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Post by Deux McCarrion on Dec 29, 2021 15:37:47 GMT -5
The beast thrashed in the water looking for him. He sank into the dark waters as low as possible. Only a single bubble of air escaped the suit.
Boris the Blade had been in tougher spots. He would ambush the creature if it got closer, but he already knew he needed to keep a low profile until the opportunity presented itself. If he was discovered, someone would be losing a limb or two, he just wasn't sure who.
There were still a few traplines that had not been triggered yet. The exit had not been blocked, but he couldn't make a break for it just yet to avoid being detected. He slowly began searching the floor of the sewer for his machete.
He smirked to himself, seeing this as a new challenge.
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Charion abandoned the car and limped towards the evidence of the explosion, near the barrier walls. He had to get closer to the breach to regain his strength. He looked gangly and desperate. He slowly began climbing the barrier wall, and eventually he made it to the top as more of the large suit slid off of him. Only the loose pants, held on by a overly tightened belt, remained on him. Near the top, everything seemed to be on fire from the incendiary explosives. The skeleton of a dampener module was still smoldering, and the weave was pouring through the air like a fine glitter.
Alarms were going off. The city was vibrant with chaos, as the weave seeped over the walls and filled the air. Charion took a deep breath, and began crying blood as the magic began to swirl around him and into his lungs. His body was physically changing form. His muscles grew and stretched as the weave took hold, and his eyes became a brilliant, swirling blue. Charion's expression darkened.
"I will avenge you, Mother. Father. I will find my sister and we will destroy it all."
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Post by Ilimetha on Dec 30, 2021 22:57:36 GMT -5
Ilimetha's smile would grow minimally as her second pieced together the same conclusion she had.
"Maybe. On some level he does."
She'd cross her legs and lean back in her padded office chair, taking in a deep breath and shrugging as Aly mentioned she'd need to be even more cautious. She was always cautious, but this to Ilimetha is what truly set her Courtesans apart from just common whores. They were there to meet their clients needs. Sometimes that was simply on a surface level and for some they could almost be considered psychiatrists. Was her goal to have him grow to care for her? It was. Because what the powerful young man who in many ways was still a boy needed was someone to care about him. On some level, she did. She would be remiss if something happened to him. Did he need more than that? Yes. But that would be something she would never be able to give. He could never be anything more than a client.
"I haven't been this challenged in some time. I will be cautious as always, but I knew the risks walking in. Don't worry. Should anything happen to me you and all my flock will be well taken care of."
Ilimetha just smiled, tossing the pen upon the desk and tilting her head to the side curiously.
"Now then. What can I do for you?"
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Post by Tana Puhrmann on Dec 31, 2021 0:25:26 GMT -5
Tana's lips would part with a small intake of breath as the vision slipped into her mind, the narrow pupils of her cat-like eyes widening a bit. They seemed to almost sparkle as her lips quirked in a bit of a smile though she seemed to almost struggle for the words to describe what she saw and felt.
"My my. How... forgivin' of... me."
She'd chuckle with a slight purr, listening and watching him intently with fascination that it would almost make one wonder if she heard what he was saying.
"Sisters, hm? Oh. You must mean tha' Mia and Niwyn doppelgangers Vespyr spotted earlier. They're bein' looked for as we speak ah'm sure."
She'd smile.
"As for Solavi... it still stands. Ah've no quarrel with the Kalak'mal an' their reign. Who are ya lookin' for?"
Adlai would all but ignore Nathan and his quip, his gaze behind his glasses narrowing as he watched Tana, finally speaking.
"Daeva."
Tana's gaze flickered away from Nate for a moment. When Adlai didn't hold her attention he'd speak again.
"Daeva." He'd move closer to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You know you cannot keep them. For the stability of reality they need to be destroyed or sent away. Make your choice and see it done."
His words would illicit a growl from her throat and a flare of infernal energies that would be matched and muted by his own celestial power. Not enough of a display to alert anyone outside of their opera box, but enough to certainly make the hair on Nathan's body feel like it was standing on end.
A frown creased her red painted lips as she looked at Adlai before sighing.
"You're right." She'd look back to Nathan with narrowed eyes. "Ah'm not of a mind ta' see somethin' ah created, even indirectly, destroyed. What is it you need to be gone from here."
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Post by Mia § on Dec 31, 2021 1:28:39 GMT -5
There would be only a moment of confusion as Mia's twin began to choke only for the searing pain from Nathan's bioempathy attack to come blazing back. Once more her skin felt as if it were on fire and ready to curl away only to be over in moments. She'd look sharply to the hole in the wall as Atreyu walked through, the strings of magic weaving through the air like a video recording being played backwards and things mended themselves. Mia would only frown, knowing full well he did not have to include her or her brother in the repair of the area. He only did so to make a point. It was too bad she still needed his tutelage. She wondered if she or her Mother were to ever kill the Time Mage, would he end up in the same place as her Father. The same place she would undoubtedly go when she passed. How many familiar faces would she see.
Mia righted herself, rolling her shoulders with an audible crack as Atreyu began to speak to Vespyr. She'd pull out her device to pull up the mapping system and see where the explosion took place. Near central park, the same location she had sent her shock troopers to look for the supposed clones. Their indicators on the map showed they were closing in.
Her features though would go a little slack and her eyes widen as Atreyu mentioned Duex. She'd look up at her cousin, attempting to keep the concern off of her face. He knew something, or he wouldn't have mentioned it. Without a word she would dash away, shadow stepping out of the building to try and find her husband. Or what could be left of him after the chaotic entity known as Charion he had fought all his life was through with him.
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Zella watched as Z'ress grabbed the fridge and flung it and himself through the rift Lady Max had opened before sealing it shut again. She'd look back to Niwyn.
"They're after us. We led them here. There has to be a way we can help. Lady Max if you have a blade to spare then I will fight. If we cannot use magic then certainly neither can they."
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Post by darkheart on Jan 1, 2022 19:03:18 GMT -5
Nathan would feel the pulse of energies, reaching his hand out and siphoning some of it into himself with a hungry growl. He wondered what would happen if his mother had been able to do the same - would she remake the whole of the world in her own image or simply render it all into nothing. The sliver he stole from her release would rush through him like a drug, his own eyes slitting into feline orbs and a fanged grin splitting his lips. Slowly he would reach his hand up, smoothing his hair as his energies stabilized and pulsed with amplified power. It was energy from this world and it fought the chaos of the existence that he should not be here. Puma would smell something like zinc, gold, bronze and silver all swirling in a smelting pot. The gods of Faerun would tremble and sit up and notice in their far off reality. They had an Arbiter already...how would another be able to channel them without their permission? Heresy. Turning to his 'mother' with eyes that swirled in a mercurial fashion, he would grin coldly at her with a dark smile.
"What I need, mother, is for Queen Rieta to be contacted. She has the power that her son does not and that my other inherited. I did not know it possible until my sister and cousin arrived. My 'father' clearly does not have it and Nihilano did not possess it. Ahanna does not have it or she would have been here by now. It did not originate with Damakos...so the only logical assumption was that it came from Rieta in this place. Would you be a dear and send her a note that I'd like to see her? I'd be ever so grateful."
He looked at her darkly in her dress and makeup. She resembled his mother but was not her. He longed to press a kiss to her lips and drain her essence into himself. She would be so delicious on so many levels.
He would grunt, shaking his head and rubbing his temples. This place was getting to him. The Kalak'mal were getting to him. There was a dark, infernal presence in this world he did not know and it was calling out to him invitingly, begging for him to stay and take things for himself. Opening his eyes, he looked up at Puma and shuddered a little.
"Forgive me. This place is taking a strange toll on me. If you would do me this favor I would see my kin gone and your rule restored. You needn't worry about directions on how to find me. If Ahanna lives, she will be able to point Rieta in the right direction. For now, I've interupted your evening entirely too much already. I'll take my leave."
He would stand and, almost instinctively, press a soft kiss on her cheek as a dutiful son excusing himself. Moving out into the hallway he would vanish and reappear a few blocks away from the part. Thinking about the urge to kiss his mother romantically and why something would want him to do so, he sneered a bit and sighed.
"Gross."
There would be a whisper from the shadows, calling out to him.
"Troubles? Do we need to accelerate the plan?"
"Geez! You startled the shit out of me! How do you even do that? Yeah...yeah I think it needs to be done. Take him out, Kil. She's not going to like it, but it's the only way we make sure he doesn't find the path my father did and follow it. Kill order granted."
"Excellent."
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Post by Tana Puhrmann on Jan 2, 2022 20:10:25 GMT -5
Tana's gaze remained on Nathan. His energies flared a moment, much the same as they did a moment ago when she threatened to pull the beast out of him, only he was doing this himself. It was too bad she couldn't keep him. The things she could drive him to do. Mia had so much potential and a hunger to learn her Father's lost arts, yet her tutor seemed to enjoy teaching her at a leisurely pace as it benefited him. It was too bad the girl had attachments and distractions, no matter how well connected he may be. Not once had Vespyr truly disappointed her, perhaps she needed to switch her focus.
Feline slitted eyes would meet his own as he began to speak, asking for her to contact Rieta for him. A slender brow would arch upwards curiously but she would otherwise be unmoved at his posturing, even still when he calmed himself and apologized. She would simply nod as he dismissed himself and turned her cheek upwards to receive the kiss. An action that did not come across as unexpected considering Vespyr acted in much the same way.
After a few moments.
"He is gone."
Tana sighed, standing to her feet and moving around the chair towards the back of the box.
"Seems strange he came to you and not Atreyu in order to contact Solavi. Why not simply ask him when they spoke in the hall."
"Seems he's untrustworthy where he comes from."
"And here? Do you trust him?"
Tana chuckled darkly, moving over to where Adlai stood and casually slipping her fingers inside of his jacket, gently running her hand over the fabric of his shirt and up his chest.
"Ah trust no one. No one but you."
A purring chuckle escaped her lips and like stone Adlai would not be moved. He'd turn and look down to the feline Goddess that leaned against him.
"Disposing of them seems less problematic than contacting Nihilano's Mother."
"Even if she cared my accord with the Kalak'mal stands. Sides... it's just a call. They'll be outta our realm before Mia and Vespyr have a chance ta realize they're gone."
Her hand would continue to slide upwards, fingertips brushing against the smooth bare skin of his neck before nicking under his chin with a nail. Adlai would stiffen at that. He'd growl lightly with a flash of blue from behind his dark shades as his hand darted up to capture hers in his grip. She'd smile darkly, glancing at her hand as the droplet of silvery blood trickled down her index finger. She could still illicit a response out of him, even after all these years.
"Time ta' go home, Adlai. Ah've a feelin' they'll be more fires ta' put out before tha' night is out."
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Post by jsmith506 on Jan 11, 2022 22:49:54 GMT -5
Max shook her head. "Z'ress must have a plan, it is better if we do not reveal ourselves unless he calls for help. Let us do as he asks and monitor him from the workstation."
She would lead them out to a workstation, it stank a bit of weed. There were a couple empty Colt 45 bottles underneath the desk, there were a half dozen monitors arranged at various angles and an oversized keyboard with double sized keys. Z'ress' cam feed was active, the camera was wired into the chest of his vest.
Goopy shook his head, "He has daddy's name, but that is not my daddy."
On screen, they would see the perspective change from standing upright in the tunnel in the water to up onto the tunnel wall, Z'ress had apparently lept out of the water and clung to the wall like a suction cup. In frame, his hand moved down to his waist off screen for a moment producing a rectangular device, it had a little display on it with a lightning bolt and the word DANGER-HEMI {human electro muscular incapacitation} would be stamped underneath the display. The charge read 100%. A moment later it would detonate and a dozen heat guided darts would seek out Boris, given he would most likely be the only source of heat in that area. Even if they did not make contact, a standard police issue tazer charge would electrify the water in the tunnel. The charge would be less severe dissipating in the water until the battery died after about a minute, but still enough to generate discomfort... Like peeing on an electric fence.
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Post by Deux McCarrion on Jan 13, 2022 16:42:17 GMT -5
The majority of the darts hit Boris the Blade square in the chest. Before he could even react to pull them out, his muscles began to lock up. The beast must have brought this tech in. Was it sentient? He shook and struggled to move. The Russian grunted as his nose began to bleed. He coughed up a little blood, and began to sink into the murky depth, as the suit had weighed him down. He gritted his teeth and passed out as the electrified water swirled around him and the current swept him down the tunnel. The dead drop switch fell from his gloved hand, landing gently on the bottom of the black water... beeping loudly with a red light.
And then entire tunnels began to collapse as the explosives detonated. The street above cracked and sank, and the sewer walls fell as water blasted through the openings and flooded the interior.
ALERT. SYSTEMS OFFLINE. INITIATING OFFLINE PROTOCOL. CUSTOMER BORIS YURINOV... ACCESSING STATUS...
~FLATLINE DETECTED~
YOUR PREMIUM EXTENDED WARRANTY HAS BEEN ACTIVATED. PLEASE WAIT WHILE WE RECALLIBRATE.
YOUR MCCARRION CYBERNETIC SYSTEM HAS DETECTED YOUR HEART HAS STOPPED.
PER THE AGREED TERMS AND CONDITIONS, YOU CHOSE ~RESESITATION~ IN THIS EVENT.
LIFE SUPPORT ACTIVATED. DEPLOYING OXYGEN, PAIN SUPPRESSANTS, AND ADRENELINE.
THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING MCCARRION INDUSTRIES, AND WE HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED YOUR EXPERIENCE.
~END MESSAGE~
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Charion stood on the top of the barrier wall, looking out and away from the city. Teal runes began to appear across his body, rippling across like liquid lightning. He was finally free from the weave suppression... and it would only be a matter of time before the CdG would find the breach, but they would likely be too late to seal it. He exhaled, and studied the skyline. He could see the HQ tower off in the distance, shadowed by the satellite dish of the McCarrion Labs. Charion wearily leaned against the wall as the Weave swirled through him. Someone had to have planned this. Whoever it was, they knew the weakest point of the dampening field, where to expertly set the charges, and precisely when Deux would be near enough to allow Charion to reemerge.
Either someone wanted to see the CdG destroyed, or perhaps they wanted to see Deux finally pay for his sins.
It didn't matter, either way.
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Post by darkheart on Jan 15, 2022 10:48:43 GMT -5
Vespyr would be down in his lab seething. Who was this person that had dared to spill his divine blood so callously, and why wasn't he affected by his energies or the dampener? He had even gone toe to toe with Mia and survived. It wasn't a surprise that they had not been bested, but to insult them by not dying properly stirred the beast within. But he has more pressing concerns. Mother would be home soon and her sidepiece had noted that something was wrong with the grid. The multiverse potential would have to wait - her city came first. She came first. Always.
//rundiagnostic: ImperialGrid.integrity
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SectorOffline:1,4,9,15
//reboot:ImperialGrid;(1,4,9,15) ... ... ...
1 Online 4 Online 9 Online 15 Failure
//rundiagnostic:ImperialGrid(15) ... ... ... Offline: .Sensor1Failure (0 Hz) .Motor2Failure (Motion Fault) .StructrualHullGrid (0v) .VFD9 (0 Hz)
Analysis... ... ... Partial Physical Structure Failure. Dispatching Maintenance Team 27
"Well, sister, it seems either your husband or your shock troops don't know how to control collateral damage. We haven't had this much chaos since we first encountered the inception of the revolution. Unless..."
He would port into McCarrion industries transmission tower, reading through the code as it poured like water across his screens until his eyes caught an outgoing transmission. Very few individuals were allowed to utilize McCarrion tech without PID codes. Vespyr would pour a cup of tea and sip it quietly.
"Oh Deux...you used Boris, didn't you. Alas. I suppose it will bring a quick end to this then...messy, but quick."
He would tap on the screen, pulling up a model he had toyed with years ago on interstitial universe pockets and the application of piercing them to travel between dimensional gaps. If this other 'thing' could do it, why couldn't he. He would simply need to isolate the...
His eyes would narrow, and then he would smile.
"I'm not sure how you got in here, but assassination? Please. Very well, give it your best shot, I suppose.
He would turn to an empty corner of his lab, sensing the displacement of tachyons even though his eyes could not see the cloaked figure there. He heard the click of the single shot large bore pistol hammer. At least this moron was using a large caliber bullet and not some pea shooter. He would raise his hand to slow time as the report fired.
Cold. Dark. Empty. Nothing.
The bullet passed through his magic, through his palm and hit him between the eyes, the back of his head and its interior contents splattering across the monitors behind him as his corpse fell to the ground, lifeless. The light in the corner bent and a cloaked figure walked over soundlessly, typing on the keyboard and deleting all the files, then ghosting the drive. He would erase the backup servers and all data points, noting that a file had been sent to the whorehouse of all places. He would have to track down Ilimetha. She would hand it over, destroy it or he would end her and her house as well. Reaching back, he pulled the power cord from the montiors and shoved it into the main processing hub, frying it instantly. As the lights dropped and the emergency generator kicked in, he turned and stood over Vespyr's body, his cloak hood falling to reveal his long drow ears and smirking.
"You told me to take my best shot, kid. I was saving that bullet for myself one day, but there's something about that other kid that's...familiar. I can't explain it. We could probably do good work together. That, and....well you were an ass. Rest easy kid, I have a feeling your sister will be after me soon. If we meet in the Void, please don't take it personally. Death's been coming for me for a long time...it finds us all."
With that, Kil'atha slipped into the shadows and was gone.
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Post by Aly'dra on Jan 16, 2022 18:16:04 GMT -5
Aly watched ilimetha carefully and caught the slight increase in her smile. They both came to the same conclusion regarding the situation. Aly watched as Ili settled in and made herself more comfortable. She knew Ilimetha was always cautious when it came to having Vespyr as a client but it didn’t mean that Aly didn’t worry. She chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment as her mind ran through some unpleasant what if situations. She shook her head a bit before looking back to Ili. Her brows furrowed a bit.
“I’m not so worried about us. I know you have things in place. I just….I would hate for something to happen to you. That’s all.”
Aly would let that be that. She smiled a bit as they moved on and sat back in the chair, crossing her legs.
“Well, we have the gala coming up and I wanted to run through the checklist. We need to make sure everything is in order. If there are any last minute things we need to take care of I’d like to get on top of that now.”
She grinned. Planning events was probably Aly’s second favorite activity so she’d been helping with the gala. Anyone who was anyone would be there, including the Puhrmanns. The event needed to be perfect and go off without a hitch. Aly was going to make sure that’s exactly what happened.
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Post by Tana Puhrmann on Jan 21, 2022 23:42:44 GMT -5
Tana moved out of the theatre once she was notified her car was waiting for her. Adlai would walk just behind her and to her left as they exited, moving in front of her to open the door to the limo. Once she was seated and comfortable, Adlai would move into the back to join her. The car would begin to move slowly away and back to CdG headquarters.
Once she was settled she'd, fold her hands upon her lap, looking across to the seat that sat opposite her as if someone were there.
"Come now Reita. We both know ya heard ya name called, no need ta' be shy. It appears as if you have a lost Grand Nephew that needs ta' find his way home as soon as possible."
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Post by Ilimetha on Jan 22, 2022 0:02:47 GMT -5
Ilimetha took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Back to business as usual. She of course appreciated Aly's concern. If she were to have a true friend, she would say the Drowess sitting across from her would be the closest thing to it. But for now, she'd allow herself a moment to relax as she leaned back in her office chair and listened to Aly.
"I believe the basics are covered. I've beefed up security and upon their request have allowed a small contingent of shock troopers to be on guard as well. It was a requirement after all for the Puhrmanns to attend. My only requirement was that they dress appropriately as I will not have my guests feeling like they are under surveillance. They agreed, surprisingly. They will be in their military dress and I am satisfied with that. Other than that..... no entertainment issues. Saanvi still plans on dancing. Our resident Lamia is always very popular. Aya I believe is still planning her aria. Expect drama of course. You know her ego will need to be fanned to build her self confidence......"
Her tone would drift slightly as her HUD indicated an incoming file from McCarrion Industries. It caught her off guard a moment and curiously she would reach over and tap upon the display before her to scan the file before opening it so she could view it.
"Caterers? I have not looked at all of the RSVPs. Any allergies or special diets we need to make alternate arrangements for?"
Again the HUD would begin to change, catching her attention. She'd glance as the file opened. Aspen white brows would knit together in perhaps curious concern due to what she was reading. This was.... mind bending. For the life of her she couldn't quite understand why Vespyr would send her such sensitive information. Her stomach was beginning to knot. Her gut telling her something wasn't quite right. Fingers would begin to deftly move across the lit display before her, clicking this, moving that, tapping here, before finally minimizing it. She was in a business meeting and did not want to be rude to Aly'dra.
"Apologies. Please continue."
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Post by Mia § on Jan 22, 2022 0:21:22 GMT -5
She'd watch from behind as teal colored tattoos slipped down his arms and cascade down his back. It had happened. She didn't understand quite how, but here her husband stood, diminutive compared to what he used to be. She'd still know him, and although she had never met Charion, Mia would understand who now stood in Duex's place. What she didn't quite understand was how it happened. The dampening chip inside her husband's head should have made this impossible despite the breech in the magic dampening field that surrounded the city. Vespyr would be fixing that soon. She needed to incapacitate Charion and bring Duex back to McCarrion Industries. He might have to go on ice for awhile as they fixed the chip, but some of the same techniques for mental suppression had been tested on Lilith. That is, if she couldn't snap him out of it this afternoon.
Mia had remained hidden behind him long enough. She'd step out of the shadows, watching as the weave danced around him like glowing silken threads of string to her gaze. With a wave of her hand to the right and then to the left as if she was fanning away some invisible object, she'd begin to snip those strings, cutting their connection and lessening their absorption rate.
"This seems like familiar territory, doesn't it? Like our first date. Sirens in the air. Bombs going off in the background. Buildings shaking. People screaming. Our song."
She'd pause, a twinkle in those silvery green eyes as she walked around him, still making her motions.
"Well, perhaps not for you. You do have something of mine, however. I'm going to need that back."
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Post by darkheart on Jan 22, 2022 10:11:23 GMT -5
Puma's eyes would begin to glow with a softened yellow like sunlight filtering through the shades of one's bedroom at dawn. In the chair opposite her, she would see the image of a regal sunelf, quiet and gentle, reclining in the chair. Unlike her iron fisted niece, the experience was less like possession and more like projection - as if Puma's mind were an old film reel and the chair was the screen. The elf's golden hair was tied up in braids, exposing her long, shapely ears, and her thin form was draped in a form fitting white dress with golden chest piece. Most striking, however, were her eyes. They radiated a golden light, a slight sadness to them, and yet to look upon them almost made one inexplicably happy. Were the hellcat in her actual presence, the aura of pure light would be most uncomfortable. There was an emanation of Holy that seeped forth all around Rieta that issued assured comfort and, strangely, certain death. Even Puma might shift uncomfortably in her seat as the true Queen of Solavi manifested. Behind her, the roar of her husband Lux'an'or, a prismatic dragon, circling the tower she observed her kingdom from, shaking even the vision as it shook Rieta's mind. Her voice would issue forth after a long moment, addressing Puma quietly, as if whispers formed from silver bells drifted through the air. Her tone was genuine and not mocking as she offered: "And you have lost a son this day. You have my condolences - his actions were not mine to judge, but nor was his life another's to take. Mother to mother, you have my sympathies. And as he is family, should you wish action taken, I am honor bound to assist you. But I will not dwell on this pain too long - tell me, what is this situation you speak of? Has one of my offspring gained the ability to Slipstream not only through Time but also Reality? That is...most troublesome. I can only assume that is what you infer when you say he needs to go "home."
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Post by darkheart on Jan 22, 2022 10:42:40 GMT -5
Willis would enter the dimly lit room and view the flickering monitors and fried computers with zero emotion whatsoever. Noting Vespyr's corpse on the ground, he sighed heavily. The boss was going to severely punish him for this. Walking over, he would scoop the body in his arms, turning and walking out of the room and down towards the labs. Lab technicians would gasp, scream or just flat out flee the floor. Vespyr was not going to be in a very good mood tonight and many would certainly die in a very messy fashion. If the Lady Mia were here, the staff would likely be exterminated on principle. Moving into a severely cold room with a steel table under a spot light in the center, Willis would lay the body down. Grabbing a pair of forceps, he would dig into the corpse's forehead and root around messily, finally finding the dark bullet and pulling it out roughly. It fell with a 'ting' onto a stainless tray, where Willis would put it aside for observation and investigation later. Pulling a swing arm scanner over the body, he waited soundlessly as the data was collected. A cybernetic voice would speak from roof speakers moments later.
"Analysis complete. Subject: Vespyr Puhrmann. Platinum Level Response. Disposition: Soul destroyed. No neural remnants present. Subject deceased. Phoenix Protocols will be ineffective. Initiating Janus Protocol. Please Standby."
Willis would glance over at the bullet darkly. Whatever magic this was, to completely destroy a soul and prevent revivification was unheard of. Vespyr had died at least 4 times, each adding to his lack of empathy and psychological sociopathy. But to be killed in such a fashion that he could not be returned...there was a new player in town. Something that seemed frequent the past 36 hours.
Willis would flip a switch and a light would come on over 5 tanks - 4 had preserved husks of Vesypr in them, all having died in various ways. The 5th was empty. Placing the body in the open tank, he sealed the door and pressed a blue button. The tank would fill with a specialty mix of formaldehyde and other preservatives, and the corpse would float in the dense liquid. Willis would muse at the change of clothing on each body as the young man's fashion had changed over the decades. Vespyr had not aged, but he had always stayed culturally fashionable throughout the passage of time. After a moment, there would be a 'Ping' as machinery would spin up.
"Unit 3T3RN1TY activated. Beginning neural map download. Please stand by. Estimated time, 2 hrs...please stand by"
Willis would turn, cutting the lights and exiting the room. Behind him, a pair of red optic sensors would flicker to life as cybernetic voice modules spun to life, as if learning how to speak slowly.
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