Listen, let’s not bullshit ourselves here: there are only a few situations in which we mask the egos of our finest Glaives and hide them up in the Purgatories.
And of all those reasons, it’s almost never because Highflame has their number, or a No-Dragon flesh-coded smart plague, or whatever nightmare Omnitech is cooking up. We know how they work, and it isn’t that kind of subtle.
They’ll assassinate some of us. Sure. We do the same to them. But they’re fine with leaving evidence afterward because who gives it a shit? A dead Massist is a dead Massist. A dead Sainist is a dead Sainist. We don’t bother hiding the blood on our hands.
We don’t bother hiding the blood unless we’re doing it to members of our own family. More usually, we hide things after we commit acts against our Overkin.
Our clans fight.
Everyone knows this. everyone.
We might be bound by the same traditions, by the same culture, by the same language, by the same dream we seek. But the clans fight, because before we were a republic before we were united after the fall of the pantheons, we were apart, we were tethered by distant blood relations, by little jostling fiefdoms, fighting over who held what chain or what island.
Some of these grievances lasted since time immemorial. Some of them still last to this day.
I am telling you today, my fellow elders of the inner council, that we need to control our worst habits. We need to stamp down on inter-clan rivalry before it's too late.
We cannot be feuding and fighting among ourselves while we're also fighting Highflame’s forces, while we're also facing the No-Dragon’s latest plagues, while we're also trying to figure out how to break Omnitech encryptions.
We need to stand together.
Now more than ever.
And so I'm putting forward a proposal. Something I’m uncertain will be supported, but I must attempt, at least in good conscience, at least a try.
I hereby propose that we fragment the mirrors over watching our cells.
As we have those facing outside preparing and defending against outer threats, so too should we have someone inside, making sure that our assets are not afraid of having their throats slit by those who are supposed to watch over them as they sleep.
I put forward this motion now in the separation of the convex and concave clauses.
The details are in the mem-data. Cast in, take a look. Understand. And I ask you to vote with me.
Again, we cannot lie to ourselves. The time for bloodying ourselves in the face of opposition is past. The stakes are impossibly higher. We cannot afford defeat.
Our oath is: “Unity is destiny.”
I think it’s about time we start acting like it.
-Elder Ganduuri Kazahara, Representative of Clan Kazahara (Circa 184 P.F., months before the Third Guild War)
22-15
So Above
Peering out at the resplendent streets of the Purgatory, Avo wondered how he could have ever believed himself to be a denizen of these heights.
Absurd though it might seem, his physical appearance was the easier thing to mask. A lie manageable by claims of augmentation and a desire to test the most extreme of sheath morphologies. Such eccentricity was common enough to earn him a reprieve from further attention.
No, the true test was being among humanity itself – humanity in its most liberated form, its most hedonistic, unchained iteration, far beyond the constraints of meager survival.
Studying the busy district through the Tadpole's feeds, every inch of this cityscape was alive with motion. The district he passed over was called Grallo-Novrea. A place won by Ori-Thaum in the Third Guild War. A place they kept till the very present. As such, it bore all their staples in aesthetics and culture, and they made it known in ultimate fashion, by lacing every structure, every aspect of their city, with a fine sheen of vivianite.
Through the crystals gloving all other matter, ghosts flowed in unceasing streams, bounding through the linked minds of passing cliques. Life here was interconnected in a manner unparalleled. Interconnected, and monitored at all times.
This was a place of minds unchained, of thoughts unfettered, but it was also a place where those with the capability could gaze deep into another’s inner worlds, to glimpse that which was to be hidden, take things much rather forgotten.
A new dawn bathed the streets in jade hues, the light of the natural day kissing the viridescence of loci as the structures they encompassed rosed in jagged promontories.
More unnaturally, however, matter here flowed. Was partially fluid of nature, made so by the presence of a lingering miracle.
The Tiers were not limited to dead matter and the cold laws of reality. Imagination triumphed often over limitation here, and as Avo’s drone rounded a risen archway broadcasting the image of a woman wearing what looked to be an inflated suit per the latest fashion, he watched as people casually splashed down through sideways, leaped from the open doors of their aerovecs into buildings, vanishing past rippling waves.
{You know, we have much more mind-bending cityscapes in the Threshold. And some of the worlds we had were terraformed by smart-matter as well.} Calvino’s tone was flat, but it was clear the EGI had something to prove.
Avo offered a grunt of acknowledgment instead of a proper reply.
Casting a splinter out from the drone, he too dove into the city’s architecture, but he sought to immerse himself in the currents of mind rather than water-wrought miracles.
As he descended the nearest locus he could find, he noticed another peculiarity about the city–the sense that no structure here stood alone. Gone were the bulky, brutalist blocks of plascrete stacked upon the district’s grid like a piece of a board. Gone were veins of traffic running between, of shifting life moving from place to place.
No. Here, the environment was as interconnected as the people. Bladed edifices rose as two at the very least and in the translucent rivers running within their matter, miracles ferried people, serving as the primary means of transportation instead of aeros or rail lines. With how seamlessly everything spilled into one another, the feeling of liberation came with the banishment of privacy, but more than that, another epiphany settled upon Avo.
Ori-Thaum designed these places to resemble mind palaces. The interconnections to sequences. The structures to phantasmics. The people to ghosts. The analogy was perfect and betwixt. And at the heart of the district, countless threads rushed from streets and structures to merging, forming the Tower of Elsewhere trademark of this local.
Formed from coiling currents, the spire of the tower opened into a translucent pool. Looking upon it drew weight more upon Avo’s Domain of Space. Truth be spoken, traveling through here was like venturing into a storm of miracles.
Back in his body, Avo shot a glance at Kae, who was busy going over potential improvements with Chambers. The man was gesturing to her wildly, the words “castration immunity” repeated several times. If the Agnos minded his antics, she didn’t let it show. Instead, a new amiability had entered the dynamic between them. A trust that previously wasn’t there.
Bonds forged by moments of mutual trauma went a long way.
{You are sure this plan of yours will work?} Calvino said, looking through Avo’s mem-data. The mind was studying the information taken from the node Avo burned when he walked the halls of the Trident. {It has been a month, and the Ori are not known to be lax about their security.}
+Yes,+ Avo said, swimming through a sea of ghosts as he worked to filter a specific mind from a morass of millions. +Some things might be re-encrypted. But a month isn’t long enough to change their organizational structure. Or create enough new and complete identities to replace the ones I discovered. They’re also probably not sure about the nature of the compromise. Can use that as well.+
Inside his mind, Benhata shivered with despair. As far as he–and Avo for that matter–knew, the Guild still hadn’t uncovered the truth behind his fate and wasn’t aware that his knowledge of their inner mechanisms was being weaponized by an unseen adversary.
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For years, Ori-Thaum and its Incubi existed as the terror in the Nether. But that was no longer the case. Not when these waters belonged to another. Not when they couldn’t even perceive that which dove against them.
SEQUENCES DETECTED
Avo’s Metamind shuddered with resonance as he finally detected the memories he was seeking. An ego materialized in his consciousness thereafter, matched to a codename he stole from the nodes.
Ireeni D’Rongo. Former Glaive. Former Mirror-Concave. Now retired from active combat and dedicated to managing Inner Council affairs instead. Her current duties were focused on the retirement, rehabilitation, and redistribution of former military assets. Mostly Glaives and Incubi like her who were no longer of the life.
She lived in a community mansion located in the twilight fathom of the NeruoMirage Duplex. With how closely tied the district was to canons of ocean and water, many of the structures were without doors, and their interiors were more as if microcosmic biomes.
Threading across the vastness of sequences with a thought, Avo arrived at the place of her residence and found himself plummeting down through a sprawling undersea labyrinth. Peeking out from cog-feeds, people sank and swam next to him, drawn by various creatures of the deep or submersible vehicles toward vast havens pulses with neon and vivacity amidst a forest of corals.
Direct addresses were rendered unnecessary items due to the vastness of the space. Regardless, the Ireeni’s importance made itself known as her abode overshadowed many others, a three-story mansion made from gleaming pearls and painted glass, placed right on the edge of the ocean bed overlooking a deep abyss parted by flashes of bioluminescent.
Elegant-Moon sighed. [The bioforms here are mere mimicries of actual creatures. Little more than clones. Such conformity is an ugly thing for the human heart to suffer. I pity these people.]
Breaching the walls of her house, Avo locked in on the highlighted accretion on the second floor, briefly slowing as a strange feeling swelled from within.
She has protectors watching. You can’t see them. And they don’t see you. Mutual blindness is to our benefit.
The feeling faded as fast as it came, and Avo rose through marble flooring, marking doormat drones and a slumbering combat-morph nu-dog on the first floor for posterity. As he ascended the third, he found himself halted by a peculiar sight.
The woman he sought to breach was standing behind her desk, a chain of ghosts reaching out from her, connecting her mind to a mech made in her image. In the machine’s arms cooed a child, an infant girl no older than a year with red, round cheeks, double-lidded eyes, and a narrow slit of a nose. She, too, looked impossibly alike to Ireeni D’Rongo.
A vicarious wrongness overflowed from some of his templates. As rested his perception the uncanny scene before him–a woman piloting a machine that was her replica holding a child genetically modified to share her resemblance. It wasn’t something he was supposed to witness. Moreover, it wasn’t something many in the city got to enjoy anymore.
After the Rash, people bred still. Mainly for lotteries at the Tiers. Massive rebates and benefits offered by Guilds and Syndicates. Even most Guilders reduced the time a child spent as a newborn or a toddler. Their growth was accelerated. Boosted so they could join their societies at their earliest convenience.
In a city like New Vultun, infancy was a luxury and motherhood was a privilege. And with the Rash still in play, it could only be a vicarious privilege at that.
Avo knew he was intruding on an intimate moment then. As a command undulating through Ireeni’s Metamind, the nanny-mech dipped low with the child in a tight embrace, and the little lump of flesh and life giggled.
Avo resequenced his mind to avoid thinking about how the child would taste or if he could it down his throat in one gulp.
{The answer is you can,} Calvino said, offhandly estimating the child’s width.
That drew a laugh from Avo, but his target here wasn’t the baby, but the mother. Drifting unseen through the thaumically charged waters, he directed his splinter down through her perception, leaking past the Quicksand wards that guarded her, past the Skimmers that patrolled her inner mind.
There existed certain gulfs in her memories. Missing details just before the day of her resignation as a soldier. Such a thing wasn’t unexpected, nor was the assortment of Necros guarding her. The reason behind her departure was tied to the child–a life offered as a reward for years of faithful service.
{So,} Calvino said. {Are we about to eat this one?}
Avo considered it. But that’s not why he jacked into her. No. She was just to be a domino. Something he would use to access the others. It was under her that the D’Rongo’s retired operatives were scattered across the Tiers and hidden in protective planes. It will also be through her that they are driven out from hiding, their handlers warned of a suspected attack from Clan Kazahara under the prompting of a certain Seeker due to recent hostilities.
{Oh, I see,} Calvino chuckled. {You’re using her to pull a bit of a fire drill.}
+Fire drill?+ Avo asked. +What’s that?+
The mind paused. {In… olden days buildings had these levers you could pull that would sound alarms should a fire start. This will prompt people to flee their structures for safety. Some, however, exploited this habit by deliberately starting–even falsely claiming fires–and then intercepting their targets during their egress.}
It was strange to think of a society that couldn’t just cast their thoughts at one another.
Whatever the case, he soon found that which he was looking for: sessions. Specifically, single-use sessions were only to be used in times of desperation to contact Elder D’Rongo’s most trusted Mirror-Concaves. Once, she knew their faces and names, but those memories had been extracted under the justification of security and redundancy.
Few knew her exact role in the clan, and even if someone penetrated her knowledge, they wouldn’t be able to use her mem-data to uncover anything further.
This was the angle Avo obtained when he subsumed the node. This, and the awareness of other critical intermediary assets in Ori-Thaum. For all the secrecy they practiced, for all the decentralization and intrigue they exercised, there needed to be connective tissue between their elements for coordination. There needed to be bones tying their forces together.
That was what Avo could strike at. Infect. Through them, he could misdirect the ones that were hidden, open to direct attack.
As he copied the last of the twenty-six sessions, he spent the splinter inside her and created a hidden Auto-Seance for future access.
He didn’t expect to be making a return visit but one never knew in this life. But if he did things right, no one would know anything was wrong until long after the Glaives left the Tiers.
Returning back to his sheath, Avo checked the progress of his other facets and found himself pleased. His splinters were spreading fast through the sanctuaries and Elegant-Moon actual self was finally reachable for synchronization.
Right then, other matters took priority.
“Kae,” Avo said. The Agnos turned, eyes wide.
“It’s time?” She asked.
“Yes,” Avo said. He shot Draus a look as well, and the Regular responded in an instant. She flicked a shard of glass through one of her shimmering reflections, guiding it back across the Sunderwilds, back toward the border, back into New Vultun. Things were in motion now. Soon, Draus would find a usable extraction point in the city. Avo just needed to secure the Glaives and Incubi involved in Stillborn operation and get them to said place before anyone could respond.
Loading the first of the sessions into his Auto-Seance, Avo assembled an avatar based on Ireeni’s mem-data. With the warmind of Delusion, the process was instant and perfect in deception.
He triggered the call. A lull spread as his Metamind pulsed. One second. Two. Five. Twelve.
“Are you…. diving?” Kae asked, mind tense and fists clenched. The others were also gathering close. “What’s happening?”
Before he could respond, an update flashed into his cog-feed.
SESSION ACCEPTED
Avo bared his fangs wide in a savage grin.
+Identifier: [3-OVELD-OVELD-SURNER-5-5-5-SURNER-DO YOU REMEMBER WERE JAUS WAS BURIED]. Response sequence.+
+In our dreams. He is buried in our dreams.+ Avo broadcasted the collection moods, visual patterns, and audio hallucinations required to certify his identity within a manifested splinter. The Mirror-Concave’s mind was a miasma of checkpoints, chokepoints, and mem-cons. The man had more information hidden from himself than actual recallable moments.
Even so, Avo slithered deeper into him, rooting past the wards in anticipation of what was to come.
+Confirmed. You have thirty seconds for data–+
+An attack is imminent,+ Avo said, casting over false data. Using Delusion, he compiled memories hinting at Shotin Kazahara’s involvement behind the incident at the Trident and connected it with recent hostilities between the clans. +Critical deep cover assets compromised. Recommend immediate evacuation and sequencing of new cover identities.+
Cold fear flowed through the Concave. Immediately, his ghosts came alive with activity, reacting to the information. +Affirmative. Proceeding to Winter Protocols. Fragmenting sequence. Going dark.+
+Unity is destiny,+ Avo said.
+Unity is destiny,+ came the reply.
As the Mirror-Concave ended the session, Avo remained with him as a splinter, patching into the man’s cog-feed to take in his surroundings. The ceiling whirled to the side as the Concave disconnected from his jack station. Swinging himself over the side and nearly tumbling from the nausea of being under for too long, he stumbled toward his closet to grab his outwear.
Knowledge flowed into Avo’s mind as his newest asset continued his preparations. D’Rongo’s Glaives were hidden well. Severed from the Nether and hidden in various planes or prisons, requiring physical retrieval.
Such was why Avo held back from burning the Concave. Such was why he continued to cast the others as this one stepped into his personal hanger and activated the engine of his aerovec. In twenty minutes, he would be taking a trip down into the basement of a local cocktail lounge where he’d ask for the “restricted content.”
There, he was to receive a wine barrel. A wine barrel that held a planar pocket housing one of the twenty-six survivors leftover from the Stillborn operation.
Ori-Thaum was thorough. Ori-Thaum was careful. Ori-Thaum was paranoid.
But you could be all these things and still lose. You could be all these things and still be preyed upon. Some part of Avo felt bemused at the horror he had become, a creature no ordinary Necro could detect–or even stop him anymore.
Then, he remembered the fact that these people ignited Kae’s mind due to stoked fears, and realized the rules were never real in the first place.
New Vultun took. So did the Guilds. So did he.
He was just the more impressive predator.
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Ontologics
In effect after 19-12
Ghosts - [26,562,372]
Liminal Frame (V) - 23,871 THAUM/c
User: Avo
Heaven/Hell: [Woundmother] - 10,002 THAUM/c
Heaven
->Domain: (Blood)
->Canon: Haemokinesis (IV) - All blood in user’s area of influence can be controlled; speed and force experience exponential increases with each ton of force controlled
->Hubris: Central pillar of the Heaven must remain 80 tons; each ton of non-central mass controlled increases thaumic and Rend-based demands (5%)
->Canon: Linger - User can eject constructs shaped from their blood; each construct generated accrues Rend based on design and size
->Hubris: Central pillar of the Heaven must remain 80 tons; each ton of non-central mass controlled increases thaumic and Rend-based demands (5%; x2 backlash)
->Canon: Sanguinity’s Reign (IV) - A building haemokinetic storm continuously expands from the user, spreading their area of influence (without limitations) as far as the storm can metaphysically expand; generates more Rend the larger the area it takes up
->Hubris: Attempting to move and alter more than 80 tons of matter without constituting a central construct will result in thaumic backlash (20%)
->Canon: Exsanguinating Helix - Allows the user to instill an exsanguinating effect in a piece of matter, causing it to drain all the blood its mass can contain when in contact with a non-user designated entity; the larger the object instilled, the higher the Rend
->Hubris: If the object is destroyed, thaumic backlash will be inflicted (15%)
->Domain: (Matter)
->Canon: Alchemization (V) - The user can subsume and channel and combine the properties of 108 fragments of physical matter through their blood; the limit of fragments channeled can be increased at the cost of thaumic and Rend-based demands.
->Hubris: Any attempts to subsume gaseous or liquid matter will incur backlash. (12%)
->Canon: Remembrance of Matter (V) - The user can memorize the traits of all physical matter they subsume at a hundredth of the thaumic cost; the matter they memorized can be assembled and blended before a construct is formed
->Hubris: If matter being subsumed has their state changed mid-subsumption, thaumic backlash will be triggered (9%)
->Canon: Stormwreathed - The user can temporarily convert their mass into electricity
->Hubris: If the user is submerged by water in this state, thaumic backlash will be triggered (15%)
->Canon: Haemification - The user can turn all influenceable matter into blood
->Hubris: Any attempts to subsume gaseous or liquid matter will incur backlash (12%; x2 backlash)
->Domain: (Fire)
->Canon: Matterbomb - The user can detonate pieces of matter based on mass and inherent energy
->Hubris: If the matter being detonated is destroyed before ignition, moderate (EST. 35%) severe backlash will be inflicted
->Domain: (Luminosity)
->Canon: The Light Unseen - The user can blend their matter with the light of their surroundings should they stop perceiving the world visually
->Hubris: If the user has their perception active while this canon is in use, (EST. 51%) severe backlash will be inflicted
->Domain: (Protection)
->Canon: Fortress of Luminosity - The user emanates a luminous shroud that renders all physical matter bathed by its shine invulnerable; generates heavy Rend (1.2%) every second canon is active
->Hubris: There must be a persistent source of light for the user to imitate in the environment or from the user themselves or thaumic backlash will be triggered. (5%)
->Domain: (Biology)
->Canon: My Blood The Harvester, My Flesh the Symphony (III) - Allows the user to grow, blend, or extract biological organisms and structures from their blood.
->Hubris: Another source of biomass must be present and in the area of influence or thaumic backlash will be inflicted. (6%) ->Canon: Remembrance of Flesh (V) - Allows user to memorize traits from biological organisms at a tenth of the thaumic cost; the biomass they memorized can be spliced before they are grown.
->Hubris: Another source of biomass must be present and in the area of influence or thaumic backlash will be inflicted (6%; x2 backlash)
->Domain: (Lightning)
->Canon: Boltstride (III) - Allows the user to transmute and move all blood-based structures as bolts of lightning; distance limited to the reach of user’s Sanguinity
->Hubris: Attempting to move over 120 tons of matter as a single bolt will trigger (EST. 87%) extreme thaumic backlash
Hell - [Fifth Circle]
->Domain: (Matter/Entropy/Luminosity)
->Canon: Breath of the Withered (V) - Allows the user to expel their total Rend as an entropic storm across their area of influence; the storm will disintegrate matter through withering bolts of lightning (This canon is absolute)
->Daemon: Striking the same place twice will result in the manifestation of an Anathema of Ruin, causing the user to lose control of the Heaven
->Canon: Barrage of the Withered (V) - Allows the user to expel their total Rend as an entropic projectile the size, shape, and speed of the Woundmother at its maximum potential; this projectile can be guided by the user and is loosed faster with higher Rend (This canon is absolute)
->Daemon: Should the projectile not dissolve sufficient matter, the projectile will birth as an Anathema of Ruin
->Canon: Shadowbreaker (III) - Allows the user to influence all shadows in their vicinity with a touch of luminosity that will continue to expand and dissolve anything physical covered by the shadows
->Daemon: Should an insufficient amount of physical matter in darkness be consumed in (8 seconds), an Anathema of Ruin will be manifested.
Heaven/Hell: [Fardrifter] - 5,660 THAUM/c
Heaven
->Domain: (Air)
->Canon: Horizon Strider (III) - The user takes on the properties of a hurricane and can influence winds for 250 kilometers
->Hubris: If an external force counters the motion of the user’s centrifugal force, severe (EST. 59%) thaumic backlash will be triggered
->Domain: (Space)
->Canon: Yondergales (IV) - The user’s demiplane now encompasses ten kilometers, with each ton of mass multiplying the base speed of their winds (252 kilometers per hour)
->Hubris: If an object over 5,000 degrees celsius is drawn into the plane, extreme (EST. 83%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.
->Canon: The Nine Streams of Freedom - The user can materialize from any nine points in space their winds encompass (250 kilometers)
->Hubris: if they emerge in a confined space and are unable to fully materialize, thaumic backlash will be triggered. (10%)
->Canon: Shadowrun (II) - The user can surge within shadows as if they are wind tunnels (x10 current speed); shadows must be connected to pass from one to another.
->Hubris: If a light shines and clears away the user’s shadow, heavy (EST. 39%) thaumic backlash will be triggered
->Domain: (Shadow)
->Canon: Midnight Hand - The user can blow, move, and shift shadows together as if they are waves in a storm.
->Hubris: If the user is between shadows when the wind stops blowing and the bridge breaks, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.
->Domain: (Labyrinth)
->Canon: Path of the Nine Storms (III) - User manifests a maze-like dungeon in the walls of their winds, allowing them to create and weave winding paths from tunnels of air; the maze is a fixed spatial anchor (may not be affected by spatial changes) that can be triggered at any time.
->Hubris: If the inner walls of the dungeon are forcibly breached and someone enters the eye of the storm (where resides the Yondergales), heavy (EST. 39%) thaumic backlash will be generated.
Hell - [Fourth Circle]
->Domain: (Air/Entropy/Labyrinth)
->Canon: Halt of the Passing (IV) - The user can enchain all actors and objects moving through their area of physical influence (250 Kilometers) with stasis
->Daemon: An anathema of correspondence will be birthed if the total velocity drained exceeds the total Rend accrued
->Canon: Waybreaker (II) - The user distorts all directionality about them (10 kilometers), causing space to coil and distend, randomizing vectors of movement for all actors and objects caught in their wake.
->Daemon: Rend must be balanced in nine minutes or an Anathema of Correspondence will manifest.
Heaven/Hell: [Techplaguer] - 200 Thaum/c
Heaven
->Domain: (Signals)
->Canon: Skin of Virtuality - Layers user in mirror-reality raw data and information, allowing them to move and exist as radio signals might and shift inorganic objects in their vicinity as blocks of temporarily stored data (reloads back to their original position in reality after miracle ends)
->Hubris: The user cannot pass through lead without incurring heavy (EST. 41%) thaumic backlash.
->Domain: (Space)
->Canon: Techjumper - User inserts themselves into a signal or system capable of transmitting signals, moving as a packet of data and materializing at the endpoint of the transmission.
->Hubris: If the transfer is disrupted halfway, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.
->Domain: (Biology)
->Canon: TechSick.exe (II) - User mimics the properties and symptoms in a virus and transfers that over to a signal-receiving system, affecting the machine as if it were a person
->Hubris: If the transfer is disrupted halfway, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered. (x2)
Hell - [Third Circle]
->Domain: (Signal/Entropy)
->Canon: Datarot - The user decays and distorts signals and data within their ability to influence
->Daemon: If a signal the user is decaying is disrupted and they are unable to find another within (5 seconds) to continue expelling their Rend, an Anathema of Epistemology will be generated
HEART OF NOLOTH]: 0%
DOMAINS DETECTED (SHADOW/FORCE/SPACE)
Implants
Mime-Fog: Allows Avo to produce a spore-expelled field of active camouflage
Celerostylus: A symbiotic reflex booster laced into Avo's spine; accelerates him a bit over sixty-five miles an hour in his baseline body
Echoheads: A chimeric bioform adapted into an implant. Can provide echolocation for eight hundred feet. Designed from a hyper-durable silicon-chitin structure that also allows each of the eight heads to piece forward from the inside like a mantis shrimp punches.
Bone Demon: A body-sheathe--complete overhaul of Avo's physical form. made from a nest of super-tensile, hyper-synaptic nanofibrous mycelia on the interior. Beyond the threads, thick plates of cordyceramite line the outside like jagged skeletal continents emerging from a sea of webs. Bound to his biology, Avo is able to harden and shift his structural integrity, as well as shape the growth of the fungal-ceramic matter that would encase his outer skin.
Meldskin: A smart-fluid adaptive combat skin capable of altering its composition to suit almost any environment and slowly return to full integrity. Possess holographic disguises, advanced visual sensors, omnidirectional thrusters, and a highly advanced reactor. Can also interface with other pieces of advanced voidtech.
Metamind
Ghosts: [17,313,887]
SPRITES: {4.2TB/s…}
[QUICKSAND SYNC TRAUMA] COG-CAP: 55 SEQUENCES (VARIABLE)
->STRUCTURE: “A LIMPID POOL FILLED WITH BODIES DRIFTING BENEATH THE WAVES; WHATEVER TRAUMA STRIKES THE SURFACE WILL IN CAUSE IT TO IGNITE AND SIMULATE A RESEQUENCING OF SAID TRAUMA”
->FUNCTION: GUARDS THE MIND USING A LAYER OF TRAUMATIC MEMORIES: CAPABLE OF ADAPTING TO TRAUMAS AFTER SUSTAINING AGAINST THE FIRST IMPACT
[THOUGHTWAVE DISRUPTOR] COG-CAP: [ERROR] SEQUENCES
->STRUCTURE: [NULL]
->FUNCTION: TAPS INTO THE ENTIRETY OF THE USER’S COGNITIVE CAPACITY AND EXPELS UNSTABLE MEM-DATA OUTWARD, DISRUPTING AN AREA OF (CONTINGENT OF GHOST CAPACITY) SPACE
[INCOG] COG-CAP: [x] SEQUENCES (VARIABLE; MUST MATCH ALL OTHER INTERNAL MEMORIES BEYOND THE WARDS)
->STRUCTURE: “AN OPALESCENT SUN RAINS DOWN OVER THE LANDSCAPE; LIGHT SPILLS FROM IT MORE LIKE MERCURY DOLLOPS THAN RAYS, BASKING EVERYTHING IN A REFLECTIVE SHEEN WHILE DRINKING UP MEM-DATA INTO ITS CORE”
->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE USER TO CAMOUFLAGE THEMSELVES FROM NOTICE VIA THE OBFUSCATION OF THEIR MEMORIES AND THOUGHTSTUFF. NO ACCRETION WILL LEAK DURING THIS PERIOD AND ALL OUTWARD REACTING PHANTASMICS WILL BE PLACED INTO A DORMANT STATE UNTIL DELIBERATE ACTIVATION.
[WHISPER] COG-CAP: 19 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)
->STRUCTURE: FIVE/SIX LEGGED DOG CHASES A FLYING LETTER WHILE A DRONE STRIKES A VILLA.
->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE EXTENSION OF CONSCIOUS AWARENESS BY 60 FEET AND THE DELIVERANCE OF COG-DATA WITHIN SAID FIELD OF AWARENESS; CAN BE EXTENDED BY MULTIPLES SHOULD MORE SEQUENCES BE USED
[PHYS-SIM] COG-CAP: 18 SEQUENCES (FIXED)
->STRUCTURE: A MISSILE LOCKED TO AN AEROVEC, EVER INCHING CLOSER, DODGING INCOMING POINT DEFENSE FIRE”
->FUNCTION: CALCULATES THE ACCELERATION VECTORS AND IMPACT LANES OF UP TO TWELVE DYNAMIC OBJECTS
[OSARAI MEMGUARD] COG-CAP: 20 SEQUENCES (BASELINE) [REPLACED BY QUICKSAND IN AVO'S METAMIND]
->STRUCTURE: “A HURRICANE TWISTING AND HURTLING SCREAMING FIGURES AND BROKEN STRUCTURES”
->FUNCTION: GUARDS THE MIND USING A LAYER OF TRAUMATIC MEMORIES: CAPABLE OF WITHSTANDING AND REFORMING AGAINST HEAVY-MASS PHANTASMAL INTRUSIONS; VULNERABLE TO NARROW-BUILD INVADERS.
[AUTO-SEANCE] COG-CAP: 2 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)
->STRUCTURE: “A STAR BLEEDS INTO A SPIRAL OF SPLICED MEMORY SNIPPETS [ERROR: MEMORY ARTIFACTS TOO BRIEF FOR REVIEW...]"
->FUNCTION: ALLOWS OMNI-SYNCHRONIC COMMUNICATIONS BETWEEN TWO OR MORE MINDS ACROSS ALL AREAS ENCOMPASSED BY THE PRESENCE OF THE NETHER
[MORALITY INJECTOR] COG-CAP: 20 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)
->STRUCTURE: “A RESPLENDENT CAGE WITH A CINEMA PROJECTION OF PAST HAPPENINGS PLAYING ACROSS THE SKY"
->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE USER TO NULLIFY SPECIFICALLY ENCODED IMPULSES WITH COUNTER-EMOTIONAL DOSES OF MEMORY.
GHOSTJACK (ALLOWS FOR THE MODIFICATION AND EDITING OF MEMORIES AND SEQUENCES; SHAPES TRAUMA AND COMMANDS GHOSTS)
[SKIMMER PERCEPTION EMANATOR]
TRAUMA PATTERNS:
[ASELERI'S FOLLY] - HIGH PAIN INFLICTION; PHYSICAL TORTURE BASED
[LUCILLE’S REGRET] - HIGH EMOTIONAL TORMENT; REGRET AND ANGUISH ALIGNED
[LUCILLE’S AGONY] - HIGH PAIN INFLICTION; PHYSICAL TORTURE BASED; BODY DYSMORPHIC AFFLICTED
[SECONDHAND FATALITY] - EXTREME PAIN INFLICTION; EGO-KILLING TRAUMA FOR HUMANS
[BENEFACTOR’S DREAD] - HIGH EMOTIONAL TORMENT; FEAR OF COMING DEATH
[ARATNID’S KISS] - HIGH PHYSICAL TORMENT; CASTRATION AND PRIMAL FEAR-BASED
THE BURNING DREAMER
MIND-TEMPLATES
[AVO]
The Talons
Abrel Greatling
The Shadows
Benhata Veloso
Glitch
Lip
Corner
Osjack Thenndenn
(Ashthrone/Sanctus assault force)
Dice
Chambers
Paladin Kare
Paladin Kassamon
Enclavers
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