Sure many have tried to find “peaceful” alternatives to war, but there were fights to be won, freedoms to be given, and many to volunteer to help the cause. Unfortunately, not many saw eye to eye on the policies or motivations of why the organization decided to go to war. Many decided it wasn’t their place, their fight at all, so you had to lean towards more....persuasive ways of making the public agree.
Of course, those in the know didn’t approve of the way the public was unknowingly manipulated, and one very open activist was that of Dr. Angela Ziegler. Known to those around the world as “Mercy” due to her medical skill and kind personality, she was very against the fact that hypnosis was being used on the public, like they were seen as nothing more than cattle and test subjects for whatever plot served the organization next. She frequently butted heads and debated with various heads of military departments over the applications of it to the point where it got irritating. What could a doctor know of war? Especially one such as this?
You knew that Mercy could throw a wrench in your plans as she was massively loved by the public, could easily sway opinion if she exposed the dark secrets of the organization massively....but with a little persuading and nudging about, you could gain a new ally on your side, help her see a new perspective, and perhaps a bit more. Time for this doctor to check into an appointment of her own, because after all, good soldiers follow orders.
(I'm a bit rusty with RPing, but that Mercy cosplay makes it all worth! Also, before we go on do you do R18?)
For as long as there have been humans, there has been war. And for as long as there has been war, there have been weapons. From sticks and stones to the atom bomb, more than enough great men had made their mark on history with such weapons of mass destruction.
But I had a solution, an end to all conflict.
Humanity needed someone to be a ruler, that man behind it all; and that was the goal that me and a few like-minded individuals came together to become.
But alas, we couldn't seem to do it right. Subliminal audio, electric impulses, pheromones and even pendulums; nothing seemed to work. Even worse, some other "scientists" dared to resist the great change we were bringing - namely the biomedical prodigy in Dr Angela Ziegler. One by one, motivated by her words of "right" and "ethics", my fellow men began to abandon me one by one. My organization was shut down, and my funding cut. Until only I was left, my finest and last creation laying sadly on the table.
A microchip, meant for the CPUs of computers, modified and tinkered so that it would seek out and find a suitable host to control. And I knew just the person to test it on.
My last invention hid within my pocket, quietly buzzing and humming. I took the time to glance at all the accolades on the pure white walls- how vain of her. The great "Mercy" had really down well for herself, especially after becoming the equivalent of the "perfect" scientist in the public eye.
Stifling my disdain, I shifted slightly in my seat. I had told the receptionist that I'd come in here due to a non-existent "chronic unknown disease"- one that I knew that Dr Ziegler would not shy away from treating.
She should be coming any time now..
(Honestly I relate lol and yeah of course!) To say that Mercy was against the current and frankly barbaric ways of recruitment were that of an understatement. For years she had championed that all humans were their own person, not machine men with machine minds who were willing and openly suggested to die for an unworthy cause. Currently she was on her way to a meeting, dressed in a nice and business casual grey turtleneck sweater with black pants, grey calf socks, and ankle boots to match with it. She had stepped through the door and looked at you, noting your urgency. “I’ve come as soon as I could.” She said firmly and closed the door. “What is it that you’ve brought to my attention?”
Although I resented her for what she had done ro his reputation and my prospects as a scientist: I had to admit that she was hot as hell.
That tight turtleneck and pants accentuated her curved figure, and not typically what a doctor would wear to see a patient. I trird my best to not stare at her chest or the smooth doll-like face, lest she kick me out for being a creep. In my defence, Dr Ziegler had a body worthy of becoming a supermodel; nay maybe even an angel. And that slightly accented voice was just music to my ears, at least when it wasnt decrying my work for its "unethical implications".
But while I remembered her, Dr Ziegler's professional tone led me to believe that she did not in fact recognize a scientist whose career she had bascially decimated, which only made me more excited for my revenge.
"Thank you for your time Doctor, it is such an honor to be treated by you-"
"I've come here to ask about a pain I'm feeling in my left foot; the other doctor's I've seen don't know what to make of it and I have no one else to turn to-"
I winced in mock anguish, clutching at it as if a knife were wedged into it.
"Please Dr, can you take a look at it?"
Mercy had placed her items on her desk carefully, giving quite an odd look as she then stood back up and crossed her arms across her turtleneck clad chest with a raised eyebrow. Her rival, the very same one who championed for pure slavery and unethical practices.....was complaining to her about a pain in his foot? “You came all this way, made sure to make an appointment with me....for a foot pain?” She asked bewildered, shaking her head as she knew that due to her Doctor’s oath, she couldn’t exactly turn away what counted technically a patient. “Fine.” She sighed, looking at your pain filled face with a skeptical mind. “I suppose in my duty as a doctor, I can see what I can do about it.”
The idea of Dr Ziegler bending down at my feet was already starting tempt me, but I decided to show a little bit of restraint.
Reaching into my pocket, I readied the device. I knew for a fact that as soon as she bent down, I would be able to easily slap the chip right onto the top of her forehead just below her hair- the place where the wires could easily connect directly to her brain. The chip needed contact with bare skin to work, so with her choice of outfit I had to take what I could get.
As soon as the doctor kneeled down, I feigned curiosity- bending downwards as well- holding my chip in one hand.
Mercy went over with a bit of a strange look on her face, kneeling down before your feet as she looked at you confused. She knew this was a bit unorthodox but still decided to play along to try and pry some information out of you for it...”So, which foot is it?” She asked curiously, looking up at you with purses lips and a raised eyebrow to match, not knowing of your more sinister intentions...
Oh wow, talk about lucky timing haha! XD I was looking for some interesting roleplays. Before I type up a starter, is there anything I need to be aware of? Any kinds of rules or such? Just to make sure I'm not crossing any boundaries or anything.
(Yeah haha! Just get a bit carried away XD)
War has and always has been a common issue among those who walked the Earth. Hardships and problems were constant, but wars were much larger scaled issues. However, where most saw needless violence, speaker Joel Graham was one who saw war as a neccessity to push through hard times.
When the public didn't seem thrilled of his support and constant speeches of standing up and fighting, Joel found an alternative and more persuasive way to bring folks into the conflicts. Hypnosis. But obviously, not all approved, such as Dr. Angela. Had people approved, Joel wouldn't be stuck wasting his time right now.
To reach a "mutual" agreement on the circumstances of their cruel world, Joel invited Dr. Angela to a remote part of an already remote city, likely vacant due to the constant fighting of different supporters. He sat at a simple gray table which had a chair at each end. One which he sat in, and one for the Dr. It was a small room, but it would suffice for a simple meeting between to opposing sides. Joel simply awaited the arrival of Angela.
(Hope this is decent!! Sorry if I take a bit to reply, still a bit busy with work.)
As war had ravaged the world and soon to be universe at large, finding willing and loyal soldiers had been quite the issue. Angela abhorred the idea of using humans as cannon fodder, cattle to be used as nothing more than expendable for the highest authority. Angela made her way through the almost abandoned city, seeing the ruins as she drove and looked on in curiosity, with a pang of sadness as she saw the destruction and terror war left behind. She got to the meeting place as she stepped out of the car, dressed in a tight Grey turtleneck with a white lab coat, a nice black skirt and tights with heels to match. She made her way inside, until she knocked into the door of the meeting room. She had to admit, she was unsure if this would work...but if it was to save the free will of many, it would be worth it.