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Post by The Judicator on Jan 25, 2007 19:48:05 GMT -5
OOC- This mission is for Brandon(Tech) only.
IC- *Deep underground, below the sewers and man made junctions, lay an ancient power, that is soon to be released. All that was needed was a drop of blood, and the slamming of an axe, and The Artificer would be awakened...
Jerry and his friends had bought "an awesome looking axe" from a pawn shop, surprised to find it came with instructions. Since they had nothing better to do that Friday night, they did as the instructions said.
The five kids gathered in an old junkyard, arranged so that they were the five points of a star.*
"Jerry, this is stupid man... I could be over at Melissa's house gettin' some right now." One kid complained.
"Be quiet dude..." Jerry said. "It'll only take a second."
*Jerry withdrew the instruction parchment and read off the magic words. As soon as he was done, he slammed the axe into the ground. Then, he withdrew his switchblade and cut his finger, letting a few drops fall on the axe. In a flash of light, the axe was gone. The five looked on in terror.*
"W- W- What the fuck!?" Said one kid to himself. Suddenly, the ground broke open, and up floated a skeleton, dressed in old, exotic clothing, as if he were a king. However, instead of the usual red royal color, it was gray, a steel like color. The skeleton had the axe in it's hand as it landed, surveying the junkyard while the kids nearly crapped themselves.*
"Excellent... A scrap yard." The skeleton said to himself with a raspy voice.
*Upon hearing the skeleton speak, the kids all ran in fear, and the monster let them.*
"What a perfect place to arise. This will be perfect."
OOC- How about you start off going there to scavenge for cool parts?
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Jan 25, 2007 20:07:12 GMT -5
"Tech!" "What?" "Check this out!" Brandon, Tech to some, made his way across a pile of junk, responding to the telepathic message from his flying familiar, the skull Mek. They had been in town for a few days, and had spent most of their time scavenging through scrapyards, garbage sites and even the occasional pawn shop, looking for things that would be useful in their experiments, even if only remotely.
"What it is it?" Brandon asked "And I thouhgt I told you to stop calling me Tech" "You did, but it's fun teasing you" The mechanic skull responded, showing a rare display of humor. Brandon picked up the object that Mek had found, and studied it more intently, his red-glowing, artificial eye scanning it for unusual energy signatures. "Might as well take this too, we haven't found anything else magical" Brandon said, dissapointed. Still, a microwave did contain useful parts, but nothing that Brandon didn't already have.
Snooping around scrapyards was a thing that Brandon had done for a long time, and he was devoloping some small amount of skill at it. Despite this unsuccessful attempt at finding anything, he had a feeling that there was something around the place that would be worth finding and investigating. He had just gad no idea what it was, or he might not have turned up alone
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Post by The Judicator on Jan 27, 2007 15:01:34 GMT -5
"I smell something... I smell... power..." Spoke the skeleton to himself, taking a break from his work. Since his revival, the creature known as Kor'Demmoth had been assimilating metal parts into himself, attempting to become fully powered again.
*With the scent of power teasing him, Kor'Demmoth climbed a hill of junk and looked out over the massive scrap yard. He saw nothing of interest, but could tell the general direction off the living energy source.
He set off in chase.*
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Jan 27, 2007 19:45:42 GMT -5
It had been another little while, and Brandon was beginning to feel frustrated. They had searched and looked and scanned everythyng that had even the mildest indication of magival energies, and so far they had come up with absolutely nothing. Brandon hated failure, he alwayas had, but when it concerned a thing as vital as his own instincts as a scrap-hunter and scavenger, it really got to his nerves.
After staring intently at the kettle Mek had brouht him for a few seconds, he flung it into the ground as hard as he could, fuelled by his spoiled rage. "FUCK this!" He yelled. "There's nothing even remotely fucking useful here, I'm not staying another goddamn minute!" Picking up the sports bag in which he had placed all the useful parts from the machines he had dessicated, he began walking back to the point from where he and Mek had entered. But he didn't take more than two. His eye began showing strange readings, things they had never shown before. This was something Brandon saw every day at the academy, the only problem was that he wasn't at the academy, and readings out here of this level couldn't mean anything good.
Dropping the sportsbag and quickly pulling out the only one of his creations that served as ranged weaponry, his catalyst gun, he prepared himself for whatever was going to show up. It could be friendly, he had seen that before. He had become close friends with people who had begun as odd readings on his scanners many times. But you really only needed one bad experience to be wary every time from then on
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Post by The Judicator on Feb 5, 2007 1:18:45 GMT -5
*The skeletal Kor'Demmoth leapt off a pile of scrap and landed around twenty feet away from you, but with his hands in the air.*
"Lower thy weapon fellow Technomancer, I come with my sword sheathed." The creature spoke in his raspy voice. "Tell me, what year is it? What city is this? Who are you?"
*The creature was quite curious about this new world he was thrust into, and was eager to find out more about it.*
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Feb 5, 2007 15:04:55 GMT -5
Brandon hadn't seen the skeleton arrive, but Mek, who had been hovering behind him to watch his back, had, and had warned Brandon of the... strange looking arrival. Brandon had spun around and been so close to fire on sight, the image that met him scaring him. at first he had thouhgt it was someone his friends had reffered to as "The Mutilator", but the mutilator had been gaunt and covered his face up from self inflicted wounds and macabre surgery where this one was plain skeletal. Not that it meant it posed no threat, and Brandon knew that.
"Lower thy weapon fellow Technomancer, I come with my sword sheathed" The thing said, in a voice that didn't exactly made Brandon feel more comfortable. The creature, a lich or whatever it was, appeared to come in peace, holding its hands above its head in a gesture of non-violence and an offering of peace and Brandon did indeed lower the catalyst shotgun, but only so it pointed at the ground in a 45 degree angle. Some people, no, many people didn't need more than their hands to pose a threat. Showing no weapon could be a trick to make him lower his guard, a trick used on Brandon before.
Brandon studied and scanned over the figure with his artificial eye, trying to find a match in his database, but it came out clean. He inwardly cursed himself for not having set up a permanent link to his stationary database, but it didn't help now. Then something dawned to him. The thing knew he was a technomancer? This could turn out to be bad, if not worse
"How about this?" Brandon said, wettening his lips. "We are both technomancers, so we are both used to bargaining for what we want and need. I'll answer your question, if you'll answer one of mine. We're in the year 2007, measured by the assumed birth of the christian messiah. What year are you from?" If there was one thing Brandon had taken from his parents, no matter how deeply he loathed them, it was a talent, if only slight, for buisness. And the first rule of buisness is 'Never give something away for free'
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Post by The Judicator on Feb 6, 2007 23:35:45 GMT -5
*The skeleton nodded upon hearing '2007.' He lowered his hands slowly and walked a bit closer.*
"I have experienced life only once, many years ago. I have experienced periods of active un-life like this many times... The most recent was... I believe fifty years ago... My true life began twenty years before we began calling the years as 'anno domini' or as others say... A.D. So, 2007 you say..." The skeleton said to himself, rolling the thought in his head. "Interesting. What is your name?"
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Feb 7, 2007 15:24:51 GMT -5
Brandon didn't like this sort of situation. He didn't know what he was dealing with, he was alone with no chance of help from others and he didn't know whether to be friendly or hostile. Overall, he wasn't in control and he hated it.
Fifty years ago? More than two thousand years ago? Not good. Brandon didn't know who or whatth is guy was, none of the things he said fit in with Brandon's compressed data. Then again there was always the chance that the thing was lying. Brandon considered hismelf samrt enoguh not to take any chances. He was not the best when it came to combat, far from it, but he was a surgeon with his catalyst gun, and he was not afraid to use it. It had yet to claim any lives, but seeing as this.. thing wasn't even breathing ti could barely be considered living.
"My, my name?" This could be very bad indeed. There were legends, urban legends of beings who didn't need to know more than your name to bind you to their control. Urban legends were not always reliable facts, but as mentioned before Brandon didn't like to take chances. He kept hins gun pointed at the ground as he licked his lips, but he let it fall just an inch or two more. If this guy wasn't gong to hurt him, there was no reason to provoke him. "My name is Tech, good sir. What's your's?" 'Tech' Was Brandon's marketing name, sometihng he used to distance himself from the name his hated parents had given him, and to avoid being tracked by people from his past. It wasn't his real name, but it was close enouhg for his answer not to be a lie, or least, a complete lie
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Post by The Judicator on Feb 7, 2007 20:56:27 GMT -5
*The creature laughed upon hearing the name 'Tech.' He placed his skeletal hands behind his back and began walking towards a large heap of wreckage, surveying it with his empty eye sockets with the ability of sight.*
"Such a vague name... Most likely an alias... But if you don't wish to reveal your true namesake to a creature like me, that is understandable. In which case, you will only call me Gear." He said, laughing at the ridiculous name he gave himself. "So, is this the only good scrap yard around?"
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Feb 10, 2007 14:41:34 GMT -5
This thing was creepy, very creepy. Brandon had associated with the undead before, but they had been vampires and they did tend to be more... preserved and less... falling apart. Then again, he had seen a lot more, and seeing as the thing had yet to show any sign of hostility Brandon was slowly becoming more relaxed, for better or worse.
The thing laughed and chills shot down Brandon's spine, but now that he had regained at least part of his composure and utilized the partial control he had over his nerves to keep the feeling in his mind, not letting it show physically.
The thing had figured out that 'Tech' was a cover name, a feat that had to be among the world's simplest. The name had sucked but it had worked, and it still served at least some purpose, a cover identity that still had some history to it.
"Gear, huh?" Brandon said, in a voice of masterly faked interest. "There are many more, but if you haven't been around in fifty years, my guess is that you've missed out on a lot of recent developments" If this.. thing was indeed a technomancer, then the two of them could, very possibly, work as a powerful duo within the bounds of magic market, and beyond.
But Brandon was getting ahead of himself and he knew it. "How about this? You tell me about your past, as much as you like, and I'll tell you an equal amount about mine?" Brandon didn't have too much data in his immediate memory, but the file that took up the most space was his history cabinet. If this guy was old as he claimed, maybe there would be some matches that Brandon could use. His shotgun was still pointing at the ground at a 45 degree angle from his gut. He was ready to shoot the second it would seem a good idea, for instance if the thing decided to try and kill him. He was more relaxed than be fore, but he knew it could prove fatal to give into that feeling. So he didn't
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Post by The Judicator on Feb 10, 2007 14:48:29 GMT -5
*The skeletal creature seemed entertained, but noticed your weapon. If he had eyebrows, one would be raised quite high.*
"I would like to add onto that offer. I'll tell you about my past, if you lower that weapon. If you don't, I'm afraid I'll have to even the scales." He said with a somewhat threatening voice. "You know not what I truly am."
*From all around, metal parts began to slowlt discintigrate, the small specks of metal floating to him and cover his bones.*
"Lower the gun and we will speak."
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Feb 10, 2007 16:50:37 GMT -5
Brandon's eyes shot right open. He felt that he had two options, shoot now and hope for the best or do as the thing said and, again, hope for the best. Since the readings the creature emanated were very disturbing plus the fact that Brandon had no idea what he was dealing with, he decided to do the later of the two, hoping that the things were looking now wouldn't last.
"Ok, ok chill dude" Brandon said, trying to soften up the situation which had taken an unpleasant turn. He let go of the gun with his left hand, letting it fall to where it pointed straight at the ground, his right hand still holding the handle, his finger no longer on the trigger. "Fine, fine 'Gear', you have a deal" Brandon was scared, very scared. He was hiding it well, but what the creature had just done freaked him out. Between that and the readings, it seemed that thing was far mroe powerful than Brandon was, and he did not want to get it mad, at least not before he had evaluated the situation and the danger he was in. He didn't want to die
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Post by The Judicator on Feb 10, 2007 17:12:15 GMT -5
"Good." He said simply. However, the metal bits comtinued to fly to him and cover his bones, giving them the appearence that they were made of metal.
"My past you say? Where do I begin...? I was born twenty years before the crucifixion of Christ, which by the way, I witnessed. I befriended an alchemist, he taught me alchemy, he was arrested by police, I tried to help, they nearly killed me. Their spear pierced my heart, and left me dying. Using the alchemy i knew, I kept my heart active with some metal parts. It kept me alive, at least... long enough. I operated with my entire body, making it so that machines kept me alive. However, due to the complexity of the machines, they would grant me life for only a few years, but I would be risen every fourty or fifty. I would rise, and assimilate metal to return to my alchemic form. I was alive for The Trojan War, Vietnam, The Crusades, and other great battles. Hell, in some, I fought, just not in the open... seeing as a metal skeletal creature would shock most. Hehehehe..." I said, emmiting a cold laugh.
*As I spoke, the metal parts were completing me, forming my true form. In a few moments, I would be complete.*
"Your turn. Tell me about your past."
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Feb 10, 2007 19:43:18 GMT -5
Ungood, Brandon thought, a little reminder from the book '1984' he was reading. If what this guy was saying was the truth, or even if only half of it was, Brandon was in way over his head. He could really use some help here, but the only backup he had was Mek and he wasn't designed for combat. What he wouldn't give to have Jonathan or Ace here right now!
The thing was almost complete, and Brandon knew that if he wanted to gamble on the chance of disrupting whatever weird technique the creature was using he would have to shoot, and shoot now. But he was scared, scared of what would happen if it failed, if he failed. When he looked back at the thing the chance had passed. Decisiveness had never been his strength.
"I took a bad drug that ate away my face, and then some scientist fuck-nuts thought it was a good idea to put metal there instead. Everybody from my past life died from that same drug or think I'm dead, and I can't change that without alerting the mundane public of magic. I'm born to parents who thought a kid would be a good asset to show to buisness partners and I'm seventeen years old" It was simplified but true, Brandon hated his life, the way it was and the way it had been. The only part of that life that he looked back upon with happiness had been stripped from him by his parents. "That enough?" Brandon was feeling anger surging through his system, changing the output of his energy, making it more destructive. Of course, that wouldn't show until he pulled the trigger of his gun
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Post by The Judicator on Feb 11, 2007 16:07:02 GMT -5
"Your tone is puzzling me... You're the one who wanted to talk of pasts, and now you're the one getting angry... Very strange." The creature said as more and more metal bits began to cover him. They, in some spots, took the form of gears and cogs, creating the appearence of a functioning machine.
"You know Tech, your tone is getting me uneasy... I'm not feeling safe anymore. Drop the gun."
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