The Foundation (SCP-based RP)

[XIII]

(Em... If you don't interested in RP as a security team, just tell that)

[Rayleonarde]

((Oh! Is Victor talking to Ronnie? I’m sorry! I didn’t realize. Reading Comprehension failed me.))

[XIII]

(No, he is talking to Red  )

[SadDubwool]

"I know that long time ago Site 19 has survived a nuclear explosion. So... do the grounds around the Site are still radioactive? Also, I'd like to know if there any SCP of Thaumiel class". Still looked seriously Victor asked. He never has seen any of them, just knows about such objects. But in case there was any of them - he wanted to know.

((Ah shit I forgot to reply to this part))

"Not to my knowledge. Although I wouldn't be surprised if there was more than a little background radiation. With the Thaumiel situation... Well... To be absolutely frank with you i really don't know...Considering the level of secrecy the higher-ups have when it comes to 'em." He leaned over a desk and placed his head on his arms "From the knowledge that I have we just need to focus on keeping the Keters contained right now."

Zarkevich watched as he gnawed on his pen before slightly jumping as Ronnie and Ray entered so nonchalantly. He looked at them and panned over their appearances before looking down at his pad and paper and looking at his writings of which almost all of it was scrambled and scratchy. He very quietly wrote down the new color before quickly sketching a small headshot of Eleva and connecting the two images with a line and violently jotting down question marks

[Mikala]

Eleva stared at the disk for a long moment, and then set it back down, watching it lose its glow and then roll to the mirror of its own accord. She nonchalantly rolls back out. “Well well well, if the foundation isn’t going to have to deploy me again after all.” She means back in her chair and looks at the gathered group. “I know you guys have some sort of paratech somewhere that will let me walk again. No matter what you’ve told me.” She finally smiles. “We’re going on an expedition, right?!” She looks at Zarkevich. “Terrific. We’ve not had any new research on this thing in ages! Not since... well, that was a long time ago, right?”

[SadDubwool]

Zarkevich taps his pen against the paper and writes down more words "I'm not sure what you're talking about but I don't know whether or not you might be able to survive this ordeal. You definitely won't be able to reliably escape any creatures when your confined to that wheelchair..." He taps the pen against his forehead before sighing "But... It's a new color and it's against protocol to deny you outright "

[Mikala]

Eleva lets out a whoop and raises her fist in the air excitedly. “Someone contact the higher ups!”

[SadDubwool]

He exhales through the pen and starts to wring his hands again, He silently grabbed his radio and seemed to have started a conversation with the site director. After some articulation and a touch of bribing Zarkevich holstered his radio and looked at Eleva

[Mikala]

“Well?” She asks, a touch of anxiety entering her tone.

[SadDubwool]

"She said "Your funeral"... Nothing about getting you to walk again but if you still want to do this we'll have you hooked up to a cable to make sure you aren't lost." He said as he adjusted his glasses and looked back through the window to see if the stone had made contact with the mirror yet

[XIII]

(Can I RP w/ someone of you at 9 PM by GMT +2? I can't RP at the moment)

"Good. Is there something I need to know as well?" Simply asked Nemiroff being relaxed that there is no any Thaumiel SCP's. Keters wasn't better at all, but at least this Site won't disappear with its personal one day.

[SadDubwool]

"Well, Considering I have the night shift I'll just hand off the command to you for the day." He said as he walked towards the water cooler "Pay attention you your surroundings and nothing'll happen... probably."

[SadDubwool]

Zarkevich silently leaned over a monitor and rubbed his brow

[Rayleonarde]

Jayce sighed and took a seat in the staff room, shedding the heavy armor and harness carrying his tools. He propped his boots up on the coffee table, reading news from his phone.


Valentine sat at one of the tables, a simple ready-meal in her paws. She ate methodically, barely registering the already nearly tasteless food.


Ray cleared his throat and leaned close to Ronnie again. “Y’ever talk to oh-four-nine?”
Ronnie nodded. “Neat guy. I got to put those French lessons to use.”
“You know French?”
Ronnie chuckled. “Yeah. Got pulled to help at Site Aleph for a month.”
“Huh,” Ray returned to attention, checking his weapon again.

[XIII]

(Unfortunately, I have to leave your RP because I can't keep posting. Thanks for company)