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[in_over_his_head]

1) [One Thread only please.]

[Calvin is standing before the Stone door with a very wary look. He probably shouldn't have brought along a particular stone with him... but it was better to have it on hand in case they found something inside. He feels his stomach churning in a horrific way that Asagi would be familiar with on bad days. With this he carefully looks back to the others accompanying him.]

On a scale of one to ten, how much of a bad feeling are you getting from whatever might be behind here?

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[After everything that has happened Calvin has retired back to his quarters. As soon as the bag holding the Stone is put away... he crashes to the floor, curling up into the fetal position and shaking badly with a wide eyed expression. Clearly the day's excitement along with discovering the fact that Project Pedantic Blue not only existed... but there had been actual living physical proof of it on the same base as he was currently occupying freaked him the hell out.]

[Bother him?]

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[brought_it_back]

Relax, it's not that bad.

[Now she puts that pen down, arranging it in a nice line with some others. Those papers are more in order now, too.]

I know you're...rather interested...in secret projects and the like. And I am the direct product of one of them. I'll answer your questions, if they're not too disagreeable.

But I like my privacy, and I won't accept you interrogating me. Furthermore, I'm going to be leaving for a while soon, and if you rummage through my stuff while I'm gone I'll...think of something.

...That aside, are you really alright? You look to be having a panic attack.

[in_over_his_head]

... Clearly I AM NOT-

[Calvin takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. While he's somewhat shaky, he has to a degree managed to get a handle on things. ]

Let's... Just say I need a little more time to deal with being proven right and having my worldview shaken like its a snow globe.

And considering what you came from for all I know you left a minefield in your room.

[brought_it_back]

Mmm. I've had some time to prepare for what we learned today...

And of course it wouldn't be a minefield. That'd be a fire hazard.

[in_over_his_head]

Right. Of course. It would probably be something subtle.

[Calvin pinches the bridge of his nose. How he has yet to have been prescribed a massive slew of medication is beyond people.]

So... You said that you would answer my questions. Just what are the limits? While you say you won't answer anything disagreeable, it would be best if you specified what is for you.

[brought_it_back]

Well...That's a hard question to answer. To define what level of suffering is too much...

...I'll tell you when you approach it. There are a lot of things I'd rather not remember.

[in_over_his_head]

... Alright.

Just how far did the project get in far in terms of full weaponisation before everything went to hell. I read up the after action files on Freddy Angel and his gang but it's hard to get a handle on things if some of the major examples were.... Unstable.

[brought_it_back]

All the way, I'd presume.

I would need a specially designed mecha to do anything more than a parlor trick, but once inside one there's...a lot. Curving energy beams, moving the machine with your mind, teleportation, shields made of will and force...

That Green unit we shot down-Shizuka's Tern-is one such mecha, though it'd need repairs first.

[in_over_his_head]

How did they finance it? Even if it was military spending, the development, personnel costs, coverups... Everything...

Whoever actually planned the project would have needed a major amount of pull to even get a fraction of the starting costs for the results they got even if...

[They were made of sheer defiance of sanity.]

Just who ran this mess?

[brought_it_back]

That's not exactly something I would know...

[in_over_his_head]

Right. Right. Just figured it was worth a try to ask.

What about code words? I'm not asking if you remember them because that wouldn't make much sense but... Do you remember anything that might have been someone trying to implant some form of verbal trigger?

Something similar to post-hypnotic suggestion and the like.

[brought_it_back]

Nothing I know of, but my memories of that time are patchy and disconnected. My mother did some poking around in my head as well...or at least I think that was her.

It's not impossible. Unlikely, though.

[in_over_his_head]

... Wasn't your mother dead according to the chart? You make it sound like it was... Recent...

[Plsnoghostsplsnoghostsplsnoghosts.]

[brought_it_back]

Clearly the chart was mistaken.