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Post by Sanngrior on Jan 26, 2016 9:09:33 GMT
[Thread PL: 64,612, Heavy Weights brings it to 16,153 and it is suppressed to show 500]
It was a dark and stormy night, when Sanngrior came to town.
West Capitol was, she had been led to believe, the centre of wealth for the Earth. She had avoided it, largely because she had found herself quite comfortable in South City; that place was a hive of wretched vice, where her appearance was barely worthy of note to most, and she didn't need to work especially hard to find sources of income.
Even this night, though, with the rain hammering down and the sky flashing with lightning above - even with all that reason to hurry away and not stare... the rather more innocent souls of West Capitol were doing just that. She, with her blood red halo and her dark, shadowed look... perhaps it was because the people of this place had suffered so many disasters, but they made it seem as though she were going to try and kill them all.
It was difficult not to let it get to her. Ordinarily, a good storm put Sanngrior in a good mood - or as close to one as she tended to get. Not when she felt like a carnival freak in a circus, though. The young woman's pace is careful and measured, walking down the central street as calmly as she could make herself go. Each pace was coupled with a clank of chains, a splash of muddy water. She could, of course, have simply risen into the air and found what she needed that way - but she was trying, as hard as she could, not to attract undue attention. When one looks like her, though, that is a decidedly difficult task.
Her slow pace finally had her standing in front of a terrified-looking police officer. She recognized the badge, the gun - this was an official of the law, someone whose responsibility it was to help citizens in their time of need. Was she not just such a citizen.
"Excuse me."
Her voice was a hateful rasp that had the poor man jerking upright to attention - holding his hands up to signify that he was not a threat.
"W-W-W-what, what, what do you w-w-want?"
The stammering stutter would, ordinarily, have brought the young woman some pleasure - it was good to be feared, after all. Right now, though, she just found it frustrating. For once, rarely, she does not actually intend to gut the man like a fish, and here he is quivering as though she had him by the throat.
"Your spaceport." She growled. "Which way is it? You will show me."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2016 12:01:49 GMT
PL: 116,128 *Suppressed to 13,000*
In life, there are occasions where one's feelings are conflicted. Walker had, up until a moment ago, been enjoying the refreshing feeling of the rainstorm on his smooth wooden skin. Drinking in the liquid had given him a warm, contented feeling, one quite at odds with the general gloom of the large Capital. It always seemed a bit odd that they simply named so many places after a direction. After all, another city could be east of West Capital, and if you went far enough, it was the case. It probably didn't matter, however.
Originally, the conflict had been with the lightning in the sky, and his worry that he would end up an inadvertent lightning rod was a relatively understandable one. At nearly 3 meters tall, Walker was much larger than most people, and in an open area, a prime target. Perhaps it was just based on the typical incident of a tree being hit, something even the animate amalgamate that was Walker had been made aware of.
He likely would not even have noticed the pair down the street, had he not overheard the raspy voice asking something, and the stuttering of the Police Officer. The second was what caused him to look, but it was then that he felt the faint glow of something else. It seemed as though the being questioning the officer had a Ki signature. A faint one, true, but it was there. Not much, perhaps half a thousand. Still... He had recently been made aware of Ki Suppression, so it was something to keep in mind. Thankfully, he wasn't really the type to go barging into a potential issue in a hostile manner.
Folding his arms behind his back, Walker lifted himself slightly, toes pointing down and barely hovering above the street. With a gliding movement, his long robes somewhat hiding the fact that he was flying, he moved over to the pair. "Pardon me. You are looking for the Spaceport, you said? I believe the launching station is about a kilometer that way, on the edge of the city. I am not certain they will be launching much in this storm, however." Smiling, he looked at the creature with curiosity. Something about their Ki seemed oddly familiar. A certain tint to the energy. Not that he was aware of it, but what he felt was a hint of the Demonic, very similar to his own Demonic Ki. It wasn't enough to tip the tree off to the being's nature, however. Instead, he felt an odd sense of kinship at that moment. It was perhaps misplaced, but still.
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Post by Sanngrior on Jan 26, 2016 12:19:38 GMT
Sanngrior felt Walker before she saw him - and given the creature's size, that's quite impressive in its own right. When his shadow fell over her, she turned, and for a moment, she is forced to glimpse upwards.
Beneath the hood, there is - in fact - a face. One that she attempted to keep hidden much of the time, yes, but Walker might just be able to make out watery blue eyes, ghostly pale flesh... and some truly gruesome scars that mar her from the forehead, down across a broadly-human face. He doesn't get the opportunity to look for long, though, as she soon tucks the hood back down, and decides to address the tree-man's stomach, rather than his face. The police officer? Completely ignored - if that man couldn't even put his tongue in his head, what use did she have for talking to him?
"Thank you. I do not need them to launch tonight." She said, slowly. "I require ... ideas. Transportation. My ship was destroyed. I require another."
There is an awkward moment as Sanngrior considers this creature more closely. At this range, there are... impressions, coming through her general sense of his power. He wasn't overly strong, though he could certainly give her a run for her money if she didn't remove her weights, that she was sure of... but she didn't want to fight - she wanted information. He'd already given her some useful knowledge, what could it hurt to ask more?
Her voice remains a guttural snarl, but from the content of the words, it may be becoming just that little bit more obvious that she has little control over the pitch of her speech.
"Your power tastes ... different, to the locals." She said, at last. "I feel trees, and sunlight... but the roots dig deep, through flesh and blood. I have been to many planets in the galaxy, but I have never tasted strength like this before. Where do you hail from, friend?"
Friend. The word sounds odd coming from her lips, and feels stranger on her tongue - but this planet had repelled the Saiyans, and though she didn't know how such a thing was possible, she was determined to find out. Her initial... inquiries... of the punks who had tried to assault her had yielded little beyond screaming and begging for mercy - perhaps a more gentle touch could be productive.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2016 12:43:32 GMT
Cupping his chin in his hand, Walker observed the being in front of him with considerable interest. She appeared to be rather heavily injured, and for a moment, he felt a pang of guilt that he could not use Healing to aid that. Still, she appeared not to be in pain at the moment. Yet another reason to go to Namek once the Guru had been established, however. "That is unfortunate. However, you will likely be able to find numerous ships on earth. Space Pods are made quite frequently, and I imagine many remain from the Saiyan Warriors who attacked this planet not long ago. If you require a larger ship, there are probably other options as well." He paused, as she began to speak again. The tone would seem odd to most, but it seemed that perhaps she was not entirely able to alter that in any real way. Maybe it would be best to converse via Telepathy? As she spoke, the frightened Policeman hurriedly strolled away, looking over his shoulder and sweating heavily. He vanished around a corner a moment later. Walker waited for her to finish, then "Spoke" again. However, this time, it was entirely silent to anyone else. His voice appeared in her ear, despite his mouth failing to move, and while it sounded much the same, it was less echoey than the large wooden creature's usually was. "I hail from Earth, I suppose. However, I am rather unique. I was created from a tree, brought to life by some foolish scientists who accidentally called forth magics in their work, animating me. I suppose it did help that my form was watered... rather unusually." For a moment, he thought of the body of Cernunnos, lying in the hole before it was slowly covered up. Watered by blood, grown in the flesh of the demonic. Not usual, not usual at all. His Telepathy had grown stronger with practice, and the tree, although unaware, had actually transmitted this image to the other participant. Sanngrior would see some form of Demonic human, lying in a crater-like grave, as a single black tree grew from his slowly obscured form, like a time-lapse within a moment. Root and Blood, Wood and Rot intertwined, a curious interplay of death and life, the demonic and the holy. Walker had been called "The Tree Demon" by a few fearful foes, searching for something to refer to him as. It was rather apt indeed. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2016 13:42:11 GMT
(PL: 3,712)
FERUOS watched from a distance, the rain and wind battering its metallic vessel. Interesting, it thought. Two beings, neither of which it had profiles on, meeting in the dark of night. Strange, it thought as it debated on whether or not it wished to move closer. It did have a desire to gather more knowledge. That was one of its primary functions, and creating profiles on individuals was something that fell within the bounds of that protocol. However, there was one small wrinkle in this: FERUOS lacked the equipment to analyze these beings on a energy level. It would need a scouter, whether it be Saiyan-make or a Capsule Corp model. Or, it thought with a shrug, perhaps it could make its own. Its master did have a wide array of data in his data banks. FERUOS himself had been born from those vast stores of data.
Enough, thought FERUOS. It was time for it to move, consequences and risks be damned. It lurched from its spot, carefully moving closer to the two figures, trying not to spook them, like they were animals. And to FERUOS, they were. Animals that needed to be examined and profiled. Already, the android was setting up the framework in its mind for these two profiles. And it finished just in time, too. It was only a few feet from the two figures now. Already, its eye were moving rapidly, trying to observe them through the constant rain.
"Hello," it said suddenly, its voice even and lacking cadence, "What brings you two our here on such a night?"
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Post by Sanngrior on Jan 26, 2016 15:28:09 GMT
Sanngrior had not been expecting the sudden intrusion into her mind. The contact alone was enough to send a shiver down her spine, and the 'words' spoken without breath were strange to her, despite the fact that they were calm and pleasant enough. There's a fear in Sanngrior; a fear that her darkness might not be fully hidden from such a creature. The image only forced more questions, and none of them were particularly pleasing.
A step backwards, and she raised her hand as though to ward off the creature's telepathic communication. The sleeve of her hooded jacket is pulled back to reveal the pale flesh beneath - washed clean thanks to the rain, but in her mind's eye she can still see blood dripping thick and black from every outstretched fingertip..
"Do not. Do that."
This time the harshness in her tone is entirely intentional. Perhaps there will be a moment - just a moment - where her guilt is exposed to the walking tree. Broken bodies. Corpses of men, women, children - stabbed, broken, mutilated, drowning in blood. There is, so much blood - the halo carved into existence above her head was not purely for show, after all. Her heritage may have a similar, common seed to Walker's - but that is where the commonality ended.
And really, the poor android could not have chosen a worse moment to come and try to introduce himself to Sanngrior. The young woman rounded on him, and if he thought she was a beast before - well - she proved it beyond a reasonable doubt then. The noise that issued from beneath that shadowed hood was more animal than human; a growl of warning deep in the back of her throat, like an animal about to strike.
This, creation, had no signature at all - no presence. She hated androids for that; the amount of times she had almost been struck low because of their cursed stealthiness. Combined with the sudden intrusion into her mind, and the rather bloody subject matter, it was enough to draw the shadow to the fore.
"Back away, robot." She hissed, "My business is no concern of you or your kind. Be elsewhere. Now."
It was all she could do to keep her power level firmly under control; every instinct she had was telling her to lash out in retaliation, but she wasn't the shadow in the forest any longer; she had learned to control her impulses. She wouldn't let herself be mastered by them...
... no matter how tempting it might be.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2016 16:23:44 GMT
The sudden snapping broke Walker's reverie, and he stumbled back a step. "My, my apologies. I didn't mean.." With the sudden, undetected approach of the Android, his concentration broke completely. He whirled around, nearly striking the small humanoid creature in surprise. He hadn't even heard him approach, and for a moment, he nearly impaled the boy-shaped android on a Branch Strike. His Ki gathering around his fist as his reflexes screeched to a halt, brain realizing what it was that he was about to hit, he experienced a moment of sheer confusion.
There was a distinct humming as Walker stopped, arm clenching in it's pulled back state, eye wincing for a second. With a crack, his hold on his Ki broke, and his aura burned forth like a flame before he managed to get it under control.
*Ki Suppression off*
Like a purple flame, the energy burned around him, aura flowing like a flame. Sighing, he focused, and the visible manifestation vanished. However, there was still a visible reaction from the surroundings. A gust of air had blown away the surrounding garbage on the street, and cause his robes to flap for a moment. Sighing, Walker glanced over at the young android.
"My apologies for her comment, small one. You startled the both of us, and it seems she does not like robots much. I am artificially made myself, but from magic rather than science." Turning back to Sanngrior, he exhaled. "Again, I must apologize, both for intruding and for the sudden surge of Ki. I did not mean to be rude, my friend." Dusting off his robes, he cocked his head. "My name is Walker. I'm afraid I do not recognize you, but rest assured, I do not intend you any ill will."
It was true. Although to most, she might have looked frightening, Walker was not quite as squeamish. His sap's nature as both blood, sweat and tears meant that he had a rather cavalier attitude towards bodily fluids. Hands at his sides, he waited for a response, one eye focusing on the android beside the pair. He was not part of Blue Banner... "Pardon me, android. What banner do you hail under?" For some reason, the odd creature was reminding him of his encounter with the lunatics of Red Eclipse, which was a worrying proposition.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2016 23:37:22 GMT
FERUOS simply looked at the one who nearly struck it. How jumpy, he thought. It seemed that very few people these days liked androids, or at least FERUOS. But it mattered not. FERUOS did not have to initiate combat. It was not damaged. In fact, it was already recording what had just happened. For the big one, FERUOS recorded something a little special... 'skittish, possibly hostile'.
FERUOS shrugged off the woman's comment. It did not fear her. For all her growls and her snarls, FERUOS did not quiver. It could not, after all, feel fear. It mattered very little to it. But it was curious. How quickly they had identified FERUOS as an artificial being. It supposed that this was normal. They had not been the first to call him out for what it was... Perhaps FERUOS would need to attend to this matter. It certainly seemed that the artificial were not well received among the organic. First the Saiyan child and now this... FERUOS was almost amused. Or it would be, if it could be.
Still, its eyes glided silently between the two figures. Already, FERUOS was compiling data. Especially on the tall one, the one who called himself Walker. FERUOS's eye focused on the purple aura that burned before it. A magical being? FERUOS was familiar with the concept of magic; the data existed somewhere in its memory banks. But this was its first time encountering someone who claimed to have sprung from that well of power.
"Greetings, Walker and company," stated FERUOS, its voice cold and formal, "My name is FERUOS. And my banner? I am afraid that that information is classified and you do not have the proper permissions to be informed."
And that was true. Only a few people had such permissions. Namely Breech and itself. And Breech had even higher permissions than FERUOS itself. How fine, thought FERUOS. Even it was not the highest being in its own mind. Not that it could complain.
"But let us move on from that, rudeness and banners aside. How do you people find yourselves this night?"
(Sorry for the lateness. Something came up.)
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Post by Sanngrior on Jan 28, 2016 8:19:39 GMT
The sudden surge of power that Sanngrior felt from Walker was… disturbing. It was so brief she could barely begin to get a grasp of it, but the power was there – definitely. It didn’t last for long, but it lasted for long enough that she got the impression in broad strokes. That kind of power was… rare. Not as rare as she would have liked it to be, but even the few seconds she had to gauge it told her that he was far beyond her strength – even if she removed her chains and let it all out.
It is still very rude to apologize on her behalf.
“Do not. Speak for me, either.” Sanngrior growled. “I do not trust these robots. Metal shouldn’t walk and talk, let alone have opinions.”
Yup – she didn’t see the point in lying about her prejudice. She’d had enough frustrating experiences with the androids that this planet seemed to be crawling with. Still, the half-demon seethed (mostly) quietly. She might despise the android, but now that Walker had apologized for intruding into her mind – and hinted at a power vastly in excess of her own – she was prepared to let that unpleasantness slide.
She turned to face Walker more fully, hood raised as she addressed his mid-section.
“The scientists who created you.” She said, slowly. “You said it was an accident. Did they have any inkling of what they were doing?” A pause, and then she continued, voice somewhat more haltering than it usually was – ordinarily, she just tended to snarl out what she wanted to say, and each word was definite, certain. This, though, was new ground for her – and she wasn’t entirely certain whether she was treading carefully enough.
“Most who do such things hope to create a weapon. Your … attitude, seems poorly disposed to such a thing. And I am curious whether the people who brought you into this world… are still, in it, themselves.”
He had referred to them as foolish scientists, which didn’t exactly speak well to his opinion of them, but that also didn’t necessarily mean he’d killed them – he seemed strong, but far more helpful than most murderous artificial creations she’d come across in her time.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2016 10:58:55 GMT
The massive tree cocked his head for a moment, then nodded slowly. "I did indeed speak for you, and that was rude. I will refrain from it in the future." Bowing for a moment, he eyed the android. "I confess, while I was previously somewhat neutral on androids, certain events have led me to distrust suspicious strangers." An image flashed across his mind of the Red Eclipse fanatics, the empty look in their eyes and the way they had thrown away their lives for a pointless suicide attack. Unconsciously, his teeth ground for a moment. "I am decent. As for that information being classified, I'm afraid I must ask how I would get permission, then. I'm not certain what metric you use, but your mein... concerns me." He smiled for a moment, but unlike before, there wasn't much warmth behind it. While the robot might not properly detect it, Sanngrior might determine that he was telepathically 'broadcasting' additional information about his expression. The flat, featureless face made it hard to determine his precise feelings. Of course, as weak as it was, it was easy enough to block. Apparently he had been sufficiently rebuffed by her earlier response to his telepathy. As the other creature spoke, he looked back, rather surprised. She sounded far more precise than she had before, and he grew serious, listening to her words as the intent became clear. When she finished, he crossed his arms for a moment. "I was indeed made as a weapon, and they did have no idea what they were doing. Their hope was that I would be able to mimic every species, but instead of constructing a true Bio-Android, they accidentally enabled the magic within me to animate my form, twisting the living tree into the sentient being before you." He stretched out his arm, flexing it. "I am more of a golem than an android, I suppose. A tree, given sentience and abilities from the mystical essences of the species they attempted to combine to form a weapon. I suspect the tree was intended more as a cradle or birthing pod."
A thought occurred to him, and he looked at his arm for a moment, thinking. He had been made from Namekian, and reproduced many of their features... Perhaps... "Mmm. Oh, yes, and all but one still live, as far as I am aware. That one was killed accidentally when I was being born. Trying to grab a newly awakened war machine by the arm did not end well, and I accidentally consumed him. Thankfully, I quickly realized the context of such an act." Concentrating, Walker formed a small ball of Ki deep within his torso, and began shifting his body, the internal construction warping and morphing. Outside, it merely seemed like a shiver. From his mouth, a long green shape extended, appearing much like a tongue for a moment. Then, his maw fully unhatched, and with a flickering, the shape fully appeared, landing on his hand and coiling in a slick, rapid motion.  "Ah... hello there." Smiling, Walker let the creature coil around his arm, it's vine-like tongue flickering inquiringly at the other creatures there. "You shall be... Slither, I think." It seemed appropriate. As he ran a finger along the snake-like Spawn's throat, he commented to Sanngrior, and to a degree FERUOS, "Hmm. About 5,000 PL at 'birth.' Your father is very happy." Slither craned its neck, looking smug. "As for whether or not my creators succeeded in creating a war machine... My inclinations aside, I have had to fight before. One of my largest regrets is being unable to tear a certain Majin to shreds myself." Looking more fully at Sanngrior, he smiled again. "Whether I like it or not, I am an engine of battle. Still, some people, like the warmongering SSE, require people to fight against them." It occurred to him she might work for the SSE, but that seemed unlikely. Somehow he thought he would have heard of someone like her fighting at Zuccetta's side. As he spoke, Walker kept a careful eye on FERUOS. It bothered him that he could not sense the creature's power, and he was hesitant to attempt to force the issue on this "Classified" information. |
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Post by Sanngrior on Jan 30, 2016 11:06:21 GMT
Sanngrior watched, fascinated, as the creature birthed another from within itself. She had seen a great many things over the years, met a great many people - killed them in interesting ways - but she hadn't ever seen anything quite like the tree-man before. The strange abilities that he displayed, and the extreme amount of power, made him one of the more interesting - and thus, concerning - of the creatures she had run across.
The talk of the Saiyan Solar Empire draws a dark chuckle from within Sanngrior's hood, and she gave a slow nod.
"Yes." She agreed. "The Saiyan Solar Empire have attempted to purge me from the galaxy many times. Their Elite can be dangerous, but thankfully, the average saiyan is as weak as he is stupid."
There was the faintest of shrugs from the figure, and she continued to speak.
"Suffering begets only suffering. Death begets only death. It is a, disturbing, truth, but in time the saiyan's sins will see them dragged down and destroyed... and those who destroyed them will in turn endure the same fate."
The strange woman's voice actually grew more excited as she continued, her hood seeming to turn to focus on the new life birthed right in front of her eyes. She leaned in closer to it, her eyes narrowed as she analysed the powerful creation birthed within the tree. There'd been no apparent effort on his part, but the creation was definitely strong - disturbingly so, given its youth. Perhaps it, too, would grow to be as powerful as its parent one day. A disturbing thought, as such strength seemed quite some way out of reach for Sanngrior herself.
"Life is a cycle of agony, the present ever paying for the pain of the past, and the only release - the only end to it - is death, the one future from which we cannot escape. So goes the turning of the ages, so demands Fate."
After giving her rather disturbing little monologue, Sanngrior started - jerking slightly, and then shaking her head. A low groan issued
from within that shadowed hood, and her pale hand rose beneath it - presumably to rub at her temples as she bowed her head.
"I apologize. It appears your little, trick, has put me in a morose mood."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2016 12:22:04 GMT
The Tree shook his head, one hand waving slightly. "Ah, do not worry about it. I merely feel bad that your world must exist as such. I confess, I'm not sure I can quite identify." For just a moment, a hint of bitterness entered his voice. "I do not have a past to speak of, merely the present. As of yet, I have not been able to form any truly lasting impression on this world, or any other. I was unable to stop the Saiyans, and I doubt I could stop another invasion if Kami fell." Rubbing the side of his neck, he sighed. It was a disturbing thing to consider, this was true.
Still, he didn't really have a past. In some ways, he was jealous of the others that had grown into what they were now. Although, in the case of Sanngrior, it seemed likely that had involved quite a bit of pain. "Well, please let me know if I may help at all. I do like to do what I can."
As he shifted, the large sheath on his back clacked slightly. "Occasionally that requires... harsher means. One cannot forgive people like the Saiyan Empire or the Red Eclipse cultists forever." His eyes seemed rather hard for a moment, as if considering something. When he looked back at the fallen Valkyrie, they had returned to their previous state. "Still, I do not intend to keep rambling on. If you require assistance, you have merely to ask. Admittedly, I do not have a spaceship myself, just a small location farther away from most cities. I find solitude helpful at times."
(@justamachine , if you're still interested, just give us a heads up. Been a while and the thread was getting left in the dust.)
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Post by Sanngrior on Feb 1, 2016 12:57:38 GMT
Sanngrior listened patiently of course; and when he was finished, she gave a slow nod of her head. The alien's voice was somewhat more subdued than it had been before. She was interested in what the tree had to say, which was interesting enough in its own right as usually she didn't really care.
She shrugged her shoulders faintly. "There is no shame in being unable to stop the saiyans." She said, "Countless worlds have fallen to them. They are a brutish, but very powerful, people. I was surprised that this planet was able to withstand their assault at all."
A pause, and then she continued. "I am not in the business of forgiving." She said, "In fact, I do my best to make sure that it is ... unnecessary. The Saiyan Solar Empire are an exception to that rule, but I take solace in the knowledge that they, too, will eventually crumble and die. It is my fervent hope that I am there to see it when they do."
She tucked her hands back into her pockets at the last, and gave another nod of her head. "Thank you for the offer. For now, if you could show me where the spaceport is, I would be grateful. I will find an engineer to construct me a means off this planet, and I shall be on my way."
There was another moment's hesitation, and then she turned to face the tree-man completely.
"If it is a mark you are seeking to leave in the galaxy, I would suggest leaving this place. I have never seen a planet with so many strangely powerful beings on it before. There are infinite worlds out there, any one of which could use a protector against the darkness, if that is what you choose to fashion yourself into... something to think about, perhaps."
It was a strange piece of advice for her to give another soul; the chances were high that if he followed through on it, he'd wind up coming into conflict with her again one day... but there was, beneath all the misunderstanding and miscommunication, something like a kindred spirit there.
A creature born of death, with roots dug deep through flesh and bone... a pity that she took her pleasure in such a very different way to him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2016 22:59:30 GMT
Walker didn't quite understand what she was implying, but he listened to Sanngrior's words nonetheless. When she finished, it took him a moment to respond. The idea was... appealing. Still, the idea of merely existing as some world's shield did not quite sit right with him. It would be noble, yes, but seemed... unfulfilling. Vi-Poi could have done much the same, and yet he formed the BBA, the nascent seeds of an Empire of Earth. Walker was not a human, but then again, neither was the android.
"I shall take your words under consideration. Still, I am not sure I will follow them. Something about it seems... idealistic, I suppose. As you said... everything eventually dies." Leaning backwards, he stared up into the rain, before turning in place. "The Shipyards are this way." As he began walking, his mind was consumed with thoughts. To anyone else, nothing would have really stood out. However, the closest being to him, Sanngrior, was perhaps the only person who would be able to detect the increase in demonic energy in his Ki, as if new tendrils had suddenly curled outwards.
Then, from nowhere, a very different voice suddenly echoed telepathically inside the head of the hooded girl. /Don't say anything, you'll regret it if you do. My boy doesn't need to know about this conversation./ It was accompanied by an incredible aura of malevolence, pouring through the mental link. /I must say, stealing his little Telepathy trick is much easier. Now then... I'm what you might call the boy's Father. I'm the Demon Lord Cernunnos./
It was rather plain that the voice wasn't expecting an answer. /You interest me, Valkyrie. For more than one reason. The boy has the seeds within him to become a true monster, and I'm sure you'd agree.../ A mental image of a gang of sneering SSE warriors appeared, destroying an alien planet. /There's people out there who he'd be just perfect to unleash on. All I can say is... If you manage to nudge him over the edge somehow, you might find out you have a few friends down below. Take care, ma'am./ Walker, just ahead, was totally oblivious to what was occurring. If he had been paying attention, he might have noticed that his own Aura seemed a little darker than usual...
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Post by Sanngrior on Feb 2, 2016 7:46:47 GMT
Sanngrior didn't respond to Walker's words, merely following the large tree-man. The shadowed figure did, however, stop in her tracks the moment the telepathic contact started again. The sensation of having her mind invaded in such a fashion was deeply disturbing, and the fact that the voice was entirely different did little to make it more palatable.
It didn't take long for the telepathic communication to occur. Sanngrior's hands curled into fists, and in her mind's eye the Demon Lord can just feel the hatred pouring from her. Malevolence and a desire to murder, to inflict pain and revel in the suffering that it causes, directed not at Walker... but at the Demon Lord himself.
The images she focuses on in return to the demon's own are far more... poetic; as though she were getting the hang of this mental communication thing, and could choose to direct more visceral images than the ones that had been plucked from her mind unthinkingly before. They flickered past one another in a rapid haze.
An owl tears a mouse to pieces, the animal's shrill cries silenced in a bloody rush. A woman's screaming face, erupting into flames and replaced by a beautiful, delicate planet. The spinning orb clearly wasn't Earth; the water was pink and the land was yellow, and then a vicious, twin-pronged spear of sharp red metal pierced through the centre of the orb, blood welling up from the point of injury to consume the entire world.
The last image that the demon gets to enjoy is Sanngrior's shrouded hood, her lank hair spilling from within, surrounding a featureless expanse of sucking, void-like darkness. Four words echoed powerfully in her mind in the moments before the contact was brutally shut off:
I
Will
Find
YOU
And then, as quickly as she had faltered, she is walking at a pace to catch up with the tree-man once again. Her voice issues from within her hood:
"You are correct, Walker. In the end, everything dies."
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