Post by Katherine on May 24, 2017 23:14:23 GMT
Kathrine "Ymir" Kuriza
Power Level: 11,812
Current Guards/Minions: The Ghost of Lizbeth Kuriza
Current Effects: Human Zeni Bonus
Word Count: 1,315
Character Count: 7,363
Power Level: 11,812
Current Guards/Minions: The Ghost of Lizbeth Kuriza
Current Effects: Human Zeni Bonus
Word Count: 1,315
Character Count: 7,363
Tick....
Tick....
Tick....
A feeling of pain and agony, the experience of unintentional waterboarding that dug through the skin of Kat's body. It was... melancholy at it's worst. But the feeling of water dripping onto her now exposed skin gave her the feeling of misery. She could feel it as she tried to dig her arms out of the machine she was laying in, half exposed to the environment, while the other half of the body was within the tubular machinery. A computed tomography machine by the looks of it, with a gleaming light that seemed to shine over her body from above every other day. Katherine lost count of the time that past, the clock in the room eventually breaking down. In reality she had been stuck in the confines of the room for weeks, living off of borrowed time until her captor returned. She was unsure how she even managed to get herself into such a predicament, but reminiscing only gave her headaches and a pain only describable as skinning someone alive.
This would have been her average for the next few days, until a break in the paradigm seemed to occur. Her restraints lifted, the buckles gripping her fleshy wrists released the Bio-Android. Flexing the muscles to ease the chronic sickening ripping. Her eyes, now unrestrained, gazed upon the full length of her room. It was sciencey, that much was for sure, with a large mirror opposite from her original table. It showed a picture that horrified her. The reflection of the dark room, tentacle like machinery tubed behind her figure as she stepped forwards towards the full body mirror. Slightly shattered, yet still exposing her current form. Something she dreamed of, something she wanted more than anything.... Perfection.
The shadowing gleam of light from the CT scanner gave a better view. The skin, smooth to the touch and cold as ice. Like a corpse it seemed. Blood trickled down from her cheek were the skin bruised to the touch. She was unhealthy it seemed. Her dead looking black eyes gave Kat a feeling of desolation. Emptiness. Humans had life... she looked like a corpse at best. A mark below her eye, like a streak of make-up digging down her face to her chin gave her some individuality. Something she loved deeply. Is this truly what she wanted to look like so much. This was her idea of a masterpiece? She only saw pain and suffering in the creature reflected by the mirror. The pulsing white lips pursing and unpursing. The gaze of a functioning set of eyes. A black jumpsuit that stuck to her like glue, skin tight with two breast pockets and leg compartments. She saw the weight of what she was used to, three grouped set of black marks against her back where her spinal cord would be. They seemed like whirlpools, two circulating groups of an odd material that dug deep into her back. Part of her. She touched it with her snow colored hand, watching a set of darker black tentacles crawling out. She could will them. Shape-shifting it seemed, though she did not know of having the ability to do such a feat. She had heard of before, even reading of the Shape-shifting kindergarten on Earth. But why was she able to do something like that, when she couldn't become her original self? It was a silent thought, something she could not bear the idea of digging up. Pushing that away, she looked around to try and find a way out of the room, feeling weak. She couldn't muster her fullest strength. A feeling, like that of a jolt hit her, before she could fully react.
"Wow, you finally got out. I was hoping to get some more peace for the next few weeks." The voice said ghastly, causing Katherine to immediately remember Aunt Lizbeth. "Let's go do something.
It has been annoying looking around here".
"You have been looking around through this place yet you didn't bother to wake me up or tell me how to get out?" Kat's angry voice echoed towards the black and crimson cat shaped ghost. It strutted for a moment, stretched, and dug one of it's supernatural claws into a panel. It flashed, revealing an open door a few feet away. The wall just seemed to disappear, and made a door shaped hole. She brushed her pitch hair aside and went through the gap, following the ghost. Lizbeth meowed and walked down the clean black hallways. They were unlike the disheveled room she was in, and was neat and tidy. Small obsidian colored staple tables and tube-based stretchers were there every so often. She walked a good distance before fight or flight initiated inside her mind. A weird shaped creature gazed down at the girl, before a large thud was head behind her. It was a absolutely black sword, or as close as her bio-mass could get to extremely black colors. It was large, a bastard sword it seemed, and the tentacles quickly grappled the weapon that fell from her body and forced it into her hands, her subconscious at work. There was no way she could fight with her current strength, and wielding the ungodly large sword with one hand hurt her wrist, which required her to use it with both hands. The grip was comfortable, and felt familiar. Unknowingly holding onto her bio-mass spear in the shape of a sword.
"What are you waiting for? Kill it. This thing ripped apart, like, four of the doctor people... things that were messing with these experiments. It needs to be put down."
"Yeah, I get it. I don't know if I can even hurt the damn thing"
"Just try. You'll do go-" The ghost was saying, before the first strike by the bear-like beast hit the side of Kat like a club. The poor girl was sent flying into the wall, denting the thick metal, and harming her now unprotected organs inside. They didn't function, but were vulnerable none the less. She swung the sword, slicing off a finger from the creature, causing it to reel back, before her martyr mind told her to dig the end of the blade deep into it's chest. Roars, cries, and the death of the mighty monster came into sight. Rearing it's head while the body fell hard into the ground.
"That... Went... Well... Kat wheezed, breathing in the uncomfortable oxygen. It was thick and painful in her unrequired lungs. Her fists dug into the handle before she forced into a walk, following the ghost as they made their exit out of the hallway.
The came into a large open room, a seemingly air-locked door system that was left open was sitting in the middle of one wall, with a deep glowing shine emitting. Sand was blowing through the latched open doorway, exposing the deserts outside. It's brown sand giving bad memories to the young woman. The numbing feeling of the sand on her exoskeleton caused her to shudder, before she took a few steps out into the large landscape. Luckily, she didn't have to worry about her feet, covered in a pair of thick leathery boots. Her black jumpsuit burned slightly as she went directly into the gaze of the spacial laser that was the star. She was still on Konats... Great.
"Te... Testing Chamber... Nine?" Kat's voice said lightly, looking at the sign above the door, slightly shrouded by a layer of sand based camouflage and with the sandstorm currently raging. It appeared that she was at some facility of sorts on the planet. They probably found her somewhere and brought her here. But why? She couldn't get it through her mind before Lizbeth called for her. They walked off into the deserts, needing to find a ship, or some place to hide. Maybe they could call upon a friend? Who knew.
[END]