Trisees and Shakespeare in: The Dual Posting of S Mayer

OOC - I just realised that I have to main characters for the moment.
So from now on, every one of my posts will be split in half. Trisees
on Top, Shakespeare below. so if anyone is takign more interest in
either one of the charcters, you can choose which half to read. :)
Rpg:
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Who: Trisees, Keto, Coffey, Shakespeare.
When: After Separation.
Where: Supply Field B.
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Trisees sat at the table regarding his physical thief through
thinned eyes. It had been half an hour since he'd performed the
operation to separate himself into two, and aside from a slight
feeling of head pain, he felt quite pleased that it had been a
success.
However, he had suffered massive cuts all over his body, whereas
Shakespeare had sufferred severe burns, during the process. Why this
was, he was unsure. What he was sure of, was that his counterpart
was one of the most irritating and hideous creatures that he had ever
had the misfotune to run into.
Shakespeare was looking right at him and smiling happily. It was
sickening. Trisees wanted to punch him in the face just to wipe the
stupid grin from it.
"I am'st in thou gratitudeth for thy eternal life'st, Lawrence,"
Shakespeare said, offering out the hand of friendship.
Trisees looked down at Shakespeare's hand, then back up at
Shakespeare's face.
"Look, William, lets get one thing striaght. I don't like you.
You stole 12 years of my life. If I had my way, you'd not even be
here. The only reason I recreated you, was to get this crew off my
back."
Shakespeare withdrew his hand timidly as Trisees leant back in his
chair and placed his hands behind his head.
Trisees still felt that strange pain, but pushed the feeling to oen
side.
"Frist things first, Trisees," asked Keto. "How did you do it?"
Trisees yawned. He was getting bored, but Keto was probably the
only good person on the ship.
"Simple, Charles. I split all my cells and DNA into two to create
in essence, an identical clone," he explained.
"But how did you get Shakespeare's personality back into the
clone?" asked Coffey.
Trisees rolled his eyes, and held back the instinct to kill
something.
"Simple again. I stole his personality disk from the personality
archives. You're required to make backup's EVERY month. so I just
took his most recnt backup, which was taken four days before the
revrtion. I installed a device into his pod which would transfer the
personality into the body during the replication sequence, and there
you have it; Instant Bard."
Coffey and Keto were silent.
Trisees stood up and walked over to the door. He pulled the handle
and opened it, pointing to the X-press lift beyond the door.
"Now, if none of you mind. I'd like to be alone. The ship has
it's surgeon, maybe I can get some peace down here."
He was itching inside, he had these odd emotions battering down his
mental defences. He just wanted to go bezerk and destroy something,
but he didn't want any of the other to see him.
"Buteth Lawrence," began Shakespeare.
"Now, William," demanded Trisees, struggling to control his
expression.
Solemnly, with confused looks on their faces, the three rose and
made towards the X-press lift.
Coffey passed Trisees, ackonwledging her esteemed thanks, whilst
looking lovingly at Shakespeare, who had stumbled past him without
saying a word.
They entered the X-press lift and sat at the chairs.
Keto waited and stood next to Trisees.
"What will you do now?" he asked.
"Charles, I'm staying down here. This is my home now. I can
invent as much as I want and live in isolation for the moment. I'm
not really needed up there, but if I am, I can be contacted."
Keto nodded.
"Do try and make appearances. I'll go mad up there without someone
to join me in the insulting."
Keto forced a smile, as did Trisees.
"Who knows," he replied.
Keto sighed and walkedinto the X-press elevator. Trisees nodded
one last time as the doors closed.
There was a whoosh noise as the lift rose. Trisees walked over to
the control panel and tapped in a lock code, and selaed of all access
to Supply Field B.
A few seconds later he was at the bottom of the gangway and looking
at his division machine, holding a metal crowbar.
Without any wanring, he screamed violently at the ceiling and ran
at the machine, Crowbar thrashing around wildly.
As his crowbar smashed into his groundbreaking masterpiece, parts
flew, circuits fried, glasss shattered, and tears rolled down Trisees
cheeks.
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Who: Shakespeare, Coffey, Keto, Trisees.
When: After Seperation.
Where: Supply Field B.
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Shakespeare felt strangely calm and was smiling. Aside from the
ever so slight anxiety he was feeling about Trisees protracted
looking straight at him, he knew that there was something to
celebrate. Shakespeare couldn't work out why Trisees was staring at
him. Was it to do with his appearance? The fact that he was living
and breathing? Did he dislike him? That must be it from the way
he's been staring.
Shakespeare was becoming unnerved by Trisees behaviour and decided
that he would try and make friends with his creator. He did feel a
weird pang of pain through his abdomen every few minutes, but
Shakespeare assumed it was due to the separation.
"I am'st in thou gratitudeth for thy eternal life'st, Lawrence,"
he said, extending out his hand to the glum looking scientist.
Shakespeare felt very disconcerted when Trisees refused to shake, and
he drew back his hand rather swiftly.
"Look, William, lets get one thing striaght. I don't like you.
You stole 12 years of my life. If I had my way, you'd not even be
here. The only reason I recreated you, was to get this crew off my
back," said Trisees to him rather forcefully. Shakespeare felt a
little crestfallen by this news.
"Frist things first, Trisees," began Keto. "How did you do it?"
Shakespeare looked at Trisees intently. He was very interested to
hear how he'd been 'made.'
"Simple, Charles. I split all my cells and DNA into two to create
in essence, an identical clone," Trisees explained.
"But how did you get Shakespeare's personality back into the
clone?" asked Coffey.
Shakespeare sighed, he was feeling slightly weird. The abdomen
pain had increased gently. He tried to look at Trisees whilst the
scientist explained what had happened.
"Simple again. I stole his personality disk from the personality
archives. You're required to make backup's EVERY month. so I just
took his most recnt backup, which was taken four days before the
revrtion. I installed a device into his pod which would transfer the
personality into the body during the replication sequence, and there
you have it; Instant Bard."
Shakespeare felt very groggy now. It was as if he were missing his
pain control centres.
He tried to listen to what was being said but could not make out
much sense. Then, as if part of some dream where he was controlled
by another being, shakespeare got to his feet and found himself
walking to the lift where he entered and sat down roughly on one of
the chiars.
Shakespeare looked at the ceiling and shook his head.
"I feel'st bad," he tried to say, and blacked out.
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