Beasts of Beyond

Post reply

Warning - while you were reading 6 new replies have been posted. You may wish to review your post.

Note: this post will not display until it's been approved by a moderator.

Name:
Email:
Subject:
Message icon:

Attach:
(Clear Attachment)
(more attachments)
Restrictions: 4 per post, maximum total size 192KB, maximum individual size 128KB
Note that any files attached will not be displayed until approved by a moderator.
Verification:
Type the letters shown in the picture
Listen to the letters / Request another image

Type the letters shown in the picture:

shortcuts: hit alt+s to submit/post or alt+p to preview


Topic Summary

Posted by: CAUSTIC.
« on: June 25, 2020, 01:47:54 AM »

 
DR. CAUSTIC
Ivan is... interesting to him. Perhaps, the boy fills a Wattson-shaped hole in his chest. Caustic's interest is piqued by few and his respect piqued even fewer. He has an affinity for the brilliant. Caustic prefers the company of other intellects (Octavio excluded, of course) and Ivan is no different.

He sees opportunities for the boy to grow, mold into someone. Too bad he was a cat and his work would never be appreciated. Caustic didn't have the heart to tell Ivan his thoughts on Philosophy- a confusing topic with too many contradictions. Perhaps, the boy wouldn't have storms raging in his heart if he took a more logistic view.

"As far as I know, no, we are trapped here."

Posted by: Ivan
« on: June 19, 2020, 06:41:52 PM »

IVAN
slav. "god is gracious"
---
a son
a brother
ALYOSHA, MY DEAR, MY ONLY SON, I'M AFRAID OF IVAN —
In the Allegory of the Cave, prisoners existed underground all their lives in a dark cave, chained up to their necks so they could only see one wall. The prisoners could only see the shadows of objects illuminated by a bonfire lit behind them. One day, one of them would be released and after rubbing the sores created on his neck and hands from the chains, he climbed out of the cave. But, as he was so accustomed to the darkness of the cave, he was painfully blinded by the light of the Sun, which stood as the true light, the Truth.

This pain was something similar happening to Ivan now as he mulled over the implications of this revelation. There was, of course, the physical throbbing in his paw, but it was quite insequential to his inner pain. "And nobody would believe you anyway, you fool holding the lantern searching for an honest man. You aren't like them, they wouldn't understand." Just as the prisoner enlightened by the Sun is put to death by his cave-dwelling peers.

Ivan steadied his breathing for a moment. He nearly flinched when Caustic's paw covered his own, but he stilled immediately with a blanked expression on his face. Caustic was human, and not even part of this world.

Oh, Ivan tried to hard to be a rationalist and snide behind his tower of liberalism and reason, but maybe all his heart yearned for was faith. The physical world had only shown him so much, even then he could not experience it all fully because he cannot see the vibrant colors. He wanted to see something beyond his scope of physicality and reason, yet he did not know how to find it because he could not fathom it through reason. And it very well might be that philosophy was useless as Caustic thinks, but does not dare to tell Ivan. Either way, maybe it just didn't matter.

"I know you wouldn't lie, no, and I know you're real, but I said that, didn't I ... Without even thinking. Ah!" He flinched again, for no reason. "But this brings up so many problems. I don't mean because you're human. I think ... I think I am not so frightened about that. Perhaps I even admire you further. No, it's the worlds theory ... I was saying a lot of stupid things just now, I even hit my paw on the table — I do that a lot, but I'm fine now, I'm not going mad." His speech was awkward and rambled, and he spoke so quickly and fluidly as if he was pouring out his heart.

A rather sudden and abrupt tranquility came over his countenance. "You can't go back, can you? You and Octane?" He asked in a softened voice. Was it acceptance? He was not sure. The holes in his Caustic puzzle were fitting together given this theory. He felt bad.
— I'M MORE AFRAID OF IVAN THAN THE OTHER ONE.
Posted by: CAUSTIC.
« on: June 16, 2020, 12:57:12 AM »

DR. CAUSTIC
Caustic watches him for his reaction- studies him, in fact. He is a man of logic- science ruled all. Science explained anything that needed to be asked. Philosophy is a distraction from answers, as far as he's concerned.

"It's true, I would never lie to you," perhaps, in someways, that was a lie itself. He tries to remember when he's lied to the boy and when he's excluded information.

"No, we're not. Octavio and I were humans," he answers, recalling holding the smaller's head in his heads and placing a kiss upon his forehead.

The wolf lurches back with a start when Ivan slams his paw down, and Caustic reels in his brain, trying to figure the best to do. "I'm real, Ivan," he says, placing his paw on Ivan's.

Posted by: Ivan
« on: June 11, 2020, 09:05:18 PM »

IVAN
slav. "god is gracious"
---
a son
a brother
ALYOSHA, MY DEAR, MY ONLY SON, I'M AFRAID OF IVAN —
Maybe he did think that there was the possibility of other universes. Parallel timelines. Maybe there was a world where Ivan wasn't a cat living in a radioactive swamp. Maybe he was a human. Maybe he had seen Napoleon. To be sure, even if Ivan had thought of these things, they were merely fleeting daydreams. He had never taken them for reality, or entertained the actual possibility of it. The reason was it would shatter Ivan's little world that he had constructed through laws of logic and morality. This sort of broke him.

Ivan was silent for a long time, staring blankly at the portal device. He felt stupid for thinking so carelessly of it earlier. "That's ... that's not true." He finally muttered. The fur along his spine rose uncomfortably. The thought had never entered his head that Caustic would lie to him, but Ivan wanted to shut out his ears.

"Are you even a wolf, then?" Ivan felt himself oscillate between faith and rejection. "Doctor, are you even real?"

Without any sort of warning, Ivan suddenly put forth his paw and slammed it against the the table, crying out in pain. He glanced back at Caustic, but if he were a figment of Ivan's imagination, he didn't fizzle from existence, and still the pain throbbed terribly in his foot. How quaint would that be, if he was so utterly miserable and lonely that he had thought up the persona of an intelligent wolf that he thought could understand him?
— I'M MORE AFRAID OF IVAN THAN THE OTHER ONE.
Posted by: CAUSTIC.
« on: June 05, 2020, 03:28:48 AM »

 
DR. CAUSTIC
It's such an innocent way to say that, that Caustic merely desired to go somewhere else. He wanted to go home, to Wattson knocking on his lab door with morning coffee, the waft of chemicals and his pristine lab. He nearly salivates at the thought as he thinks of home again.

Caustic merely glances at the boy when Ivan studies the cages. He doesn’t say anything, tail drooping at the realization that maybe he shouldn’t let Ivan see. The boy was too young to understand how Caustic operated- his experiments had to continue at all cost. In the scientist’s world view, anyone who was not a friend was a future test subject to be disposed of. Science gave him purpose when no one else could.

He studies Ivan’s face when he reveals the machine, trying to figure how confused the boy must be. "Are you familiar with the Many Worlds theory, boy?” Caustic questions, tilting his head. "It’s simple- the theory of the existence of multiple dimensions. It’s true. Octavio and I are... not from here,” Why is he telling all this to a child? Is this giving him some kind of closure?

"It’s a portal device, Ivan. I’m from the year 2733."


SPEAKING

Posted by: Ivan
« on: June 01, 2020, 05:26:26 PM »

IVAN
slav. "god is gracious"
---
a son
a brother
ALYOSHA, MY DEAR, MY ONLY SON, I'M AFRAID OF IVAN —
"It's just a guess. I thought ... maybe you wanted to go somewhere else too." Ivan shrugged in response, though his eyes flashed curiously.

If not space, then where? He failed to understand why Caustic thought his secrets were foolproof. To be sure, there was much Ivan had yet to know, but the blood of this trail had already been spilled, and Ivan wasn't ready to let go of an injured prey.

Ivan stepped forward, following Caustic down the stairs. His pace is characterized by a light-footed politeness. The young feline glanced up at the wolf. "It's strange to think," He thought. "That before, I was so vexed with him and his experiments." It had been a morbid fascination that twisted his heart, his poor beaten heart that tried to hard to find reason in an unreasonable world.

Ivan took in the cages, his features naturally hardening, but there seemed to be no sign of other animals here, from what he could tell so far. The lab was something that he supposed he expected of Caustic. Unlike the main room, this area had signs of living. Caustic lived by his work perhaps. Now Ivan could understand why the wolf appeared so distraught at the explosion. This meant something much more to him than a life in Tanglewood.

Ivan, having seat himself on the stool now, was silent up to the point when Caustic revealed his opus magnum — Ivan snickered at his own thought of this piece of machinery being compared to a work of literary genius. A small huff of breath left him, but he was largely unimpressed mainly due to how broken it was. It couldn't be helped, perhaps. After all, it had exploded.

"Well," Ivan blinked, glancing at Caustic as if trying to react based on the wolf's facial cues. "I have no idea what this is, but it looks very complex to what machinery I've seen. Are you something from the future? The history books here only go up to the 60's. I've never seen anything like it. One of my brothers, you know, he was named after a futuristic dystopian novel. I'm not, I come from a large Russian novel." He frowned and furrowed his brow as if just realizing something. Why where his siblings christened after British books while he was the only Russian? Well, save Atticus. He had never thought of it before.

"I think I've gotten off track." He had been trying to show off again. "Can you tell me what this was going to be used for?"
— I'M MORE AFRAID OF IVAN THAN THE OTHER ONE.
Posted by: CAUSTIC.
« on: May 26, 2020, 09:44:14 PM »

 
CAUSTIC
The dots above Caustic's eyes furrowed together as Ivan spoke- beginning to wonder how much Ivan had been spying on him. "...Where did you get the insinuation that it was a travelling device?" he questions, pulling up one of his dots.

Caustic begins to step down the stares, and the half-cleaned lab exposes itself. It's... kind of trashed, honestly. The explosion mark is still stained on the floor. Off to the side are Caustic's empty cages, dinged from the force of the blast. They were still in a scattered mess. The floor has mostly been cleaned of the smaller nuts and bolts, but evidence of Caustic working in here with little to no break shows itself. It's how the room is arranged- Caustic's tools and parts are within easy reach of the central work table, where the true device in question laid.

"You're not being insolent," he explains, "we are indeed, unlike the others." It's the simplest way he can put it. Vaguely, he wonders what Ivan would look like as a human.

Caustic freezes for a moment, as Ivan is behind him, staring at the wall. "No," Caustic's ears flick back and his tail lowers. "Everything about this place is dull," but where else would he go?

It was underneath a white sheet, as if Caustic was covering a body. "It's this," he explains, patting the stool for Ivan to hop on it to be eye-level with the table, as Caustic stands on his hind legs, propping his front side on the table. The wolf pulls back at the sheet.

The device is ruined and unsalvageable. It's hard to tell what it even is- it's a metallic casing with wires and a broken lens, as if it was meant to project something.
Posted by: Ivan
« on: May 25, 2020, 04:32:29 PM »


pixel by tricky

He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
— Бра́тья Карама́зовы

And it was probably for the best Caustic withheld the nature of his relationship with Octane. Ivan was intelligent, but not very worldly, and there was a difference. He did not understand romance fully, primarily on account of his age. He just didn't need to. As it were, he was growing up and coming of age very soon, so he only had the faintest hints of a change in desires, but perhaps Ivan was such a rock that he might never understand.

So he left it at that. Caustic and Octane were lab partners. Lab partners worked together on experiments and ... lived in the same house ... and for some reason stuck together despite the polarity of their demeanors. So it's patience, but Ivan was impatient.

Ivan pricked his ears and rose to his feet when he noticed Caustic opening the basement door. Ivan'd never been down there, obviously. "Alright, but maybe it goes somewhere else. I hope I'm not being very insolent in saying that it seems you're something very different from the others. And I'm not talking just because you seem to be the only one who likes to experiment on others." Ivan remembered clearly how Caustic managed his rabbit experiment in the yard, holding the syringe in his paw. He also recalled Caustic's apparent insecurity about eating in front of someone, and the way he and Octane planted on their porch. It was the little things like that.

Ivan was sick of his theories never having conclusions. That was the despairing part about philosophy.

"Do you want to stay here?" This was all Ivan had ever known in physicality. His mind traversed lands and periods, but he was still stuck in the swamp. He'd like to leave, but there was no where to do. "It's a bit dull, isn't it?"
Posted by: CAUSTIC.
« on: May 23, 2020, 02:51:26 AM »

DR. CAUSTIC
[REDACTED]
TOXIC TRAPPER
MACKENZIE VALLEY WOLF
TANGLEWOOD
"Humanity. It's just a word."

These are pestering questions he doesn't want to answer and is trying to answer carefully. Ivan shouldn't know about his struggles or his past- no one needed to. Caustic a recluse by nature, Octavio didn't even know his real name

"The story of Octavio and I's relationship is left for a better time..." He muses, rolling his shoulders, "It's complicated." The short version? Octavio had an... attraction to the dangerous and macabre. Caustic is both of these things. It's the simplest way he can put it, and at the end of the day, he's not sure why he tolerates the fool either. Caustic's obsession is single-minded at times, and Octavio offered himself as the test subject of the scientist's desires. "It's patience. Just... patience," that's the other factor, really. Few were patient enough for Octane's bullshit.

He sighs, stepping to the basement door and pulling the latch down to the dark, gloomy stairs. He shouldn't tell Ivan, but there's the nagging thought- does it matter? "No, it doesn't go to space."



Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime
Posted by: Ivan
« on: May 22, 2020, 09:24:53 PM »


pixel by tricky

He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
— Бра́тья Карама́зовы

Ivan was quite observant, and that was especially true from such a young age. Growing gave him more experiences, which in turn gave rise to new ideas. Ivan had his own secrets, but he liked to think he was good at hiding them. Caustic had, unfortunately, allowed a pestering little worm to get so close to him. Not many held the special honor of being admired by Ivan. He was normally a very proud individual.

And Ivan was convinced now more than ever that he had impinged on a weak spot in Caustic's explanations. There was something more than he was letting on. "Already discarded that notion." Ivan responded, subconsciously leaning forward. "Alright, what was it? Something bigger than that? Did it have anything to do with Octane? How do you put up with him anyway — I don't really understand it. I won't tell Aurum, if you tell me. And by God, if you have something that can go to space ... " He didn't mean for it to all come out like that. Sometimes he acted more childish than other times.
Posted by: CAUSTIC.
« on: May 22, 2020, 02:35:27 AM »

DR. CAUSTIC
[REDACTED]
TOXIC TRAPPER
MACKENZIE VALLEY WOLF
TANGLEWOOD
"Humanity. It's just a word."

He sees Ivan as a pseudo-son. An apprentice, perhaps? He tips his head to the side in thought, the dots above his eyes raising in a "hm." It's an idea. He doesn't want to call Ivan a son, it's not his place. He feels he would protect Ivan like one, however.

Caustic's face resets to his hard frown, tail lowly swaying as Ivan pesters the subject. He knows his own genius, that yes, he is typically successful. If he was given the proper equipment and parts, he could have made it work.

His ears flick back as Ivan asks him about it, eyes glancing back to the basement door. He heaves a sigh, glancing the to the halls where Octavio was sleeping.
The cheetah snores down the hallway. "I wasn't suppose to explode," he expresses, tail flicking side to side. He's searching his brain, trying to conceive a lie to distract from it, "I wasn't trying to make an animal explode." Ah, shit.

Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime
Posted by: Ivan
« on: May 21, 2020, 07:18:00 PM »


pixel by tricky

He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
— Бра́тья Карама́зовы

It happens. He can tell that Caustic isn't quite familiar with his plight, but Ivan knows that he is practically destined to be a black sheep. It's nothing new. But for all Caustic's done for him, Ivan's not quite ready to see him on par as his father. He can't even really be his friend either, since the difference in age is great.

Thinking about something else would help him, but the wolf didn't give him much to work with. From the time he saw Caustic with the rabbit, Ivan liked to think that Caustic had a high rate of success with whatever he was doing. After all, he was learned. Unfortunately for Caustic, Ivan was not planning on letting this go so easily.

"I already knew that. Everyone who saw you there knows that." Ivan responded with a flick of his tail. "What? Were you trying to explode some creature? But if that were the case, I don't understand why you tried so hard to go back. So it's not that. What was it? Can I know?"
Posted by: CAUSTIC.
« on: May 18, 2020, 02:16:27 PM »

DR. CAUSTIC
[REDACTED]
TOXIC TRAPPER
MACKENZIE VALLEY WOLF
TANGLEWOOD
"Humanity. It's just a word."

Alexander Nox cannot ignore the intrinsic soft spot he has for brilliant minds. This took root in many manners of his relationships- how Luc was an engineer, his daughter equally brilliant. He considered both Alaric and Isaac as acquaintances for their own intellects. Now, Ivan had taken a liking to him in the same manner.
He's cautious- he doesn't want to overstep his boundaries with Selby but also acknowledges that Ivan is hurting and needs a friend. Caustic tilts his head to the side at the boy's remarks. "Well, if you do, I'm here," he can't relate to losing a parent like that. The Nox family did not suffer in that way.

Caustic sighs as the lab is brought up, his shoulders slumping at the thought of his basement below. "A... mistake in the experiment. It exploded," he wonders how much Ivan will pester about it.


Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime
Posted by: Ivan
« on: May 16, 2020, 02:31:28 PM »


pixel by tricky

He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
— Бра́тья Карама́зовы

Caustic's home reminds Ivan of his own space. His eyes tear up and he stubbornly blinks them away. Well, former space. He did not have a lot of possessions either. The young cat is hesitant as Caustic invites him in, and quickly steps through the doorway, calming down his ruffled hackles.

"It's fine." Responded Ivan as his ears aligned forward and raised his nose.

He realizes that Caustic does not exactly treat him as a child. Nobody should really care for the opinions of a child, they were usually fickle and unsubstantial. Ivan used to think he was above that, but now he just felt scared and alone. Or maybe the doctor just always treats everyone like this. He doesn't know. And at this point, he doesn't care.

Then the apology about his family, and Ivan fights valiantly against the rising surge of emotion welling up in his chest. Who knew grief could be so exhausting? He felt physically drained every time his mother was mentioned. It was like he wanted to cry, but just could not find the strength to do so.

"It's fine," He usually doesn't like repeating himself, but he doesn't even notice that he did. "but I ... I don't want to talk about it." He shook himself and gave him a moment to recollect. He felt a little better with Caustic. "I wanted to see how you were doing after the explosion. What ... What happened?" 'You seemed awfully distraught,' But he kept that for himself.
Posted by: CAUSTIC.
« on: May 14, 2020, 07:24:15 PM »

DR. CAUSTIC
[REDACTED]
TOXIC TRAPPER
MACKENZIE VALLEY WOLF
TANGLEWOOD
"Humanity. It's just a word."

Caustic was still clearing out the debris from the lab. It was an arduous task that Octavio had helped him with in the cheetah's time here. He was sleeping at the moment, passed out in Caustic's bed with his legs detached on the floor. Caustic had cleared out all the animal remains days ago, but the horrible smell of burned blood and fur hung in the air. What was left of the portal device laid on his workbench, under a white sheet like a corpse.
He's coming up the stairs when he hears the knocking, a bucket of parts in his jaws. It was all junk now and Caustic wasn't sure what to do with them. His green eyes glance to the sprouts on the windowsill.
He wasn't sure what to do with anything.
Caustic puts the bucket down as he hears the knocking, "Hold on," he coughes, approaching the door and pulling down the lever with a paw to open it. He pulls the door open, looking down at Selby's son.
"Ivan. What can I do for you?" He sidesteps, revealing Caustic's home. Should he let him in? He looks out, then sighs, "Come in, if you want." The scientist's home is very plain. There's no obvious sign that Caustic even lived here, minus his fur shedded everywhere and Octavio's things on the couch. He hadn't cleaned lately at all, so there was clutter and things were still knocked over from the tremors. "I apologize for the mess... It's been difficult to clean." He didn't have the energy for it. Couldn't explain why. He sighs, letting Ivan inside and shutting the door behind him.
"I... heard about your mother. I'm sorry."

Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime
'BEASTS OF BEYOND + an ability-based animal roleplay In Dire Straits: Awoo BIANDRI: fantasy canine rpg RPGfix 'SOULS-- post-apocalyptic werewolf rpg