23-1
Borrowed Insight (II)
Fear. Confusion. Surprise. Suspicion. Recognition.
Such were the dominant emotions reigning in Cala Marlowe’s mind as she laid eyes on Avo, and as transparent splinter sank through her accretion, he too regarded himself vicariously through her insight.
His monstrous visage loomed over her even with meters of distance between them. The phantoms molding his body caused him to radiate with ethereal light. His presented sheath was a contrast of monochrome, the white of his Bone Demon mixing with exoskeletal circuits of blackened silicon. The floating shards of his Echoheads extended out from behind him like the disconnecting appendages of a spider, and the brilliant glow of his halo lent additional paleness to his nightmarish scleras.
[Let it never be forgotten that we’re living inside the mind of one ugly motherfucker,] Lip muttered. A good percentage of the other templates agreed.
{Ah, shaming other morphologies with subjective judgments. How quaint.} Calvino hummed with bemusement. Kant merely sighed.
The moment stuttered to an awkward halt. Marlowe’s mouth opened and closed several times, her gaze swinging between him and Tavers. Her mind was vacant of proper thought and her throat channeled no noise comparable to words.
Until a heartbeat thereafter when everything clicked into place at once.
“I think I know you,” Marlowe said, squinting at him. Casting her own phantoms out, she expanded small interfaces–windows containing downloaded sequences, portraying projected vicarities. Flashes of his encounters against Abrel in Nu-Scarrowbur, of him fleeing across the skyline of Light’s End, of him and his cadre battling Shotin at Veng’s Stand all played concurrently. “You’re the Acolyte’s monster… The–the Pale Spider.”
+Pale Spider,+ Avo said, muttering the name to himself. He did recall White-Rab saying something about that. He didn’t think much of it at the time. The Nether was a place of information, but also an endless ocean of falsehood and conspiracies. The matters of social forums and interactive mindscapes were things he had little interest in.
[Marketable name,] Corner said. [Sounds like a Deep Name. Or street name. An identity a Necro, squire, or circuiter might give themselves to build up their rep.]
Considering his ties to Chambers and the man’s explosive notoriety in New Vultun, such a thing wasn’t surprising.
“I didn’t expect you to be involved in cult stuff, Tavers,” Marlowe said, now addressing the squire. “With all you said to me about keeping the right distance with the people you associate and making sure your back was covered–”
“It’s worse than you think,” Tavers interrupted, chuckling under her breath. “You–you have no idea what I just pulled you into, juv. You’re gonna love this shitstorm. Trust me.”
Marlowe went quiet. She looked back to Avo. “So. Mysterious nine-foot-tall monster is your vibe, huh? What are you? A rogue Color? Running destabilization ops for the Sang? Or are you some kind of Fallwalker? Are you just… something Noloth cooked up? Guilds say they smashed the old empire flat, but honestly, the Guilds say a lot of shit.”
+I am operating under my own interests. And yours. And the ciity’s. Not a Color. Not a Fallwalker. Something else entirely.+
“Uh-huh,” Marlowe said, the shock receding from her mind, replaced by apprehensive skepticism. “So. Why the terrorism? Why are you with the Acolyte.”
More like why Chambers was with Avo, but Marlowe was poking in the right direction all things considered. +Could spend minutes telling it to you. Or I could just show you. Show you the truth behind things. Show you the real face of New Vultun as well.+
This earned a snort from the host. “Really? That’s how you’re pitching this to me. You know you sound like one of those, accept-casts hiding Rash-bomb mem-cons, right?”
+I know you have two Necros protecting your systems. I know one of them lives in the Spine. In the Sovereignty of Hearsehold. District: Muriceid. I know he has two nu-dogs. Five newborn children with accelerated toddlerhood treatments in all of them recently procured from a vat. I know he did that recently because he lost some money to a local Syndicate. Trying to make up the losses as fast as he can.
+I know his name is Henge Gracis. I know he’s going to come begging you for imps in approximately two days–held up between stress crying. Screaming at the children. Straining about how he’s going to broach the question.+
The smirk on Marlowe’s face vanished. Her mind, likewise, ran dry of bemusement. “How the fuck did you–”
+Don’t cast them,+ Avo said. +The ghosts won’t reach them. And they won’t remember.+
Again, the host looked towards Tavers.
“Relax, Cala,” Tavers said, shaking her head at Avo. “The ghoul here’s just having fun.”
“Ghoul?” Marlowe said.
Avo glared at Tavers from within her own mind, but the squire was unshakable. He read the point of her revelation from thoughts alone.
+Yeah. A little more tact, Avo.+
“So… am I getting strong-armed into something? Are you about to crack my mind or what?”
+No,+ Avo replied. +Nothing of the sort. You tell us to leave. We leave you and the others alone. Find other means. But would like to talk with you first. Think you can be a great help to our mutual cause.+
“And what’s that?” Marlowe said.
+Making the Guilds miserable.+
A sharp exhale escaped the woman as she rubbed her face and stumbled back toward her desk. “No. No. I–I’m not interested in doing any cult shit. Been there, done that. It doesn’t work. The Guilds are–”
+We’re not a cult. I hunting the remnants of Noloth too. Not that much different from Guilders in the ways that count.+
Marlowe paused a step away from her table. “I’m sorry, did you just say that you’re hunting the Nolothi too?”
+Your mind might have felt a little… disconnected two days back. Apologies. Was greeting my former “god.” Messy family affair. Will probably get even worse next time.+
Marlowe looked over her shoulder and just blinked at him. “Alright. Sure. Why not. You’re the one that caused the Cog-Crash. I’m nowhere near fucked-up enough for this conversation. But let me have it. Let’s hear it. What do you want from me, and why the hells would I be interested.”
+Need someone to interface with the city. A face and mouth to speak through. Not as a puppet. Just someone to tell the truth. To leak what’s actually happening between the Guilds.+
“And you have these insights?”
+Was the reason why Thousandhand is currently in Naeko’s pocket.+
“I ended up driving a knife through the sow’s skull,” Tavers added.
Avo grunted a laugh and manifested the memories he had of the moment. A holographic recreation of Tavers materializing behind Zein and driving her frequency blade through the ancient Godclad’s skull played before Marlowe’s unblinking eyes.
A beat followed. She spun on her heels and came marching back. “Okay. Right. It’s like, seven in the fucking morning and that’s a whole lot of shit to dump on someone. Hi, my name is Cala Marlowe. Alcoholic. Druggie. Thoughtcaster. Self-loathing citizen. Do you got an actual name besides ‘Pale Spider.’”
+Avo.+
“Avo. Right. You’re trying to tell me that you caused more than half the godsdamned messes I’ve been reporting on recently, and… and that she called you a ghoul? What? Is that some kind of insult between consangs?”
+No. It’s just what I was.+
Another slow breath escaped the young woman. “I’m really trying not to think you’re lying, but you gotta know it's hard.”
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“Yeah,” Tavers said. “Like hearing about someone spotting Jaus. Real urban legend stuff. But Avo here’s real. Real as real can be. And if you don’t believe him–”
Marlowe waved the squire off–her focus switched back over to Avo entirely. “So, let me understand one thing here. You want to set up some kind of business relationship with me. Feed me direct scoops to whatever crazy shit you’re doing.”
+More than just that,+ Avo said. +Classified mem-data. Guilder troop movements. Details about inner politics. Which Syndicates are tied to what Guilds. How they’re running slaves through the Maw. Everything.+
“And… you get what in return?” Marlowe asked. “Propaganda? Good publicity? Recruits?”
+Your thoughtcast is a major Nether-traffic hub. Currently targeting those. Want to spread through the minds of the FATELESS. Empower them. Spread through them.+
“Define ‘spread’? Because I’m not letting you proliferate some kind of mem-con through my show.”
Draus briefly let her attention slip across the splinters and snorted. +Let. She ain’t got no ability to decide.+
+Not mem-cons,+ Avo replied. +Just fragments. Of myself.+
He promptly showed her the memories of his descent through the Deep Nether, but the sheer chaos of traversing the roiling subconscious of Idheim left Marlowe overwhelmed. “Right. Sure.”
+Don’t want to twist the minds of the people. To bend them to my will. Can. Would be easy. But I have a greater design in mind. Want you to help with that. Want you to speak to the city. To make it realize things. Conclusions they can reach. Decisions they can make on their own. Let them witness the real war. The true war approaching.+
“The true war,” Marlowe said, murmuring slowly.
Her hesistation made Avo smile. Slowly, his phantasmal self held out a clawed hand. +Come with me. I want to show you something. Accept my Ghost-Link. Want to help you see.+
A chain of ghosts extended from Tavers’ accretion, and the thoughtcast host flinched at its approach. Looking to the older woman for guidance, she got only a shrug in reply.
“You’re going to be diving in deep, Cala,” Tavers said. “I will not bullshit you: once you catch of glimpse about what the Guilds are doing–what’s actually happening behind the scenes–you’re either gonna stay on with us, or ask Avo here to pluck out your memories. Don’t know what choice you’ll make, but I can tell you this–there won’t ever be a chance like this again. To take it to the Guilds. To make the kind of difference you always dreamed of.”
The host swallowed. “Honestly, I’m still a bit worried that your friend here might just eat me.”
+Would have just done it instead of speaking with you in the first place,+ Avo replied. +Save your fear for later. There are things far worse than I. Far worse.+
The outgoing request for his Ghost-Link blinked across his cog-feed another moment more before Marlowe made her decision.
GHOST-LINK ACCEPTED
Avo grinned, and as their minds synced, he let her hear his templates, poured a concentrated drip of his experiences over the past month, and relished as she gasped.
“Holy fuck,” Marlowe groaned. “All that shit? In a month?”
+And two weeks.+
“What the hells are you? And–your Frame.” Noise became Marlowe’s mind. Noise, and exhaustion.
Good. Now he was going to show her the true face of New Vultun, show her just how bad things were–and who was trying to fix the damage.
With simple thought, he shifted her with him as he shuffled his base mind across his various splinters, and they plummeted from Light’s End to the gutters below.
***
–[Chambers]--
Chambers recalled his fire from the last defender’s orifices, and a stream of winged aratnids followed the flames. The Syndicate enforcer twitched his last to the backdrop of various other bioforms devouring his comrades.
Blood spilled down from the railing overhead as insectoid monstrosities and devouring swarms stripped flesh from bone and emptied the complex of Syndicate presence. As the place was once a meat processing plant, all the gore and viscera that feel slipped through the open grates along the ground. The way the place was built made the whole killing thing easier.
It was also the reason why the Syndicates used the location as a transplant harvesting facility. Something Cas managed to discover from one of his informants just a day ago after they got back into the city.
Staring down at the unmoving body of the enforcer he just killed, Chambers chewed the insides of his cheek as he struggled to wrestle his thoughts into compliance. A little over a month ago–a whole lifetime before he became a ‘Clad–he was pretty much the same piece of shit as the man he just killed.
He’d done the same gigs before. Slave transportation. Organ delivery. Hells, the score that decided his fate was over some nice implants he squeezed out of that half-strand Shred. As dying shrieks and final pleas for mercy filled the air, Chambers directed his bioforms to make things quick and spare the suffering.
The sooner he finished snuffing the bastards the better. That’s all he had to think about that.
The longer he dwelled on the whole “morality” thing, the sooner he end up spiraling into thoughts about why he deserved to be a Godclad. Why he was the one chosen when so many were already dead and done. Especially since he really, really wasn’t that different.
Just lucky.
Aedon Chambers. Always saved by someone else’s luck.
As he looked up, the guilt inside him didn’t lessen, but grew. Strapped to a filthy gurney, kept alive by a clearly smuggled medical drone, Chambers looked at the slave’s writhing body and felt his wards quiver.
The limbs, eyes, ears, and legs of the mod-slave were removed. Every “secondary” organ not required for the body to maintain its survival, basically. An empty disinfectant nozzle protruded above the stall, and an active conveyor belt moved along the corners in case anyone had some new “harvestables” to deliver.
Once, these stalls were filled with cattle-style bioforms. The faded logo on the ceiling placed this misery factory as one of Ori-Thaum’s subsidiaries. Nutri-Fresh. Crashed out when the Guilds cut their development plans for most of the Warrens after the 4th Guild War. Now, instead of weird modified cows, the five thousand stalls were filled with tortured messes of people. Limbless, tongueless, eyeless, earless, with tubes going down their throats and up their asses and groins.
Well. Here was the other part of his job. The “product’ he was supposed to keep.
Just his luck he was saved. Just his misfortune he was now among decent company – among people he actually liked. The resulting spike to his empathy receptors was beginning to make him feel like–
–[Avo]--
+Chambers,+ Avo said.
“Gah! Fuck!” Chambers jolted. All his connected bioforms shifted. Flames sprayed through the air. His Bioigniter flickered out from him with shock–a festering burning cross with infected pores and pulsating hives behind the flames. He collapsed it back into his Frame as he realized it was just Avo. “Godsdammit consang you scared the piss out of my ass. I was doing my deep thinking and shit. A little warning next time.”
+Connected to my splinter. Can see what my minds are actively doing.+
“Yeah? Well, I’m doing things here too. Look at the horror show I gotta clean up.” Chambers waved a hand at the body. “I can probably burn what’s missing back into them but mentally–” Chambers looked at the thoughtstuff hissing out of the body. “I’m not sure if there’s much there for a thaum or ghost anymore even if we wanted to get some easy pickings.”
+Can put them back together,+ Avo replied. +Just cast Draus. Have her open passage. Get them across to containment.+
As Avo spoke, Chambers sensed a trickle of raw disgust and fascination escaping into his Metamind. Checking his system, he realized there was another mind included in their network. A newcomer.
+So,+ Cala Marlowe said, clearing her throat awkwardly. +I don’t know if this is your first job interview or what, but usually, the fucked-up slaughterhouse comes after I sign the contract, not before.+
+Extracting these people,+ Avo said. +Getting the FATELESS out of here. Across to the enclave. Chambers. Cast her the Syndicate’s mem-data. Show her what you’re trying to do.+
Coughing, Chambers pushed his prior angst aside and cleared his throat. +Yeah. Yeah! These–we gotta stop these Syndicate bastards from hurting the innocent. That’s why we’re here. To do the right thing.+
A beat passed.
+Chambers,+ Avo said. +Why are you talking like that?+
+He’s trying to impress our “novitiate,”+ Kae explained, speaking absently across the splinters.
+What? No, I’m just fucking driven now. To–to do the right thing. The city is… full of darkness and evil. It has to end.+
Unbelievably, Marlowe snorted. +Nice. Very Dannis Steelhard sounding.+
Chamber’s heart skipped a beat. +You… you watch Dannis?+
+Yeah. Seen a few of his vics. Honestly, it’s not that extreme. And the plot for “Cuckholder” wasn’t half bad.+
+Extactly! Exactly!+
+Chambers,+ Avo said, unsure how to take Marlowe and Chambers connecting due to degeneracy. +Victims first. Questionable pornography second.+
And in the back of his mind, he faintly heard Calvino chuckling.
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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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