A raconteur from a bygone age once claimed that all the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. When my father first breathed this quote to me, it horrified me.
Merely players. Dancers on another stage.
Most fail to see the horror of the world. You are born into a cage. Your body is the first thing to betray you. And with time, a cage is built around your mind. Belief. Desire. Culture. All things that shape you. But also chain you. To roles. Archetypes.
Are we to be the lovers? Are we to be the heroes? Are we to be the victims? Are we to be the villains?
Are we to be anything but what we define ourselves to be?
This was where I noticed the first separation between me and my father. He found pleasure in the roles all people play. My mother, when asked, thought nothing of the narrative and simply claimed she would be the one who won.
But me?
I wanted to be everything.
I wanted to be the book. The page. The stage.
The world.
Again. You fail to see the horror. You fail to see the extent to which you are trapped.
But I did. And so I did the only thing any true reader would decide upon.
I claimed the role the bard failed to mention. I claimed the role of narrator.
I claimed the role of cage.
-Veylis Avandaer
24-8
The “Assembly”
+Scan his memories!+ Kae shouted.
+I did!+ Avo replied.
+Do it again!+
+I did!+
+Then how? How! You tell me how he can have another canon–someone else's canon–active inside his Soul?+
+I don't know.+
+You don’t know? I do know! I know that this–this is impossible! I’m telling you right now it's impossible.+
Marlowe coughed as she tried to ease Kae’s outburst. +Alright, Agnos, calm down. I’m sure that there’s a perfectly unreasonable bullshit explanation behind this.+
Her words were a droplet of water. Too bad Kae’s frustration was building like an inferno. +I will not calm down. This makes no sense. This defies everything I know about thaumaturgy.+
+Well, maybe it’s something you don’t know this time,+ Cas added.
Both Avo sighed as Marlowe winced at the Columner’s off-hand remark. If Kae was incensed before, she was incendiary now. +What–you–what do you know about me not knowing–you cultist! You think because you have your little rituals–+
+Kae,+ Avo grunted. +No. No personal attacks.+
+He personally attacked me first!+
+Cas. No personal attacks.+
The faither quietly nodded in the real and mentally prayed, asking his god to give him patience, and Kae grace. Avo blocked those thoughts from flowing across to prevent the Agnos from having an aneurysm.
+A Soul is contained within a Liminal Frame,+ Kae began, fuming as she devoured every minute detail on Marisov’s side. +Liminal. Liminal, as in occupying both sides of a threshold. Heavens are subrealities. Their rules are absolute. So. For this to work. He needs a Domain inside him. Which means either he cannot remember, or something else is happening. Something with the Agnosi.+
The Agnos’ mind branched along separate paths. A potential conspiracy among her fellow disciples? A missing memory? Or was this something more insidious–an exertion of metaphysical control possessed by none other by the High Seraph.
Veylis Avandaer’s Heavens and capabilities were masked in mystery and shrouded in history. Perhaps she bore hidden knowledge never revealed? Perhaps her understanding of thaumaturgy exceeded all others. Confidential though relations between Godclads and the Agnosi were, those of the thaumaturgic studies still spoke to one another, and when there was people, there was gossip.
But no trail ever led back to the High Seraph. No trail at all.
As time flowed on, so too did the golden tendrils continue to trickle forth from within Marisov, burrowing and interlacing his ontology with the progression of reality. The Instrument himself was ignorant, blind to how the paths already embraced him. From his cog-feed, the world was still as it was, but Avo, imbued with a Domain of Chronology, saw the subtleness of Veylis’ working and found himself disquieted by her influence.
Zein had claimed that if one ascended past the Sixth Sphere, they lost their ability to conduct themselves subtly. Such was perhaps true if the opposition had their own Domains of Chronology, but to the unprepared or unequipped, what difference was there to feel? A being existed in pace and relation to time, and only the dragons seemed capable of deviating from its fixed path of their own accord.
The shift from baseline reality to a parallel place made from the fabric of time was subtle.
Only Avo and those attached to him could see, for he had the domain within him and like called to like, for such was the law of thaumaturgy. Spying on the other members of the Instrument’s household–and the Elysium beyond–Avo found most individuals of significance likewise enwreathed in Veylis' invisible web, and likewise aware of their coming extraction.
As his Skimmer pulsed, existence turned sinuous with resplendent threads.
Fading starlight gleamed upon a vast valley of alloy. The Elysium here was not one for pleasure, but war. Internecine, it was called, for the proximity all the Lesser Houses shared here, for how the core of the district was the Apex Arena–a grand stage dedicated toward bloodletting and the envy of all those who risked the circuits.
Mansions faced each other on narrow streets as drones and machines kept the city clean. A light clung to the matter. Marble and steel sculpted the architecture. Bridges of fire arced over entire blocks, accelerating the speed of those who tread upon them. But beyond the surface was a sprawl in motion, for the mansions here were not affixed to a specific place, for the merits one household earned shifted levels upward, and the shame it suffered pulled it levels down. A faint kindling consumed homes, swapping their positions with the cycling of the day, shearing at those who dwelled here with doses of triumph, or the bitterness of defeat.
Power could be taken. Privilege could be lost. Highflame never let you forget that. Never stopped reminding you that lethargy meant death. Strive. Rise. Or wane. And fall.
And so it was that certain citizens lived in ignorance Veylis’ closing grasp. How millions upon millions of accretions were being upward in ascending fibers of gold, slipping high through the swelling clouds.
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+Millions,+ Kae breathed. +She’s interfacing with millions.+
+Millions here alone,+ Avo replied. The act wasn’t even that vulgar, but the sheer scope of the canon made Avo nauseous. He felt her weight before but to see the immensity of her reach firsthand was almost despair-inducing. His presence before her was less than that of a speck.
“All the more reason to build us, master,” the Woundmother whispered. “All the more reason we must grow. It takes resources and labor for a mountain to be dwarfed by a tower.”
The moment continued on for a few seconds as the number of golden bridges multiplied. Well over millions now. Far beyond. The horizon was turning into a pillared wall from Avo’s perspective.
[Blessed be the worthy,] Abrel breathed. [Blessed by Her majesty. Her power.]
[This is godsdamned hell,] Benhata muttered.
[This is a delusion,] Elegant-Moon chimed. [Suffering is not strength. Suffering is at best a byproduct. Too often the Golds forget that mastery takes time, and growth takes focus. But growth cannot happen in a cage, and such is what the gold is. A gilded cage. Owned by one woman.]
{People live lives of certain defeat here,} Calvino said simply.
The EGI’s statement drew Avo’s curiosity. +Why do you say that?+
{Because the dominance they seek is child-like; breaking. It cannot coexist with itself. It cannot develop or nurture without a sovereign in place. And that is what Veylis is. And that is the only thing keeping them stable. An unreachable master, with only the spots far below her open for the seizing. After all these centuries, what hope do the children have of matching the amassed fortunes of their undying forefathers?}
Draus almost sneered at that. +Hope ain’t gonna do shit. And the world don’t give a fuck if you’re a juv or not. Existence is one way. You’re another. Be the gun. Be the target. Face the end. Ain’t no other way.+
{You know this to be untrue, Captain Draus. You are already fighting for something different. Something better.}
+Nah,+ Draus replied. +Nothin’ like that’s changed for me. Way I see it, the only one standin’ and deliverin’ anything is Avo. The only one fighting and burning for what he believes. Everyone else just accepts, takes, and bends for more power.+
{So. Avo is the epitomization of Highflame’s truth to you then?} Calvino asked.
This time, Draus did sneer. +It ain’t about philosophy. Hells, Highflame isn’t a philosophy. It’s an act. A path. A way of being. To be the one who delivers on your own beliefs. Your own will. To rise. To grow. To become. ‘Cept the Chivalrics got too scared of losin’ what they had, and the Meritos still don’t got enough spine to just take what they want.+
A jolt ran through Avo’s Frame as soaring streams of chronology spilling out from countless citizens across the Elysium suddenly interlinked. A wrenching sensation followed as Avo felt Marisov’s ontology torn across two paths. The uncanniness of the sensation was hard to convey. It was as if the very nature of time was being bent, allowing people to exist across two places, two parallel streams of time.
From the perspective of a disconnected splinter, Instrument Idril Marisov was still in his mini-mansion, but his existence seemed to be stuttering. From his point of view, the existence around him peeled apart as a column erupted upward from beneath his feet. Rich maple floorboards shattered as a pillar of marble carried Marisov skyward, eliciting a gasp of shock from the man.
As he punched through his ceiling, Avo realized that every bit of matter here was simulated. Loading and deloading as if artifacts or memories in the Nether. The difference was the deciding Domain. Time instead of mind, with everything being simulated by an instance in history–past or present.
Veylis shadow loomed ever larger over Avo as he glimpsed the nature of the paths and suffered a subtle epiphany.
She wasn’t reshaping the world as it was, but drawing history over. Recompiling it within her own Heaven. Somehow, she could reach out to people. Was that because she remembered grasping them before? Was there a canon that rendered them miracles for her to wield? What were the limits?
As Marisov calmed himself, he straightened his back and placed his hands behind his back. His respirocytes and self-moving nanocells left him without a need for a heart, but that didn’t stop his guts from clenching with anxiety. As the wind swept around him, he snuck a peek at his competition from the corner of his eye and found most of them wanting. He thought he saw Instrument Jerit–the whimpering fool. They were clearly unprepared; they didn’t even have their armor on. Just a collared shirt and some slacks.
Pitiful. One must always be ready in advance.
As palliative moistures dotted Marisov’s forehead with freshness, the clouds combusted into a blinding sea of flame, but the Instrument endured the pain and never looked aside. He and countless millions more speared through the fires, baptized as they were drawn into the cleansing world ruled by the High Seraph.
As the blaze caressed him, licked at his flesh, his very Soul, the Instrument endured in silence, never flinching, never even blinking. His reward came when the inferno’s endurance broke, its grasp collapsing into fingers of loosening embers and trailing smoke.
The marble column that carried him was alight now. Ignited by tides of lapping flame below.
The clouds gathered all at once, collapsing to a singularity at the core of this existence, an impossibly wide platform for all to see. With each passing second, more and more citizens were elevated to the assembly, each carried by their personal pedestal to these glorious heights.
But much as the placement of one’s home could change, so too did their columns vary. Instruments were usually below Authorities and Seraphs. War heroes or others of significant esteem but lacking seniority to pursue a proper promotion remained at a level with their social betters, while those without Frames were only meters above the fire while the Ensouled dwarfed them by leagues.
Scoping his potential rivals and checking his vicinity to see if his wife and children were nearby, Marisov held himself with pride, keeping his chin high and gaze steady. Worthiness was an individual aspect. No one else could strive for such virtue on your behalf. They could potentially grant you a push or offer certain benefits, but one still had to live their own life, and one had to prove themselves through triumph over tribulation.
+Is this it?+ Chambers' thoughts were quiet. Almost too quiet for Avo to notice. The man was taking in the scene with fascinated disappointment. +This is what it means to be a Gold?+ He snorted. He laughed. He began to cackle. Kae sent Avo a worried squeak and Marlowe winced.
+Your consang doing alright, Avo?+ Marlowe said. +I don’t know him that well but… he seems kinda–+
+Just give him some time,+ Avo replied, though his own worries weren’t assuaged. It was what Chambers wanted.
+This is a dick-measuring contest,+ Chambers giggled. +Fucking–fucking, I remember doing this shit for Mirrorhead. Me, and all the other enforcers. Parading ourselves around. Playing hard when he was around. Trying to get his favor. Spitting slurs about him when he was gone. Fuck. Fucking hells. Of course this place is like him. Of course. It’s all one bad fucking joke.+
No sooner than his thought’s end did the encompassing platform at the heart of the assembly begin to change. A shadow crawled through the clouds, and the arrival of their presence brushed against the Fardrifter’s Domains.
As the vapors parted, a giant arose, needing no pillar to lift him from the fires, no means other than his own to ascend this realm. Chronology spilled from him too, but different from most other Godclads present, he was using the golden strings as a rope, like a titan climbing up into the sky. The shadow his being could cast would leave a district drowned in shadow, but his attire was composed of cloud-made robes of billowing white.
As light graced the giant’s features, Avo found himself looking upon a man bearing soft features. His eyes were small–like beads of cerulean, his lips thin, his head bare of any hair. The roundness of his facial structure made him seem almost infant-like.
As he lifted a hand to greet the assembled citizens of Highflame, seven hundred columns rose and carried their Godclads so they would be on an even height with the giant. Seraphs all, these were the hands and confidants of the High Seraph, the law-making arm of Highflame. Below them were mostly Authorities: policy enforcers and judicial interpreters. The Instruments and remainder stood nearest the flames as soldiers, servants, and security.
“Good evening, my peers,” the giant, Osjon Thousand said. He smiled genially at the specks of life around him, regarding them as if a father humoring his children. “I bid you warm welcomes to this grand assembly of ours. Alas, that is something only I bid you. The HIgh Seraph has asked me to convey another message. The first is one of disappointment. And disgust.”Murmurs broke among the gathered citizens. The tension inside Marisov was spiking and falling like a vibrating string.
“She has seen you. All of you. Your struggles against each other. The games you play to shame one another. They have shamed her instead. They have shamed our Guild. They have shamed our promise.” He clucked his tongue and shook his head. “I trust many of you have already noticed–already heard of the absence among you. House Greatling stands vacant here. Vacant, but not banished. Know that your peer, Uthred Greatling, and his son, Vator Greatling, have embarked on a journey of redemption of their own volition.”
Somehow, Avo doubted that. Directing his attention to Abrel, the template was suspiciously silent and doing her best to resist the weight of an onrushing trauma. The events here were as much her fault as her brothers. Even if they couldn’t see her, she felt the scorn, the shame. But she said nothing. She refused to give her hurt words; surrender power to it.
“But struggle between our peers must be put to a close. And though you have whispered, it is not our way to let things be decided in idle gossip. Great Houses of the Chivalrics. Know that her gaze is turning from you. Know that your failures remain unredeemed. Take heart and see former Authority Greatling as an example rather than a disgrace; he will stand ahead of a great many of you before this day is over.”
Previously, there were only mutterings. Now, there was open clamoring and naked terror.
Before the volume could climb, Osjon held out a hand and bade everyone back to silence. “That is but the first message for the start of this assembly. The second is another welcoming and a first and formal greeting to our uninvited guest.”
Avo felt an emptiness open inside him.
“The High Seraph sees you, dear stranger. And she recognizes your valor for triumphing against the Godslayer. Come forth and greet us. Come forth, and accept this privilege.”
UPDATE TO CHARACTER SHEET COMING VERY SOON
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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