t entirely sure what she expected. A long scraggly beard, maybe... the wild eyes of a madman. He was handsome, strikingly so, with short black hair and vibrantly blue eyes. Besides a few clear signs of the violence of his &#039;acquisiton&#039;, he was impeccably dressed and well kempt. She struggled to place his age. He looked as if he might be in his early 30&#039;s, but there was something about his eyes that made him feel much older.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He smiled as she entered the small apartment kitchen where he was securely bound to a chair. He lamented the state of his appearance, then complimented a recent change she'd made to the cut of her bangs. She attempted to launch into her cross-examination but all he seemed interested in talking about was the status of his journals. When she assured him they were safe, he asked that she insure they stay that way. She told him she'd read them, and he said that he knew. That he could see it in her eyes, and all around her. She asked him why he'd been following her, keeping tabs on her. He said a funny thing then; he said she'd told him to. She assured him she hadn't, and he told her 'not yet'.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He smiled as she entered the small apartment kitchen where he was securely bound to a chair. He <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">greeted her by name, introduced himself as Corvus, </ins>lamented the state of his appearance, then complimented a recent change she'd made to the cut of her bangs. She attempted to launch into her cross-examination but all he seemed interested in talking about was the status of his journals. When she assured him they were safe, he asked that she insure they stay that way. She told him she'd read them, and he said that he knew. That he could see it in her eyes, and all around her. She asked him why he'd been following her, keeping tabs on her. He said a funny thing then; he said she'd told him to. She assured him she hadn't, and he told her 'not yet'<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. Her head was swimming, and he seemed to sense it. He asked her to sit down, and she told him she was fine. She wasn't. The last thing she heard clearly was Corvus calling for the Field Ops team that had been nervously pacing in the other room, then the world fell away</ins>.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&#039;&#039;&#039;- IN PROGRESS -&#039;&#039;&#039;</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&#039;&#039;&#039;- IN PROGRESS -&#039;&#039;&#039;</div></td></tr> </table>

RoCa https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Bridging_the_Divide:NepentheBio&diff=332006&oldid=prev 2018-01-16T23:12:52Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 23:12, 16 January 2018</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l41">Line 41:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 41:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He was nothing like she expected. She wasn&#039;t entirely sure what she expected. A long scraggly beard, maybe... the wild eyes of a madman. He was handsome, strikingly so, with short black hair and vibrantly blue eyes. Besides a few clear signs of the violence of his &#039;acquisiton&#039;, he was impeccably dressed and well kempt. She struggled to place his age. He looked as if he might be in his early 30&#039;s, but there was something about his eyes that made him feel much older.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He was nothing like she expected. She wasn&#039;t entirely sure what she expected. A long scraggly beard, maybe... the wild eyes of a madman. He was handsome, strikingly so, with short black hair and vibrantly blue eyes. Besides a few clear signs of the violence of his &#039;acquisiton&#039;, he was impeccably dressed and well kempt. She struggled to place his age. He looked as if he might be in his early 30&#039;s, but there was something about his eyes that made him feel much older.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He smiled as she entered the small apartment kitchen where he was securely bound to a chair. He lamented the state of his appearance, then complimented a recent change she'd made to the cut of her bangs. She attempted to launch into her cross-examination but all he seemed interested in talking about was the status of his journals. When she assured him they were safe, he asked that she insure they stay that way. She told him she'd read them, and he said that he knew.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>He smiled as she entered the small apartment kitchen where he was securely bound to a chair. He lamented the state of his appearance, then complimented a recent change she'd made to the cut of her bangs. She attempted to launch into her cross-examination but all he seemed interested in talking about was the status of his journals. When she assured him they were safe, he asked that she insure they stay that way. She told him she'd read them, and he said that he knew<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. That he could see it in her eyes, and all around her. She asked him why he'd been following her, keeping tabs on her. He said a funny thing then; he said she'd told him to. She assured him she hadn't, and he told her 'not yet'</ins>.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&#039;&#039;&#039;- IN PROGRESS -&#039;&#039;&#039;</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&#039;&#039;&#039;- IN PROGRESS -&#039;&#039;&#039;</div></td></tr> </table>

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