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{{sequel|link=yes}} | <!--Stood by weld in defending Doctor Mother though she admitted that her subconcious would attack the mistress of cauldron due to he past misdeeds<ref name="28.x">[[Cockroaches 28.x (Interlude)|Interlude 28]]</ref> | ||
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The amount of safe-guards needed to approach her safely | |||
Interlude 18 said: | |||
“Sveta.” | |||
“Garotte. I know you’ve heard the instructions about the protective safeguards a thousand times-” | |||
Jessica sighed. | |||
“-But I have to go over them anyways. There are regulations, Jessica, as you well know. You’ll be wearing a type-C reinforced protective suit. The suits include both an inner and outer layer, the inner layer-” | |||
“Has a button in the palm. I can withdraw my fingers from the outer glove and press the button. At random intervals, you’ll buzz me surreptitiously…” | |||
“And we expect you to press the button to verify that you’re okay. You can press it twice in the event of an emergency.” | |||
“The damn thing has malfunctioned and interrupted three of my last seven sessions with her.” | |||
“It’s what we have for the time being. If you don’t verify your own safety or if you signal an emergency, we’ll employ containment foam through the sprinkler system.” | |||
“And I’ll be stuck here for another hour, with another four pages of paperwork after the fact.” | |||
Interlude 18 said: | |||
They’d reached the changing room, and Jessica pulled on the protective inner-suit. The suit fit close to her body, smelled faintly of someone else’s sweat, and consisted of a stretching mesh covered in fine chain link. The entire thing was reinforced by a grid of metal bars, complete with oiled hinges at each joint, so she had a near-full range of motion. Zipping it up, it went straight up her neck, the bars running vertically down her throat. She couldn’t look down without getting jabbed in the soft flesh beneath her jaw. | |||
It made it harder to get the outer suit on. The entire thing was one piece, like footie-pyjamas, and the fabric was heavy, with alternating layers of insulated fabric and more chain mesh. | |||
She liked to go into situations armed with knowledge. When she’d been new to the job, fearing her first week of work at the asylum, she’d researched all of the protective measures, even running down the patents that were public access to see what they entailed. | |||
Odd as it might have sounded, she’d stopped doing that as of late. It wasn’t due to a growing confidence. Just the opposite. Now that she had a better grasp of what her patients were capable of, it was easier to hope the people designing the safeguards were doing everything they needed to. It was better than researching it and knowing they weren’t. | |||
The heavy fabric exterior suit fit her like hazardous materials gear, bulky, broad, leaving a great deal of empty space between her body and the fabric. Protective airbags of more reinforced cloth inflated to fill that space. | |||
She stepped into the dock, and the door behind her shut. The next door opened. | |||
Has a sense for art and can recall her past slightly despite the memory wipe | |||
Interlude 18 said: | |||
The room was empty. The wall had a mural painted on it, ocean waves and beautiful architecture that Jessica couldn’t place as belonging to any particular era or culture. There was a short, translucent table littered with painting and drawing supplies | |||
Venom 29.7 said: | |||
“I remember, you know,” Sveta said. “I dream of home. I was a fisherman’s daughter. There were these beautiful little huts with flat roofs, orange clay brick against gray mountains, with green-blue grass and ocean. It was cramped, and I had to share space with my family, my siblings… but I was okay with it. There weren’t any boys my age to marry, and I didn’t want to move to another town to look for a husband, so I just stayed by myself. I’d draw, and there was a peace in it. I still like to draw, I find it helps me relax… but it’s hard because my tendrils break the brushes and pencils. And then I don’t feel relaxed anymore.” | |||
Venom 29.7 said: | |||
“I can’t remember my mother tongue, Doctor. I can’t remember my daddy’s face, or my mommy, or either of my brothers. I’ve just got the faces I see in dreams. Every morning I was in the asylum, I would wake up and I scramble to draw something, to put words in a diary, and I’m so excited and panicked and desperate I’d break things.” | |||
The Doctor wasn’t reacting. | |||
“I know I used to draw, but I can’t find the style I used to draw in. I dream about the night you took me, you know.” | |||
“Not me, surely. I sent others.” | |||
“You sent people like me to take me. Case fifty-threes. Branded. Abominations. Demons. There’s names for us all over the world. It was storming, I was delirious, and they came, they grabbed me, and I all I could think was that the old stories were true, and I said something I can’t remember. You took me to a lab and you unraveled me with that drug of yours, and then you dropped me in the middle of nowhere, with just enough memories to know that I should be human.” | |||
Ambushing Yamada and how deadly her tendrils are | |||
Interlude 18 said: | |||
There was a short, translucent table littered with painting and drawing supplies, and what looked like a cat’s tiered scratching post, extending floor to ceiling, securely bolted to both. Mirrors were fixed to the wall, to show that the room’s resident wasn’t hiding behind it. | |||
“Come on out, Sveta,” she said. She clenched her teeth and braced herself for the ambush. | |||
Sveta had been waiting above the door. Tendrils snaked around the neck of the protective suit, and cinched tight in a moment. | |||
Even with her full knowledge of the suit’s protective qualities, Jessica felt her heartbeat quicken. | |||
Deep breath. | |||
Her breath caught in her chest as she heard the faintest, almost inaudible sound of metal creaking. | |||
More tendrils had caught her legs and arms, and even lashed across the room to catch the only points available to hold, the two-inch diameter bolts that held the scratching post ‘bed’ to the ground. | |||
“So sorry,” Sveta whispered. “Sorry.” | |||
Jessica felt her arm jolt as one set of tendrils lashed up the length of her right arm to catch her gloved fingers. Each finger was pulled in a different direction, but the metal reinforcement in the outer glove held, and her hand wasn’t crumpled like tissue paper. | |||
“Relaxation exercises, Sveta. Don’t try to fight the instincts all at once, don’t worry about me…” | |||
Sveta convulsed, contorted, and every part of her drew tighter. Jessica heard something metal give way, felt a small component tap her shoulder, bouncing around the interior of the outer suit before settling in her boot. | |||
Calm. Sound calm. “…Just focus on your extremities. Flex them, release them, repeat.” | |||
Another contortion. Jessica forced herself to take a deep breath, simultaneously cursing whoever had let this defective equipment go back in the changing room. | |||
“I’m so sorry,” Sveta said. “I’m trying, but it’s making it worse.” | |||
“Take your time,” she replied, defying every instinct that was telling her to get out of this dangerous situation: to press the button, fight or panic. Like Sveta’s, her instincts weren’t serving her best interests here. Unlike Sveta, she could fight them. | |||
Sveta contorted, and an airbag gave way in the suit’s midsection. | |||
“Oh!” Sveta said. She’d noticed, and the realization coincided with further constriction. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs. Yamada! No, no!” | |||
“It’s fine,” Jessica lied. Too many things were going wrong with the suit, all at once. Why? There had to have been an altercation between another staff member and a violent patient. The only reason this many safeguards would be giving way would be if the suit had sustained recent damage. | |||
Except it had gone unreported, and the suit had gone back on the shelf. | |||
“Should have- we should have done this through the glass,” Sveta moaned. “I’m sorry. I like you. I don’t want you to die.” | |||
“We’re striving to socialize you, right? That’s our goal? We can’t do that without regular human contact.” | |||
“I’m going to kill you. I don’t want to but I’m going to. I’ll-” | |||
“Hush,” Jessica said, sounding far, far calmer than she felt. “Take-” | |||
She nearly said take a deep breath. She corrected herself. “-a few seconds and keep doing your relaxation exercises. Flex your extremities, relax them. Flex, relax, steadily work your way up, inch by inch. Look at me. I’m not worried. I’m in this suit. I feel safe. Okay?” | |||
“O-okay.” | |||
“I want you to think of all the progress we’ve made since the start of the year.” | |||
“But something popped in the suit just now.” | |||
“We wear the same suits for multiple patients. That was a safeguard to protect any patients that might collide with us. It’s not meant for you. Don’t worry.” | |||
Jessica hated lying to her patients. | |||
More on the speed and power of her tendrils | |||
Interlude 18 said: | |||
“I’m sorry,” Sveta said, eyes downcast. | |||
“I’m fine. I understand,” Jessica soothed. She shifted position, and one tendril snapped out to catch her leg, gripping her around the knee, squeezing and twisting with a strength that could have torn every ligament in her knee and wrenched Jessica’s calf from her upper leg. Sveta flinched, closed her eyes for a second, and the tendril moved back to the post. The suit had held. No damage done. | |||
Power killed people without her permission | |||
Interlude 18 said: | |||
Sveta clutched the pole harder. “I understand. Was she… was she a bad guy? Like me?” | |||
“Do you think you were a ‘bad guy’?” | |||
“I killed people. Yes.” | |||
“It wasn’t you. It was your power.” | |||
“I still killed people.” | |||
More references to her speed and force | |||
Interlude 18 said: | |||
“Now, have you been keeping that journal?” | |||
Sveta snatched a notebook off of the small table with the art supplies, reaching out and bringing it to her faster than the eye could follow. She passed it to Jessica with just as much speed and force. Even with the air bags filling the void in the protective suit and offering a cushioning effect, Jessica had to take a step back to catch her balance. | |||
“May I?” | |||
Sveta nodded, bobbing the mask with the mass of tendrils behind it. | |||
The bed-post contorted into an ‘s’ shape as the girl twined around it. It indicated some kind of negative emotion. | |||
Overhauled flight or fight system | |||
Interlude 19y said: | |||
That’s something else I want to ask about. Do her tentacles have a mind of their own, like with Echinda and No’, or do they run off of some kind of primal thing that was forced on her, like with Bitch? | |||
Wildbow said: | |||
The latter. It’s like her entire fight or flight system was overhauled so the response to any stressor is ‘strangle it’. | |||
Melding with Weld | |||
Exctinction 27.2 said: | |||
Weld’s Irregulars. Weld had altered his look, a little more edgy, a little less human. Segments of his metallic flesh stood out like horns or scales, and the veins and crevices were deeper. | |||
Strangest of all was that he was wearing another of the case fifty-threes, in addition to his thick canvas pants. Tendrils encircled his arms and legs, wound around his fingers. Loops of metal, in turn, bound the tendrils, locking them into place, or helped direct them into and through his limbs. All of the tendrils led to the same point, to a pale girl’s face, with Cauldron’s mark on her cheekbone. She had no body I could make out, no hair, only the tendrils. | |||
How intricate the meld between Weld and Sveta is | |||
Extinction 27.5 said: | |||
I watched as she closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath, and then exhaled. | |||
Weld released her organs, hidden in a space in his broad back, and she was free of him. She collected herself around the railing, her eyes closed, drawing in deep breaths and then exhaling slowly. Slowly, the tendrils released, and she stretched out to her full length. | |||
She looked like a fish underwater, a lionfish or jellyfish with dramatic, crazy fins or fronds. Where they weren’t bound to her surroundings, the fronds fell in line with one another, moved with their own rhythm, a mind of their own, that searched the surroundings. | |||
“Tight, Garotte,” Weld said, an order. His eyes weren’t on her, but on Scion and Glaistig Uaine. | |||
Garotte wound herself around the railing, weaving her tendrils into gaps of the platform itself, to seize infrastructure. It was beautiful in a very different way, sinuous like a snake was, a face with everything condensed behind it, a mobile, flexible body. | |||
*** | |||
Weld patiently helped Sveta bind herself to a single pole inside a half-sphere the size of a beachball. When she was inside, he attached another half to the sphere and began screwing it shut. | |||
Here and there, the smallest tendrils found their way out of airholes. They gripped his hand. | |||
“Be brave, Sveta,” Weld murmured. | |||
“I just tell myself I need to act like you,” Sveta’s voice came from within the sphere. | |||
More on her inability to control herself | |||
Interlude 28 said: | |||
“Does everyone disagree with me?” he asked. “You’ve all been plotting this… mutiny?” | |||
“No,” the girl with the tendrils said. “But I won’t be any help to you. If you let me go, I’m pretty sure I’ll strangle her. I’m sorry, Weld.” | |||
“It’s okay, Sveta.” | |||
Venom 29.4 said: | |||
Weld, mangled to the point that he looked more like scrap metal than a person, was heaved forward, thrown to the ground. | |||
A sphere rolled forward. Something coiled within, behind the colored transparent pane. Someone in the crowd grabbed it, then made their hands glow. Fire? Heating the material? I couldn’t tell from this distance, but I could see the movement within accelerate in fits and starts. | |||
Difficult to kill and an impressive body count | |||
Venom 29.6 said: | |||
“Finally. Fresh air,” the girl inside said. She had a quiet voice. More the type of voice I’d connect to a shy librarian at a party or a sheltered preacher’s daughter in the company of boys. | |||
“Sveta?” I asked. “We met on the oil rig.” | |||
“She also goes by Garotte,” Satyr said. “The only reason the PRT didn’t put her down was because she’s rather hard to kill. She has quite the impressive body count.” | |||
“Don’t say that.” | |||
“She was part of the original invading party,” Satyr went on, ignoring her. “They attacked the Doctor, setting this whole mess in motion.” | |||
Unable to sleep and more uncontrollable powers | |||
Venom 29.7 said: | |||
“I’m not playing,” Sveta said, and the anger was gone, just as fast as it had appeared. “I’m- I’m telling you that if you’d asked, at any point along the way, I’d probably have told you I’d rather be dead. I’d rather be dead than live this new life you gave me, where I spent years killing people by accident, unable to sleep, killing stray animals for food because my body decides when I eat, not my mind…” | |||
Venom 29.7 said: | |||
“You wipe our memories when you send us down to the third floor, Shamrock told us, so I just had a number for a while. Tell me you remember my number, even. Tell me that what you did to me had some merit, that you did all this for some purpose, and turning me into a killer with a triple-digit body count mattered enough for you to remember!” | |||
The Doctor huffed out the words, panting as she ran, “You can’t have any successes without failures. There was nothing of use in your case, nothing memorable but your durability, but it was one formula we could rule out.” | |||
Killing Dr. Mother | |||
Venom 29.7 said: | |||
Sveta hit the ground, and then unfurled. Tendrils extended up the stairs, encircling Scion. | |||
“Focus on him,” she said. “Oh god. Focus on him. It’s him and me, we’re the only people here.” | |||
The others were disappearing into the tunnel. Rachel, Imp, Canary, the Doctor’s group… | |||
“Can’t…” Sveta said. | |||
The Doctor headed into the tunnel. | |||
A tendril encircled one of the Doctor’s ruined hands. | |||
The Doctor screamed. I could hear bone breaking, see blood welling around the thin tendril of living razor wire. | |||
Sveta’s tendrils continued to extend, stretching out. | |||
Each one chose the Doctor as the mark. | |||
“Had to pick someone,” Sveta whispered. “Couldn’t focus on him alone. I’m sorry, but you’re the best choice.” | |||
The tendrlis found points closer to the Doctor’s midsection, crushing. | |||
The Doctor’s screams became strangled. | |||
Sveta coiled around the Doctor, burying the woman beneath overlapping tendrils, until there was a cocoon and a girl’s face, curled up on the stairs. Blood pooled beneath them. | |||
Destroying Skitter's arm and reacting to the collapse | |||
Venom 29.7 said: | |||
I reached out and grabbed Sveta’s face, the point from which all the tendrils extended. An action carried out in panic. I felt a tendril or two wrap around my forearm. Hand and arm obliterated. | |||
I just got a new one, I thought, almost dazed. | |||
Scion pushed his way past the door. The door that was bearing the load of the ceiling above us. | |||
Sveta dropped the doctor, and I felt the tendrils brush past me, ensnaring bugs. Then they snapped out, grabbing the door at the top of the staircase. | |||
In the next instant, we were pulled to the door, virtually thrown. I used my flight pack to try and break the fall, to stop from being turned into a smear, but Sveta caught the brunt of the impact, webbing out to ensnare our surroundings. | |||
The ceiling came down. A whole section of the substructure, apparently damaged, cracked by the fall or by some native impurity. | |||
More tendril reactions | |||
Venom 29.8 said: | |||
Sveta released of my forearm, and the resulting pain hauled me out of an awestruck daze. | |||
Her tendrils found targets with a speed my eyes couldn’t follow, and she wrapped herself around the table that had held the vials. | |||
It took a moment before every tendril was set in place. When she was done, she let her head sink down until her face was pressed against the tabletop, her eyes shut. | |||
Blood ran down my mangled arm, soaking into the fabric of my costume and then oozing out slowly at points where the skin was tightest against the surface. Normally, it might have been my knuckles, my forearm. Here, it was the parts that hadn’t been wrapped by the tendril, bulging out. | |||
At the very least, the armor on my costume and the nature of the fabric had kept the tendrils from simply slicing through the flesh like razor wire. The armor was mangled, but it had saved me a severed artery. | |||
I felt the limb throb, as if it were responding to the fact that I was paying attention to it. It made for an eerie sensation, where the dull sensation felt so out of tune with the degree of injury, yet so great, compared to the little that remained of the limb. | |||
Venom 29.8 said: | |||
“Don’t move, don’t talk. You’re not there,” she murmured, barely audible. | |||
My eyes moved to the stairwell and the scene below. My teammates were there. Lung and Canary were as well. | |||
“The only ones here are me and my thoughts,” Sveta said. Her eyes were shut. “I am in control of my mind and my feelings, and I am focused. I am confident, and I am building towards a better future for myself. Every success is a component in building that up, a brick on a building in construction, but my mistakes do not tear it down.” | |||
The stand she was wrapped around creaked. | |||
“My mistakes do not tear it down. They are a part of me, but they are not the most important part of me.” | |||
Hurry, I thought. | |||
Uncharitable, maybe, but I couldn’t afford to sit back and bleed to death while she worked through this. I understood that she had her problems, that control was hard to come by. | |||
I got that, but my friends could die down there, if the collapse hadn’t killed them already. | |||
Sveta let go of the table. Her tendrils extended into the air around her, like a sea anemone’s fronds. Here and there, they touched things and snapped into place with a destructive power: the refrigerator that had held the Balance sample, a shelving unit, a countertop with drawers in front.. | |||
They caught on the bugs in the area, and they extinguished my swarm with an almost ruthless efficiency. Too many tendrils for my bugs to navigate between them, the movements too unpredictable as they drifted in the air, responding to air currents. The tendrils were severing steel handles on the drawers, a bug’s flesh was nothing. | |||
My flesh was nothing. The longest of them came dangerously close to making contact with me. | |||
“I’m going to leave,” she said. From the tone and the volume, she was talking to herself, trying to convince herself to move. | |||
To be a bystander in your own body, I thought. | |||
I felt a more serious pain building in my arm. Something more representative of the damage that had been done to it. | |||
“I’m going where there aren’t any people,” Sveta said, again. | |||
Go, I thought. | |||
Tendrils found the ragged edges where the ceiling above the stairwell had cracked. Sveta launched herself into the stairwell as though she were a living slingshot. Tendrils splayed out in every direction to stop her forward momentum, arresting her nearly as fast as she’d moved. Then she reached out again, and was gone into the morass of body parts below, with its dim red lighting. | |||
She was gone. | |||
Destroying bugs | |||
Venom 29.8 said: | |||
My bugs reached Sveta. She was pulling herself free of rubble. | |||
“Sveta.” | |||
She looked around, confused. | |||
“The bugs.” | |||
Her tendrils killed maybe sixty bugs as she focused her attention on them. | |||
“It’s Taylor. Skitter, or Weaver. Whatever you know me as.” | |||
She killed more before she got herself firmly secured to a large piece of concrete. | |||
Tearing apart Eden's unfinished Avatar | |||
Venom 29.8 said: | |||
“Sveta,” I said. “Now.” | |||
She anchored herself on three different areas. Then she grabbed the burning corpse. | |||
She flung it at Scion. | |||
Can’t hurt him physically. | |||
Maybe emotionally. | |||
He reeled, perhaps a little stunned. | |||
She hit him with more. One after the other. | |||
His hands glowed. | |||
“Run,” I said, with my swarm, in the same moment I said, “Now.” | |||
Sveta bolted. Scion attacked, a wide-area effect that scoured the room’s interior. | |||
How reactive her body of tendrils is, preventing suicide | |||
Wildbow said: | |||
She can’t kill herself, or she would have, it’s obvious enough. Her body would react and destroy external threats, even ones she’s trying to leverage against herself. | |||
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{{Infobox character | {{Infobox character | ||
| Image = Sveta.jpg | | Image = Sveta.jpg | ||
| imagecaption = ''<center>Image by [http://pabelandnine.tumblr.com Pabel and Nine].</center>'' | | imagecaption = ''<center>Image by [http://pabelandnine.tumblr.com Pabel and Nine].</center>'' | ||
| name = Sveta | | name = Sveta | ||
| alias = Garotte<ref name="29.6"/> <br> GstringGirl<ref name="I19c2"/> ([[Parahumans Online|PHO]]),<ref name="I19c2"/> <br> Space_Squid ([[Parahumans Online|PHO]]), <br> Kraken_in_a_Jar<ref name="GW8"/> ([[Parahumans Online|PHO]]) | | alias = Garotte<ref name="29.6"/><ref name="Cast1"/> <br> GstringGirl<ref name="I19c2"/> ([[Parahumans Online|PHO]]),<ref name="I19c2"/> <br> Space_Squid ([[Parahumans Online|PHO]]), <br> Kraken_in_a_Jar<ref name="GW8"/> ([[Parahumans Online|PHO]]) | ||
| gender = Female | | gender = Female | ||
| alignment= [[Hero]] | | alignment= [[Hero]] | ||
| team = [[Chatroom group]] | | team = [[Chatroom group]] | ||
| previous team = [[The Irregulars]] | | previous team = [[The Irregulars]] | ||
| base of operations = | | base of operations = [[The City]] | ||
| classification = [[Brute]] (speculative) | | classification = [[Brute]] (speculative) | ||
| web serial = [[Worm]], [[Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus 3)]]<br>[[Glow-worm]], [[Glow-worm P.8|Part 8]]<br>[[Ward]], [[Flare 2.5]] | | web serial = [[Worm]], [[Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus 3)]]<br>[[Glow-worm]], [[Glow-worm P.8|Part 8]]<br>[[Ward]], [[Flare 2.5]] | ||
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=== [[Victoria]] === | === [[Victoria]] === | ||
Her first 'real' friend that she was able to talk to and interact with. The girl's forcefield was resistant to Sveta's tentacles. | Her first 'real' friend that she was able to talk to and interact with. The girl's forcefield was resistant to Sveta's tentacles. Sveta felt vary guilty about leaving Her behind when she went to the Irregulars. | ||
=== [[Weld]] === | === [[Weld]] === | ||
Weld was Sveta's idol and role model. Eventually they met at the advice of [[Jessica Yamada]]; they got along well and agreed on many matters together.<ref name="27. | Weld was Sveta's idol and role model. Eventually they met at the advice of [[Jessica Yamada]]; they got along well and agreed on many matters together.<ref name="27.5e3"/<ref name="23.4 e1"/>> They became partners, with Weld carrying Sveta around. | ||
They eventually started a relationship together. | They eventually started a relationship together. | ||
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==Appearance== | ==Appearance== | ||
<tabber>Deviant Form= | <tabber>Deviant Form= | ||
Sveta is little more than a very pale face with long, thin, coiling tendrils streaming around it like hair.<ref name="18.z e1">Like a dozen frog’s tongues, tendrils snapped across the length of the room to the ‘bed’, encircling it. In another second, as though each tendril were elastic bands stretched to their limits, Sveta had shifted there, her tendrils gripping the post as she hung from it. Jessica was free.<br><br>Sveta was little more than a very pale face with thin tendrils streaming around it like hair. Small organs dangled from the largest of the tendrils that extended from the back of her face. A small symbol marked the girl’s cheekbone: a stylized ‘c’, in black.<br><br>It took Sveta a second before she relaxed enough to let the tendrils uncoil from the post. The tendrils settled in the air, in a rough facsimile of where a person’s limbs might be. She’d positioned herself so that the organs could rest on the ‘shelves’ on the post.<br><br>“I’m sorry,” Sveta said, eyes downcast.<br><br>“I’m fine. I understand,” Jessica soothed. She shifted position, and one tendril snapped out to catch her leg, gripping her around the knee, squeezing and twisting with a strength that could have torn every ligament in her knee and wrenched Jessica’s calf from her upper leg. Sveta flinched, closed her eyes for a second, and the tendril moved back to the post. The suit had held. No damage done. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/02/07/interlude-18-donation-bonus-3/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus 3)]]</ref> Small organs dangle from the largest of the tendrils that extends from the back of her face while a small "C" is tattooed on her cheekbone.<ref name="18.z" /><ref name="27. | Sveta is little more than a very pale face with long, thin, coiling tendrils streaming around it like hair.<ref name="18.z e1">Like a dozen frog’s tongues, tendrils snapped across the length of the room to the ‘bed’, encircling it. In another second, as though each tendril were elastic bands stretched to their limits, Sveta had shifted there, her tendrils gripping the post as she hung from it. Jessica was free.<br><br>Sveta was little more than a very pale face with thin tendrils streaming around it like hair. Small organs dangled from the largest of the tendrils that extended from the back of her face. A small symbol marked the girl’s cheekbone: a stylized ‘c’, in black.<br><br>It took Sveta a second before she relaxed enough to let the tendrils uncoil from the post. The tendrils settled in the air, in a rough facsimile of where a person’s limbs might be. She’d positioned herself so that the organs could rest on the ‘shelves’ on the post.<br><br>“I’m sorry,” Sveta said, eyes downcast.<br><br>“I’m fine. I understand,” Jessica soothed. She shifted position, and one tendril snapped out to catch her leg, gripping her around the knee, squeezing and twisting with a strength that could have torn every ligament in her knee and wrenched Jessica’s calf from her upper leg. Sveta flinched, closed her eyes for a second, and the tendril moved back to the post. The suit had held. No damage done. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/02/07/interlude-18-donation-bonus-3/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus 3)]]</ref> Small organs dangle from the largest of the tendrils that extends from the back of her face while a small "C" is tattooed on her cheekbone.<ref name="18.z" /><ref name="27.5e2">He began undoing the little clasps of metal that bound Garotte against his body. She unfurled, reached out to railings, to edges of metal.<br><br>Where the tendrils surrounded the railing, a barrier that might have stopped a speeding car, the metal bent, crushed tight.<br><br>The tendrils continued to find their way to things to grip. There were more of them than I’d thought.<br><br>One tendril seized my claw, faster than I could react. Just as fast, it pulled back, found something else to hold.<br><br>She and Weld both stopped.<br><br>I watched as she closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath, and then exhaled.<br><br>Weld released her organs, hidden in a space in his broad back, and she was free of him. She collected herself around the railing, her eyes closed, drawing in deep breaths and then exhaling slowly. Slowly, the tendrils released, and she stretched out to her full length.<br><br>She looked like a fish underwater, a lionfish or jellyfish with dramatic, crazy fins or fronds. Where they weren’t bound to her surroundings, the fronds fell in line with one another, moved with their own rhythm, a mind of their own, that searched the surroundings. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/24/extinction-27-5/ Excerpt] from [[Extinction 27.5]]</ref> She speaks with a soft Russian accent.<ref>The tendril-girl spoke, her voice harboring a soft Russian accent. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/24/extinction-27-5/ Excerpt] from [[Extinction 27.5]]</ref> The rest are large | ||
|-|Prosthetic= | |-|Prosthetic= | ||
Used an advanced full body prostetic that she manipulated with her tentacles. She's used her artistic skill to paint it and add her flair to it. Further she has started wearing a black wig.<ref name="II2.5 e3"> - [https://www.parahumans.net/2017/12/23/flare-2-5/ Excerpt] from [[Flare 2.5]]</ref> | Used an advanced full body prostetic that she manipulated with her tentacles. She's used her artistic skill to paint it and add her flair to it. Further she has started wearing a black wig.<ref name="II2.5 e3"> - [https://www.parahumans.net/2017/12/23/flare-2-5/ Excerpt] from [[Flare 2.5]]</ref> | ||
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===Post-[[Slaughterhouse Nine]]=== | ===Post-[[Slaughterhouse Nine]]=== | ||
Dr. Yamada visited her on the | Dr. Yamada visited Sveta in june 16th as part of her regular rounds. The Case 53 girl was waiting above the doorway to her special containment room when [[Jessica Yamada|Dr. Yamada]] arrived for their session. Her tendrils wrapped around Dr. Yamada's suit and then constricted before Sveta apologized. Dr. Yamada told her to focus on her relaxation exercises, but Sveta said that it was just making it worse. An airbag gave way and Sveta apologized again before saying that they should've talked through the mirrors and that she didn't want Dr. Yamada to die. Dr. Yamada told her that the point of the sessions was to socialize her before hushing her and telling her to focus on her relaxation exercises.<ref name="18.z e1"> | ||
'''Thursday, June 16th, 2011, 22:11'''<br>[...] - | |||
[https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/02/07/interlude-18-donation-bonus-3/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus 3)]]</ref> | |||
Sveta was | Eventually, Sveta was able to uncoil from Dr. Yamada's suit and move herself over to her 'bed' while settling her organs on a shelf on the post. She apologized again, but Dr. Yamada said she understood. Sveta asked about the patient that Dr. Yamada had seen, only for Dr. Yamada to remind her that she couldn't talk to others about her patients. Sveta said she understood before asking if the patient was a bad guy like she had been - saying that she had killed people before. Dr. Yamada told her that it was her power that had killed them and that they would talk about it in their session before telling her that a doctor might be able to tell her about the new patient through the intercom. | ||
Dr. Yamada asked if she had been keeping her journal and Sveta grabbed it. The doctor asked if she could look at it and Sveta allowed her to. Dr. Yamada then asked her what had her so agitated before Sveta asked her why she wasn't scared of her. Dr. Yamada told her that she had no reason to be.<ref name="18.z">[[Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus 3)]]</ref><!--divide this up a bit--> | |||
Yamade informed Sveta of the larger plan behind her treatment. And told her that there was a [[Glory Girl|new patient]] at the asylum. They were eventually introduced and became fast friends. | |||
===Post-[[Battle against Echidna|Echidna]]=== | ===Post-[[Battle against Echidna|Echidna]]=== | ||
Distraught over her [[Weld|idol]] leaving the Protectorate, Sveta rapidly lost progress in her treatment.<ref name="23.4 e1">“It’s a matter of professional courtesy,” she said, more like she was talking to herself than to me. She was still getting herself sorted out, her raincoat hung up, rain boots replaced with slippers she’d been holding beneath the coat. “Being prompt, it indicates that I respect and value your time. You can’t confide in me if I don’t respect you.”<br><br>''Respect me?''<br><br>I looked down at the floor for a moment. She was looking at me when I raised my eyes to her. “With all sincerity, it was due to forces entirely out of my control, with complications at every turn.”<br><br>“Bureaucracy,” I said.<br><br>“You’re not wrong,” she said, “But it was something else. A patient of mine, institutionalized, she’s reacted badly to certain events in the last month. Someone she idolized left the Wards, and-”<br><br>I could see her stop, composing herself, the stress and preoccupied attitude melting away.<br><br>“-And this isn’t about that. This session is about you.”- [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/06/01/drone-23-4/ Excerpt] from [[Drone 23.4]]</ref> She was paid a visit and accepted an invitation to the Irregulars.<ref name="27. | Distraught over her [[Weld|idol]] leaving the Protectorate, Sveta rapidly lost progress in her treatment.<ref name="23.4 e1">“It’s a matter of professional courtesy,” she said, more like she was talking to herself than to me. She was still getting herself sorted out, her raincoat hung up, rain boots replaced with slippers she’d been holding beneath the coat. “Being prompt, it indicates that I respect and value your time. You can’t confide in me if I don’t respect you.”<br><br>''Respect me?''<br><br>I looked down at the floor for a moment. She was looking at me when I raised my eyes to her. “With all sincerity, it was due to forces entirely out of my control, with complications at every turn.”<br><br>“Bureaucracy,” I said.<br><br>“You’re not wrong,” she said, “But it was something else. A patient of mine, institutionalized, she’s reacted badly to certain events in the last month. Someone she idolized left the Wards, and-”<br><br>I could see her stop, composing herself, the stress and preoccupied attitude melting away.<br><br>“-And this isn’t about that. This session is about you.”- [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/06/01/drone-23-4/ Excerpt] from [[Drone 23.4]]</ref> She was paid a visit and accepted an invitation to the Irregulars.<ref name="27.5e3">“Sveta idolizes me. She sees me as a hero, a spokesperson for our kind. Her therapist asked me to come visit, because she heard about what happened in the [[Echidna]] attack, what Cauldron was doing. All of her progress, gone. So her therapist wanted her hero to show up. Give her guidance, support. It worked.”<br><br>“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” [[Taylor|I asked.]] I saw Eidolon open fire, not a dramatic attack, but a subtle one, a series of darts that left dark streaks in the air. My entire body tensed, as if I could jump into the fight. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/24/extinction-27-5/ Excerpt] from [[Extinction 27.5]]</ref> | ||
===[[Gold Morning]]=== | ===[[Gold Morning]]=== | ||
Sveta was with the [[Irregulars]] when they were deployed to [[Oil-rig battle|the oil rig]]. | Sveta was with the [[Irregulars]] when they were deployed to [[Oil-rig battle|the oil rig]]. Was heavily damaged by Scion while shielding her team. Was still intact afterward but still injured.<ref name="27.5e1">Scion erupted with golden light. It wasn’t the sort of attack one dodged. Instantaneous, hitting everything in every direction.<br><br>My skin began to blister, the golden light searing through it, appearing in the ridges between spots where flesh was simply being eaten away.<br><br>I scrambled for cover<br>[...]<br>The light faded. I checked, then climbed back over the edge.<br><br>Weld and his people had taken cover. Sanguine was covering injuries with scabs, but the damage was bad. The tendril girl’s tentacles were worn so thin they were barely there. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/24/extinction-27-5/ Excerpt] from [[Extinction 27.5]]</ref> | ||
She later took part in the mission to [[Cauldron's headquarters]]. During the mission, the container the Irregulars stored her in cracked, forcing Sveta to choose a target to attack. Sveta attempted to focus her tentacles on Scion, but was unable to maintain focus solely on him and inadvertently killed [[Doctor Mother]].<ref name="29.7 e9">Sveta's tendrils continued to extend, stretching out.<br><br>Each one chose the Doctor as the mark.<br><br>"Had to pick someone," Sveta whispered. "Couldn't focus on him alone. I'm sorry, but you're the best choice."<br><br>The tendrlis found points closer to the Doctor's midsection, crushing.<br><br>The Doctor's screams became strangled.<br><br>Sveta coiled around the Doctor, burying the woman beneath overlapping tendrils, until there was a cocoon and a girl's face, curled up on the stairs. Blood pooled beneath them. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/03/venom-29-7/ Excerpt] from [[Venom 29.7]]</ref> | She later took part in the mission to [[Cauldron's headquarters]]. During the mission, the container the Irregulars stored her in cracked, forcing Sveta to choose a target to attack. Sveta attempted to focus her tentacles on Scion, but was unable to maintain focus solely on him and inadvertently killed [[Doctor Mother]].<ref name="29.7 e9">Sveta's tendrils continued to extend, stretching out.<br><br>Each one chose the Doctor as the mark.<br><br>"Had to pick someone," Sveta whispered. "Couldn't focus on him alone. I'm sorry, but you're the best choice."<br><br>The tendrlis found points closer to the Doctor's midsection, crushing.<br><br>The Doctor's screams became strangled.<br><br>Sveta coiled around the Doctor, burying the woman beneath overlapping tendrils, until there was a cocoon and a girl's face, curled up on the stairs. Blood pooled beneath them. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/03/venom-29-7/ Excerpt] from [[Venom 29.7]]</ref> | ||
Helped halt [[Scion]] from destroying [[Taylor]]'s group and bought them time to escape. | Helped halt [[Scion]] from destroying [[Taylor]]'s group and bought them time to escape. Sveta herself was able to escape later.<ref name="29.9 e1">I focused on my bugs. Searching the area. I didn’t have many, but two bugs floating a foot apart could fly at chest level and run into most people standing in a corridor.<br><br>A cluster of bugs died, wiped out by lashing tendrils.<br><br>''Sveta made it.'' - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/08/venom-29-9/ Excerpt] from [[Venom 29.9]]</ref> | ||
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== Trivia == | == Trivia == | ||
* Sveta is likely not her birth name, though it may be close to it. By her own admission she choose it after being released,<ref name="29.7 e200">“I want my ''name'', Doctor,” Sveta said. She wasn’t running, so her voice was level, free of panting or anything of the sort. “Not even my old name, from before you wiped my memory. Tell me the name you gave me, after you sent me to the fourth floor. Because you do that for the ones you think are worth studying, right? Or tell me the name I took after you released me into the wild, as some kind of smokescreen for Scion. It starts with ‘S’, if that helps.” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/03/venom-29-7/ Excerpt] from [[Venom 29.7]]</ref> possibly under the influence of [[Jessica Yamada|Dr. Yamada]].<ref name="18.z e5">Weld closed the door and settled in the reinforced chair she’d brought into her office in anticipation of the appointment.<br><br>“Have you picked a name?” she asked.<br><br>He chuckled lightly. “I’m Weld. That’s it for now.”<br><br>[...]<br><br>He was at the door when she called after him, “and Weld, I want you to pick a proper name!” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/02/07/interlude-18-donation-bonus-3/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus 3)]]</ref> | * Sveta is likely not her birth name, though it may be close to it. By her own admission she choose it after being released,<ref name="29.7 e200">“I want my ''name'', Doctor,” Sveta said. She wasn’t running, so her voice was level, free of panting or anything of the sort. “Not even my old name, from before you wiped my memory. Tell me the name you gave me, after you sent me to the fourth floor. Because you do that for the ones you think are worth studying, right? Or tell me the name I took after you released me into the wild, as some kind of smokescreen for Scion. It starts with ‘S’, if that helps.” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/03/venom-29-7/ Excerpt] from [[Venom 29.7]]</ref> possibly under the influence of [[Jessica Yamada|Dr. Yamada]].<ref name="18.z e5">Weld closed the door and settled in the reinforced chair she’d brought into her office in anticipation of the appointment.<br><br>“Have you picked a name?” she asked.<br><br>He chuckled lightly. “I’m Weld. That’s it for now.”<br><br>[...]<br><br>He was at the door when she called after him, “and Weld, I want you to pick a proper name!” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/02/07/interlude-18-donation-bonus-3/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus 3)]]</ref><ref name="Cast1">'''Garotte''' – Inmate at the Parahuman Asylum, a living mass of tentacles with a lethal fight-or-flight reflex. Also goes by Sveta. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/cast-spoiler-free/ Cast (spoiler free)]</ref> | ||
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<infobox> <title source="name"><default>Sveta Karelia</default></title>
<image source="Image"></image> <image source="image"></image> <group><header>Basic Information</header> <label>Civilian Name</label> <label>Aliases</label> <label>Gender</label><default>Unknown</default> <label>Death</label> <label>Age</label><default>Unknown</default> <label>Post-timeskip</label> <label>Ward start</label> <label>Relations</label> <label>Family</label></group> <group><header>Professional Status</header> <label>Occupation</label> <label>Classification</label> <label>Unique Features</label> <label>Alignment</label>
<label>Status</label><format><label>Location</label> <label>Teams</label> <label>Previous Team(s)</label> <label>Base of Operations</label></group> <group><header>First Appearance</header> <label>Worm Debut</label> <label>Ward Debut</label></group> </infobox> Sveta is a Case 53 that was committed to the Parahuman Asylum. Eventually, Sveta joined The Irregulars.
Personality
Sveta is very shy and kind, her inability to control her power distressed her greatly. She values the friends that she can make.
She is driven by the large amount of guilt she has for those she inadvertently killed.<ref name="TenE1c1">Sveta was sorry even as she killed 100+ people. Yamada didn’t instill that. - Comment by Wildbow in Teneral e.1</ref>
Relationships
Greg Veder
Sveta tried to become friends with him online.<ref name="I19c2">The Sandman:Odd, because once I saw the tags I thought GstringGirl was Sveta (aka Garotte).
Given that “wrapped around a pole” is basically the equivalent of a chair for her and that her “body” is more-or-less made up of fleshy wires, her username is sort of a joke about her condition.
And it also explains why she’s not wiling to send any photographs.
wildbow:Dingdingding. -
Comment by Wildbow in Interlude 19.y</ref> Their relationship had a falling out when Greg got spooked out by her unfortunate nickname and her unwillingness to send him pictures.
Victoria
Her first 'real' friend that she was able to talk to and interact with. The girl's forcefield was resistant to Sveta's tentacles. Sveta felt vary guilty about leaving Her behind when she went to the Irregulars.
Weld
Weld was Sveta's idol and role model. Eventually they met at the advice of Jessica Yamada; they got along well and agreed on many matters together.<ref name="27.5e3"/<ref name="23.4 e1"/>> They became partners, with Weld carrying Sveta around.
They eventually started a relationship together.
The Irregulars
Got along with Weld and shared information about her personnel experience with other members of the team.
After Gold Morning she, as a Weld supporter, is heavily shunned by surviving Irregulars. Although she is still willing to provide support for fellow monstrous parahumans.
Appearance
<tabber>Deviant Form=
Sveta is little more than a very pale face with long, thin, coiling tendrils streaming around it like hair.<ref name="18.z e1">Like a dozen frog’s tongues, tendrils snapped across the length of the room to the ‘bed’, encircling it. In another second, as though each tendril were elastic bands stretched to their limits, Sveta had shifted there, her tendrils gripping the post as she hung from it. Jessica was free.
Sveta was little more than a very pale face with thin tendrils streaming around it like hair. Small organs dangled from the largest of the tendrils that extended from the back of her face. A small symbol marked the girl’s cheekbone: a stylized ‘c’, in black.
It took Sveta a second before she relaxed enough to let the tendrils uncoil from the post. The tendrils settled in the air, in a rough facsimile of where a person’s limbs might be. She’d positioned herself so that the organs could rest on the ‘shelves’ on the post.
“I’m sorry,” Sveta said, eyes downcast.
“I’m fine. I understand,” Jessica soothed. She shifted position, and one tendril snapped out to catch her leg, gripping her around the knee, squeezing and twisting with a strength that could have torn every ligament in her knee and wrenched Jessica’s calf from her upper leg. Sveta flinched, closed her eyes for a second, and the tendril moved back to the post. The suit had held. No damage done. - Excerpt from Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus 3)</ref> Small organs dangle from the largest of the tendrils that extends from the back of her face while a small "C" is tattooed on her cheekbone.<ref name="18.z" /><ref name="27.5e2">He began undoing the little clasps of metal that bound Garotte against his body. She unfurled, reached out to railings, to edges of metal.
Where the tendrils surrounded the railing, a barrier that might have stopped a speeding car, the metal bent, crushed tight.
The tendrils continued to find their way to things to grip. There were more of them than I’d thought.
One tendril seized my claw, faster than I could react. Just as fast, it pulled back, found something else to hold.
She and Weld both stopped.
I watched as she closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath, and then exhaled.
Weld released her organs, hidden in a space in his broad back, and she was free of him. She collected herself around the railing, her eyes closed, drawing in deep breaths and then exhaling slowly. Slowly, the tendrils released, and she stretched out to her full length.
She looked like a fish underwater, a lionfish or jellyfish with dramatic, crazy fins or fronds. Where they weren’t bound to her surroundings, the fronds fell in line with one another, moved with their own rhythm, a mind of their own, that searched the surroundings. - Excerpt from Extinction 27.5</ref> She speaks with a soft Russian accent.<ref>The tendril-girl spoke, her voice harboring a soft Russian accent. - Excerpt from Extinction 27.5</ref> The rest are large
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Used an advanced full body prostetic that she manipulated with her tentacles. She's used her artistic skill to paint it and add her flair to it. Further she has started wearing a black wig.<ref name="II2.5 e3"> - Excerpt from Flare 2.5</ref>
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Abilities and Powers
Deviant Form
Sveta is incapable of controlling the strength of her tendrils which leads her to instinctively crush any stressor with them.<ref name="I19c1">The latter. It’s like her entire fight or flight system was overhauled so the response to any stressor is ‘strangle it’. - Comment by Wildbow in Interlude 19.y</ref> This also means her power is reactive to any threat against her no matter the source.<ref name="29.7c2">She can’t kill herself, or she would have, it’s obvious enough. Her body would react and destroy external threats, even ones she’s trying to leverage against herself. - Comment by WildBow on Venom 29.7</ref> Her powers' behavior may stem from Sveta having little connection with her Shard,<ref name="SB3">Some people have very little connection to their shards. Look at Leet - his shard actively sabotages him. Look at Echidna, or Sveta. You end up with disconnects, and stuff starts to stand out as the shard's behavior becomes more distinct, either in 'episodes' or a pattern of the power not cooperating. - Worm Web Serial Discussion III : After the End (Wildbow, SpaceBattles.com, 2014-01-15)</ref> and it functions largely independent of her.
This makes computer use hard but not impossible with the right equipment,<ref name="RPG1">Very rugged design, kind of like Weld has his super reinforced chair.
Of course, she's not the only patient who needs a rugged computer, ergo her 'sister' needing to use it.
Drawback being that if you have a computer built for someone with a degree of super strength they can't wholly control, and worked so that the keys can be both pushed & pulled (with screws in each key for the tentacle girl to grip), sensitivity becomes a secondary consideration. - Post by Wildbow on RPG.net</ref> however she is able to use them for drawing and painting, showcasing her talent.<ref name="29.7e1">“I remember, you know,” Sveta said. “I dream of home. I was a fisherman’s daughter. There were these beautiful little huts with flat roofs, orange clay brick against gray mountains, with green-blue grass and ocean. It was cramped, and I had to share space with my family, my siblings… but I was okay with it. There weren’t any boys my age to marry, and I didn’t want to move to another town to look for a husband, so I just stayed by myself. I’d draw, and there was a peace in it. I still like to draw, I find it helps me relax… but it’s hard because my tendrils break the brushes and pencils. And then I don’t feel relaxed anymore.” - Excerpt from Venom 29.7</ref>
Durability
She also has notable durability, stated to be one of the reasons she was captured instead of killed when she was first found by the outside authorities.<ref name="29.6">Imp turned the sphere.
“Finally. Fresh air,” the girl inside said. She had a quiet voice. More the type of voice I’d connect to a shy librarian at a party or a sheltered preacher’s daughter in the company of boys.
“Sveta?” I asked. “We met on the oil rig.”
“She also goes by Garotte,” Satyr said. “The only reason the PRT didn’t put her down was because she’s rather hard to kill. She has quite the impressive body count.”
“Don’t say that.”
“She was part of the original invading party,” Satyr went on, ignoring her. “They attacked the Doctor, setting this whole mess in motion.”
“I could hear everything you guys were saying,” the girl said. It was only when she said the longer word ‘everything’ that I noticed the rasp to her voice. It would be part of the reason for her being quiet. - Excerpt from Venom 29.6</ref>
Strength
The tendrils possess enough strength to bend steel bars.
Prosthesis
In her full body Prosthesis (see above) she retains her durability, but is restrained somewhat by the confines of the humanoid body. She moves somewhat clumsily.
She can unlatch her joints, allowing her to extend her limbs a considerable distance and use them as grappling hooks.
History
Background
Sveta was a fisherman's daughter living in a small village with her family, probably on an alternate Earth.<ref name="29.7e1" /> She was taken in the middle of a storm while delirious by several other 'monstrous' capes, and given a Cauldron formula.<ref name="29.7">Venom 29.7</ref> Following her release from Cauldron's custody, in an area that was not America,<ref name="29.7c1">She wasn’t based in America at the outset, so the PRT had no involvement for some time. - Comment by WildBow on Venom 29.7</ref> she accidentally killed well over hundred people.
Given her accent, it's likely that she spent some time in Russia, either before or after her transformation.
Eventually, she was captured and placed in a Parahuman Asylum.
After a point when she was in the asylum she gained computer privileges, though she had to share with someone else. She eventually found Parahumans Online and choose the username GstringGirl, for a laugh.<ref name="I19c2"/><ref name="GW8 e1">Whippersnap: I saw you in the casey thread. you had your name changed but you did a bad job of covering up the change.
Space_Squid: I didn’t cover it up. The old name was a lark at a time I needed to laugh but I’m done with it. Its embarrassing now - Excerpt form Glow-worm P.8</ref>
Post-Slaughterhouse Nine
Dr. Yamada visited Sveta in june 16th as part of her regular rounds. The Case 53 girl was waiting above the doorway to her special containment room when Dr. Yamada arrived for their session. Her tendrils wrapped around Dr. Yamada's suit and then constricted before Sveta apologized. Dr. Yamada told her to focus on her relaxation exercises, but Sveta said that it was just making it worse. An airbag gave way and Sveta apologized again before saying that they should've talked through the mirrors and that she didn't want Dr. Yamada to die. Dr. Yamada told her that the point of the sessions was to socialize her before hushing her and telling her to focus on her relaxation exercises.<ref name="18.z e1">
Thursday, June 16th, 2011, 22:11
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Excerpt from Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus 3)</ref>
Eventually, Sveta was able to uncoil from Dr. Yamada's suit and move herself over to her 'bed' while settling her organs on a shelf on the post. She apologized again, but Dr. Yamada said she understood. Sveta asked about the patient that Dr. Yamada had seen, only for Dr. Yamada to remind her that she couldn't talk to others about her patients. Sveta said she understood before asking if the patient was a bad guy like she had been - saying that she had killed people before. Dr. Yamada told her that it was her power that had killed them and that they would talk about it in their session before telling her that a doctor might be able to tell her about the new patient through the intercom.
Dr. Yamada asked if she had been keeping her journal and Sveta grabbed it. The doctor asked if she could look at it and Sveta allowed her to. Dr. Yamada then asked her what had her so agitated before Sveta asked her why she wasn't scared of her. Dr. Yamada told her that she had no reason to be.<ref name="18.z">Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus 3)</ref>
Yamade informed Sveta of the larger plan behind her treatment. And told her that there was a new patient at the asylum. They were eventually introduced and became fast friends.
Post-Echidna
Distraught over her idol leaving the Protectorate, Sveta rapidly lost progress in her treatment.<ref name="23.4 e1">“It’s a matter of professional courtesy,” she said, more like she was talking to herself than to me. She was still getting herself sorted out, her raincoat hung up, rain boots replaced with slippers she’d been holding beneath the coat. “Being prompt, it indicates that I respect and value your time. You can’t confide in me if I don’t respect you.”
Respect me?
I looked down at the floor for a moment. She was looking at me when I raised my eyes to her. “With all sincerity, it was due to forces entirely out of my control, with complications at every turn.”
“Bureaucracy,” I said.
“You’re not wrong,” she said, “But it was something else. A patient of mine, institutionalized, she’s reacted badly to certain events in the last month. Someone she idolized left the Wards, and-”
I could see her stop, composing herself, the stress and preoccupied attitude melting away.
“-And this isn’t about that. This session is about you.”- Excerpt from Drone 23.4</ref> She was paid a visit and accepted an invitation to the Irregulars.<ref name="27.5e3">“Sveta idolizes me. She sees me as a hero, a spokesperson for our kind. Her therapist asked me to come visit, because she heard about what happened in the Echidna attack, what Cauldron was doing. All of her progress, gone. So her therapist wanted her hero to show up. Give her guidance, support. It worked.”
“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” I asked. I saw Eidolon open fire, not a dramatic attack, but a subtle one, a series of darts that left dark streaks in the air. My entire body tensed, as if I could jump into the fight. - Excerpt from Extinction 27.5</ref>
Gold Morning
Sveta was with the Irregulars when they were deployed to the oil rig. Was heavily damaged by Scion while shielding her team. Was still intact afterward but still injured.<ref name="27.5e1">Scion erupted with golden light. It wasn’t the sort of attack one dodged. Instantaneous, hitting everything in every direction.
My skin began to blister, the golden light searing through it, appearing in the ridges between spots where flesh was simply being eaten away.
I scrambled for cover
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The light faded. I checked, then climbed back over the edge.
Weld and his people had taken cover. Sanguine was covering injuries with scabs, but the damage was bad. The tendril girl’s tentacles were worn so thin they were barely there. - Excerpt from Extinction 27.5</ref>
She later took part in the mission to Cauldron's headquarters. During the mission, the container the Irregulars stored her in cracked, forcing Sveta to choose a target to attack. Sveta attempted to focus her tentacles on Scion, but was unable to maintain focus solely on him and inadvertently killed Doctor Mother.<ref name="29.7 e9">Sveta's tendrils continued to extend, stretching out.
Each one chose the Doctor as the mark.
"Had to pick someone," Sveta whispered. "Couldn't focus on him alone. I'm sorry, but you're the best choice."
The tendrlis found points closer to the Doctor's midsection, crushing.
The Doctor's screams became strangled.
Sveta coiled around the Doctor, burying the woman beneath overlapping tendrils, until there was a cocoon and a girl's face, curled up on the stairs. Blood pooled beneath them. - Excerpt from Venom 29.7</ref>
Helped halt Scion from destroying Taylor's group and bought them time to escape. Sveta herself was able to escape later.<ref name="29.9 e1">I focused on my bugs. Searching the area. I didn’t have many, but two bugs floating a foot apart could fly at chest level and run into most people standing in a corridor.
A cluster of bugs died, wiped out by lashing tendrils.
Sveta made it. - Excerpt from Venom 29.9</ref>
Glow-worm
Two years after surviving Gold Morning, Sveta took a five-day trip with Weld to discover her homeland. While it ultimately failed she did have a very nice vacation.<ref name="GW8">Glow-worm P.8</ref>
Trivia
- Sveta is likely not her birth name, though it may be close to it. By her own admission she choose it after being released,<ref name="29.7 e200">“I want my name, Doctor,” Sveta said. She wasn’t running, so her voice was level, free of panting or anything of the sort. “Not even my old name, from before you wiped my memory. Tell me the name you gave me, after you sent me to the fourth floor. Because you do that for the ones you think are worth studying, right? Or tell me the name I took after you released me into the wild, as some kind of smokescreen for Scion. It starts with ‘S’, if that helps.” - Excerpt from Venom 29.7</ref> possibly under the influence of Dr. Yamada.<ref name="18.z e5">Weld closed the door and settled in the reinforced chair she’d brought into her office in anticipation of the appointment.
“Have you picked a name?” she asked.
He chuckled lightly. “I’m Weld. That’s it for now.”
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He was at the door when she called after him, “and Weld, I want you to pick a proper name!” - Excerpt from Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus 3)</ref><ref name="Cast1">Garotte – Inmate at the Parahuman Asylum, a living mass of tentacles with a lethal fight-or-flight reflex. Also goes by Sveta. - Cast (spoiler free)</ref>
Fanart Gallery
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Garotte by DerTodesbote on DeviantArt.
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Magical Girl Sveta by Abyranss on Spacebattles.
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Sveta by Lonsheep.
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