The journey has been long, and harrowing (not). It was also quite fruitful, but that's also not important. What is important is how you spent four and a half days on trying to go to this one location, this singular point of contention and obvious headquarters of your opposition, only to be delayed, blockaded, diverted and torpedo'd at every turn.
But now... now you shall finally arrive at Fontaine Futuristics.
Seriously, Rapture's public transport is in an even worse state than Brockton Bay's, a feat only achievable by literally being an even worse hellhole, something you doubt is even viable for a functioning city.
Good thing Rapture isn't a functioning city, then, isn't it? You don't think it ever was, to be honest. Not back when Andrew Ryan decided that laws and regulations suck and should be abolished, and neither did Lamb rolling around and trying to instate some kind of collectivist cult religion make it any more liveable, in both the short and the long run.
This place is absolutely screaming for someone to come and play absolute benevolent dictator. Or maybe that's just you wanting to try your hand at it, just as possible.
Either way, here you are, alone in an entire compartment of corpses to play with. Being a necromancer has never been this fun, even if you can't exactly turn this into several undead due to capacity issues- perhaps you could find a workaround for that, actually? Some way to keep them functioning without yourself having to actively keep your undead functioning?
On the other hand, those plasmids and what Tenenbaum said about them did intrigue you... maybe you could just conjure bones the way plasmids conjure electricity or temperature differences (more specifically, temperature differentials, but eh).
Forming just a few of the literal hundreds of corpses you've accrued into a single, long... appendage, maybe, you keep on thinking deeply for the longest time.
You only snap out of it when Delta telepaths at you.
What do you mean, the station is flooded and we can't open the gates?! The fuck is it with this transportation network?!
"Alright Delta, here I am. You got any idea how to get through this? I'm honestly not looking forwards to swimming through years of refuse out there until I canget this whole thing fixed somehow."
Lamb... Wants... Talk... Use... Camera...
"So wait, Lamb's talking to you? What's she say?"
"As I told Subject Delta," you can hear Lamb's voice come from louspeakers outside, somehow functioning despite being underwater and loud enough to be heard inside the train, "the place you are finding yourself is Dionysus Park. It used to be my home, once upon a time. But now it is flooded in its entirety. I could use the city's pumping stations to drain the water... but I have not, so far."
"And I'm assuming there's a reason you're telling me all this?"
"There is indeed. You see, I would like for Dionysus park to resurface, while you will find that opening the gates will not be easy even once it is done. All I ask of you is that you treat my old home with care... and do not take the ADAM inside it for yourself, as I require it for Project Utopia."
"You know, Doctor Lamb, that is a good offer. One I suspect meant to maneuver us into doing something you think important in some way or just delay us a while longer. Thing is, you're working under a mistaken presumption." Holding up a finger to punctuate the statement, you use your other hand to swipe a touchscreen you've positioned yourself in range of, causing the train to move right back out the way it came.
"And what presumption would that be?" Sofia's voice, already dampened by the water she has to speak through, fades slowly as she talks, the Atlantic Express' reverse gear kicking up. Nevertheless, you know Lamb can read your lips just fine as you talk at Delta's face.
"The idea that I give the slightest fuck."
And with that, and the press of a button, the train entirely detaches from the rail, the mechanism you crafted working excellently well even as the engines get the turbines spinning and the Atlantic Express does what it should have been able to from the beginning; sinking downwards for a moment, it slowly picks up speed forwards.
On a side note, maybe giving the Little Sisters in here full control of this experimental technology wasn't the best choice.
"Choo choo!" One of them exclaims, correcting course upwards as the train begins to dip.
On the other hand, they're just too cute!
"Just remember we'll want to get back on the rails further ahead."
""Yes, Big Brother Angel!""
You have a good feeling about this.
You have a bad feeling about this.
"Attacker detected at two o'clock!" One of the Little Conductors reports, saluting at you and causing you to question from just where they take their mannerisms.
Looking out the window, past the breathtaking underwater landscape partially illuminated by the lights of Rapture filled with colorful corals and sea life of all kinds, you can see what the radar is (presumably) showing- a figure swimming through the ocean's currents.
A Big Sister.
Alright, so Lamb actually did send one after you. Question is, how do you respond?
"Keep on course and don't activate the defenses, I shall deal with this personally."
"Aye, aye, Cap'n!"
"Wait, are we pirates now?"
"I thought we're a submarine crew."
"Hungry."
Leaving the Little Sisters to their impromptu comedy skit (and silently reaffirming to yourself that installing the tubes full of ADAM-blood everywhere along the train was a good idea), you go shadow, leaving behind all your clothes as you do so.
Now, despite what some may think, this was an entirely rational consideration. Your day-to-day clothes aren't exactly waterproof, meaning they would soak up water and hinder your movement- hazardous, especially in the context of a possible fight.
Seeing as you have no real alternatives, it is only natural for you to go naked, even disregarding the possibility of resolving this confrontation peacefully much easier by doing so. Not that this stops you from joking around a little.
Hey Sarah, we have a Big Sister incoming, so I'm going out naked and seeing if I can't pacify her by waving my dick around in the ocean currents.
I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer, Gabe. Just go out and do your thing.
Feh, spoilsport.
Anyways, with your sister notified as to where you're going (because her and Kate have apparently instated a rule about you not being allowed to just run off whenever you want to, something about you being too much of a handful to leave unsupervised), you wiggle though what amounts to the exhaust pipes of the turbines (though what flows through them is water, rather than gases or, you know, anything else.
As a shadow that doesn't really need to heed physics in any conventional sense, you don't take long to get up on the roof, the Big Sister presumably sent by Lamb already swimming up close enough to be easily seen with the naked (human) eye.
Well, here goes nothing.
Emerging from your shadow form, the first thing you notice is... well, the pressure. It's definitely there, the ocean depth pressing down on you, but it's nothing too bad. Where a baseline human would likely just die, you just note that you're pretty sure your internal organs, weak as they are, are likely being squished a little and you have to fight against the omnipresent push downwards, straining with every move, but you can still move, more or less.
So, there you stand, defiant against the water, slowly but surely swaying a little. And wonder of wonders, the Big Sister in question slows her approach, observing you for a long moment as she keeps up with the train's movement... Before coming closer once more, any facial expression impossible to read behind the glow of her helmet.
Landing on the train's roof, she takes a moment to figure out how to keep her feet under her on a moving vehicle under these conditions, but before long, she comes walking towards you, bleeding self-assurance with every step. Raising an eyebrow with a quirky smile, you spread your arms, allowing her to come close.
You didn't necessarly expect her to push you down and start squeezing your abs, but you aren't exactly complaining, either.
Well, you'd be remiss not to respond to her attention, wouldn't you? With that in mind, you go ahead and do just that, drawing your hands upwards to slide along her sides.
The Big Sister straddling you hesitates for a moment, but permits it after all, touching your chest and arms all over as she feels you out.
Answering her by feeling up her tits, it doesn't take you long to find her nipples as they stiffen up, though the wetsuit is thick enough you have to expend a bit of force to have her squirm as you pinch them.
Almost entirely naturally, her crotch ends up rubbing against yours, the Big Sister's rubbing turning into her taking ahold of you by the shoulders. The poor dear must be really thirsty, huh?
In short order, you're massaging her butt, the muscled cheeks making for wonderful stress balls as her helmet dips down, pressing the face window against your face and squishing your forehead against it in her efforts to see your face better.
You smile up at her and fish your hair out of the way a little, your other hand edging further between her legs from behind. The way she's stretching her back to press her butt against it is most endearing, as is the low vibration you can feel rumble through the water as you play with her privates once you can reach them properly, your fingers gliding along the suit and stimulating her outer lips.
What is she, a cat?
One of her hands grbas onto yours up top, pulling it against her chest and holding it there as you go back to pinching, rubbing and general playing with it, her other hand mirroring your motions on her other breast until, fairly soon, in fact, she seems to come, shuddering as her entire body seems to clamp down around you.
How cute.
That said, you do have some time until the train enters a station again, so... Flexing your waist, you drag your dick along her clothed crotch again, directing one of her hands towards it. You do have to get her to understand that she shouldn't grip it too tight, but minor bruises don't really bother you and before long you're teaching her how to jerk you off properly as you play with her body.
You're already looking forwards to getting that suit off of her.
With a newly minted 'Mindy' hanging off your arm, it does take a little bit of work to actually slip in after the Atlantic Express as the gates of the train station open for it, but you do have more than enough space at the train's sides and can just stick to it by virtue of your ability to adhere to surfaces at will.
What is a bit more of an issue is that you just can't get her to let go, causing Jasmine to pout at you while Lucy is just poking at Mindy.
The Little Sisters, on the other hand, almost immediately get off the train as soon as it stops moving in a tide of little girls, the Little Conductors gathering around the scene you're making and reporting the drive was going smoothly.
What has not, however, escaped your notice, are the curious looks given to your state of undress, and especially your privates, by the Little Sisters within view. Still, that's an acceptable sacrifice, considering it got Mindy, as you tell her her name now is (not that she complains) on your team.
You still shadow back inside the train to get your clothes back on with minimal fuss.
So, here you are. Fontaine Futuristics... finally.
"Alright girls, how are you all doing?"
""Very good, Big Brother!""
Until this very day, you'd never really envisioned the feeling of having two dozen little sisters address you like that, but you have to say, it isn't bad by any measure.
"And you three, anything you need help with?"
"Sgiiih."
"Skiiaah."
"Purrrr..."
Jasmine, Lucy and Mindy are as hard to really communicate with as usual, but from what you can tell, they're getting along fine... ignoring the undertone of tension between Jasmine and Mindy, for some reason.
Might want to keep an eye on that, just in case.
Your questioning gaze towards Tenenbaum, on the other hand, has her nod at you. "I've been keeping an eye on the Little Ones the best I could, though I fear I have been somewhat preoccupied with the laboratory. You will be pleased to hear the 'manufactory' can now create the simplest of plasmids on its own."
"That's good to hear," you smile at everyone present. "You make sure to listen to Aunty Tenembaum, alright?"
""Yes, big brother!""
Aww, now they're swarming you for their Gabernment mandated cuddles. The Little Sisters may be horribly mutated from baseline humanity all they want, but they're just so cute!
"So that's how it looks like mid-process," you mutter, watching as Tenenbaum is using a bunch of lab equipment to subject ADAM to a variety of processes- from changing temperature in specific patterns to using mass spectrometry to analyze changes to it.
"The ADAM made from the new process is peculiar in that it all has the same pseudo-genetic markers across the board, meaning that less specific tolerances are needed to achieve the same results in refining it," Tenenbaum explains while peering into a microscope. "This is why we can make progress even outside a strictly regulated laboratory environment. Though I admit I may be a little rusty after concentrating only on ways to cure the transformation of Little Sisters for so long before trying to just forget about all of this."
"You know, I respect the work you did to make up for inventing the process in the first place, but I'd like to think they don't have it that bad for the time being."
"I know." Tenenbaum shudders for a moment before continuing to intently stare into the microscope's tubes. "You have reversed the brainwashing they were subected to, somehow, but they are still not returned to their previous selves. They are still driven to gather ADAM on a biological level, and splicers still thirst after them. They have always still been children deep down, beyond what all the cruelty we subjected them to could change, but they are still in danger, still twisted in ways I do not believe even you can undo."
"Mhm, I think you really should take your mind off that whole thing. They are not as they were, and we still should find ways to let them grow up in better circumstances, but all of that can be dealt with once we've taken over the important parts of Rapture and have them as happy and healthy as they can be under these circumstances," you say.
"I doubt you will have to worry about their health, at least; so long as the ADAM slugs are implanted within them, they can regenerate from seemingly anything."
Now, finding out that Little Sisters regenerate is pretty cool, but really not where you were trying to go with that.
Thus, it should surprise no one when you take things into your own hands to get the point across. Or, as in this case, put your hands on Tenenbaum's butt.
She stills in response.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, don't mind me, I'm just checking something," you answer blankly, lightly groping her through her pants.
"... Feel free."
And with that, Tenenbaum is back at work, leaving you free access to her behind, not that you waste any time going from groping it to slowly, but assertively pulling down her pants once you get them open, noting to yourself you really should get her some hot lingerie- her panties are functional, but that's the best you can say about them.
Down with that eyesore, down you say!
Once you have her naked ass exposed for your perusal, you take a moment to look out for any changes in her body language, but she doesn't seem to have even noticed. Incidentally, you also caught a glimpse of movement near the door to the lab, but as nobody seems to be coming in, you get back to the matter at hand.
That is, spreading those cheeks and taking a long, long lick all over Tenenbaum's pussy thusly revealed, her lower lips entirely bare of any hair, as you find- does she shave, or did she somehow use genetic manipulation for this?
Both are entirely valid possibilities with her.
Still, hard to mistake her gasp aloud and stretching her back a little so you have easier access for any part of her 'work'. Burying your face between her thighs as you sit down entirely, you begin thoroughly and properly eating her out, your tongue teasing her fold before shooting inside her, using your significant muscle strength and its particular length to get her to quiver and moan in short order.
"Is- is your tongue longer than human standard?" She breathes out, her hands audibly clamping down on her desk.
"Mhm, what does it feel like?" You ask, your voice low and purring, before you dive in again.
"It f-feels like it is. There is no way you could get this deep otherw-WIII!"
She does let out the cutest scream as she comes, flooding your face with her juices. Chuckling, you come up from where you were sitting, wiping it off a little.
"Well, aren't you feeling a bit more relaxed already?"
Tenenbaum stays as she is for a long moment, bowed over her desk and propped up mostly by her arms as her legs refuse to cooperate, but before long she has herself under control... and is right back at it, eyes glued to her microscope and hands adjusting the sample with the little gearwheels at its side.
The blush on her face as she does so isn't lost on you, though, nor the fact she's avoiding looking at you through doing this.
"Your investigations have been most agreeable, feel free to repeat them at another time. Empirical studies do require a wide field of testing to be viable."
Chuckling once more, you gently pat her ass as you draw her clothes back up. "One field I wouldn't be adverse to plowing, surely enough. But yes, I'll leave you to your work for now, Doctor."
Turning around, your bloodsight lets you (very easily) spy a Big Sister standing by the windows, the blinds very carefully lowered (most likely via telekinesis) and a trio of Little Sisters on her shoulders and head, respectively, the same arrangement repeating three times.
Looks like a certain group of someones has been spying on you...
Smiling mirthfully, you raise a forefinger to your mouth, signaling them to stay quiet as you exit stage left. A very productive time spent, you would say.
"I think you are right, by the way," a disheveled Tenenbaum throws after you, "they are better off for the moment as they are. I just wish they never had been turned, is all."
In quiet understanding, you close the door. She didn't need words or anything, she just needed someone to hear that, you think.
Mark Meltzer, when you finally find him sitting on one of the train station's benches as he sips on some clean water (fun fact, the manufactory actually can just take and process seawater, make it potable), doesn't look like the happiest man in the world.
Then again, few people that happen to find themselves inside Rapture these days seem like particularly happy people. You wonder why, not like there's anything to complain about.
On the other hand, not everyone's a vampire, that could have something to do with it.
"So, you're Mister Meltzer, right?" You begin, the ancient art of starting a conversation entirely lost on you as you take a seat yourself.
"Fell free to just call me Mark," he all but sighs, "not like the ambience particularly invites formality. I suppose you'd prefer to be going by Gabriel, too?"
"If you don't mind," you say. "I've just found that formality has its time and place to be, and Rapture is neither of those. So, I have an idea from what the others told me, but I'd like to hear it from you directly. What's gotten you to Rapture?"
"Straight to the point, huh?" Leaning forwards and letting his bottle rest at his side, Mark rubs at his face as he stares in the distance. "Up on the surface, I was... I was investigating disappearances, predominantly of little girls. Up and down first the European coast, then America. I figured out the pattern, tried to catch whoever was doing it in the act. Only wound up getting my daughter, Cindy, abducted herself, by one of this 'Big Sisters'. Turns out you're never as smart as you think you are and all that. After that, well... I spent a while trying to find any clues I could find, and eventually managed to figure out Rapture even existed. So of course, I came down here and tried to find her, before those maids of yours found me and dragged me to your group."
"I see. So, Cindy, was it? She's not among the ones we've picked up so far, I take it."
"No, she isn't, I checked. The big guy, Delta? I actually asked him about it, seeing as he seems to attract them like flies, showed him a picture of her, but he didn't seem to have seen her. And now here I am, sitting on this bench and knowing there's nothing I can really do to help my Cindy, or even find her, and it took everything I had to even get this far, physically, mentally, heck, I sold off everything I had left after my wife left me halfway through the journey... and even the one thing I managed to do in my life, I need to rely on the kindness of strangers to see it through to the end."
Tipping back the last of his water and likely imagining it was some heavy alcohol, he sighs. "Sorry, I must sound like a damn mess right now..."
"No. You sound like a damn good father. Better than most, really. The number of men who would chase their daughter down into an underwater death city and still be determined to rescue them are few in number. Take it from someone who knows a shit parent when they see one."
Mark is quiet for a long moment, shaking his head before he speaks up again. "You know what, maybe you're right. Maybe my life's just a little ruined, but I'm still doing what counts, and all that counts is finding Cindy now. I got her into this mess when I started investigating in the first place, I am getting her out of it."
"That's the spirit! While we're on the topic, though... Would you mind showing me that picture of her you mentioned?"
"Sure, the more people are looking out for her, the better." His fingers darting inside his shirt's breast pocket, Mark pulls out and hands you an only slightly crumpled black-and-white photograph of this Cindy.
Carefully looking at it, you call up the well of power always resting within you, the writhing souls of your victims forever at your command. Calling up the one you want in particular, you do not quite breathe him out, the feeling of your nose being swelled shut from within the best you can describe what happens next as you overlay with your compass soul, a dimly glowing stylized eye appearing on your forehead, as you well know.
Leaving Mark to be speechless by himself for a moment, you concentrate on what you know of his daughter, what he told you and how she looks based on this picture, and for a long moment, you feel like you're opening your eyes for the very first time, before you know, with the same certainty that you identify yourself as Gabriel, where she is in relation to yourself.
The glow coming from your forehead shifts a little, signifying where you're looking. "Looks like you're in luck, Mark," you smirk at him, "your daughter is somewhere below Fontaine Futuristics. On the way, as one might say. Why, we might even pick her up before we even get to good Doctor Lamb!"
"And you're absolutely sure this doesn't have anything to do with my immortal soul being signed away, chief?" Sinclair asks, still looking quite a bit squeamish on the topic of being thralled for some reason.
"Relax, seriously," you say, rolling your eyes at him. "If I wanted your soul, I'd just take it, but I'm quite content to leave it where it can work for me. No, all this will do is supernaturally make you better in a bunch of ways. Now do you want to take it or not? I'm not about to wait with the first taste suspended in the air for an hour here."
And indeed, as you have discovered, it is entirely possible for you to thrall a willing target at range, making this whole deal much more comfortable for everyone involved.
Especially as you're simultaneously thralling Mindy, who is sitting on your lap and purring happily with your wrist in her mouth.
You, uh, decided against taking it from her, instead modulating your bloodflow with your hemokinesis, just like you're letting Sinclair's portion float in the air before him to take a drink.
"Do we have a starw somewhere or-"
"Fuck's sake, Sinclair, just man up and down it. Think of it as a magical, and therefore better version of ADAM that doesn't happen to turn you into walking super cancer."
"Call me squeamish, chief, but there's a reason Ah neveah took any o' the stuff."
"And I'm telling you, this shit's safe. As safe as can be. Supernaturally guaranteed to only be beneficiary to you. Now will you take it, or not?"
"Alright, alright. Geez, tell a guy not to be tah careful, will ya?"
Honestly, if you weren't busy with Mindy anyways, you'd call him out on wasting your time- Sinclair seems the kind of guy that would take that much to heart, if nothing else.
So, Fontaine Futuristics. You know not what awaits you inside, but what you do know is that, like all of Rapture, it is in pretty shit shape.
Considering the glass tunnel leading from the train station towards the building itself is a mite bit collapsed at the moment.
"Ryan wasn't gentle with the place once he confiscated it, chief; he really wanted to make sure Fontaine would stay buried. There's several ways to access Persephone from inside, though Ah wouldn't be too sure how many of them are intact, eithah," Sinclair explains, gesturing wildly as he gets into the topic.
"Well, we'll still need to figure out how to actually get inside the place to get anywhere. No Fontaine's means no Lamb, no Lamb means no Eleanor as well as no Rapture for the taking."
"Well, there is one way I could think of Ryan's men wouldn't have taken down. No idea if you'll like it, though..."
"Alright, chief, so the easiest way ah reckon to get to Persephone these days would be a secret entrance out in the ocean trench, hidden behind a lock you need a genetic keycard for; best bet would be to search out one of the more, ah, prominent researchers inside the place. You'll stall have ta figure out how to turn any samples yah make into a key, but I figure that's a bridge to be crossed when ya get to it."
"Mhm, how does that secret entrance look exactly?"
"The thing's disguised as a fuel refillin' station for maintenance workers out on the trench, with a slot in the side, if I remembah right. Soon as someone with the right authorization puts their key in, a fake wall opens up to its side, so any of the workers 'in tha know' could use the floodgate to get in 'n out Persephone."
"Alright, that helps a lot already. I'm assuming you'll be keeping an eye on things through Delta's headcam?"
"Sure will, unless somethin' happens at the train."
In that case, just keep an eye out for me thinking at you like this. Free communication on demand is a great thing for moments like this.
Sinclair just shudders a little, but hey, voices in one's head deserve to be treated with wariness, if nothing else.
In the meantime, you're going to be busy formulating a plan...
The floodgates used here at the bottom of the ocean aren't the gentlest of things, truth be told, the oncoming rush of water not really an issue for delta or even the three Big Sisters you asked to come along for this, with the vampires joining your thralls and your other forces in guarding the train for the time being, but the force of the water rushing in certainly does have you stumble for a moment before you're adhering to the floor the hard way.
Still, here you are, wandering the ocean floor. You've been out here earlier, when you had that little 'talk' with Mindy, but it's the first time you can just take your time and walk around under your own power.
It's oddly... peaceful, in a way, even as you have a bit of a hard time moving around.
There it is, chief, Sinclair says as you come along the little construction fairly soon, the secret entrance should be nearby.
And indeed, it's easy enough to spot, a nearby 'cave'wall with decidedly little underwater plants growing from it.
Only question now is, how do you get through it?
The logistics of actually summoning your soul minion this deep underwater involve a bit of an issue, but seeing as your summoned souls are technically just as (un)dead as you, Ivsey totally can endure the pressure down here, though she does seem rather unwell in the fraction of a second she is crushed by it before she can activate her power, melding into the fuel station and working her very own brand of magic.
She doesn't really have the time to do anything more than operate the mechanism that opens the secret passageway, connected as it is to the gas station, before you desummon her, but here you are, right inside the place you were planning to get to for... days.
Feels longer, with how much happened ever since you arrived to Rapture.
The process of draining the seawater is completed just as fast as the opposite, and in short order, the five of you step forth, thoroughly wet and dripping water everywhere as you walk through the locker rooms filled with equipment meant for underwater use.
It doesn't take long to find you way towards Security Checkpoint A, the access to what is labeled as Security Checkpoint B and C blocked by more debris. From there, all it takes to get deeper into Persephone is following a long, long glass tunnel leading further into the enormous cavern you are now inside.
The Examination Rooms you arrive to are in a similar state of disrepair as the rest of the area, though you make note of the scribbled message on the wall as you come inside- 'Daddy's Home'.
Wouldn't surprise you if one of the Little Sisters did Eleanor a favor or something.
Still, all of you are silent as graves as you march onwards (that soul you gave Delta is really working out for him), soon emerging into a wide open room, a 'Quarantine Chamber' the first thing you see labeled.
Within, Eleanor Lamb, moving in her sleep, along with her mother.
"I have been awaiting you," Sofia Lamb says over loudspeakers, the sound reverberating outside the cell containing what you would suspect to be Eleanor's permanent holding cell. "It was only a matter of time before you would arrive, after all. Somewhat ahead of schedule, I will admit."
"I'm surprised you didn't leave a few more of your followers to delay us fruitlessly, though I certainly won't complain. So, what's the big plan? The ace up your sleeve to turn all of this around? Please, do take your time to speak before I get out the ring gag with your name on it."
Said ring gag may not exist yet, but with your manufactory, it's only really a matter of selecting the inscription you want embossed on the ring so she can feel it with her tongue for however long you feel like using her mouth for purposes other than speaking entirely.
You can see her hand twitch from where you stand, though she gives no further indication as to having heard what you mean to do to her.
"No grand plans from me, I fear. For all that I have united the Family of Rapture under my command, there is nothing I could do to defeat you in battle... Nor, I suspect, can I make the walls of this room hold against you. All that I can do is to speak, and do my best to convince you to leave us be, leave Rapture be, for the best of all."
Oh great, she's actually trying to talk you out of this?
"Actually, why don't we go ahead and skip to the end?" Not giving Sofia any time to respond whatsoever, you slip onto the ground and into your shadow form, sliding right through the pair of glass doors- some kind of decontamination procedure?- and into the chamber itself.
She may or may not really count as a Thinker as such, but that doesn't mean you'll actually let her speak, ineffectual as any attempt from her side may be.
Springing from the ground, you waste no time to grab onto Lamb, pulling her half a step away from Eleanor's sleeping form as you do.
Looking at it from inside, Eleanor's room is dominated by the outright crowd of screens suspended above her sleeping spot in the middle of the room, most likely part of whatever brainwashing mechanism she was subjecting the girl to.
Not that you'll be tolerating any of that now that you just about have the reigns of this place for yourself.
Looking into her widened eyes, you give her a smirking grin. "Ready to demonstrate as Eleanor's Sex Education dummy?"
Swallowing (and trying to pretend her cheeks aren't reddening), Lamb looks up at you defiantly, her arms securely in your grip. "How do you swing from perfect rationality to a horny caveman like this?"
Delta, on the other hand, is only now pressing the button that opens the first of the doors, him and the Big Sisters now inside the decontamination part of the quarantine chamber, waiting for the other door to open.
"Simply put, I address all base impulses as rational thoughts and biological desires and needs as worthy of being valued; it also helps that sex with me is literally so good it gets people to just listen to me."
"Are you trying to say you have a magical penis that does the talking for you, Gabriel?"
"I may or may not be, Sofia." And yep, that's the all-natural blush you wanted to see.
Sarah? Sarah, it's happening.
Don't say it, Gabe. Just don't.
I have to, I'm sticking my dick in the crazy!
... Dammit, Gabe.
Anyways, here you are, Sofia Lamb in your hands and with her, everything you need to take over what's left of the city of Rapture. Delta and the three Big Sisters are inside now, the big guy cradling Eleanor in his armored arms.
"Put her down, Delta, I can tell you from experience that the metal isn't comfortable."
"Uoooh."
"I know, I know. I'm also happy we finally found her."
"You don't know what you're doing. Her bond to Subject Delta is just keeping her from-"
"From being some weird utopia expy that cannot realistically function without literally wiping free will and ego from humanity, which kind of defeats the whole purpose in the first place. We've talked about this already. Now be nice and quiet and wait for the gag, Sofia."
You don't know why, but addressing her by her first name now that you have her under your power is kind of fun.