satanael
it's showtime !
a story about androids between dev & nagi
what measure is a non-human?
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a story about androids between dev & nagi
what measure is a non-human?
satanael
it's showtime !
- Persona: Alecto
Rst: Fire / Wk: Curse
Arcana: Temperance
Skills: Agi, Bash, Patra
Next Skill: Sukukaja (Level 4)
Strength: 2
Magic: 2
Endurance: 1
Agility: 4
Luck: 1
Equipment: MK-100, AHG-100, Standard Chassis, Tactical Headset
Inventory: Recov-R (x3)
Profile: A 6th Generation Anti-Shadow Suppression Weapon. Idris has been tasked with overseeing the decontamination of the Ossuary site, located in Salt Lake County. She is diligent, mission-oriented, and not above sacrificing herself for the greater good. Equipped with a harpoon, Idris is built for close-range combat.
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Izanagi
Lightning Rod
Persona: Ascanius
| Physical (-) | Gun (-) | Fire (-) | Ice (Wk) | Electric (-) | Wind (Str) | Nuclear (-) | Psychic (-) | Bless (-) | Curse (Wk) |
Arcana: The Emperor
Skills: Garu, Lunge, Dazzler
Next Skill: Rakukaja (Level 4)
Strength: 3
Magic: 2
Endurance: 4
Agility: 1
Luck: 1
Currently Equipped: Sharpened Gladius (Right Limb), Combat Shotgun (Left Limb), Tactical Headset (Head/Built-in)
Inventory: Recov-R (1x), Ossuary Telemetry Kit (OTK, 1x)
Profile: A 6th Generation Anti-Shadow Suppression Weapon. Built both as a combat unit and as a mapper, Albus is eerily quiet, precise, and possessed of a work ethic that would put managers across the globe to shame. Though he make look unimpressive, his drive is enough to see him through most hardships. Albus is built for very close range combat, favouring a shotgun and bladed arm.
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Izanagi
Lightning Rod
Stone, soot, darkness, cloying, scratching, grabbing air thick with death. Take the first step?
Little silvery eyes in thick, velvet darkness. They juddered mechanically through the air. Clack, clack, clack, the little feet of a tin soldier on the counter top. The child's hand would have completed the scene, lifting the little soldier so that he might dance and spin through the air. Here in cold reality, he walked like the rest of us, muddling his way over the uneven stone beneath him. How long ago had all this been hollowed out? A different darkness festered here then. A cold determination to survive in a hostile new world. Now what lingered here was sadness, regret and the stench of fear. Fear had spun this new menace into being and only this little, silver tin can filled with false courage would see it unraveled.
They said the stairway was no more than fifty steps down. He counted four hundred so far. Four hundred and one. Four hundred and two, and still no end in sight. With every step the walls grew a little further apart, curving outwards to reveal a hungry darkness in the depths. A voice cut through the silence. Everything alright down there? Report. Albus stopped. Both eyes suddenly came alive with silver light, fluttering over their irises like sunlight over the sea: he was fine. He knew he was fine. All he offered was a nod of the head to his companion before he began on his way once again, letting them relay the information. Clack, clack, clack. Marching down into still darker depths. Maybe the stars would come out, sooner or later.
satanael
it's showtime !
Static crackled against her right auditory receiver. A stern voice echoed inside her head, evoking the image of a crisp black uniform and a gaze that could cut through steel. Idris did not pause in her stride as she answered through their communication channels, We've yet to enter the miasma. ETA: 10 minutes.
Every step was like rending the earth, leaving a sliver of an indent wherever her bladed feet met the soil. Down here, in the damp dank air, the ground gave way like lipids. Idris craned her neck to the left, craned her neck to the right, then stared straight forward. Flecks of copper dust shimmered in the air, naked to the human eye. For a machine built to kill, the air quality remained irrelevant. Yet the data was mapped and sent, executed by a subroutine beyond her control.
Tamp, tamp, tamp... Red warnings flickered across her HUD. "We're here." A thick red fog bellowed from the depths of the abandoned mine, blustering back and forth as though it held a pulse. Idris marched forward and stated, "Preparing for combat. Unidentified mass approaching at sixty-five kilometers per hour."
Every step was like rending the earth, leaving a sliver of an indent wherever her bladed feet met the soil. Down here, in the damp dank air, the ground gave way like lipids. Idris craned her neck to the left, craned her neck to the right, then stared straight forward. Flecks of copper dust shimmered in the air, naked to the human eye. For a machine built to kill, the air quality remained irrelevant. Yet the data was mapped and sent, executed by a subroutine beyond her control.
Tamp, tamp, tamp... Red warnings flickered across her HUD. "We're here." A thick red fog bellowed from the depths of the abandoned mine, blustering back and forth as though it held a pulse. Idris marched forward and stated, "Preparing for combat. Unidentified mass approaching at sixty-five kilometers per hour."
Izanagi
Lightning Rod
Not fast enough.
Think fast. The thought barely had time to sit in the darkness of his shell before a hand came sticking out of the fog, followed quickly by a head. The mask screamed. Another joined it, a second head - the image that came tumbling out of the crimson was horrifying. Two poor souls. So much pain to shoulder between them. Too much, even for the pair of them, that it boiled over into a singularly rancorous rage. And so it advanced.
It threw itself clear of the fog with ease, considering how quickly it was travelling. He wasn't able to dodge it. Hadn't been expecting it to leap like that. My fault. It was on him, one head butting at him like ravenous dog, screaming all the while, the other focused on puppeteering hands and feet to strike at whatever might be available. Despite his size, he was sturdy. A look of brief panic flickered across his face before subroutines began their work. In a fraction of a second, the shotgun barrel was full of fire and hungry light, his own personal star. Black blood and equally dark flesh spattered over the stone. It writhed. Death did not come to it. The conjoined creatures backed away, shadows gathering around it. Something's coming. The motors were slow. He stumbled. What damage the Shadow had done hindered him.
"Idris, move!" Desperation, in the first few moments. This was going to be hell.
satanael
it's showtime !
For what purpose were they made, other than to maim, dismantle, and kill? The open rhetorical faded into the red mist, abandoned by the need to live. Though, to call this living was a gross misuse of the word. Machines did not bleed, nor could they die. They simply were.
The Shadow came at her with an ear-shattering wail, flinging itself at her as though to impart its burden. Flames erupted from the vents at her shoulders. Embers caught on the Shadow's tattered cloak and the smell of charred linen permeated the air. The Shadow backed off and staggered about, miming the panic of a man set ablaze.
Her gaze flickered towards her comrade. "Albus, we should seize this opportunity."
The Shadow came at her with an ear-shattering wail, flinging itself at her as though to impart its burden. Flames erupted from the vents at her shoulders. Embers caught on the Shadow's tattered cloak and the smell of charred linen permeated the air. The Shadow backed off and staggered about, miming the panic of a man set ablaze.
Her gaze flickered towards her comrade. "Albus, we should seize this opportunity."
Izanagi
Lightning Rod
Shadows cannot die.
His movement was simple. Easy footwork, joints clattering and whirring, gears chattering. His right arm clicked loudly several times, as joints seized, panels opened. Within a matter of seconds what had been an innocuous piece of machinery was a keen instrument for killing. It was the kind of steel so sharp that if you really listened, you could hear the air splitting as it moved. Cut like gossamer, left to fall unceremoniously in the dance of battle.
He approached in three stages. First, a reactive lunge at Idris' command; he was already moving before the last syllable of her words had died. This was followed by an equally reactive duck. The thing screamed at the sound of rapidly closing machinery, pulling it's attention away from the terrifying thing that had filled it full of fire. Smoke filled the air. The stench grew worse as it flung itself. Shadow blood writhed on the floor. Tiny faces, grasping hands, the wish for freedom, the wish to be forgotten (remembered). Finally, he sprung from his crouched position. Steel spun easily through each figure. Weakened by flames, the cut was clean, and the thing fell to the floor in four chained pieces. Could that be called death? The pool in which it lay still hated like it had hated.
It's done. He walked towards the fog without looking over his shoulder. Programming didn't require validation, nor did it call for remorse. Approaching the fog. Ready on go. Idris swerved back into view as his head whirred about. The weapons he had been wielding had already vanished into him. Without them in hand, he looked as meek as he had before; his expression was blank like sea foam was blank. White, crisp, a pointless facade to hide something infinitely complex. Why had they even bothered with faces? He stared at her's all the same, eager without a hint of eagerness.
satanael
it's showtime !
The right to lead fell to nothing more than happenstance. First come, first to serve. A lapse in five seconds - the time it took to shuttle her metal shell off the assembly line - was all that stood between their designations. She accepted those five measly seconds, all too aware of the vast calculations that could have been committed within that window.
Acknowledging Albus' deference to her judgment, she forged onward with a rhythmic tamp, tamp, tamp... into the ground. Their footsteps were the only sounds in the darkness, the echoes their only friend. Given the minute delay in auditory feedback, Idris assessed that the passage was ever-widening. A maw into the shadows and More.
A sickening noise crunched beneath her skate. Idris raised her leg and set it back approximately two inches to the right. Another crunch. Her gaze fell. Body located. Marking coordinates.
Judging from their length and size, as well as the bone density, the shattered femur once belonged to a man in his 40s. Three hundred seventy-nine employee records matched this criteria.
Acknowledging Albus' deference to her judgment, she forged onward with a rhythmic tamp, tamp, tamp... into the ground. Their footsteps were the only sounds in the darkness, the echoes their only friend. Given the minute delay in auditory feedback, Idris assessed that the passage was ever-widening. A maw into the shadows and More.
A sickening noise crunched beneath her skate. Idris raised her leg and set it back approximately two inches to the right. Another crunch. Her gaze fell. Body located. Marking coordinates.
Judging from their length and size, as well as the bone density, the shattered femur once belonged to a man in his 40s. Three hundred seventy-nine employee records matched this criteria.
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Izanagi
Lightning Rod
A little box of lies, just like Pandora's.
Albus marched along several paces behind. The sound of splintering bone drew his attention to the body. A voice whispered into his ear after a moment's silence. Somewhere far away, jaws dropped, eyes squinted at silver screen's. Get to it, Albus. We'll need those readings.He took the little box attached to his back, no bigger than a fist. Antenna stuck out of it like some kind of mad bouquet. Part of him wondered why it was needed at all. Surely, they could have stowed this away in him somewhere? There were surely cavities to be filled with purpose. A few components moved about and it could've been stored right in his chest.
Clang, clang, clack. He didn't even notice as he stepped into the deeper part of the fog. Something changed underfoot, a little colder, a little firmer. Blood dripped in the peripheries of his vision. Again, in some far away box, a sense of unease spread like wildfire. Whispers began in every mind, but none were spoken to the two soldiers in the abyss. Once beside the body, he knelt, pressed several buttons, and the little box began it's job. Oscilloscopes shone neon green. One panel lit up with eerie, sea-blue light. He might have found it beautiful in a haunting way had he ever seen the sea. Looking up at his companion, he might have found her starlit hair beautiful, had he ever seen the stars.
"Thirty-six seconds. Is there anything out there?"
satanael
it's showtime !
Anything but them? Always.
Out of sight, out of mind did not apply here. That which could not be seen was as much a threat as something bearing down on them. Though they were equipped with state-of-the-art technology and could sense the presence of the Shadows, the scanners were not infallible. Man's folly was to believe in his ability to challenge the unquantifiable unknown.
Yet the numbers from Idris' read-out, transposed ones and zeroes, dared to dream. She flung herself in front of Albus, in front of the device, and flew across the chasm. Whilst airborne, she twisted her dented body until her feet were parallel with the ground. She skid against the soggy ground and bounded after the Shadow that had revealed itself.
Once more, it drew back a fist. This time, she was expecting it.
She wove under its arm and delivered a swift kick to its side, its gelatinous body giving way until there was nothing left to yield. A gurgle spilled out from the monster and it spasmed in protest while it reformed.
"Aerodynamics compromised by 18%." The divot in her chassis did not seem to impair any crucial functions.
Idris stood by, watching and waiting, discerning patterns and an opening.
Out of sight, out of mind did not apply here. That which could not be seen was as much a threat as something bearing down on them. Though they were equipped with state-of-the-art technology and could sense the presence of the Shadows, the scanners were not infallible. Man's folly was to believe in his ability to challenge the unquantifiable unknown.
Yet the numbers from Idris' read-out, transposed ones and zeroes, dared to dream. She flung herself in front of Albus, in front of the device, and flew across the chasm. Whilst airborne, she twisted her dented body until her feet were parallel with the ground. She skid against the soggy ground and bounded after the Shadow that had revealed itself.
Once more, it drew back a fist. This time, she was expecting it.
She wove under its arm and delivered a swift kick to its side, its gelatinous body giving way until there was nothing left to yield. A gurgle spilled out from the monster and it spasmed in protest while it reformed.
"Aerodynamics compromised by 18%." The divot in her chassis did not seem to impair any crucial functions.
Idris stood by, watching and waiting, discerning patterns and an opening.
Izanagi
Lightning Rod
He watched the exchange thoughtfully rather than worriedly. The wet crunch of the Shadow's sludge slamming into the floor echoed through the darkness. A strange sound, distorted, echoing in ways you wouldn't expect it to, up there in the sunlight neither of them had ever seen. It's strangeness did nothing to dissuade him from his work, fingers flickering over switches and buttons with practiced precision; automatic precision, a skill taught to him in his making rather than in his life.
Her ability to read their adversaries far exceeded his own. There was no need to intervene.
"56% complete, waiting on the upload. We need less than a minute before we can move on." Lights flickered behind his eyes. Which path would be best to avoid further interruptions? He analyzed the data that was being sent, peering down into chasms, tunnels and aquifers of Shadow sludge, all constructed in this tangled web of numbers. "It's best to make a break for the east. There's a chasm in four hundred and fifty six meters. Deeper levels should be quieter. They won't expect us to have reached lower levels already."
The pile of sludge looming just out of sight, now sprawled out in the Shadows, breathed wetly. It approached more cautiously this time, mask turned up towards Idris as it reemerged from the darkness.
"63% complete." Albus stood and positioned himself between Idris and the device, a final line of defense should the Shadow make it's way past her. His shotgun was quickly in his hand once again.
Her ability to read their adversaries far exceeded his own. There was no need to intervene.
"56% complete, waiting on the upload. We need less than a minute before we can move on." Lights flickered behind his eyes. Which path would be best to avoid further interruptions? He analyzed the data that was being sent, peering down into chasms, tunnels and aquifers of Shadow sludge, all constructed in this tangled web of numbers. "It's best to make a break for the east. There's a chasm in four hundred and fifty six meters. Deeper levels should be quieter. They won't expect us to have reached lower levels already."
The pile of sludge looming just out of sight, now sprawled out in the Shadows, breathed wetly. It approached more cautiously this time, mask turned up towards Idris as it reemerged from the darkness.
"63% complete." Albus stood and positioned himself between Idris and the device, a final line of defense should the Shadow make it's way past her. His shotgun was quickly in his hand once again.
