- Running on Adrenaline and Sheer Willpower.
- Trying to Stay Sane in an Insane World.
- Why Should Time Have Wings and Not I?
- Born in Wrong Comic Book Universe
~Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste. I've been around for a long, long, year, stole many a man's soul and faith.
So if you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, and some taste. Use all your well-learned politesse, or I'll lay your soul to waste.
I made Miburo cry on his birthday.
Reached Demon-God Status
My Cat Is Afraid of the Vacuum Cleaner
~Still Standing Building, Ruins of Eden's Industrial Sector~
"Let's see... Assuming you didn't just end up somewhere else entirely, or ripped to pieces, or permanently fused with something else, or rendered insane, or worse- because really, there's an almost uncountable number of catastrophically interesting things that could happen to someone that's been teleported wrong- all I'd probably have to do is drain a bit of your energy to make up the difference. I've heard that it's a rather unpleasant experience, though a survivable one- unlike the other stuff I mentioned."
Takeshi would feel a general pull on his body- not enough to actually move him, but enough to actually be felt.
"It looks like you're ready, and I've been ready for a while, so how about you just come to me."
The last three words sounded, and felt, like a command- one that his body couldn't ignore, whether it wanted to or not. Takeshi felt a second pull on him- of much greater intensity than the first- and suddenly he found himself in the middle of an open room made of thrice reinforced natural stone the size of a large stadium. The room was depressingly bare; the only other presence- living creature, object, or otherwise- that could be felt was Galimany's. She currently looked different than from when he saw her last.
"How do you feel?" she asked, only a couple of feet from where he appeared. "Hopefully everything's all in their proper places."
~For the truth lies, ever softly, within the heart of madness~
World of Civero: Shadows of the Djinnoa - Cerise
Something didn't seem right, a thought no doubt compounded by the fact that the front door wasn't properly closed. A brief inspection of the door frame showed that someone had kicked in the door. Had the riots gotten this far? Throwing caution to the wind in favor of concerned action, Rosemary stepped inside. The main entrance room looked like a tornado had been through once or twice for the various paintings and statues replicated from old world artifacts had been strewn and left broken across the floors and holes plagued the walls and floors. The most confusion aspect was the various bodies lying across the ground. Judging by their uniforms, they were once soldiers under Volkov who were the main cause of these riots. Question was, who had they encountered here? That question was soon answered by the heavy footfalls of one man as he emerged from the kitchen area. With tanned features reflecting a Polynesian heritage, he was large as a bear with various scars covering his massive, muscular frame and wore very little save for a pair of blue jeans and a bandanna covering the top of his head.
The two stared at each other a moment before Rosemary ran up to hug him. The man seemed confused for a few moments before he smiled and rubbed her head. "After all this time, you're still just a pipsqueak." "It's only been a few months, Mr. Bentley." She replied before letting go and stepping back to survey the surroundings. "So where is everyone?" "Your father let the entire staff go home before the attacks began and took your grandmother and them back to his workplace. Said it was safer or something alone those lines."
Looking back to him, she asked, "So, why are you still here? What about your family?" This brought forth a proud grin from the man, "You'd think I'd let some punks trample all over my flower beds? I'd couldn't call myself a gardener, besides, I doubt there's anyone left of Volkov's who could pose a challenge to my kids, let alone the missus."
Quote of the Month
"Stand back boy! This calls for divine intervention!...I kick ass for the Lord!"
- Father McGruder, Braindead
For the better part of an hour Casimir zipped around at multiple machs, building the necessary container for the matrix. As complicated as it had sounded when he read about it, it really wasn't all that difficult when you had a full lab at your disposal and more than the necessary equipment needed in order to build it.
He built a simple cube, about two inches by two inches, with a spiderwebbing of tech on it's outerplating and a holo-projector surrounded by even more tech on the inside.
In appearance it was similar to the cube he'd found in Mr. Lindström's briefcase, only it was a poly-alloy of hardened metals, gold and diamond every inch of it laced with enough memory and technology to store the accumulated knowledge of Eden and Mars.
Next came the neural interface chip.
Which didn't take much time to build, itself. It was a a network of three nano machines that would attach themselves to his brain and connect to a small, poly-alloy chip small enough to attach to the tip of his spinal cord.
The problem was getting someone to do the surgery he needed..
"Hey Richard..." He finally called to the AI.
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- Running on Adrenaline and Sheer Willpower.
- Trying to Stay Sane in an Insane World.
- Why Should Time Have Wings and Not I?
- Born in Wrong Comic Book Universe
"That...is not exactly lethal for me, actually. And if I'm not insane by now, I never will be."
Her choice of phrasing was...unsettling. He swallows hard and moves closer. Dismemberment he could handle, but women...Takeshi would feel a general pull on his body- not enough to actually move him, but enough to actually be felt.
"It looks like you're ready, and I've been ready for a while, so how about you just come to me."
He takes a quick step back. "I am *cough* intact. Why do you look different?"The last three words sounded, and felt, like a command- one that his body couldn't ignore, whether it wanted to or not. Takeshi felt a second pull on him- of much greater intensity than the first- and suddenly he found himself in the middle of an open room made of thrice reinforced natural stone the size of a large stadium. The room was depressingly bare; the only other presence- living creature, object, or otherwise- that could be felt was Galimany's. She currently looked different than from when he saw her last.
"How do you feel?" she asked, only a couple of feet from where he appeared. "Hopefully everything's all in their proper places."
Hey! No one's asking you to smell it.
Alexander Hawke
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