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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 26, 2016 12:41:42 GMT -8
Nil feels the mysterious woman's embrace. It sends down a shiver, but it's actually... pleasant? She was the one that sent him on his quest in the first place, right?
Listening to her speech seems to put him at ease. Maybe he did do the right thing. If Omega can't strategize, he can't use every tool in his arsenal. But, something still bothers Nil.
He was once a man with everything he could ever want, and he lost his beloved daughter. He tore back the black wallpaper of the abyss to search for her. He may never find her.
Omega will forever be in a state of lonesome despair. No matter how much he creates or destroys, nothing will bring her back to him.
Nil pities the man he essentially killed with that shot... but perhaps it was for the best. A monster feels not despair and heartache, only instinct.
He had been freed from his sadness... but at what cost?
Nil has a lot to think about.
Meanwhile, Thoren prints out a picture and hands it to the woman.
"I don't want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I doubt this vessel is exactly battle-ready. I have a blueprint you can work from to upgrade it. The only thing I'll ask from you." Thoren shows her the slip of paper.
It looks like it was sketched in MS paint. It looks similar to his preferred form, but with horns and shoulder spikes and a time gear decal with a heart shape in the middle on his torso.
"Maybe a badass scythe to go with, but that's all I'll need. Thank you." Thoren really wants to ask for a living body of flesh and blood, but he figures that would be too much to ask for. An upgrade to this metallic shell should be at least good enough for now.
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Post by metreu on Mar 26, 2016 13:14:51 GMT -8
The woman shakes her head.
"It should be no problem. Allow me..."
She places a hand on Thoren and takes a breath...
All across the vessel's body, a grid appears that cause the vessel to vanish, leaving only the small soul of Thoren inside. A tank appears and surrounds the 'heart' and extends up and out from the center. Tubes and wires sprout out, resembling the nervous system of the human body. The gears and axels form and build up all the motor functionality before beefing out in artificial muscles. The 'skin' comes to life and covers the body, creating a full form with the tank of the heart at its center in the chest.
The spikes and the decals get added on as flare as part of the last details.
The woman in white steps back and looks at the work.
She taps the chest heart and pulls from it a pole of red glowing energy. With this, she forms a scythe with Heart and Time like sigils on either end where the blades come out of.
She sets it in Thoren's new hands.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 26, 2016 13:53:24 GMT -8
Thoren stands there holding the scythe, shaking. He's absolutely amazed at the woman's work. He looks at her with his eyes, similar to the ones he had in life but clearly electronic.
"...Th-thank you..."
his voice is incredibly similar to how he remembered his voice was like, though perhaps slightly deeper and with a slight "accent" of synthesized overtone.
He sets the scythe down and tries to give her a hug. Hopefully his arms are properly calibrated for gentle actions.
Thoren is overflowing with gratitude. Alpha Seth smiles and tears are even dripping from his eyes.
The crowd is in silent awe, though quite a few seem to be jealous.
"I promise I will do my best out there... for you, for Raine, for everyone..."
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Post by metreu on Mar 26, 2016 14:30:44 GMT -8
The woman in white accepts his embrace and holds him closely.
"I know you will..."
She pats him a little and lets go.
The Woman in White faintly recalls something from 'her past'...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 26, 2016 16:58:56 GMT -8
Thoren takes a moment to take in the feel of his new vessel. The mechanisms within seem to be running smoothly. Just like clockwork. It feels good. Maybe it's not organic, but it at least helps him feel a bit less... detached? He could definitely get used to this.
Seth silently reminds Thoren about his task. He must kill Omega.
Thoren picks up his scythe and clips it onto his back. He begins walking towards the exit hallway.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Mar 26, 2016 21:14:36 GMT -8
As he leaves, Raine shouts.
"Tell Zwei to get over here and give me my body back. I'm joining the fight!"
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 26, 2016 21:57:45 GMT -8
Thoren hears her request as he's almost out.
"Alright, I'll make sure to tell her!"
While he's worried about Raine's safety, he knows fully well that she is capable in battle, not to mention that she's a fucking Lord of Rage. Maybe he'll be able to impress her or pull off some sick ass combos with her.
Thoren fearlessly walks through the bubble membrane and into the outside world.
He's ready to do some damage.
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 27, 2016 14:28:00 GMT -8
"EVERYONE OUT OF THE GODDAMN WAY I'VE GOT A PLAN AND IF ANY OF YOU HAVE ANY REAL JUNK ON YOU RIGHT NOW IT WOULD BE HELLA HELPFUL!"
FLord moves everyone away from the door, before focusing harder than he has ever thought before. Inspiration flashes within his mind, and slowly, a vial, containing objects smaller than the human eye can detect, is formed.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 27, 2016 15:07:00 GMT -8
The seths look at the sudden Charles like what the fuck. Alpha Seth seems fired up about something and is distracted.
Nil hears his request and uncaptchas that tombstone he's been holding onto. He's not sure if he should hand it over, considering Charles is well... Charles.
He waits for a sign.
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Post by raz on Mar 27, 2016 15:11:13 GMT -8
A burst of static noise breaks the serenity of the dome, loud and splitting as a singular fissure of white and black static runs an erratic path through the ballroom. Colors cut in and out like poor video game textures, some surfaces losing and gaining fidelity with no rhyme or reason as others clip in unnatural ways, bits of the area drifting up into the air. Shortly the noise fades into a low crackle, something simple cutting through the static with.
Footsteps.
The entrance way is shortly made home to a figure trudging its way into the room, gaze held low and stance likewise, almost primal. Simple cloth pants and shirt held together by stitches and patches it resembles a Heir, but its clothes, pale, bearing no symbol and a mess, contrast that image somehow despite the raised hood hiding its face. In one hand a red book, the other opening and closing experimentally. Lifting its head slowly it scans the room with its one visible eye, stark in an almost animalistic way. It's voice rasps through after a breathy exhale, sharp teeth in its mouth accenting the grimace it forms into as it looks between the assembled.
"Found...... you........."
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 27, 2016 15:16:24 GMT -8
FLord blinks, entirely confused by these series of events.
"...so should I assume that my luck is such shit that I'm the one you were looking for, or is it someone else? Because right now I'm seriously concerned at the sudden glitches, and would rather this settled before someone gets hurt who doesn't need to be."
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Post by lunarLunatic on Mar 27, 2016 15:16:32 GMT -8
Raine walks a little towards the entrance waiting for Zwei to come and return her body.
She doesn't want to come out there too late...
However, the sudden and violent change in the atmosphere causes her to panic, falling on her ass to the ground.
The static doesn't help matters for her either, as she is suddenly reminded of the past...
She's scared stiff.
And the newcomer just makes that worse.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 27, 2016 15:27:25 GMT -8
The fake Logan quietly extends his wristwatch, notching an arrow in the bow and pointing it at the new comer.
"Evening."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 27, 2016 15:32:43 GMT -8
Seth snaps out of his trance, and it looks like he's pissed. "Who the FUCK IS THIS GLITCH BITCH AND WHO LET THEM INTO MY DREAM?!"
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Post by raz on Mar 27, 2016 18:06:54 GMT -8
All words fall on deaf ears, with one exception. The tattered heir's attention snaps to Seth with his words, its body rigid for a tense moment. The empty fist balls up, the other hand with the book likewise tightening in grip until it crushes the thing's spine, powdered pages forming a hanging cloud as it clatters to the ground and the figure bares its teeth before letting a horrendous howl out and charging toward Seth impossibly fast, hand outstretched to try and grab him by the throat!
"F O U N D Y O U U U U U U U!!!!!!!"
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