09-08-2015, 04:51 PM
One moment, Nealaphh had been gazing into a seemingly endless maw of teeth and fury, and the next, there was only darkness and cold. It opened its green eyes beneath the waves, only to see the flickering silhouettes merging and diverging as the marines did battle with the massive beast. Nealaphh was dealing with its own issues, however. Namely, that it wasn't naturally buoyant at all, being made of a sort of black, stoney glass. As such, it was sinking rapidly. On the plus side, Rebecca was also nearby, desperately kicking her way to the surface of the waves and the rippling sun that beckoned her back to a chance at life. The god-mind concentrated and removed its unnecessary matter from the physical realm, allowing its now ghostly body to swoop back up through the water and into Rebecca's soul. For many normal beings, it would be quite startling to suddenly have your subconscious replaced by an infinite darkness, but for the Little Sister, it was like Daddy was coming home. With renewed vigor, the young girl kicked with all her might and popped back up above the water, taking in a deep breath.
The raging charchadon surged past, mere feet from the physically helpless girl, but the space marines tended to their glory and duty as expected, giving Rebecca enough time to grab an errant piece of flotsam to keep herself afloat. Nealaphh took the liberty of accelerating its relative movement in time in order to slow down the flow of events. The enormous shark was headed for the remains of the vessel, its jaws opened wide, ready to breach the surface of the frothing waves. Tartaros was half submerged and plugging munitions into its soft flesh, but this only seemed to irritate the monstrosity. The god-mind devised a plan, and was thankful that Okor was the kind of person that would not be terrified at the prospect of its efficacy. Once Nealaphh had successfully coaxed the plauge marine into the charchadon's gullet, the shadow briefly reassured Rebecca that everything would be okay before emerging from her tiny, shivering frame. Nealaphh would not face the monster head-on: battling such a titanic foe in its natural environment was not a winning fight. Within the slowed sphere of time, Nealaphh watched as the charchadon thrashed wildly, finally flinging Okor free of its mouth in a spray of blood and teeth. The beast was mortally wounded, for sure, but Nealaphh could sense more than enough vitality left in its thrumming muscles to dispatch all of them in short manner. The beast needed to be put down, and put down now.
Summoning what remained of its strength, Nealaphh reached out to Tartaros' mind, just a few meters away. The Luna Wolf was in the midst of drawing his fell chainsword, but paused as the presence of the god-mind enveloped him.
What are you doing?! Get out of my mind, daemon!
Allow me to lend you my power. We are all in danger if this battles persists.
At what cost? My soul? MY FREE WILL?
I have no reason to lie to you, Tartaros. Even if I did desire to take you as my own, it would accomplish nothing, given the circumstances. Besides, do you not trust your own willpower to be capable of dispelling my influence?
I am wary of you, shade. I see can feel how your power ebbs. Cross me, and there will be nowhere for you to run...but, let it be done.
As you wish.
With that, Nealaphh's black, incorporeal mist cloaked the Luna Wolf in a thick shroud, which summarily was inhaled by the immense man. As this happened, Tartaros' shining white armor shifted to adopt a gleaming obsidian polish. In kind, his helmet's facepiece cracked open to grant sight to the new, burning green eye that had sprouted beneath his more mundane oculars, though these too had taken on a virdian shine.
Tartaros could feel the control over his body. The shade held true to its word, at least for the moment. But his body, it was so much...more! Tartaros could feel the shifting of time and space. He could see the gaps in reality that permitted the eldritch feats of his erstwhile guest. The rotations of the stars in the sky, the exact angle at which to produce the most devastating cut...all this laid bare before him in an intuitive grasp of the true simplicity of the cosmos...and still there was more! Through Nealaphh's guidance, almost like a memory of his own making, the flow of time knelt at his boots. Everything appeared in slow motion, in detail that the seasoned warrior had never dared contemplate.
...and there was his prey. The charchadon seemed...almost quaint in this state of being. With an almost serene determination, Tartaros readied for this decisive final skirmish...
The raging charchadon surged past, mere feet from the physically helpless girl, but the space marines tended to their glory and duty as expected, giving Rebecca enough time to grab an errant piece of flotsam to keep herself afloat. Nealaphh took the liberty of accelerating its relative movement in time in order to slow down the flow of events. The enormous shark was headed for the remains of the vessel, its jaws opened wide, ready to breach the surface of the frothing waves. Tartaros was half submerged and plugging munitions into its soft flesh, but this only seemed to irritate the monstrosity. The god-mind devised a plan, and was thankful that Okor was the kind of person that would not be terrified at the prospect of its efficacy. Once Nealaphh had successfully coaxed the plauge marine into the charchadon's gullet, the shadow briefly reassured Rebecca that everything would be okay before emerging from her tiny, shivering frame. Nealaphh would not face the monster head-on: battling such a titanic foe in its natural environment was not a winning fight. Within the slowed sphere of time, Nealaphh watched as the charchadon thrashed wildly, finally flinging Okor free of its mouth in a spray of blood and teeth. The beast was mortally wounded, for sure, but Nealaphh could sense more than enough vitality left in its thrumming muscles to dispatch all of them in short manner. The beast needed to be put down, and put down now.
Summoning what remained of its strength, Nealaphh reached out to Tartaros' mind, just a few meters away. The Luna Wolf was in the midst of drawing his fell chainsword, but paused as the presence of the god-mind enveloped him.
What are you doing?! Get out of my mind, daemon!
Allow me to lend you my power. We are all in danger if this battles persists.
At what cost? My soul? MY FREE WILL?
I have no reason to lie to you, Tartaros. Even if I did desire to take you as my own, it would accomplish nothing, given the circumstances. Besides, do you not trust your own willpower to be capable of dispelling my influence?
I am wary of you, shade. I see can feel how your power ebbs. Cross me, and there will be nowhere for you to run...but, let it be done.
As you wish.
With that, Nealaphh's black, incorporeal mist cloaked the Luna Wolf in a thick shroud, which summarily was inhaled by the immense man. As this happened, Tartaros' shining white armor shifted to adopt a gleaming obsidian polish. In kind, his helmet's facepiece cracked open to grant sight to the new, burning green eye that had sprouted beneath his more mundane oculars, though these too had taken on a virdian shine.
Tartaros could feel the control over his body. The shade held true to its word, at least for the moment. But his body, it was so much...more! Tartaros could feel the shifting of time and space. He could see the gaps in reality that permitted the eldritch feats of his erstwhile guest. The rotations of the stars in the sky, the exact angle at which to produce the most devastating cut...all this laid bare before him in an intuitive grasp of the true simplicity of the cosmos...and still there was more! Through Nealaphh's guidance, almost like a memory of his own making, the flow of time knelt at his boots. Everything appeared in slow motion, in detail that the seasoned warrior had never dared contemplate.
...and there was his prey. The charchadon seemed...almost quaint in this state of being. With an almost serene determination, Tartaros readied for this decisive final skirmish...
Quote:Nealaphh used:
Relativity Shift/1 SP
Symbiosis/1SP Nealaphh, 1SP Tartaros
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued