mitochondriaaya | Bioshocked

Who: Aya and the boys?
When: Once the boys are old enough to remember Rapture? 1960 or so.
What: So they probably shouldn't leave that down there huh?

Breakfast tables were...probably dangerous. Given how often things discussed there determined the fate of the world and all. Or at least that's how it felt some days. They lived on base given Elcy and Yinsi were high assets and Braig and Dilan were likely to be even higher assets. Some days she felt kind of like she'd just managed to stumble accidentally into something that made her so happy. Growing up as a base brat had bled into college that led to liaison to their scientists had led to something of a whirlwind romance had led to special dispensation that ad her waking up every morning with two wonderful men in her life.

Not bad as far as she was concerned, even if it took a particular frame of mind to accept their marriage. They were headed into a era of more openness and allowance, hopefully, she'd like that after growing up in the fifties and it's insistence on perfect modular housing and nuclear families.

And kitchen devices. What the hell was that even about? Granted, she wasn't a modern housewife that spent hours in the kitchen, she had a range of talents that did not...comply with the standard and Dilan was a better cook than she'd ever be. A fact that kind of made her outcast at the base housewife socials but hey, she was usually busy anyway.

Still, some days she almost wished for the standard experience. Days like today when she looked up from her eggs at the breakfast table to blink at her husbands, bemused, as they did the secret language based on prior experience thing. She loved them, yes, but sometimes her brilliant men lost her...

...and then wrote out a list.

Hell.

"So we're going to the middle of the ocean..." she drawled, later, in front of her CO. "For world peace." At least that was how her men had phrased it? Half remembered horrors from a city under the sea. She hadn't had a chance to stop by her inlaws before pinning the commander, but...the boys outranked anyone on base normally. That was what happened when you wrapped intelligent people in a military bodyguard set. You protected your intelligent assets after all...

"A boat and...?"

"I've a requisitions list for the armory."

"...of course you do. You're sure this isn't just some night terror, Brea?"

"Operation Paperclip. All of the files on it are redacted," she noted softly. She'd...checked? Subset of scientists NOT brought to the US had been listed with Rapture destination though. It was...legit? As far as records went. And there had been adverts about an open city, Rapture...

...she wasn't feeling nearly as stable by the time their boat bumped against the small, rocky outcropping and they were threading their way into the dark lighthouse to...go down. Down. Oh hell. The video clip kicked on at eighteen fathoms.

Where the artist need not fear censure...

...where the scientist need not be bound by petty morality.

That was a bad sign wasn't it? "I see why your parents left," she admitted quietly as she leaned back against the boys, shadows playing across the packs at their feet. The neon splashes that shifted through the window as they came in on the approach to Rapture was...almost normal. Neon was the advertisement hook of choice these days but the whale drfting past painted in those reflected colors was certainly...striking.

Okay, admittedly, she was impressed. A city under the sea? All shadowy depths and polished windows and chrome? It was...attractive.

But they had a lot of ammo for a reason yes. Staying grounded was important, this wasn't a vacation. Not...really. "Not seeing much movement in the connecting tunnels," she noted softly as the bathysphere leveled out. "Population is likely low..." Given it SHOULD be a time of day when people were out of work and at their leisure?

Should.

"I demand a proper honeymoon after this," she noted softly. JUST IN CASE.

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From:

mitochondriaaya

"Trying!" Aya gritted, tossing a damn NEEDLE gun away from the girl and wrapping arms around her, getting a glove in the girl's teeth as the little thing bit dwn. Thank god for leather huh? Wiggly as hell kid threw her aim off though, meant she only winged the guy in the damn bunny mask coming at them.

From:

sliceitwithwind

Braig took care of the bunny mask, shooting several times through head and chest. He backed himself over until he was between Aya and the girl and Dilan and the BD.

Dilan, meanwhile, was doing his best to avoid the drill while ripping at his foe.

From:

mitochondriaaya

Aya nodded to him gratefully and settled for rocking the girl gently in an attempt to sooth the flailing. Hell, the girl was feverish as hell and glowing but...yeah. Instinct?

The Big Daddy was NOT happy with Dilan no. Not at all. In that trying to bounce him off walls kind of way?

From:

sliceitwithwind

Dilan grunted at each smash of his back to wall and swung around until he was dangling from the top front bar with one arm and doing his best to punch the lights out - literally - of it's front with his other one.

From:

mitochondriaaya

The BD roared again, an oddly electrical sound and tried to get his drill to bear, failing that landmines but those arced toward Braig rather than Dilan. It was NOT made fr close campbat with things that didn't squish!

From:

sliceitwithwind

Dilan laughed, low and loud and like the apex predator that he was in the face of a dangerous thing that he was killing. He may not have been raised in the Territories, but he'd cut his adult teeth on the monsters there anyway. His adulthood rite had gone quite, quite well.

Braig tackled Aya and the sister out of the way of the mines, landing on top of them so that if one hit anyway it would go through Braig, then Aya, and then the Little Sister.

From:

mitochondriaaya

Luckily proximity in this city meant about three feet. Still, chriiissst that was close and hit Braig's back with chunks of concrete as it exploded. "She's okay," Aya noted quietly as the flailing BD's drill arm got snagged in piping.

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Good." Braig said, moving off again once the concrete stopped falling. He took a look at Dilan and decided that his husband was doing just fine without his help.

Dilan finished punching out the lights on the BD and snagged a piece of piping - although not the same bit that the BD was caught in - to jam into it's body to try to kill the person inside. It was a shame, but it was a necessary shame.

And it was another monster to add to his tally.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Find me that garden thing she mentioned!" Aya growled, wrestling with the sister that was going NUTS in her arm when the BD went down.

From:

sliceitwithwind

Dilan and Braig both sprang into action, searching around (and swearing, in Braig's case) until they found the thing they'd been told to look for. Dilan slid into place near Aya and grabbed hold of the little girl to keep her from fighting while Aya did what needed to be done.

As soon as Aya had a free hand Braig slapped the tool into it.

From:

mitochondriaaya

That was a terrifying large needle wasn't it? And glowing goo was NEVER good but...better than in Braig, "you are taking me to every AA meeting if I get addicted," she sighed, injecting herself and...oh fuck.

That hurt.

In the dizzy, painful, passing out kind of way? First plasmids...sucked apparently. Owwww. Still, "Okay, girl..." she gritted when she sat up.

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Of course we are." Braig agreed. Dilan stroked the Little Sister's hair as Aya got the Adam and Eve out of her, while humming something in the slightly atonal way that the Katzu had.

From:

mitochondriaaya

Well the kid was...far less corpse like when Aya was done? SHE was buzzing, but the girl was yawning and healthy looking as she smiled and said 'thank you ma'am...I'm tired' while walking to a wall...hole? Yup.

"Oh man that....I'm...fizzing..." Aya admitted softly, eyes glowing a touch.

From:

sliceitwithwind

"It's okay." Dilan and Braig both folded her into their arms, Dilan's arms long enough to surround them all. "It'll be okay, Aya. We're here for you. Breathe through it, babe."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Like..." she breathed, trying to focus. Oh gods, bubbles and glowing in her veins. Was there room for blood even? Who even knew? "...you call me babe..." yup. THAT WAS IMPORTANT IN HER MIND RIGHT NOW.

Ohhhh man.

"How...how do we...drain this?"

Edited Date: 2018-06-02 04:17 am (UTC)

From:

sliceitwithwind

"You can only drain it by using it with plasimds." Dilan said.

Braig put his forehead against hers, nose touching nose. "Good. I like calling you babe. Do you think you can stand? We need to find you a plasmid to learn."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"...hell," she growled. That didn't sound nice. That didn't sound nice at all nope. She took a moment to still the buzzing in her bones then nodded, kissing Braig's nose, "yes. It's...it's very...I don't even know," she gritted, standing carefully.

"It's too nice. It's sugar instead of meat."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Yuck." Dilan said, putting one hand on each of Aya's hips to help her stabilise, "I know what you mean, but still. Sugar. Ick."

He was trying to give her a little bit more normalcy to cling to.

"Some of us like sugar." Braig pointed out, holding one of her hands as he spoke to Dilan, "I know you don't want to do this, but we're going to have to if we want to save the girls...if you want I can do it instead."

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mitochondriaaya

"No," that was an immediate and SOLID reaction to Braig's offer. "Better I don't like it." Yup. Better by far. And Braig..had an addictive personality at times.

"I'm okay. Honest."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Okay." he agreed, because Braig knew that he had an addictive personality. Look at how much he depended on his lovers, as one small example.

"Good. That means I don't need to hurt you." Dilan informed the smaller man, grimly, "We all hate it, but Aya has to be the one to do it. I would, but..." a crazed Katzu splicer was not a thought to be entertained.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Not allowed," Aya gritted, having experienced this. No, Braig was NOT allowed at all. "I can...see how it would be nice. Where are we going?"

From:

sliceitwithwind

Braig nodded, and put a shoulder under Aya's arm until she could walk straight again. "This way, babe." he said, leading them down a hallway.

From:

mitochondriaaya

She leaned on him a touch heavily, giggling at odd moments until she was steady again. Holy hellll that shit packed a punch. "Everyone here uses this stuff huh?" No wonder things went to hell.

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Yes." Dilan said, gliding behind the other two, "Everyone. The Big Daddies are humans gene-engineered to be like Katzu. The splicers are anything they could imagine. The Little Sisters drain the dead. It's about as close to hell as I can think of."