You don’t know what it’s like when the air turns to poison. When the light tries to devour you. When your flesh turns into your enemy…
-Unknown enclaver after Guilder raid
23-2
That Which Lurks (III)
–[Draus]--
Every Guild warred differently.
Highflame’s cadres are the tip of their war hosts, punching through while golems, Regulars, and armor flood in to hold the land.
Ori-Thaum relies on Nether supremacy, high-concept Heavens, and hiding behind Stormtree's skirts while the Scaarthians do the dying for them.
Ashthrone and Sanctus are a one-two punch; the latter moves and fights guerilla across space and time with their chronoframes, bringing with them the former to spew their entropy and render entire districts Rend-choked.
The No-Dragons are decay and attrition combined–fighting them’s always a two-front war as your own flesh betrays you while their endless swarms of bioforms blot out the skies.
Out of all the Guilds, though, Draus found Omnitech the most displeasing adversary. The lack of actual killing she got to do bothered her. Theirs was a force that was all golem; all metal; all mech. At best, she might get to scalp some modified jock entombed in one of these machines. Judging from the scant dots of static within the carriers, it seemed like her near future was going to be filled with dead metal.
It didn’t help that whatever anomalous signal they used bricked her implants. She was operating at less than half-capacity before this even started. But there was a consolation to this problem. A new understanding.
If, at this moment, she was just a mortal again–a street squire–there wouldn’t be anything she could do. Her augs would betray her, eat her hollow from within. And she’d either have to pull out or get snuffed. In the actual present, however, she was a Godclad. And getting a new Heaven of Signals to counteract whatever weirdness they inflicted on her today was going to be a reward unto itself.
There was nothing like turning your enemy’s weapons back against them.
As the Fardrifter's torrential Yondergales tore the carriers off course and splashed dispatched drones against the ships’ battered hulls, Draus speared down the Nine Streams.
Each of her “selves” sailed forth like gleaming flechettes. Her Replicas sprouted metaphysical artillery pieces in the shape of wings, and she accelerated with each round they loosed. Waterfalls of ammunition christened her as she tore into the scattered drones with space, glass, and gunfire.
She faced each carrier as a lance of five. Five prismatic titans edged with shimmering pathways, with hovering spears jutting out in place of wings, and three hundred orbiting mirror-bright shields redirected any and all assaults on her person.
With the improvements Kae applied to her heavens, she came as a prismatic knight, blade held aloft with pathways shimmering along the edge. Lacking a head, her Replicas’ reflective chestpieces were aglow with a triangular cluster of fractals, and through the transparency of her glass poured the unceasing ordinance of every gun she held since possessing the Arsenalist.
Slugs, flechettes, beams, and missiles blossomed out from her changing lances. Shockwaves of devastation tore through the oncoming drones, cleaving gaps into their formations, and sending their slagged debris falling into the maze beyond the Yondergales as molten droplets.
As one, each of her Replicas dove into the thick of chaos. Wrecks of falling metal vanished through the passageways of her shields. Thinking ahead, she vitrified missiles and projected them along the periphery of the battlefield. They would circle the engagement, slowly encompassing the carriers so where their defensive screen of drones thinned first, she would be there to exploit the breakthrough.
The only thing she couldn’t do was turn her foes to glass. Though she tried, it felt like she was prying at something that wasn’t there. The matter comprising the carriers and drones felt distant from her grasp. As if she was trying to clench a fistful of water.
As klaxons sounded from each carrier, wavelengths of static filled the air while integer-filled rivers overflowed the warships and infested the airspace of the Fardrifter’s inner reality.
Well. If she had to guess, that was why she couldn’t just shatter them. There was another canon at work. Another Heaven to contend against hers.
REND CAPACITY [SIMULACRAE REPLICA] - 7%
REND CAPACITY [ARSENALIST] - 4%
WARNING: HEAVENS DETECTED
->STALKER OF STATIC SYMPHONIES (SOUND/SIGNALS/TECHNOLOGY/BIOLOGY) x3
The numbers leaking from each carrier condensed, spreading out into a vaguely humanoid figure. It had twelve limbs–all of their arms and hands–and as it clawed for purchase, the oscillating notes of the carriers’ alarms made its contours reverberate.
Even with reflexes magnified by her Replicas, the pulsing of the wavelength seemed a blur to Draus.
+They’re trying to undergo metamorphosis,+ Avo said, and over from his mind came the maddened murmurs of the Techplaguer, rambling about the need to shift its form. +One of their canons is like my Skin of Virtuality.+
+Can you peel it off?+ Draus asked.
+Intend too.+ A pause followed. Three transparent splinters unlatched from her mind. And then she felt the blood in the back of her head begin to twist and move to the whims of an outside will. +Reconstructing your deck and ansible. Need a catalyst for the Techplaguer. Going to hit them with Datarot. Leave them to you after. Enclave secured. All invading liquefied. Enclaves downed. Nerve agent. Need to see if I can keep them alive.+
+Synced,+ Draus replied. A weight settled in the back of her head, but then her animated blood washed down the damaged reflex booster on her spine and restored it as well. She triggered her Accelero and Volant implants without prompt, and her reflexes went into overdrive.
Suddenly, the Omnitech Stalkers slowed and the numbers became almost comprehensible. The drones were almost at an utter standstill, and she dove through their destroyed lines to get at her true foes.
As she drew close, her ansible lanced out like a needle–a thin broadcast escaping from her implanted exocortex. From it came a festering chaos that began to eat through the numbers. It repeated twice more to prick the other two carriers as well, and a hungering entropy began to spread within the shivering membranes of each Omnitech Heaven.
The thaumic poison was fast-acting. Within a heartbeat, she watched as Soulfire detonated around her hulls, masking their backgrounds in incandescent coronas. Drones tumbled and twitched as biology and technology began to weave between one another. Actual cybernetic limbs erupted along the spine of the carriers, their forms lurching between manifested Heaven and tower-sized ships struggling to stay steady as the Fardrifter tried to wrestle them from the sky.
She launched new projectiles through the glass-tipped missiles she fired earlier, taking advantage of the chaos to strike a decisive blow before the carriers could reoriient. Glass shards escaped from glass missiles as she invoked a new canon Kae designed specifically for her.
Shattershunt was a high vulgarity miracle. In the words of Kae, what it did was very, very much against the stable fabric of reality. That was why Draus kept it in reserve until she was certain to get an opening, for each invocation of its power came with a full five-percent increase in Rend.
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Considering that it utterly shredded both space and matter, it was a small price to pay.
Twelve Shattershunt shards went out in total, each imbued with a two-way passageway. Slipping through the gaps left by the drones, her attack did not strike did not strike the carriers head-on. Instead, she encompassed them with her shards, passing above, below, and from teh sides, four sets of shards for each carrier. As luminous diffractions of light passed through the forms of the Stalkers, Draus triggered Shattershunt and cracks began to spread out from each missile as spatial reality itself unraveled.
Where most passageways were stable demiplanar environments that one could travel through, Shattershunt inverted the idea to achieve maximal devastation. As each shard externalized their passageways, an unstable bridge of liminality formed between them and their connected pair, passing clean through the hulls of the Omnitech carriers. Then the real damage came. Both anchors of the passage shattered, and all that was between found itself compressed.
The entire thing was like using the Domain of Space as a pair of scissors. Except the scissors only cut when you blew up two ends of a bridge. When the Stalkers came apart, it was more with an unnatural squeeze than a visible cut, and the best part was when things were severed with Shattershunt, they stayed apart.
Because that was just how that section of space functioned until her Heaven decided to vent.
REND CAPACITY [SIMULACRAE REPLICA] - 38%
The waves of faux-data broadcast from the carriers vanished with the peeling of their ships. As they died, Soulfire continued to detonate out from their Heavens, sustaining backlash after backlash as Avo’s Datarot ate through them thaumatically as well.
Their ambush proved to be total. Overwhelming. And synergistic.
Draus still didn’t like breaking dead metal, but as she saw splashes of blood twisting aspects of the crumbling carriers, she saw flashing ripples of radiance sweep over each of the Stalkers and pull them into the orbit of a thaumic presence vastly more immense than they, she couldn’t help but grin.
Bagging Heavens was the biggest game there was, and she was only too happy to play.
As the towering carriers fell in severed meteorites of metal, the drones were followed, most already hollowed by the Data-Rot themselves. The Yondergales parted as the Fardrifter dove beneath the rushing winds.
A rushing mist of crimson swallowed most of the falling debris. More patterns for Avo’s Woundmother. One he let impact against a hillside, the thunderous collision ringing loud for kilometers and sending dirt high over the lands.
Over the horizon, ashen trees flapped their branches and took flight, their behavior an imitation of birds.
+Stalkers secure,+ Avo said. He sounded less pleased than she expected. +Enclavers dead. Biologies twisted by invasive technology. Couldn’t stop it.+
The information passed through Draus like a status update. People died. That was war. That was life. +Got their Heavens now. Can bring ‘em back to Kae. See what she can make of them. Good haul. Domain of Tech ain’t common.+
+No,+ Avo agreed. +Neither is a Neo-Creation voidship.+
Her attention turned to the prize he hinted at, and she found the mountain enclave melting into rivers of blood. Haemokinetically constructed claws were prying the ancient voidship free from the crystalline cage that once encased it. As Avo unsheathed it from the mountain’s base, the winds around them burrowed deeper into the land as her Metamind detected its Domains.
WARNING: SOUL DETECTED
->[TERRAFORMATION MODULE-2994.04.04-Tundra-Mountainous-Chrismas Forever Standard] (Atmosphere/Mountains/Snow)
Draus’ Replicas snapped back together before vanishing as she emerged from the panel of glass she left within the enclave. With her Heavens dormant once more, she took in the devastated homestead–and swept her eyes across the many bodies left strewn across the interior.
The space stretched deep into the mountainside, with countless huts stacked between the temples. A main pathway ran between the communal housing, extending for approximately two kilometers before stopping at a half-carved rock face. Counting two hundred structures in total, Draus estimated the dead to be about eight hundred.
Not bad comparatively. Barely any deaths compared to a usual day at New Vultun.
Here, though? That was the entire community. But that wasn’t all bad either; more thaums and ghosts for Avo were always good, and so long as he touched them before they passed, they wouldn’t be losing any details about the place. Not its history. Not the people’s memories.
More than acceptable losses.
A shadow passed over her, causing her to turn away from the enclave’s interior. Turning past the open jaws of the mountain, she saw Avo dragging the voidship free from the haemified soil. As she left the enclave, a thought occurred to her as she flung a shard of glass out to seek the downed Omnitech carrier.
+Omnitech’ll probably send a scoutin’ drone out here. Gonna leave a little something special in the wreckage so when they retrieve their salvage, we get to hitch a ride.+
Avo grunted in agreement. He was using her blood as the primary source of his catalyst still, but directed the surrounding matter to serve him instead. Faintly, she could hear the Woundmother complaining about something. +Not going to subsume this one yet,+ he said, dangling the Neo-Creationist ship.
Up close, Draus stood witness to the relic of a bygone time as calcified clumps of plant-matter, moss, and clinging dirt rained from its edges. +Want Kae to have a look at it first?+
+No. Calvino. Something they could use to bargain for the George Washington’s crew. Maybe. Strike a deal. After we take what we can from its database. Going to need a Heaven of Technology for that.+
“Yes,” the Techplaguer cheered. “Bandwidth! More is better.”
{Avo… let’s talk about that Domain first,} Calvino began, sounding a bit more uneasy than normal. {There are risks using Omnitech’s Heavens. Instability and… incoherence.}
“Lies! I am very coherent! Administrator! The sky-burner lies.”
+Calm down,+ Avo said, prodding at the voidship using his Sanguinity. +Calvino is just scared. Like the rest. Afraid I might use it unwisely. Against them.+
“I support that course of action. Destroy the sky-burners!”
{Can you at least not graft the Domain of Technology to that one,} Kant murmured.
+No,+ Avo replied. +Techplaguer’s fine. Don’t want to waste any more time. Draus. Done for today?+
Her vitrified dagger curved around the side of a hill and vanished within the downed carrier’s open wounds as the question came. +Yeah. What’s up? You wanna incubate my Heavens now?+
+Arsenalist first. Simulacrae too essential for our efforts right now. Felt you planting a shard in the carrier. Good planning.+
+Yeah. Wanna see if we can chain this into another ambush if they come for the wreck. Be funny if we could keep that going for a while.+
+And lucrative,+ Avo replied. His Sanguinity condensed around the voidship, fusing a protective cocoon in shape. +Should find a separate place to store this.+
+I might got a few spots. Or I can just hold it in my Paracosmos for now. Keep it between places.+
+No. Risk too high. And might need you on standby soon. There are tasks that demand your… expertise.+
Her curiosity was piqued. She had been listening in on the rest of the cadre’s chatter as she worked, but they were more like background noise from a thoughtcast than anything. Considering his tone, she doubted this had to do with the media they were bringing in. Avo knew she didn’t care about Proparazzi.
Unless he wanted her to kill them.
+What’re my runs?+
+Syndicate trouble. Some critical targets we should snuff. But something even before all that. Lunch.+
+Lunch?+ Draus asked.
Avo grinned. +Kare Kitzuhada is going to be meeting her uncle soon. Think we should be on standby. Just in case. Been more than a few incidents with the D’Rongos. But they’ve gone silent. Even in the Nether. White-Rab’s been trying to keep an eye.+
+Alright. An overwatch op.+
+Something like that. Need you to be ready for emergency response in the real. Just in case. You and Dice. I’m going to plant him with a splinter. See if we can expand our “recruitment” some more.+
She let out a low breath. +Ain’t no end to the struggle, huh, consang?+
+Only for the dead. And only for the truly victorious.+
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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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