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[E] The Ride Home - Karl Jak - 08-22-2016
In 4 OOC days, you guys will arrive back at Syntech HQ. You will receive your awards and be ushered into teleporters to send you back to a verse of your choice (Nexus by default). After these 4 days, you are free to do as you please.
You may use this time to reflect upon what happened, if you so desire. It is not mandatory that any of you post in this thread, but if you do not, then assume after the waiting period that your character is chilling in the Nexus.
The Skype group will remain open until the close of these four days.
RE: [DA16] The Ride Home - Hiro Protagonist - 08-23-2016
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Another broken tooth zinged out from between Hiro's lips and pinged off the steel wall of the tugboat. The island was a fading sight in the distance, and he hadn't moved from this spot since he dropped into after watching Jason retrieve his mask fron the murky depths. What a fucking day.
All around the boat, the other survivors chatted, rested, huddled around themselves or stared into space. Deadpool was up on the bridge with Karl Jak, and Hiro could hear faint snatches about sponsorship deals and action figures and other meaningless things.
He couldn't wait to get home. He didn't even know how long it had been since he left at this point. Time was weird in the Omniverse. When he got back home, would Madotsuki still be there? Or....goddamnit, maybe it would have been too late and the rent would lapse. Shit. He could always recreate his gear, but he'd had more than a few projects running on autopilot while he was away. Not to mention analyzing the data on physical programs he'd gathered from Colonel.
Across from him, a few feet underneath the spot hed been spitting teeth at, was Okor's severed head. Someone had thoughtfully placed a bucket under his neck stump so that he wasn't stuck on the floor. The space marine's corruption was steadily turning the bucket even rustier than it had been before, if that was possible.
"So.....I could kill you right now, Okor. Claim a nice little bounty."
"Do try, Bounty Hunter. I invite you to attempt." He bared long, broken fangs that leake poisonous ichor. Even as a head, he was intimidating.
There was a pregnant pause.
"Nah. Wouldn't be fair. Plus....besides the brain eating, you actually acted....somewhat honorably. What did you actually do to get that bounty?"
Okor paused, and answered slowly. "I liberated an artifact from a public repository."
Hiro raised an eyebrow and let out a weak laugh. "You stole from a museum? I would have figured you murdered a hundred people, or infected a school or something. Speaking of which, where's your robot ghost friend?"
On top of his head, Hiro's goggles thrummed with energy, the raw omnilium residue slowly sinking into the structure and bonding with it....
RE: [DA16] The Ride Home - Okor - 08-23-2016
Despite his noticeable lack of lungs, throat, or generally anything, Okor coughed, tainted fluids flecking his withered lips as he looked towards the Samurai, finding the experience of someone towering over him novel.
"Do not speak so lightly of the Machine Spirit, Hiro." Hacked the head, speaking through pus-stained bristles, struggling to stare up at the Greatest Hacker, his monolithic horn obscuring half of the man's features.
"Machine spirit, huh?" Chuckled the codeslinger, spitting out a traumatized tooth at the bucket of rust and rot Okor's skull stewed in, grinning as he looked down on the primitive. "What, is that the closest your people ever came to artificial intelligence? Some kind of little sprite in your skull? The smartest thing in your armour was goddamn clippy!"
A skeletal arm clad in taut skin, still dripping with rancid corruption, emerged from the sludge in the receptacle, bony claws digging into the deck of the ship as a similarly emaciated body crawled from the bucket, the primordial soup rebirthing its corroded crusader. His spine bulged from a barrel-chest, a stark contrast to his hollow abdomen, the tentacular innards within writhing as great fangs slowly emerged to hide them from sight. It was a mockery of man and nature, hunks of ceramite slowly pushing their way through his dead skin, neural interfaces bonded with his nerves, a biomechanical abomination that simply refused to embrace a peaceful end. An eye filled with wriggling worms turned to face the digital daimyo, who had wisely taken several steps back from his reemergence. Ebon tusks, still cracked from the confrontation with the carrion hordes, bared themselves in a grin.
"Not... Quite."
"Mankind forged the Men of Iron." He took a lurching step forward, rot falling to the deck as he shaped himself, cracking his neck in an attempt to straighten a spine as warped as his worldview. "But only one survived the crucible of conflict. We still... Find ruins."
"We swore to never forge an Abominable Intellect again. Instead, we found the spirits of the Machine, and they found their... supplicants." He unclenched a fist, watching the synthmuscle and ceramite of his armour slowly ooze over desiccated flesh. "They were born into their homes of circuit and steel, not placed there. Every weapon is a shrine. Every battle tank a temple to the synthetic. Perhaps, they are lesser than whatever abominations of science you created."
He loomed over Hiro, grinning as his armour slowly forced its way through his pores, pockmarks of plate blemishing his jaundiced skin. "But give it Ten Millennia to glut itself upon the carcasses of Titans, to toughen its hides across a million worlds, and to... Immerse itself in the blessed tides of the Empyrean?"
His helmet slowly formed again, his mask of metal falling back into place as he spoke, the corrupted vox lending a suitably sinister cadence to his words, regardless of his spirit's absence.
"I'm certain you will find it... Different, than your freshly-forged demigods of untested scrapcode."
RE: [DA16] The Ride Home - Remilia Scarlet - 08-25-2016
Remilia had been quiet throughout most of the ride away from the detestable island, sat on the stairs that lead up to the cabin and staring at the tow crane that Gin had been stuck to. After they had fought off the masked serial killer and threw him into the depth, Remilia had leaped to his impaled friend to save him from the large blade stuck in his chest. To no avail, unfortunate, he was already dead before she could get to him. It had been heart breaking, despite her heart hadn't beat in centuries, to see the red head get so close to freedom only to be struck down at the last second. She had not wanted to part of him at first, a melodramatic grieving taken over her as the other survivors licked their wounds from the fight with Jason, but when her emotions simmered and her rational cunning returned she knew there was little reason to keep hold of the body. The fellow prime would presumably return at the Nexus like the others, and as sentimental as it might have been there was no reason to give the body a burial. Not that she was disrespectful as carried the body to the edge of the boat, still hobbled by the pain in her leg, but managed to let it fall into the water with only a bit of struggle.
But as she looked over the deck (and the antics of the fellow survivors), something seemed to bug her. Something about the fight. She had been throwing her spell cards out and when Miserible Fate-
It clicked. She had used a power she did not have before. Surprised turned to a wicked smile as she glanced over her wings. The two leathery appendages flapped, and the vampire floated up into the air. Rapturous yet sinister laughter overwhelmed everything as the scarlet devil soared into the air, no longer in the island’s field of influence.
“My power have returned!” She yelled out, fists triumphantly above her head “Now cower before me, mortal men, for I am what you fear in the dark!” She looked down at the others upon the ship...who near neithers cowering nor in hear. The young child tempered her enthusiasm and floated back down to the deck, cleared her throat, and pretended that didn’t happen.
RE: [DA16] The Ride Home - Karl Jak - 08-26-2016
Quote:All primes are officially returned to the Nexus as of this post. I reached out to a few of you with some details. Otherwise, you can infer that your character received a briefcase from Karl Jak and was pleasantly teleported from Syntech HQ.
At some point, I may edit this post to include in-character events, but my schedule became 1000% rougher. That may wait.
I want to once again thank you all for joining me this summer. I had a lot of fun, and I hope to see you all again in the future.
Smooches.
Love,
Karl Jak.