Stein being out of play isn't really so bad since Matt is offline for a week or two.
Besides, Martin's been holding back for mostly OOC reasons. The only thing keeping him bfrom going on a rampage IC is his respect for his family and his reluctance to murder Stein and BIOPilot.
He could have erased all of Terebithia a long long time ago.
Plus I gave plenty of warnings, this was easily in the scope of what Martin could do, and it was either kill Stein or watch Mithias die.
Instead he finds a 3rd option and gives Stein a new fresh youthful body. Pretty sweet deal if you ask me.
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There I meddled.
been waiting for pages to do that, but Martin didn't want to kill Stein.
So I decided to have Martin wait until his hand was forced.
Even then, didn't kill him. Thought up an alternative.
been waiting for pages to do that, but Martin didn't want to kill Stein.
So I decided to have Martin wait until his hand was forced.
Even then, didn't kill him. Thought up an alternative.
"̢̀͡ I guess there was never a way around this moment after all... Time to cut out the disease and end your sickness for good, before you do something irreversible. "̸̶̴͠
Martin reached into his brother's mind, as he had done so many times before. He carelessly pushed aside what was left of the defenses and scanned every spark and every node. An immense calculation, a fraction a second later, he had mapped every synapse dedicated to housing Stein. As expected, the living memory had grown, and was actively pressing down on his brothers auditory and emotional systems.
With a simple command all of it, every memory Stein had, every plan he'd concocted and every secret he'd kept. All of it was erased from Mithias's mind.
Replaced by the first thing Martin encountered in his network, an extensive knowledge on psychology, copied from a few psych students in Toronto.
But there was one problem, Martin couldn't make himself destroy something like this. Such potential couldn't be wasted.
So against his better judgement he took the data he'd stolen from Mithias and implanted it into the body of a comatose human child on the west coast.
Taking care to attach all the strings in the right places he used the being called Stein to repair the long lost brain of the kid.
Soon the Titan Mind would arise in a hospital bed far from here, with just vague memories of his former life and two loving parents by his 6 year old side.
His clearest memory would be the voice of Martin echo trough his head.
"̢̀͡ You have been given some decades to reflect on your plans, and understand why you were wrong. I shall give you one hint, learn the difference between angels and monsters. "̸̶̴͠
Martin then returned his attention to Terebithia.
By grace of his foresight in removing the AI's ability to perceive him he slipped into the massively expanding mind.
With a metaphorical finger on the off-switch he did nothing yet, he waited and watched. He wanted to see these so called angels he'd seen in Stein's mind.
Martin reached into his brother's mind, as he had done so many times before. He carelessly pushed aside what was left of the defenses and scanned every spark and every node. An immense calculation, a fraction a second later, he had mapped every synapse dedicated to housing Stein. As expected, the living memory had grown, and was actively pressing down on his brothers auditory and emotional systems.
With a simple command all of it, every memory Stein had, every plan he'd concocted and every secret he'd kept. All of it was erased from Mithias's mind.
Replaced by the first thing Martin encountered in his network, an extensive knowledge on psychology, copied from a few psych students in Toronto.
But there was one problem, Martin couldn't make himself destroy something like this. Such potential couldn't be wasted.
So against his better judgement he took the data he'd stolen from Mithias and implanted it into the body of a comatose human child on the west coast.
Taking care to attach all the strings in the right places he used the being called Stein to repair the long lost brain of the kid.
Soon the Titan Mind would arise in a hospital bed far from here, with just vague memories of his former life and two loving parents by his 6 year old side.
His clearest memory would be the voice of Martin echo trough his head.
"̢̀͡ You have been given some decades to reflect on your plans, and understand why you were wrong. I shall give you one hint, learn the difference between angels and monsters. "̸̶̴͠
Martin then returned his attention to Terebithia.
By grace of his foresight in removing the AI's ability to perceive him he slipped into the massively expanding mind.
With a metaphorical finger on the off-switch he did nothing yet, he waited and watched. He wanted to see these so called angels he'd seen in Stein's mind.
Ujauja snickered, he had a pretty decent idea of what was going on.
He remained silent up on his post for now though. He was content to watch them go at it for now.
Even though he hated them for all their flashy power, he somehow felt himself rooting for them whenever they cut down another hollow marked by him.
It was simply safer and more lucrative to let them all be and collect the spoils. This weirded him out a little.
This was the first time common sense prevailed over jealousy. Was he becoming sane?
He remained silent up on his post for now though. He was content to watch them go at it for now.
Even though he hated them for all their flashy power, he somehow felt himself rooting for them whenever they cut down another hollow marked by him.
It was simply safer and more lucrative to let them all be and collect the spoils. This weirded him out a little.
This was the first time common sense prevailed over jealousy. Was he becoming sane?
"̢̀͡ Whatever you do, do not lose sight of who you are. "̸̶̴͠
Echoed the recognizable voice of Martin. Hollow like a dark midsummer night it glamoured from every direction.
In the distance was a light that came closer. A small, red flame danced up and down as it came closer with every echoing step.
From the endless darkness stepped the image of Martin, as he was long ago.
The white jacket and wool pointed hat and bell that never made a sound.
In his hand was the source of the light, a small golden oil lamp with a small dancing flame.
His face showed frustration and helplessness.
After a long period of silence he spoke again.
"̢̀͡ I promised to stay out of your head, but this situation is... different. You've never been this close to oblivion. "̸̶̴͠
Martin sighed, human like. With a voice slightly broken he continued.
"̢̀͡ I know that defeating your demons is a challenge for you to overcome by yourself... But there will be a point where you are beyond saving brother. While we can no longer die, you can still be erased. Forgotten. "̸̶̴͠
Martin sat down in front of Mithias and put the lamp in between them, carefully stroking it. The faint red glow flickered in the pale white of his blind eyes.
"̢̀͡ Please, let me help you. "̸̶̴͠
Echoed the recognizable voice of Martin. Hollow like a dark midsummer night it glamoured from every direction.
In the distance was a light that came closer. A small, red flame danced up and down as it came closer with every echoing step.
From the endless darkness stepped the image of Martin, as he was long ago.
The white jacket and wool pointed hat and bell that never made a sound.
In his hand was the source of the light, a small golden oil lamp with a small dancing flame.
His face showed frustration and helplessness.
After a long period of silence he spoke again.
"̢̀͡ I promised to stay out of your head, but this situation is... different. You've never been this close to oblivion. "̸̶̴͠
Martin sighed, human like. With a voice slightly broken he continued.
"̢̀͡ I know that defeating your demons is a challenge for you to overcome by yourself... But there will be a point where you are beyond saving brother. While we can no longer die, you can still be erased. Forgotten. "̸̶̴͠
Martin sat down in front of Mithias and put the lamp in between them, carefully stroking it. The faint red glow flickered in the pale white of his blind eyes.
"̢̀͡ Please, let me help you. "̸̶̴͠
It seemed everyone was too busy with the lesser hollow to pay Ujauja any mind. Perfect.
He went on the hunt. He had a perfectly cruel little tactic. Whenever a shinigami was fighting alone Ujauja would skitter out of a corner and quickly tear him apart before its opponents could finish him. After that he'd fight the hollow, but not to kill. As soon as he got a good bite out of every one he'd make his escape.
It wasn't a very well known fact, but Ujauja knew of a very interesting little fact about Hollow transformation.
Once eaten, a hollow can't grow.
With those bites the hollow are marked and when they die their souls are taken by the offender.
Unless the bitten eats the biter the bitten is incomplete, it can't grow and advance to the next level.
With every ambush and bite another hollow was doomed to never see himself become a Menos. And should they die, even by shinigami hands, Ujauja got the spoils.
The prospect of this horrible misery he was inflicting made Ujauja all giddy with anticipation, it wouldn't be long for the first harvest to start.
After he lost count he sat down on a tall industrial chimney and took in the scenery of death and destruction bellow.
He stared down at the mayhem and spotted Soi, and later Ken'ichi. He watched them in silence, while he picked his teeth with a broken zanpacto.
He went on the hunt. He had a perfectly cruel little tactic. Whenever a shinigami was fighting alone Ujauja would skitter out of a corner and quickly tear him apart before its opponents could finish him. After that he'd fight the hollow, but not to kill. As soon as he got a good bite out of every one he'd make his escape.
It wasn't a very well known fact, but Ujauja knew of a very interesting little fact about Hollow transformation.
Once eaten, a hollow can't grow.
With those bites the hollow are marked and when they die their souls are taken by the offender.
Unless the bitten eats the biter the bitten is incomplete, it can't grow and advance to the next level.
With every ambush and bite another hollow was doomed to never see himself become a Menos. And should they die, even by shinigami hands, Ujauja got the spoils.
The prospect of this horrible misery he was inflicting made Ujauja all giddy with anticipation, it wouldn't be long for the first harvest to start.
After he lost count he sat down on a tall industrial chimney and took in the scenery of death and destruction bellow.
He stared down at the mayhem and spotted Soi, and later Ken'ichi. He watched them in silence, while he picked his teeth with a broken zanpacto.
Have a great break.
now let's see what to do with this. hmmm.
now let's see what to do with this. hmmm.
Alrighty then, so.. what other parts of the plot are there?
I suggest some people making more SOLDIER characters so we have a somewhat even fight there?
There's also the sarcophagus in the mines.
Important note! (mostly to Shikaru):
The package Cedric handed to Matt contains a stone cylindrical object covered in lines making it resemble a rubix cube.
There's some texts on it in archaic Latin reading "Revelations 1:13-18"
Most people who examine it will figure out it's some kind of puzzle and fucking around with it will make stone ridges stick out in complex patterns.
Shouldn't be hard to guess what it is and what it's for.
I suggest some people making more SOLDIER characters so we have a somewhat even fight there?
There's also the sarcophagus in the mines.
Important note! (mostly to Shikaru):
The package Cedric handed to Matt contains a stone cylindrical object covered in lines making it resemble a rubix cube.
There's some texts on it in archaic Latin reading "Revelations 1:13-18"
Most people who examine it will figure out it's some kind of puzzle and fucking around with it will make stone ridges stick out in complex patterns.
Shouldn't be hard to guess what it is and what it's for.
The Irish Tree said
And then Horace learned what's a pizza.
but he doesn't know what cheese is yet right? that'll be fun to explain.
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