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You turn the camcorder around so that the Manager can see it for himself. You lean back in your chair while you wait to see how he reacts.
Another meaty tendril from the piles of meat all around the office moves over to pick it up. The mass of flesh stares at the footage being recorded by MEMORIES OF A FORGOTTEN ERA, trying his best to process what's going on. No one else in the room really wants to interrupt him as he watches the old memories being broadcasted.
"CATHY. ANGELICA. 2198. IT'S. IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I THOUGHT OF THEM." The mass of flesh undulates and squirms for a moment before dropping the camera back into your hand. The flesh lining the walls and ceiling is slowly retreating back to the main body that's sitting across from you. "It's been so long since I remembered their names. IT'S SO EASIER TO USE LETTERS, NUMBERS, YOU KNOW."
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] You're not an expert on how humans that have transformed into anomalies work but it seems that their physical form is reliant on their own state of mind.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] This conversation. That memory. <span class="mu-b">It appears that this PARADIGM you have is tailor made to reverse these specific kinds of anomalies.</span>
[ANOMALOUS ABILITIES] The man you obtained this PARADIGM from turned into an anomaly after he reached his lowest point. Perhaps he doesn't wish for others to share his fate.
"Oh! It is an efficient mean of categorizing employees, sir! See, 19344 was the number assigned to me!" Casey's smile wavers for a moment. "It's good you remember their names still."
"NICK." Quentin groans out for a moment before realizing that he just used a nickname for you. He makes an awkward noise in the back of his throat before he speaks up again. "UH. NICOLE. YOU HAVE one of those SIPHON thiNGs, right?" Ah! You snap your fingers before nodding approvingly at Quentin.
You pull the A-ENERGY SIPHON out of your pocket and slam it right down onto the desk. It's a small cylinder-shaped device made out of a simple red and black plastic. It has a small nozzle poking out the top of it that seems to be made to suck in air whenever it's on. You press the button on the top of it to see what happens.
The first thing you notice is how you feel an intense, almost painful tingling throughout your whole body as the device activates. Especially in your antlers, those things are starting to BURN now. You collapse in the back of your chair but you keep your eyes focused on the Manager.
Your allies promptly get out of their chairs, worried about your condition, but your attention isn't focused on them right now. The Manager is having a far worse reaction to it than you are. His whole body has gone limp and it almost immediately smashes into the table. Your allies back away as far from him as they can while still being close enough to keep an eye on you.
Flesh and bone shifts across his pallid form. The meat all over the office is violently slurped back up into his body with a disgusting, wet SLORP.