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Post by Danü Rèalta on Sept 11, 2022 21:03:17 GMT -5
"You've taken the power of a Goddess, though that may not be enough to save you. Fear not. It is as your Grandmother would have wished, but know this. If you die, this realm and everything in it dies with you. The solution is simple, you just need the resolve to take it."
Seraphina's eyes would grow wide, her spine straightening as a chill crept up it. Those wings that had appeared earlier that fluttered with warmth now shuddered as her Mother's voice reached her ears.
"What did you say?"
She'd turn to look in the direction of the voice but no one was there. She stood, looking outside to where Lilith had once stood, watching over Rieta and Mia, finding her missing from that location as well. Had she done that? If so it was accidental. Green eyes held a bit of a glow as she looked around for the tale-tell signs of weave strings that connected her Grandmother to the realm. Nothing. There was nothing left. What she was looking at was just a husk, a beautifully resting body of a former Goddess that held no life and no magic. Fingertips lifted to her lips. What had she done?
That very same moment what felt like a muscle spasm would hit her stomach. Her hand would reach down quickly to rest upon her left side, feeling it again. One of the twins was kicking.
"Don't worry. Momma's got this."
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Mia just blinked as Rieta disappeared. She'd look over to note that Lilith had vanished as well and she'd furrow her brows. Something felt different. Perhaps strange. She'd reach up to scratch her own head and finally just shrug, pinpointing it to Rieta messing with her balanced imbalance.
She walked over to her Brother then, wrapping an arm about his neck, placing his hand on the small of his back and then swinging her legs up so that he'd catch her.
"Shiny! Lets go be bad guys! No... wait... wrong fandom. Pain is a thing of the mind. The mind can be controlled. No... still wrong. Oh! The galaxy writhes in chaos and disorder!"
She'd laugh maniacally and shake her fist to the sky.
"But first... food? That was it, right?"
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Post by Balthaxar on Sept 14, 2022 14:59:54 GMT -5
Balthaxar got a whiff of the fae creature in the form of an elk as it disappeared over the ridge. "Hmph. Stinks. Probably gamey too..."
He would pick up the pace and bound straight into the lab at an unnatural speed, avoiding Morsus and Mia for the moment. He had decided that food was more important than idle banter.
The Greymelkin jumped up on one of the dining hall tables in the cafeteria, bouncing from table to table. As he walked, glassware and silverware placements were conjured into existence.
"Hm... I don't remember that spell being activated... Hm?"
He pondered. This was some real Harry Potter type shit here. He continued to the kitchen. There was already a large pot on the stove that contained something.... No one was around so he peered through the glass lid. It was just cold pot roast.
"Ew. I wonder who's been here recently?"
The pot couldn't have been but a few days old, the food did not seem to have gone bad.... and would have been free game if Balty ate red meat. Instead, he turned up his nose and moved on to approach the food replicator. The device seemed out of place in such a magic-dependent realm. Balty had depended on the one installed in the Grand Library. This was what he was used to, though the taste of actual oceanic creatures couldn't be beaten by a soulless piece of fish.
"Sole-less. Heh heh heh. Okay, I'm glad nobody heard that. That's corny even for me..."
The infernal cat's slinky tail curled up as he tapped a few buttons on the strange device with his paw. It whirred and presented a large pinkish slab of baked salmon with lemon juice, steaming hot. It sure seemed real enough to him!
"Fuck yes!" His feline eyes danced with yellow light as he engorged himself on fish, right there on the counter. He was making a huge mess with the salmon skin, but he couldn't exactly use silverware, so it went without saying.
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Post by darkheart on Sept 17, 2022 9:30:59 GMT -5
Morsus would catch his sister, though his wolfish smile would not come. Rieta's words still burned like a phosphorus grenade in his brain. It had been many years since he had discovered his gift. As a small child in the desert and mostly alone, he'd made a small friend. She was a desert Nomaad and their tribe had taken him in. She'd disturbed him in his sleep, and when he awoke in fear and anger, he'd touched her. While he didn't understand what had happened, his gift had manifested and she had been pulled apart on a molecular level, turned into an infinite string of linear atoms and thrust like a needle through the fabric of time and space. It had only caused a minor tear, but many of the tribe were pulled into the infinite quantum flux, forced like a tomato through a mail chute into the void of nothingness before the universe healed itself. It was then that he'd decided he would be alone in the desert forever, and where he'd gone dark, becoming a predator and mercenary. He'd lived like an animal until Mia and Deux had found him. The past two years had been full of family and acceptance, but at the words of Rieta that safety and comfort melted away, the memory of how dangerous he was to everyone around him coming back. Was it for this reason that Vespyr had killed him? His brother was empirically practical. Sure, Vespyr had wanted to rejoin the soul fragments and become a complete being, but from what he'd learned in Nihilano's library, there were other ways to do that in which Vespyr could have used his magic. However killing two threats with one stone would be Vespyr's style. Clean, efficient, logical. Perhaps he should be dead. It was certainly better for the safety of the sister in his arms. For the mother he'd actually formed feelings for.
Later. He'd think about it later. He'd agreed to help Lilith, and for all his chaos he was loyal and true to his words. There was work to do. Kissing Mia on the forehead in a moment of tenderness, he then dropped her ass in a pond next to the trail. While he would want to hunt, he didn't know where they were going or how long they'd be there. Moving to the food fabricator, he'd generate two pouches of jerkey and dried fruit. He'd then move the molecular atomizer and create 3 camelbak backpacks which he would fill with clean water.
Moving back to Lilith, he'd hand her two satchels of food and a backpack. He'd suit up with his two satchels and pack and leave Mia's next to him for when she was finished cursing and drying off. His voice was cold and distant, hard and focused as he spoke to Lilith with determination.
"Let's get this done, already. I'm tired of prepwork. Let's go kill who needs to be killed, find who needs to be found and get that oversized asshole who wouldn't return my call - not that he deserves it."
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Sept 24, 2022 0:12:24 GMT -5
"Awww. Look at...YEEP!"
Mia was about to make a cutesy remark about the kiss upon her forehead but instead found herself ass first in a stream that ran along side the path.
"C'mon man! Not fair! Even my socks are wet! Mother fucker!"
She'd grumble and gripe, hauling herself out of the water and plopping down upon the ground to take off her boots, letting her brother walk on without her.
Lilith had heard enough from Rieta. After the vision of Sunfire's Mother had dissipated she went about her work. The slumbering oathbreaker and his effects were moved, with a wave of her hand the shadows enveloped him and transported him elsewhere. She'd continue on to her office within the grand hall, opening a cabinet and collecting several empty containment vials. She'd remove an amulet from a large golden box, the ruby glinting as it was exposed to the light. She'd give it a dispassionate glance before slipping it around her neck and tucking it down into her shirt.
She'd shadowstep again, emerging from the shadows of the cafeteria. Lilith caught sight of the cat, engorging himself upon replicated salmon. She'd gently run her hand down his spine from his shoulders to his tailbone.
"I am pleased to have you returned. We depart soon. I assume you are coming kitten? Meet us in the lab."
Once more she would meld away into the shadows, teleporting herself back to the lab before Morsus and Mia had a chance to return. Her productions had ceased, and using the information gathered from the library of Denier she had created several denominations of the Galactic credit standard. From another replicator, clothes made to fit herself, Morsus, and Mia in the style of those worlds
Lilith would have already changed by the time the twins returned with the food. She wore black leathers with a black hooded robe. It fit her aesthetic and was very reminiscent of her usual attire when she served under Munroe in Krythal.
She would be hunched over a work bench, putting the finishing touches and what could easily be described as the hilt of a lightsaber. She'd look up, nod to Morsus and point to the pile of clothes upon one of the work benches.
"Not that he deserves it.... Of course. Suit up and we're on our way."
Mia would slide in behind her brother, quiet and still salty from being dropped in a pond. She'd make no remark, just go to the pile of clothes and sort through them, mumbling that at least they were dry.
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Post by darkheart on Sept 24, 2022 9:40:46 GMT -5
Morsus would look at the plain clothes, dropping trousers shamelessly and grabbing a white cotton shirt and brown leather pants and suiting up very simply. Catching Mia's muttering, he rolled his eyes.
"It's not like you can use your bioempathy to dry off or anything, you soggy twit...."
He'd shoot her a wolfish half smile, then move over to the material compressor and 3D printer. Flipping through the metal components, he'd scroll through options. Titanium, Steel, Molybdenum. No, no, no. He'd finally come to a rare metals file and expand it. There was one that caught his eye - Beskar. He would select it and quickly step into a full body scanner. It would light up red, then move laterally and horizontally over his frame. The room would suddenly be filled with a near unbearable heat as the 3D printer forge kicked into action, and over the next few moments a chest plate, forearm plates, thigh and shin plates and a helm would be printed out and then quenched. Tapping the electostatic painter, the silvered metal would be coated with a deep crimson with black tiger claw marks across the helm and chest. Suiting up, he would pull on some black leather boots and gloves, then move around to ensure he had flexibility and mobility. Lastly, he would type in some specs and a large beskar kukri would be printed out. Grabbing a back sheath, he would sling it over his shoulder between his back and camelbak pouch and slide the blade in.
Turning his head back and forth, then moving his chin up and down, one could almost hear the smile in his voice as he turned to Mia.
"Dude...this metal is amazing! I don't think I'm ever going to take this helmet off!"
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Post by Danü Rèalta on Sept 25, 2022 19:06:52 GMT -5
"Well I can't here...." She'd snap back and just stick out her tongue.
She'd sort through the clothes, also not bothered by undressing in front of others, though her gaze would linger upon what her Brother was up to curiously.
"Do not worry. I am certain your abilities will return once we leave here. BioEmpathy is not magic. I do not know if the weave will be present in this world but true innate talents should still work."
Lilith would say idly as she played with her own psionic abilities. Psionic blades were handy in a pinch but it was not something she used often. She'd flick her right wrist to form a dagger, flicking the blade into the floor of the lab and watch it dissipate, yet still leave the indention from where it struck. With her left hand she's form a longsword, spinning it in her hand as if it were a real blade before opening her palm fully to allow it to vanish from her grasp. Finally she'd take up the handle she had been working on. With a thought the blade would extend. It would glow a little different than what was shown in the movies, the core was white with the edges flickering a dark purple. Thanks to the focus crystal she had inserted the psiblade wouldn't just cut, it would also burn as it amplified the energy Lilith focused through her hand. It was not quite the same, but she doubted anyone would question it. Except for the two in the room.
"Shouldn't it make noise?" Mia would ask curiously, her attention clearly diverted between what Lilith was doing and what was being printed by her Brother. It was beginning to take shape and her little black heart just couldn't take it.
"Should it?" Lilith looked at her curiously. Psionics was not exactly a gift that produced noise, unless one were projecting thoughts into another's head. She'd withdraw the energy out of the blade and the light appeared to descend back into the handle.
"I had absorbed some of the information from the Library of Denier. I vaguely remember a mention of noise. But Psiblades do not make sounds. I only see it as an issue if we encounter someone familiar with the actual blades on this world. As I understand it, they are rare."
Mia shrugged. Perhaps she had a point. If the movies and books were accurate, Order 66 took out most of the Jedi. There only seemed to be a handful of Sith and they were all high ranking officers of the Empire. Majority of people had probably never met or seen a force user. But that wasn't what held her attention now.
Morsus' armor had come off the printer. She practically vibrated with excitement and maybe a little jealously that she hadn't thought of it first.
"OMG YES!!! ME TOO ME TOO! Same clan!" She'd bound over to the printer, basically have it repeat the same order but with new measurements. She'd excitedly hop into the body scanner.
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Post by darkheart on Oct 1, 2022 12:04:00 GMT -5
Morsus would chuckle as Mia stepped into the scanner and the room heated up again. He'd punch a few new lines of code specs into the 3D printer, then step away. Moving over to Lilith, he'd circle her slowly with an approving nod. He didn't think anyone would notice the lack of sound when staring her down. She seemed formidable, and the purple edge to the saber would give anyone pause from what he knew in the archives. Only the strongest Jedi wielded purple sabers. As Mia's armor came off the line and quenched, the other gear would finish printing. Helping her suit up, he'd move to the item he'd made for her with a devious chuckle. Hefting it onto her back, he helped her tighten the straps as the jetpack with twin extruding rockets settled nicely on her shoulders. Punching her hard in the shoulder, he watched as the armor absorbed the shock with no transferred force and grinned, shaking his hand against the pain of striking it. Nodding appreciatively, he turned to Lilith.
"I think we're ready, Darth Libidine. Do I need to make a suit for the cat-thing, or are we ready to roll out?"
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Post by Balthaxar on Oct 4, 2022 10:19:18 GMT -5
Balty shot out of the kitchen to rejoin the others, overhearing Morsus.
"Nope. I'll change form once we get there, so don't bother. Whatever you make won't fit once we arrive." He shook a bit and stretched. "I'll do better to improvise when we get there."
His eyes narrowed as he trotted alongside Morsus and Lilith towards the portal.
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