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Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.
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Why throw away Kazuma?
supertinyking said
So, was the genetic mods approved.
If we're going by logical sense, there is no severe known advance in bio-science. Jack is a bona fida genius when it comes to engineering, AI, mechanics and physics, as well as vampire biology, which means he's kicked the world's tech level into overdrive, but there are no advances which would allow such genetic enhancements that I know of, based on the fact that it's impossible with current human technology. Then again, it would be a fairly simply matter to turn it into a technological enhancement, a machine that transmutes body heat, or some other naturally occuring form of energy, into electricity, giving you the same effect.
Sorry if it doesn't have all the effect you were hoping for, but I thought long and hard as to how it would affect Stein and Mia. Being damaged is a fundamental part of their character, so you know..... I'm kinda keeping that, as long as there's a good reason it would stay.
Healing. It was an odd thing. To restore something to it's previous state, to 'heal', to remove pain of all kinds. For Mia, whom had been given the Black Blood at birth, it meant not the loss of her weapon, for the Black Blood was a part of her, inside of her genetic code. Rather, worse. Her mind was wiped clean by the water, clean of the madness that had been settling in since early childhood, watching her father dissect and slaughter innocents, a madness that had been her constant companion. This healing drowned her, but she could not die, her brain cells healing as soon as they died. It gave her a conscience.
Mia screams and sobs, as she looks at the thousands, billions of people she'd tortured, the personal, psychotic relation between victim and torturer, the horrifyingly elaborate methods she had used, considered a work of art. The faces of the dead filled her eyes, screaming for mercy, as well as her memories of her own pleasure at the sight. She had slowly flawed children, removing their skin bit by bit, and forcing them to eat it, she had broken every human body in the bodies of so many men and women that her torn mind couldn't count them. As the water left the room, the curled into a small ball, hugging her legs, eyes wide. She cried, sobbing in a cataconic state, pierced with occasional bouts of screaming. Too much horror to ever get used to, to ever adapt to.
Healing. To restore what had been lost. To Mia, it was Hell.
Stein's mind had been clear once, and as he was hit with the wave of water, his mind was once more restored. he could think clearly, and see clearly what he needed to do. He had committed many evils, but he could deal with what he had done. He had been filled with insanity even before he'd gone over the edge, living on the knife point of sanity that had remained in his soul. It was a state natural to him, in a way, and yet, the simple touch of this magical water wiped it all away. His eyes were clear, and yet, he knew, he was not yet out of the water, figuratively speaking.
Within Stein dwelt the soul of the Kishin, the Demon God, that had once challenged the rule of the God of Death. He had slain the Demon God, the being that had dared harm his family, and absorbed it's soul. A being of pure insanity, carved into his very existence. The water flooded over it, and yet, nothing could cure the Kishin's Madness, for it was the state in which is belonged. The Kishin was a representation of madness itself, the materialization of a concept, and insanity was no affliction or disease for it, but rather it's natural state. As such. Stein was only partially cleansed, leaving him with half of a soul willing him to go to ever further depths of insanity.
Stein looked up at Gilgamesh. It was a look that could somehow convey a spectrum of emotions, ranging from hope and amazement to hate and disgust. He was confused, of course, his mind driven to chaos by the conflict within his soul. Part of him wanted to slice into the nearest victim, devoid of all rational thought, and yet a part of him wanted simply to care for his family, to forget his life of horrific sins. And yet, there was one thing both sides of his mind could agree on. One fundamental point, in the core of Sten's soul, that could never be changed.
Someone was hurting Mia.
That motherfucker was going to die.
Stein shouted, as he held out both arms, glowing up with an intense blue aura. He had made plans, of couse. He had placed nuclear bombs near this location, and had planned to simply distract Gilgamesh until he could set them all off, wiping him out completely and utterly with the concentrated force of 10 nukes, a flash of light, impossible to dodge, and then death. However, such plans were forgotten, as Stein's soul resonated with all of his hatred for any who would dare harm his family. "God-Killer Resonance!" The phrase might have been considered corny, to some, who did not know what followed. Stein's soul resonated perfectly with his Kishin side, as well as all the other souls he had implanted into himself, it's power magnifying over a hundredfold, capable of wiping out even the most powerful of Gods. Those nearby would be thrown back, the building being blown apart from the sheer shockwave of such a technique, bricks raining down everywhere, as Stein prepared his most powerful attack, the attack that could completely and utterly destroy the soul of his opponents, no matter how strong or ancient.
He would end Gilgamesh in a single strike.
Mia screams and sobs, as she looks at the thousands, billions of people she'd tortured, the personal, psychotic relation between victim and torturer, the horrifyingly elaborate methods she had used, considered a work of art. The faces of the dead filled her eyes, screaming for mercy, as well as her memories of her own pleasure at the sight. She had slowly flawed children, removing their skin bit by bit, and forcing them to eat it, she had broken every human body in the bodies of so many men and women that her torn mind couldn't count them. As the water left the room, the curled into a small ball, hugging her legs, eyes wide. She cried, sobbing in a cataconic state, pierced with occasional bouts of screaming. Too much horror to ever get used to, to ever adapt to.
Healing. To restore what had been lost. To Mia, it was Hell.
Stein's mind had been clear once, and as he was hit with the wave of water, his mind was once more restored. he could think clearly, and see clearly what he needed to do. He had committed many evils, but he could deal with what he had done. He had been filled with insanity even before he'd gone over the edge, living on the knife point of sanity that had remained in his soul. It was a state natural to him, in a way, and yet, the simple touch of this magical water wiped it all away. His eyes were clear, and yet, he knew, he was not yet out of the water, figuratively speaking.
Within Stein dwelt the soul of the Kishin, the Demon God, that had once challenged the rule of the God of Death. He had slain the Demon God, the being that had dared harm his family, and absorbed it's soul. A being of pure insanity, carved into his very existence. The water flooded over it, and yet, nothing could cure the Kishin's Madness, for it was the state in which is belonged. The Kishin was a representation of madness itself, the materialization of a concept, and insanity was no affliction or disease for it, but rather it's natural state. As such. Stein was only partially cleansed, leaving him with half of a soul willing him to go to ever further depths of insanity.
Stein looked up at Gilgamesh. It was a look that could somehow convey a spectrum of emotions, ranging from hope and amazement to hate and disgust. He was confused, of course, his mind driven to chaos by the conflict within his soul. Part of him wanted to slice into the nearest victim, devoid of all rational thought, and yet a part of him wanted simply to care for his family, to forget his life of horrific sins. And yet, there was one thing both sides of his mind could agree on. One fundamental point, in the core of Sten's soul, that could never be changed.
Someone was hurting Mia.
That motherfucker was going to die.
Stein shouted, as he held out both arms, glowing up with an intense blue aura. He had made plans, of couse. He had placed nuclear bombs near this location, and had planned to simply distract Gilgamesh until he could set them all off, wiping him out completely and utterly with the concentrated force of 10 nukes, a flash of light, impossible to dodge, and then death. However, such plans were forgotten, as Stein's soul resonated with all of his hatred for any who would dare harm his family. "God-Killer Resonance!" The phrase might have been considered corny, to some, who did not know what followed. Stein's soul resonated perfectly with his Kishin side, as well as all the other souls he had implanted into himself, it's power magnifying over a hundredfold, capable of wiping out even the most powerful of Gods. Those nearby would be thrown back, the building being blown apart from the sheer shockwave of such a technique, bricks raining down everywhere, as Stein prepared his most powerful attack, the attack that could completely and utterly destroy the soul of his opponents, no matter how strong or ancient.
He would end Gilgamesh in a single strike.
My Cast:
The Ultimate Justiciar (all Slivers combined)
Blade
Kami
Dragoon
Rift
Gaia
Solus
Professor Stein
Mia Gorgon
//Mr Fuzzy?//
The Ultimate Justiciar (all Slivers combined)
Blade
Kami
Dragoon
Rift
Gaia
Solus
Professor Stein
Mia Gorgon
//Mr Fuzzy?//
I know I should be posting, but I just don't know how! I can't think of any logical counter to Gil's attack, and I don't want to resort to bullshit, but Stein without madness just..... it just doesn't work!
As you run, suddenly, you fall. You don't trip, as a vampire you're above such clumsy mistakes performed by humans. Instead, it's like the floor simply falls away to nothing, some form of massive trap door. However, the odd part of this is that the falling doesn't end. A well known phenomenon of falling is the landing part, which is often quite painful, and you've been falling for quite a while now without landing. In fact, it's nearly impossible to tell you've been falling. Thinking back, you can't think of a time you weren't falling. The more you think about it, the longer it's been. Years, maybe. Perhaps you've been here your entire life, simply falling, for all of eternity, an abyss of pure blackness the only thing in existence, a monotone existence that has somehow failed to drive you insane. An infinity of monotone blackness, encompassing all that has ever existed, stretching back to the dawn of reality itself, perhaps even older than that.
Then, you see a form. A being that had always been, and always will be. The being is not there, not just floating among the blackness, for it IS the blackness, the infinity. Within the form of this being you can see everything, and yet nothing, all you wished for and all you fear, a being of infinite possibilities, the very representation of reality, something beyond mere human understanding. In this one moment, a moment that is both infinitely short, and lasts forever, you see this being before you, and you know you are looking at time itself, the very concept of the flow of time, manifest into a single being, the representation of infinite possibility, the constant throughout all of reality, which exists in everything. And it's pissed.
Then, you see a form. A being that had always been, and always will be. The being is not there, not just floating among the blackness, for it IS the blackness, the infinity. Within the form of this being you can see everything, and yet nothing, all you wished for and all you fear, a being of infinite possibilities, the very representation of reality, something beyond mere human understanding. In this one moment, a moment that is both infinitely short, and lasts forever, you see this being before you, and you know you are looking at time itself, the very concept of the flow of time, manifest into a single being, the representation of infinite possibility, the constant throughout all of reality, which exists in everything. And it's pissed.
The clone turns, confused, towards the intruder. he shouldn't be here. However, there were matters of greater importance. Ä man is outside going by the name of Kami, sir. Also, the communicators appear to have stopped working." As the clone speaks, one by one, the lights start to go out, as electricity is cut off in the entirety of the base.
((I'm continueing the Spiral Emperor rp, Tiny and Wraith get your asses on here.))
A clone bursts in the room, shouting about some kind of God having appeared on the surface.
A clone bursts in the room, shouting about some kind of God having appeared on the surface.
I know ^^
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