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Following her arrival back on campus, Dyna realized that she had no idea where to go. A quick call to Beatrice resolved that problem. She had figured that she would be directed down into the deepest darkest depths of Psychodynamics, deeper even than the Vault, perhaps. However, instead of taking the elevator in the administration building down underground and into Psychodynamics, the elevator went up. The administration building had the appearance of a modern skyscraper—though stunted with only six…-
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Dyna wiped a bit of sweat from her brow as she stepped back into the small hallway. The apartment was coming along nicely. Dyna had gone out and found a cheap place to rent. It had a single bedroom, a single bathroom, and a tiny kitchen, dining room, and living room that were all basically the same room. It had come with a fridge and stove, but no other furniture. Just a bunch of empty faux-hardwood floor. That suited Dyna just fine. She didn’t intend to live here. Maybe she could get a cheap couch…
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“So,” Dyna said, motioning with a hand. “Welcome to Psychodynamics.” Mel managed to take her eyes off the steel insulated cases that held both the actual physical coffee mug that hadn’t existed a few hours ago and the fog machine that Dyna was hoping to see returned to her at some point. It was really only the second time she had looked away from it. The first having been when the black vans showed up with the containment team. Psychodynamics’ main lobby was as grandiose as ever. Brightly…
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Shopping with Mel was something that Dyna wouldn’t soon forget. Dyna didn’t do shopping in person all that often. When she went to a store, it was usually to pick up something specific that she really couldn’t wait on delivery for. Everything else, she ordered online. Clothes, snacks, supplies, toiletries, and everything else she needed got loaded up on a truck and shipped out to the Carroll Institute. Prior to her enrollment at the institute, the only places she really went shopping were…
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November sat on Dyna’s bed, hands planted on the faded floral pattern of the covers as she looked around through the thin cosplay glasses. She kept giggling. Little titters of laughter that really only served to annoy Dyna. It was like she was seeing something through the glasses that she found amusing despite Dyna not being able to see anything at all through them. “You did good work here.” Dyna crossed her arms. November’s words didn’t carry the inflections of sarcasm, but it was hard to…
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Dyna sat in her dormitory room. It felt like months since she had been able to just sit around and relax. In reality, it had only been about one month. A month filled with debriefings over every aspect of what had happened in Wyoming, testing to ensure that there were no lingering effects from being in close contact with entities, regular training sessions, and more besides. Every day was long, hectic, and exhausting. Even if those days consisted of sitting around in a meeting room listening to other…
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You felt it. The resealing of the one they called the entity. You remembered feeling normal once again. While that thing had been out and free, you took a peek into its mind. It wasn’t a conscious decision on your part. Simply a facet of your ability. Uncontrollable. You can fight it off, but that takes effort. Too much effort. In a constant barrage of endless minds pushing into your own, they will eventually start to slip through. It was simply inevitable. Why bother fighting in the first place. You…
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Dyna didn’t actually need the guards to strip in order to get their protective gear. She should have expected it, but they brought spares. Although they were a common sight around the Carroll Institute—especially down in Psychodynamics—Dyna had never worn the insulating equipment before. It wasn’t just like pulling on a pair of pants and throwing on a shirt. The silvery fabric didn’t bend easily. Not because of whatever it was made from, but because of how thick the material was. It felt like…
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Dyna didn’t hesitate to leap into motion. She also didn’t hesitate to leap into the truck. Given that the Hatman seemed dangerous only in close range, it might have seemed like a foolish decision, but there was something inside she needed. She rushed past the disruptors mounted on the wall. It was tempting to grab one and swing it around, but the disruptor wouldn’t do her any good if she stood around staring at empty space, wondering why she had grabbed it in the first place. That was a sure way…
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Dyna stared at the… she honestly wasn’t sure what to call it. It looked like a person. It had all the person-y things. Hair, hands, a face. The face especially. At this point in time, Dyna had only one other example of an entity. That of the Hatman. While his facial features—or lack thereof—could be the result of a psychic power, it didn’t feel that way at all. The rest of his mannerisms were distinctly inhuman. And he couldn’t speak. “Don’t touch me,” the entity said, swatting away…
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