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B.I.G Base Revealed

B.I.G Base Revealed

 

Hello future scientists of the Brazen Inquiry Guild! Us here at B.I.G are coming out in the open once more!

 

We're simply thrilled to be sending out a mass wave of letters once again, and also are receiving applicants ONCE MORE! We're so excited to be back and greet you with happiness.

 

A few things I would like to tell our young scientists are listed below, in strict, no-nonsense format.

1. We are not siding with Catastrophe. Yes, B.I.G was originally created as his government. But we rose above him and are under a new era of peace and understanding underneath our dear Proffessor Hornshaw!

2. We are opening new research on the Powers, it's true.

3. We would like to do away with the silly rumor that we turn humans into mutants. Humans are the ultimate species, and we would never harm one of the most intelligent species on earth. However, if this human was already a mutant before we saw him/her, we would test on it. He/she would no longer be a human, and be more of an IT, a primitive life form no longer counting as a sentient being.

4. We are opening a new line of study, and this brings me to my next point...

 

Well, future scientists, we've finally did it. We used the blood of a wolf-girl (and as said before, IT did not count as sentient, IT was a born wolf shifter. We don't harm humans.) and a few ingredients having to do with the fabled Powers, and inserted this into our newest device!

 

We have created what we have affectionately named the DSARIFV, or Dominium super arcam inferiores formas vitae. After all, all of our work is done ut deinceps humanum genus! Id Latini finem.

 

We have perfected the DSARIFV's genetic scanner over years of work and are proud to present to the human community--a way of tracking the Mythics, what we have nicknamed the creatures and instruments that locals to lower class villages call 'Powers'.

 

The DSARIFV has been tested on a few Artic Fox subjects, and it could track traces of them and them themselves perfectly. We are currently using it to track what is known as the 'Canine Mythic', our name for what you might have known to be 'The Power of Fang's instrument. We have succesfully located it at a depth in the ocean and are beginning our dive for it (using the most superior of equipment, I might add!)

 

We have finished construction on another wing, and are moving all teaching to that wing. We sincerely hope that the interns will enjoy some of the fifty classes we follow, and maybe even a few of our ten enrichment classes.

 

For Science! 

submitted by Anonymous, age Classified, Unknown
(December 31, 2016 - 4:15 pm)

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submitted by someone, age secret, not telling
(January 1, 2017 - 8:26 pm)

~Nysta

"Subject 203 hasn't shown visible signs of consciousness since we found it." I open my mouth to say something but instead I let out a soft moan. "Never mind. It is on the verge of waking. The first waking in a different inviorment can be a bit violent at times. We should go." Footsteps quickly echo on a metal floor. A sigh comes from somewhere near me. 

"I know it make a good paying job." says a male voice, seemingly talking to himself. "But..." he trails off. I know he's glancing over at me. He sighs again. "I should go before Uncle comes back." Once again the are footsteps, but somehow less cold and less dignified. I find the courage to open my eyes. White room. Silver tubes. Hard, plastic bed. I claw at the restraints strapping me to the bed. A sharp pain slices through my head. I let out a howl. 

She could not remember how long it had been. They had been playing dunk or dare, it was their favorite game. Accept the challenge or dunk in the water. It was her turn. "Hmm..." her friend Cassandra mused. "Hmm... how about- go past the edge of the forest! Bring back something human to prove it!" Nysta had hesitated. She wasn't sure if she even dared. Yes, taking the dunk was easier, but something in her wanted to impress reckless Cassandra. "What, are you a fearful Water Sprite?" Cassandra taunted, eyes full of mischief. And that had decided it. She would take dare.

submitted by UNSUSPCTINGSTRYTLLR
(January 1, 2017 - 9:19 pm)

I wake to feel Jane kicking the bed again. So far, her feet have been the only thing to wake me up all year. We at the school in BIG have to wake up at the crack of dawn every day if we want breakfast, and before that if we want cinnamon buns. I love cinnamon buns. I slip out of the bed, and slink across the room I share with three others to the closet. Opening the door, I stare at my few clothes. Before I was given the scholorship to BIG's school, I was dirt poor and never had recieved an education besides my mother's daily cooking and sewing lessons. BIG was my savior. I quickly select a simple purple blouse and black jeans that one of my rommates, Claire, gave me. Before leaving the room, I grab my bag and check my schedule. Then I head for breakfast.

submitted by Miya, age 11, BIG dorms
(January 2, 2017 - 6:20 pm)

~Eli (said Ellie) 

I hear the sound of claws on steel again, but this time it isn't the awful sound of claws on a wire cage. This time it's me trying to clench the smooth bottom of a iron vent and failing. Why isn't there any grips?!

My heart longs for a rough surface to claw at--a cracked rock with many sharp edges, slightly covered in moist, wet moss that has such a lovely, spongy feeling. But my claws would dig straight into the many jagged cracks, slightly pulling out jagged pieces as I claw at it. Or maybe the rough but patterned tree bark in the forests--

Calm down! I tell myself not to go crazy. At least the air in the vent is fresh, if it is a little cold. But my fur takes care of that.

A stream of fresh air from outside blasts through my fur and fondles it gently, then continues into this vent--

My nose twitches. Smoked pig meat--I think they call it bacon--dripping with grease. Eggs--fresh, I think humans call these scrambled--cooked in a pan, mixed with sausage. I sniff again. It's for sure a cafeteria in this direction...

I reach a branch in the small box-shaped steel tunnels and round to the left branch. I smell an animal in here....

Poor thing. An imprisoned animal. It's not an artic fox like me, but I hope it can see my face through the vent. I press my paws to the vent and it looks at me. I hope I give it hope. I growl as softly as I dare. "I hope I can help you. If so, help is coming soon. Hang in there. Spread hope throughout the animals held captive in this awful place." I growl as softly as I dare. Foxes are silent. I am silent.

As I walk back through the vent, I realise I'm being watched.

There are cameras on the wall of the vent. They know.

They know we used this last time. They know I was here.

I take off at a run through the vent, using all four of my legs to the best of my ability. 

submitted by Eliyana Fur Pawprint, age 105, Unknown
(January 2, 2017 - 9:30 pm)
I pass another cubicle and peer in at our advertisement and recruitment team's work so far.
An Asian man sits in a spinning office chair in front of a screen, lost to the world. He just observed the screen.
I smoothly reached over to his black office chair and spun it away from the screen. His once blurry, completely focused on the computer eyes become sharp again.
But he doesn't yell at me, or demand his computer back. He doesn't say a single word to me that challenges my authority. Nobody does.
Instead, he sits there in silence, his silky black hair not giving his face a single shadow, his face expressionless.
I survey the bright screen and nod at a colorful but orderly chart on it, showing the amount of interns, interest, how this affects our budget, and more interesting tidbits. I give the man a curt nod and move into the next cubicle's tan walls.
The man here scoots away from the screen as soon as I clear my throat. I glance at his income chart--how much money we make, how much money we sell, how this is affected by different aspects of our business--and give him a nod and a bit of praise. "Yes, that's well." I say. 
I move down the line of cubicles. It reminds me of a bee hive, with all the different honeycombs laid out. Misty loved honey--
I crush the thought of Misty from my mind. In just a day, our loved ones can be taken from us. We laughed. She said she was going to love both of them.
But she was too weak after she had had both of them--
I stop myself from breaking down as I maneuver through the cubicles. I am anonymous. I am sir; I remain anonymous.
Suddenly a light finger taps on my shoulder. The nail at the end of the finger pricks through my lab coat slightly, and I wince. Only one person has nails like that--
I turn on my heel slowly. 
Debra, Miss Hornshaw's personal secretary, stands in front of me. She wears a tight and bright pink dress, high black heels, a messy black haired silky bun, a look like she had her hit-it-hard morning coffee, a pen and clipboard in one hand, and a white ceramic coffee cup in the other.
She gives me that determined, lips pursed smile, and the young woman before me speaks. "Tia and Lee need you in the security--well, or control--room." She says confidently.
I sigh. "Can it wait? I'm doing the rounds and checking on the cubicles." I say in an exasperated tone.
She doesn't wobble on her heels before me. She stands straight. "Sir, you're not required to do that. Your only job is to make executive decisions when Cornelia decides she doesn't feel like it, and your other job is to really do anything, from experimenting to checking on these guys, but that job isn't forced on you--" She starts to say brightly.
I sigh. "Debra, please make sure that the workers here know that the angel of death hasn't passed them over yet, so they better get to work real fast, because I take working to pass you over, not lamb's blood." I say darkly, and make a mental note to study the differences between Lambs and Sheep and see if the differential properties might have any use for separating two different mixtures in the future.
"Can't, sir, I have errands to run!~" She chirps, and then sets off at a brisk pace down the isle.
I sigh yet again. Some morons at the security booth are going to be REALLY sorry if they brought me from my rounds for nothing.
* * *
"Sir! We're so glad--" Tia (a pale woman with a tangle of dirty blonde hair and starry purple eyes) says to me, in her black officer next to her ferrety partner, Lee, also seated in a black office chair.
"Cut to the chase." I bark, staring at the wall of monitors on the wall in front of me. So many scenes from every corridor and room of B.I.G. Details and live footage from every angle and area in B.I.G--but I won't let it distract me.
"Right. Lee?" Tia asks brightly. Lee blinks his beady little eyes and screws around on a gray computer.
Every screen but one off-center, in the middle of the wall of monitors and to the right, goes black.
I catch my breath. It's a camera pointed towards a vent. And through the vent--there it is. I see a furry white head, like a cat but with a longer snout.
I see delicate jaws open and close from my limited vision through the vent cap. Delicate, pearly white teeth bare--is it growling?
"That's when it leaves after seeing this!" Tia announces dramatically.
I hear loud keyboard typing coming from Lee's direction, and a monitor at the very top left corner flickers on. I tilt my head up to see it...
In-vent footage. Something furry and white, with four legs and four paws with massive, sharp claws, is in the inside of the vent. I see the face closer now--it's almost foxlike, but with carefully taken care of white fur, and intelligent, round eyes that shine a fierce, bright yellow, surrounded by a darker gold circle that has almost amber touches to it.
It stares at the camera, panic in it's eyes, and then with a flick of it's tail, it's off into the vents.
Several more of the monitors flicker on. That white furry thing has been in multiple vents. I smile triumphantly. Think you can get in through the vents? We have cameras now. I'll place a watch on rooms with vents large enough for the creature to get through. It won't discover any B.I.G secrets--  
Not that animals are sentient or anything. I should know better than that. It was just a primitive gathering, cypher and humans that brought those animals into our new tunnels. Right? Right. And the animal wouldn't be invading the vents, it would just have got in through a freak accident. Right? Right. At least that's what I'll tell everyone else.
submitted by Anonymous, age Classified, Unknown
(January 3, 2017 - 11:07 am)

~Nysta

"It will be waking soon. Don't worry son, if it tries to harm us, we have tranquilizers." What? My eyes fly open. People, humans, in white coats stand before me. Their eyes are all full of the same determination,  wanting information. Except one. A young man, his eyes are glued to the hard floor. One near him gives him a small nudge. He looks up. His eyes are not the same. They are hesitant, unsure, and remorseful. I sit up. The humans huridly scribble on their pads. Slowly, the young man does the same. I feel pain eminating form his core, the seed of emotion. Slowly, he meets my gaze. I reach out to him. He draws back. The scientists look at him for a moment, and then hurridly scribble more. They don't notice as he edges torward the back door. But I do. I let out a small whimper. He turns away, not wanting to look again. Then he exits. I wail. More scribbling, he doesn't return. I lay down on the hard bed. He doesn't understand. No one does. A wave of exaustion washes over me.

She could remember the time when Elder Sojia taught her about humans and thier pain. A young man was in sorroww, and the sorrowful tend to rest beneath trees. She whispered intructions to her as she slowly placed a calm blanket over him. Then she allowed him to think about his sorrow, crafting his thoughts about it into a thread. The thread was wound into a ball, beautifully colored and heavy in my hand. Finally, the man's sorrow was gone, he sighed in relief. When he was gone, she wrapped the cord aroung the base of the tree, giving it comfort and strength. She turned to the young tree nymph. "Humans have a saying, we have never fuly understood it. This is what it says: 'Hug a tree.' We presume this means that the are in friendship with the trees. Since they have this unusual friendship, we take away their sorrow. We give them joy instead. The thread keeps the tree strong. We do a favor for them, they do a favor for us."

submitted by UNSUSPCTINGSTRYTLLR
(January 3, 2017 - 2:03 pm)

I walk swiftly to breakfast, and see that, yet again, I am the first awake. I run to the place where they keep the lunch trays, and grab a large breakfast. An apple, a banana, cereal (two types), a brownie, and, my favorite, cinnamon buns. I grab five of those, some to eat now and some later. I nab a seat near a window to the courtyard, and start to chow down, shoving the extra cinnamon buns in a compartment in my bag. I designed it just for them. Our first class at the beginning of the year was engineering, and the teacher had said,

"We are going to make your school bags for the year."

She had given us more materials than were on the periodic table, and enough tools to fill ten dump trucks. Then, she'd said,

"Go on. Make them."  

That was lesson one.

Many kids had busied themselves with making the bags in their favorite colors, or adding their names in glitter or lace. I made sure mine was practical and comfortable, long-lasting, one that wouldn't get dirty or stained easily, one that was water-proofed. It was only after I'd made the most durable bag in the class that I started adding extras, and even then I kept it simple. Then, just two days after the class, all of the other kids were complaining about their bags. They wouldn't fit the needed books and gadgets, the sparkles fell of, they got muddy and torn. My bag stayed exactly he same, except that I used some of my savings to buy clothe and add modifications. Extra pickets here and there, a laptop compartment, a water-bottle holder. A special insulated pocket for cinnamon buns. I kept modifying my bag, using trial and error to make it the best it could be. Where kids had laughed at me for my bland bag, they now envied me. 

I passed lesson one.  

submitted by Miya, age 11, BIG school
(January 3, 2017 - 4:26 pm)

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submitted by Miya
(January 5, 2017 - 6:23 am)

~Nysta

I wake up again, the room is empty. Again, I claw at my restraints.  I vaugly remember someone... someone's whisper. A strange whisper, almost a growl. Then claws on mental. I couldn't make out the words, my head spun too much. Only: ...help...there...hope to other...captive... What could it mean? Well, I knew one thing, the scientists had decided that I couldn't talk. They signed to me and tried to communicate in a way that  was vagley familier. Only... not familiar at all. I can talk, I just... don't much. Even with other tree nymphs. The door creaks open, I sit up. The young man is here again. He looks nervous, and a bit guilty. I sit up. Like last time, I reach a hand torward him. He flinches. "I'm not the head scientist," He says, for a reason I can't fathom. What's a head scientist? "So I can't mess with the medical stuff. They said I had to come here becuase they wanted to see how you react." He glances around the room and reluctantly sits down in a chair. Questions whirr in my mind. They want to see how I react? But no one else is in here? How could they watch us? The restraints prevent me from reaching further. A small whimper escapes me. He sighs. "This is awkwad. I guess they want me to talk to you, see if you remember anything." Remember anything? Of course I remember stuff! I know all of the information the roots gather... or, I used to... When I was still with my tree. The man continues. "I'm Sam. The place you are in is the base of the B.I.G. That stands for Brazen Inquiry Guild. They-We, I mean- study animals-" He see's the look on my face. "N-not that you are an animal." He continues, but most of what he says I can't understand. 

"Tree." The word escapes my mouth as he is relating how they found me. He stops mid sentance.

"You can talk..."

"I talk. I am... tired. Sleeping." I curl up again and rest my head on the hard bed. Sam stands there for a moment, shakes his head, and exits.

 

Anyone can be Sam! 

submitted by Nysta, age sapling, captured
(January 5, 2017 - 12:40 pm)

I shovel down breakfast quickly, knowing that soon I'll have to get to my classes. I'm still the only one in the cafeteria, but I make it my job to get to every class before anyone else. I even make it there before the teachers sometimes. 

I slip the strap of my bag over my shoulder, and walk to the class. I find the door locked. Odd, I think. The teachers almost always have their doors unlocked, except for Wednesdays when they have meetings. But it's Friday.

A girl walks past, and when she sees me trying to jimmy open the door she stops.

"There aren't any classes today."

"What? It's a Friday! We always have class on Friday-"

"Not when Hornshaw's just discovered the next Power."  

submitted by Miya, age 11
(January 6, 2017 - 4:12 pm)

The girl, Amiya I believe, looks at me shocked. 

"Power..? Like, power, power?" she asks.

I nod. "Power of Hoof is what they're calling it." 

submitted by Charlotte
(January 6, 2017 - 7:20 pm)

Oops, my name is Lilac. 

submitted by *Lilac
(January 6, 2017 - 8:00 pm)