supertinyking

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

thewizardguy said
"Oh God, please don't let me become one of them. Those.... those THINGS. They were like monsters, my own daughter....." Stein pauses, his voice cracking as he simply trembles with the shock of the events he had been forced to go through. Or at least, that's how the guard would no doubt interpret it. Stein was quite a convincing actor when he needed to be, easily slipping into any role, including that of the shocked panic-stricken survivor. However, he shook his head as his character brought together his thoughts quickly. "I need to talk to the Clone Emperor. That disease was released on purpose. There were too many simultaneous breakouts for it to have been an accident. I have crucial data on how this all started, please. I'll take the tests afterwards." Just a tiny bit of extra punch was put in the words. A hint of panic that was instilled into the guard's mind, as he genuinely felt the safety of the empire was being threatened.

"Well, our epidemic center will deal with this. The emperor does not need bothered...he is...dealing with something important." He says. "He ordered no one bother him for a week..." The guard adds, as he attempts to lead stine, showing a supporting hand. He smiles sorta warmly. "I know how you feel...my daughter......she was killed when a mad man torched out house...the mad man was found...and I personally strung him up." He says, his voice getting a bit sad when he mentions his daughter.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

thewizardguy said
Stein smiles, as the fools charge him. Straight, linear people, their minds clear and filled with purpose. They do not bend, they do not twist. However, that which does not bend is the easiest to break. A weed that does not give to the wind is snapped, and so too does the unbending mind snap. "I am the emperor, and you have been fooled." The words were a truth. Not in the normal sense, but in the ways that lies will become truths. Forged by the minds of fools, standing upon a pillar of good intentions and noble causes, a lie so deep it ingrained itself into the very minds of those that heard it. And in their minds, it was forged into truth, as each, protecting those feeble wills and goals that they had so long treasured, turned their blade to their allies. Driven by a single sentence, these warriors were turned to kill those around them. Fighting to protect the Lie which now existed within them, a truth they would hold and strengthen only to strengthen the illusion of righteousness, a mechanism to fend off the guilt of the slaughter that they had committed against their fellows. And, in that fantasy, even after Stein's departure, those that survived would devolve into madness.Stein walked forward, observing the teleportation mechanism that had been built. Of course, he had already prepared his strategy, but it seemed there was another player in the game. He had not been responsible for the sabotage of this mechanism, and mentally he complimented the antagonist who had caused it. It had been subtle work, quite well concealed amid the standard teleportation sequences. Of course, he already knew just who had interfered, and although he might not know their names, already he knew them in a truer sense than that, beyond any mere surface knowledge. For he could peer into the very soul of man, and behold the profound darkness that welled within, the festering hate, the fear, the insanity that pushed against the edges of every human's mind. "You and I have business, whether you realize it or not, woman. However, if you do not mind, I will make my departure now. I have an appointment to make."Being quite familiar with the same teleportation technology that was used by the Clone Empire, Stein was able to quite aptly remove the explosive sabotage that Minx had put in place. The explosion had not heavily damaged the machine, which of course was prepared for wartime scenarios and thus quite sturdy. It was built to directly send anyone using it to the homeworld, of course, but Stein had no issues with that. His preparation had been made, and still were expanding, this was simply the next step. The machine activated itself, as Stein was encased in a bright blue light, and then transported to whatever evacuation platform had been provided for the governors. His smile was absent, as he rushed to the nearest guard, panic written all over his place. "Sir, some kind of disease is rampant on Mezzuran! I had to use the teleporter to get out, the whole place has gone insane! Oh God they tried to kill me!"

As the teleporter began to wirr, it didn't activate. Something had stopped it from working...mayhap it was the explosive did more damage than stine first thought, or some other reason. In sort, the machine refused to function. Watching from afar, minx looked worried.
"Damn, he is good." She says, before concealing herself the best she could, and vanishing amoungst the chaos. However, after a spark and a click, he is sent to his destination.
"Sir, calm down." The guard says, as he walks over to the teleporter and shuts it down.
"A epidemic? You need to head for the medical wing. I'll escort you." He says, trying to lead stine off to a medical tent.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

thewizardguy said
`Hmph`. Mathew looks this strange man over. While the bootlicking certainly wasn't making him seem like any form of threat, those that can seem harmless often form a far greater threat than those that are seen initially as a danger. Mathew would need to balance the odds in this situation, deciding just how likely it was for this person to turn out to be an assassin, and just how much he could lose if that was the case. It wasn't entirely guesstimation, however, as several scans were reading the man's Divine Trace, as well as his molecular makeup, weaponry, and a variety of other simple scans. Just standing there, Mathew extended his senses through the machines around him, observing the stranger from all angles, and through a hundred different lenses and sensors, painting a complete picture of the man. "You came onto my ship in order to strike down an Angel who was performing a diplomatic treaty for me. By Imperium law, you are accountable for Assault, as well as interfering with imperial business. Both of these laws are recognized by most of this universe's advanced civilisations, and both are considered just." Mathew's eyebrow raises itself, almost mockingly, as he looks down at the man from his steel throne, surrounded by a sea of keyboards. "Consider this, for the purpose of this conversation, to be a court of law. How do you defend yourself from these accusations? If you cannot, then I must be forced to apply punishment as is appropriate for these crimes. Justice cannot be lax, after all, and your offenses are quite grievous."A ship had landed on the docks of the trade world. It was within the Clone Emperor's domain, however it was a world that found itself on a Dimensional Nexus, which made warp travel to an from this location quite easy. This had encouraged the original inhabitants of the planet to discover Warp Travel inordinately early, and they became explorers and traders throughout the galaxy. When the Clone Emperor had arrived, he had done so during a spat between two of the Matriarchs that had previously dominated the planet, and had taken the planet under his wing. Of course, even with the relatively good influence of the Clone Emperor's guiding hand, the town had naturally become a hive for illegal trafficking of slaves, drugs and weaponry. Hundreds of different species sold anything that they wished in the sprawling markets, and one could quite accurately state that everything was for sale. Planets, babies, demons, slaves, drugs, ships, antiqueties, art..... everything could be found on Mezzuran, the commerce planet that had become a focal point for intergalactic trade.The ship had been an odd craft by all standards. It had been large and square, which was quite practical due to the lack of air resistance in space, but was still quite an odd design choice. It was an ugly, scrappy piece of crap, but that wasn't so uncommon in such a place. However, anyone who had seen it arrive would have noticed it had an incredibly capable warp drive, no visible engines, and yet it moved completely silently. A stealth craft, a smugler perhaps. And yet, it had no cloaking field, and didn't even attempt to hide from the sensors set up by the authorities to discourage smugglers. Of course, all those who speculated about what the ship's purpose was, as well as how much it would be worth, would have been far more surprised to find what secrets were hidden within.Through the busy streets walked a man. He was a tall man, white hair swept to the side messily and a pair of glasses upon his face. He wore a long white coat above grey shirt and jeans, covered in odd stitches. The man strode with confidence, and people and non-people stood aside as he passed. Great warriors and merchants both renowned and unknown stepped aside, hugging the sides of the street. Vendors fell silent, the ever-present shouting halting into unnatural silence as the man walked past. And even when it resumed, there was an edge to it, a twist, a malicious will. For the people had not stood aside for a massive figure, nor some biologically engineered machine of massive destruction and death, conjured up from some twisted science lab. They stood aside for the grin on the man's face. The look in his eyes, that brought tears to the eyes of even the bravest of warriors. For that day, Hell walked through the streets.Men brawled in the streets, as prices were raised. Voices dropped from the usual shouts into screams of anger and pain, as a war mech flung a presumptuous smuggler through a wall. The clone police force was on the scene, and yet many of them simply watched, oddly mesmerized, as like a ripple death spread from the steps of the demon. Gunfire, lasers cutting through the badly constructed buildings as the reasonable ripped each other apart. Explosions ripped through the town, as, shouting and screaming, the entire city began a slaughter. With each step that hit the cobblestone path, a ripple of insanity shot out through the crowds, as children killed their parents. Crying and wailing those that recovered held the corpses of those that they themselves had slaughtered. Murder fell to the norm, as the clones themselves joined into the fray. In the name of justice, supposedly, the innocent aggressors were gunned down viciously. The town was a warzone with a billion factions, a Hell dominated by the darkness, the passion and hate, the blood and soul of humankind.Grin affixed to his face, the man walked up the steps to the House of Government. Guards rushed towards him, only to devolve into a nameless, murderous squabble. The doors slammed ahead in front of the man, blown apart by an inexplicable wind. Practically surrounded by an aura of swirling wind, the man stared up at the governors that had been gathered that very day to discuss the future of the planet. " Gentleman, how nice to see you're all here. I'm looking for a fellow. I'm sure you know him. Quite big, scary face, loves being self-important and righteous." Smiling, Stein stood there, the manifestation of Death.

The clone body guards sent to protect this detail rush stine, unlike the others he seens, they are different. Some flung spells, others fired with energy weapons, a few rushed with blade and bludgeon.
"For the emperor!" One shouts, and while the assult happens, the governers rush back, into a large device installed in the room, teleporting them away to the main planet. Or they would, if the device hadn't been rigged to explode, killing most all of the governing body of the planet. From the top of a far off building , watched Minx, using a pair of thermal binoculars.
"So, that's the infamous stine? He looks to be trouble...." She says, before vanishing.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Tyki said
"i'd suggest getting some tea before the diarrhea starts" the man says evenly before handing her some of the food he was cooking before putting a kettle on for some tea. "the tea is to help with the side effects... and treat that kunai like your new glave for the time being. until i see fit to start the specialized training your glave will remain in it's current state"meanwhile: the clone emperor shits himself violently

((I call bullshit on the emperor shit.))
"O-ok...." she says, before she vanishes for a few moments.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Tyki said
"you look good with a bit of cleavage" he says evenly before walking over and handing her the kunai, placing a hand on her stomach and then on her forehead. she can feel an odd sensation before being overtaken by a bout of illness as she can feel a new found sense awakening

She frowns at the cleavage remark, and forces herself to not vomit.
"Oh god that sucked...." She says, shivering.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Tyki said
"it's the same as mine" he replies evenly, his shirt having had sleeves long enough to hide his feathers while he wore gloves. leaving her with her knew orders he grabs his own shirt and puts it on, long leeves covering his arms but the low cut of the neck showed a bit of his feathers however he simply closes his eyes and the feathers seem to sink into his skin, leaving him looking normal aside from the wings and eyes. "if you'd taken me up on the offer you could do that too" he says evenly

"Shut up." She growls. She then takes her clothing, and changes into it behind a tree. She walks over, the only part of her armor she is still wearing is an odd sort of neck piece that covers her chin.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Tyki said
"good... you're not that dense" he says evenly as if having had thought of her as excruciatingly dense. he takes the kunai and points at the clothes as if to say "put them on"

"...Do I really need to? I managed to walk up the tree in my armor...." She says "And if you make me, I insist I get gloves and sleeves that are a bit longer..." She adds.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Tyki said
"fine. i'll reform it when you can follow orders" he says evenly before taking the glave and crumpling it into an unusable state. despite his cold exterior most would probably be right in assuming he was annoyed, but he had said he would reform it and it was in a shape where it could still be carried around. he then walks up the tallest tree around and plants a kunai in it, saying "when you can get up here by walking you can move onto the basics

Delta laughs a bit, and takes a walking start, and digs her toes into the bark, as she quickly walks up the tree, reaching the Kunai, and ripping it out.
"Next?" She asks.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Tyki said
"normally it would be meditation and basic combat but your lack of discipline regarding simple orders about attire show that i need to start at sub basic" he says evenly, taking the glave and tossing it up, a small spark the only tell before a bright and her weapon is embedded in a tree much to thick for her to retreive. "when you can follow orders you can have your weapon back. until then you'll be learning unarmed combat" he says evenly before walking up the tree her weapon was embedded in and saying "when you can do this i'll let you move out of sub basics"

Oddly, when he does this, it splits the tree down the middle, making the two halves fall.
"Damn....impressive." She says, looking a bit amazed.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Tyki said
"you already have them" he says evenly, showing no issue breathing despite her efforts. he takes it from her pocket and holds it out, saying "the pills will work for now, but you will eventually run out. you need better options" in his normal even tone although the words would make it seem as though he were concerned about her his tone seems to dispel these notions

She lets his throat go, and grabs the bag of valuable pills. "Never..takes theses again. If you do, I will kill you. I promise you...." She says, her voice growing more...snake like as she spoke there. She then puts them back into her pocket.
"Now...what is the first step of this training?" She asks.