Note: Due to the chaotic way this data is organized in our database, I had to write this up myself, rather than just copy and paste the non-classified bits as usual. --SΣ
On rare occasions, PRE07 "Choir" has been observed to take on physical properties, rather than remain as a "gray shadow." When this happens, the bodies of PRE07 behave in a similar manor to a fungus. In extremely rare circumstances, the fungal bodies will release spores which can attach to nearby humans. A new fungal body will then begin to grow on the victim's skin. Those who are infected with the fungus are always tormented by PRE07's ability to alter soundwaves, with many victims reporting hearing voices right next to their ears at all times. Madness is quick to follow.
These victims are designated as part of the P07A00 series, and are informally called "Carriers." (Note: They are also commonly called "Grayskins." --SΣ)
After a few weeks of infection, the "Carrier" will always die, and the fungus will leave the corpse. It has been theorized by some Analysts that this infection is how PRE07 reproduces.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
PRE18: "Unnamed Child"
Note: Since things have finally calmed down, I'm hoping to get this blog back to business as usual. I'm doing fine, by the way. No need to worry about me. --SΣ
Designation: PRE18
Colloquial Terms: The Unnamed Child, The Lost Girl, Precious, Darling, The Daughter of All, OFFSPRING, Little Nameless
Physical Description: Appears as a young girl, about six to eight years of age. Exact physical characteristics vary, but many not affected by its abilities describe its face as being wrong somehow, with subtly off proportions. Those who are affected do not seem notice these characteristics.
Behavioral Description: PRE18 will initially appear to its chosen target as a homeless little girl. It will then begin to work at the target's mind. The target will be compelled by protect and care for PRE18, and slowly will become convinced that it is his or her daughter. Over a period of time, targets will begin to see PRE18 as the most important thing in their lives, often at the expense of everyone and everything else they know. Once PRE18 is the only thing the target cares about, PRE18 will vanish, leaving the target to desperately search for it for the rest of his or her life. Throughout this whole process, PRE18 has never been observed to speak. These victims are designated as P18A00 series, or "Wanderers."
If a victim of PRE18 ever happens to find it again, then PRE18 will whisper something in their ear. What it is whispers is unknown, but those who hear PRE18 became mindlessly devoted to her, and will, as they claim, "carry out [PRE18's] will." These victims will also lose all memory of their names, and those who knew the victims will likewise fail to recall the victims' name. These victims are designated as P18B00 series, or "Nameless."
Further Reading: This blog was kept by one of her victims. This blog also features her.
Designation: PRE18
Colloquial Terms: The Unnamed Child, The Lost Girl, Precious, Darling, The Daughter of All, OFFSPRING, Little Nameless
Physical Description: Appears as a young girl, about six to eight years of age. Exact physical characteristics vary, but many not affected by its abilities describe its face as being wrong somehow, with subtly off proportions. Those who are affected do not seem notice these characteristics.
Behavioral Description: PRE18 will initially appear to its chosen target as a homeless little girl. It will then begin to work at the target's mind. The target will be compelled by protect and care for PRE18, and slowly will become convinced that it is his or her daughter. Over a period of time, targets will begin to see PRE18 as the most important thing in their lives, often at the expense of everyone and everything else they know. Once PRE18 is the only thing the target cares about, PRE18 will vanish, leaving the target to desperately search for it for the rest of his or her life. Throughout this whole process, PRE18 has never been observed to speak. These victims are designated as P18A00 series, or "Wanderers."
If a victim of PRE18 ever happens to find it again, then PRE18 will whisper something in their ear. What it is whispers is unknown, but those who hear PRE18 became mindlessly devoted to her, and will, as they claim, "carry out [PRE18's] will." These victims will also lose all memory of their names, and those who knew the victims will likewise fail to recall the victims' name. These victims are designated as P18B00 series, or "Nameless."
Further Reading: This blog was kept by one of her victims. This blog also features her.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Ghost Signing Out
Hey all, Inquisitor Nu here.
I wanted to tell you I'm leaving the Archive. The higher ups have already given me permission. So I guess someone else will get designated as Inquisitor Nu once I'm gone.
I've decided I like the name "Ghost", so that's what I'll be calling myself from now on.
There's word of someone matching Neomaria's description who was spotted in Spain. I'll be headed there first. How she got to Spain of all places, I'll never know. But I don't care.
Do you know what it's like to be ordered to guard someone you know is just an experiment? Someone who's so innocent and sweet, and yet whose life means little to anyone?
I'll find you, Neomaria. I'll never let anyone hurt you again.
That's a promise.
-Ghost-
I wanted to tell you I'm leaving the Archive. The higher ups have already given me permission. So I guess someone else will get designated as Inquisitor Nu once I'm gone.
I've decided I like the name "Ghost", so that's what I'll be calling myself from now on.
There's word of someone matching Neomaria's description who was spotted in Spain. I'll be headed there first. How she got to Spain of all places, I'll never know. But I don't care.
Do you know what it's like to be ordered to guard someone you know is just an experiment? Someone who's so innocent and sweet, and yet whose life means little to anyone?
I'll find you, Neomaria. I'll never let anyone hurt you again.
That's a promise.
-Ghost-
Friday, January 20, 2012
The Death of Analyst Alpha
I guess I should probably explain what happened, huh? I can't imagine that you guys are satisfied with that synopsis IN posted.
Like the report said, Inquisitor Alpha was killed and the Martyrs broke into the Sphere. They burst into the room I was in and, while I am certainly not helpless, they managed to capture me (three highly trained professionals versus one out of practice fighter is not fair odds). They dragged me to some cell and locked me up there.
I was in the cell for what seemed like an eternity, but then finally they came and took me from it. They brought me to a brightly lit room, where Analyst Alpha had ordered all her equipment to be taken. She had everything she needed to perform the fetal transplant. My half-sister was already there as well, strapped into a table. She looked confused and scared-- I don't think she really comprehended what was going on.
I was strapped down to a table, and Analyst Alpha walked in, wearing a white apron, a surgical mask, gloves... she was ready for the procedure. I think it was at that moment when it really sank in what she was about to do to me, and I panicked. I struggled and I screamed, but I couldn't break free of my bonds. I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my neck, and realized that someone had injected me with something. I calmed down, but I stayed conscious, just... detached. It didn't seem like I was really there anymore.
I watched as Neomaria was injected with something similar, and then her mother took a pair of scissors and cut open her robe, and she took a scalpel to Neomaria's gut...
...and then there was chaos.
The instant she made the incision, Analyst Alpha was thrown back, and shadows-- physical shadows-- burst out of my sister's body. They swarmed all over the room in a fury, and I saw a portion of the shadowed mass lashing out at AA, tearing into her body and cutting into her flesh.
And just as suddenly as it began, it was over. What was left of Analyst Alpha lay splattered across the wall, and there was no trace whatsoever of the shadows or my sister.
--SΣ
Like the report said, Inquisitor Alpha was killed and the Martyrs broke into the Sphere. They burst into the room I was in and, while I am certainly not helpless, they managed to capture me (three highly trained professionals versus one out of practice fighter is not fair odds). They dragged me to some cell and locked me up there.
I was in the cell for what seemed like an eternity, but then finally they came and took me from it. They brought me to a brightly lit room, where Analyst Alpha had ordered all her equipment to be taken. She had everything she needed to perform the fetal transplant. My half-sister was already there as well, strapped into a table. She looked confused and scared-- I don't think she really comprehended what was going on.
I was strapped down to a table, and Analyst Alpha walked in, wearing a white apron, a surgical mask, gloves... she was ready for the procedure. I think it was at that moment when it really sank in what she was about to do to me, and I panicked. I struggled and I screamed, but I couldn't break free of my bonds. I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my neck, and realized that someone had injected me with something. I calmed down, but I stayed conscious, just... detached. It didn't seem like I was really there anymore.
I watched as Neomaria was injected with something similar, and then her mother took a pair of scissors and cut open her robe, and she took a scalpel to Neomaria's gut...
...and then there was chaos.
The instant she made the incision, Analyst Alpha was thrown back, and shadows-- physical shadows-- burst out of my sister's body. They swarmed all over the room in a fury, and I saw a portion of the shadowed mass lashing out at AA, tearing into her body and cutting into her flesh.
And just as suddenly as it began, it was over. What was left of Analyst Alpha lay splattered across the wall, and there was no trace whatsoever of the shadows or my sister.
--SΣ
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Recap
I apologize for how long it took for us to fill you in regarding this issue. However, I'm sure you can understand that this is a difficult situation and it has been hectic to say the least. Things have really only just recently begun to calm down.
Even now I'm strapped for time, so I'll just copy and past the public parts of the official report:
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On December 9, 2011, the sixth person to bear the title of Analyst Alpha spearheaded an act of dissidence against the Archive. Without receiving proper consensus from the Council of Seven, AA secured the aid of the tenth Martyr Alpha and the seventh Broker Alpha and began a campaign of aggression.
She began by ordering Martyrs to assassinate the third Keeper Alpha. Following this assassination, AA and her follows launched an all-out attack on the Sphere. Her objective was to obtain the twelfth Scribe Sigma and the entity known as "Neomaria." It is believed that she wished to perform a fetal transplant from Neomaria to SΣ.
On December 19, 2011, Martyrs penetrated the Sphere. The eleventh Inquisitor Alpha was subsequently killed. Both of AA's objectives were secured.
On December 20, 2011, AA attempted to perform the Fetal Transplant. *CENSORED*
Following a tribunal hearing on December 26, 2011, it was determined that MA and BA were coerced into aiding AA. They will retain their positions. SΣ's status as a fugitive has been revoked, and she has been restored to her position in the Archive.
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-IN-
Even now I'm strapped for time, so I'll just copy and past the public parts of the official report:
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On December 9, 2011, the sixth person to bear the title of Analyst Alpha spearheaded an act of dissidence against the Archive. Without receiving proper consensus from the Council of Seven, AA secured the aid of the tenth Martyr Alpha and the seventh Broker Alpha and began a campaign of aggression.
She began by ordering Martyrs to assassinate the third Keeper Alpha. Following this assassination, AA and her follows launched an all-out attack on the Sphere. Her objective was to obtain the twelfth Scribe Sigma and the entity known as "Neomaria." It is believed that she wished to perform a fetal transplant from Neomaria to SΣ.
On December 19, 2011, Martyrs penetrated the Sphere. The eleventh Inquisitor Alpha was subsequently killed. Both of AA's objectives were secured.
On December 20, 2011, AA attempted to perform the Fetal Transplant. *CENSORED*
AA's remains were then recovered by a team of Collectors. Neomaria's whereabouts remain unknown.
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-IN-
Monday, January 2, 2012
Friday, December 9, 2011
SΣ: Fracture
Hello everyone. I'm back. Scribe Sigma.
I guess I owe you all an explanation?
The "Sammy Mayhew" whose memories I was given is not me. I've checked the dates, the age, public records... it doesn't add up at all. It's impossible for it to be me. Of course, I realized this as soon as I made that post. The memories were just crashing against my mind, begging to get out, and once they were released, I was able to think clearly.
I am not Neomaria.
I am her half-sister.
While I was on the run, I went home. The home that I only have three years worth of memories of, and I saw my mother for the first time in years. She's aged so much, I barely even recognized her. But she recognized me, the instant she saw me.
I won't go into the details, but there were tears and there were hugs. Apparently, my father has been making the occasional visit since I joined the Archive. I don't have any memory of my father-- he was long gone by the time the Grandfather took my memories-- but he remembered me.
Anchises. His posts were titled "sin", "sof", and "the". "sinsofthe". I'm certain the next two would have been "fat" and "her." Sins of the father-- my father. Keeper Alpha.
I don't know why he named his daughter with Analyst Alpha after me. Whether it was guilt or simply because he missed me. I don't know.
The Inquisitors found me before the Martyrs did, and they took me to the Sphere, and I met my sister-- the sister I never knew I had. We look so much alike. Same dark blonde hair, same brown eyes, same front teeth that are just slightly too big... And she's pregnant. And she's been pregnant for years. Pregnant with a child that cannot be detected and does not exist.
Neomaria: the new Mary. She who will give birth to a new god. For some reason, the fetus won't grow anymore in her body, so Analyst Alpha started looking for a new mother to carry the baby to term, preferably one with a similar physiology to her daughter.
And that's why she wanted me. She was going transplant the fetus inside me.
Inquisitor Nu is close to her. I think they might even love each other. He was always so hostile to me... but now, for some reason, he's protecting me-- trying to protect both of us. He's Ghost.
...and now I suppose I should explain current events.
My father is dead. A group of Martyrs broke into his room and killed him while he slept. The Martyrs are different from how I remember them. They follow Martyr Alpha's orders with a kind of... no, "fanaticism" isn't the right word. "Fanaticism" implies passion.
Analyst Alpha has declared that anyone who opposes her is a traitor, and with the Martyrs backing her up, she's started a fucking civil war.
I'm here, in the Sphere, with my sister and my protectors, and the Inquisitors are desperately fighting to keep the Martyrs out.
--SΣ
I guess I owe you all an explanation?
The "Sammy Mayhew" whose memories I was given is not me. I've checked the dates, the age, public records... it doesn't add up at all. It's impossible for it to be me. Of course, I realized this as soon as I made that post. The memories were just crashing against my mind, begging to get out, and once they were released, I was able to think clearly.
I am not Neomaria.
I am her half-sister.
While I was on the run, I went home. The home that I only have three years worth of memories of, and I saw my mother for the first time in years. She's aged so much, I barely even recognized her. But she recognized me, the instant she saw me.
I won't go into the details, but there were tears and there were hugs. Apparently, my father has been making the occasional visit since I joined the Archive. I don't have any memory of my father-- he was long gone by the time the Grandfather took my memories-- but he remembered me.
Anchises. His posts were titled "sin", "sof", and "the". "sinsofthe". I'm certain the next two would have been "fat" and "her." Sins of the father-- my father. Keeper Alpha.
I don't know why he named his daughter with Analyst Alpha after me. Whether it was guilt or simply because he missed me. I don't know.
The Inquisitors found me before the Martyrs did, and they took me to the Sphere, and I met my sister-- the sister I never knew I had. We look so much alike. Same dark blonde hair, same brown eyes, same front teeth that are just slightly too big... And she's pregnant. And she's been pregnant for years. Pregnant with a child that cannot be detected and does not exist.
Neomaria: the new Mary. She who will give birth to a new god. For some reason, the fetus won't grow anymore in her body, so Analyst Alpha started looking for a new mother to carry the baby to term, preferably one with a similar physiology to her daughter.
And that's why she wanted me. She was going transplant the fetus inside me.
Inquisitor Nu is close to her. I think they might even love each other. He was always so hostile to me... but now, for some reason, he's protecting me-- trying to protect both of us. He's Ghost.
...and now I suppose I should explain current events.
My father is dead. A group of Martyrs broke into his room and killed him while he slept. The Martyrs are different from how I remember them. They follow Martyr Alpha's orders with a kind of... no, "fanaticism" isn't the right word. "Fanaticism" implies passion.
Analyst Alpha has declared that anyone who opposes her is a traitor, and with the Martyrs backing her up, she's started a fucking civil war.
I'm here, in the Sphere, with my sister and my protectors, and the Inquisitors are desperately fighting to keep the Martyrs out.
--SΣ
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