+It's the High Seraph.

  She's the one who did this. She's pulling the strings. I know it. I know Uthred–the proud bastard wouldn’t have given up his position on his own. There’s something going on behind the scenes. Something she doesn’t even want the other Chivalrics to know about. All I know is that he resigned and departed the Tiers immediately after.

  That’s not someone consumed by shame or despair. That’s a man with a mission. No expression on his face during the resignation.

  His daughter? Maybe. Probably. But I can’t be sure. The High Seraph’s been unpredictable in the best of times; I won’t pretend to understand what she’s planning or what she sees. I just see the point in trying to defy her.

  Yeah, I know. I heard Shotin’s been setting things up against your people as well. Sounds like we’re both heading for a nasty time. Hunker down and go dark. Stay silent. We can meet again after the heat dies down a bit. See if there’s any point to continued collaboration or if we should scrub our minds clean and be done with this.

  Elegant-Moon? They’re still looking her over. Deep scans show no cognitive compromises and her ego looks mostly the same. Besides what was already missing. I just have a feeling that…

  Never mind. You get your own affairs in order. I’ll make contact with you after things have calmed down on my end. The signal will be when I take a walk down Nine-Shadows Street in the district of Loathing. Run my face through a Registry every few days. I’ll update you about things on my end after the trial.

  Of course, I’m going to attend. It would look suspicious if I didn’t.

  Well, whatever happens, I just hope Instrument Abrel will be spared banishment. I know the girl. She’s a good soldier.

  The only thing wrong about her is the cunt she fell from.+

  -Instrument Santanado “Starsinger” Mondelles to Seeker “Sintaker” (Ori-Thaum)

  19-16

  An Attunement of Flesh (I)

  It took an equal measure of mastery and artistry to reshape a body. With systems within systems wed to other systems, life was a dynamic structure that grew and withered between the moments. Mere days before, Avo’s new Canons of Biology would be little more than weapons–things solely for harm and nothing further. Imbued with Elegant-Moon’s mind and granted Calvino’s instruction, however, he found himself walking uncharted territory: a complete builder of flesh, matter, mind, and Soul.

  Culturing new enhancements within the members of his cadre was delicate work. He plucked and learned the limits of their skin, skeleton, sinew, and organs, heeded the song of their blood, and mapped the path of their nerves. He did this as Tavers and Draus brought new high-end implants for the group’s perusal, augments requisitioned from the Bazaar and Threshold alongside equipment needed to set up a cybernetics and engineering station.

  Where Voidwatch’s technological modifications were complex yet non-invasive, the techno-thaumic produce sourced from terrestrial creators was easier to graft and anomalous in their capabilities.

  Going over different morphological archetypes with Dice and the cadre furthered his insight. Allowed him to segregate them into jobs of varying difficulty.

  Essus occupied the very bottom of requirements. Despite all the options provided and the improvements he could undergo, the shape his body took still meant much to him, and any extreme adjustments would leave him feeling dysmorphic at best. In the end, his apprehensions were little impediment. Voider tech serviced a broad spectrum of preferences, and though numerous polities lived in ways far deviant from baseline, there were more than enough bioconservative communities that still had their own high-end modifications.

  Pairing nanosuites programmed to strengthen skin, bone, muscle, and other tissues with respirocytes designed to hyper-charge his respiratory system, the shape of Essus’ sheath remained unchanged even as his constitution grew to rival most FATED. But such was only the beginning. After the coldtech was applied, Avo imbued the man with his own gifts as well.

  Domain of (Biology)

  ->Canons: My Blood The Harvester, My Flesh the Symphony (III); Remembrance of Flesh (V)

  Extracting Biological Traits…

  Grafting: [Omni-Lungs]; [Thermogenic Sweatglands]; [NewLife Phagekiller-TURBO]; [NewLife Metabolics]; [Skinshift]; [FANG Endocrine Modulator]; [NewLife Sudoriferic Pheromone Ejectors]; [Circadian Enhancer]; [Ascender RangeSighters-III]

  “It tickles slightly,” Essus said, as he lay fastened to a grafting station made out of tesselated smart matter, body secured and stilled as the blood within him shifted and changed, clotting into new organs or layering existing structures with further traits.

  The Omni-Lungs, Phagekiller, Metabolics, and Pheromone Ejectors were all products “borrowed” from the NewLife Research Initiative under the No-Dragons. Ensuring Essus couldn’t be compromised by most thaumically created fumes, plagues, and chemical compounds were foremost concerns. Ensuring he was physiologically charming to the FATELESS was more of a social investment. The Skinshift likewise would allow for him to tighten or loosen his facial features substantially, allowing for some limited individual biosculpting in case he needed to escape while the Circadian Enhancer was copied from Kae herself–reducing a body’s required sleep to just two hours if Essus wanted to indulge in such a thing.

  Ghosts flowed over Essus’ face and centered their etheric glow on his eyes. The biomedical phantasmic isolated the organs and surrounding tissue in a coating of light, phantoms projecting simulations of the organs, another flexible layer of lens-like biomass lining the man’s eyes.

  [Good, good,] Elegant-Moon whispered. [Honestly, you should grow more. Give him a full spectrum. Grow every kind of eye possible within the socket. Let him see the world for what it truly is–]

  {Please ignore that statement and halt your growing urge to force unnatural body horror on the poor man,} Calvino interrupted. {You know what he asked for. Respect his agency.}

  Avo grunted.

  Elegant-Moon laughed. [I can feel your urge to experiment. To play. The one you touch now does not know the joys of being more.]

  +Have other clay,+ Avo said. +Chambers. Draus. Dice.+

  {Might I suggest that you also avoid calling your friends clay?}

  +No.+

  {Very well. Continue with your dehumanization.}

  Retinal veins glowed with luminous blood. From within Essus’ eyes, Avo carved away imperfections, drawing them into his Woundmother and discarding them from existence before growing additional substructures for the new lens. As the former refugee blinked, Avo heard him gasp, his pupils dilating.

  “I… I can see… so much detail. How…”

  “Eyes are now tetrachromatic. Picks out motion much better too. Adjusts to environmental brightness in seconds. Main thing is distance. Can judge range perfectly from the angle that light hits you.”

  Essus closed and opened his eyes, testing the new changes. “I… did not ask for this.”

  “Can take it away if you want–”

  “No!” Essus quieted. “No. I… Thank you. I… This will be useful.”

  The ghoul chuffed in amusement. Of course. Much like with a Frame, when one surmounted a greater height, they often loathed to return to who they were before. How could he have rejected the augmentation? It would be an act of self-disfiguration; a crippling, even.

  {I see you will never be popular with the biocons,} Calvino quipped.

  +What’s their stance on cannibalistic subhumans.+

  {Engineered diseases; deconstructor-swarms; planetary glassing. Depends on the severity of the infestation. If we’re solely talking about you, their official stance would be to blacklist your Ego-ID and quarantine the area you’re in. Attempted assassinations of Aegis is very frowned upon, you see.}

  Avo laughed. Deactivating his phantasmic, the hissed embers as they receded back into Avo’s halo–the inferno now resembling the ringed battlements of a castle more than a crown. “How do you feel?”

  Essus drew in a breath and held it. He kept holding it. Nearly a full minute passed as blinked, opening and closing his hands, stretching his jaw as the tendons of his face popped and flexed, expanding the width of his cheeks while drawing his brows closer together. “I feel no urge to draw breath.”

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  “Yeah,” Draus said, speaking without turning, her attention fixed on the drones putting the cybernetics-engineering workshop together in the background. “Took a peek earlier. Guessin’ the ghoul gave you a pair of Omni-Lungs with some respirocytes. Body’s hyper-charged with oxygenation right now. Learn to breathe less or you’ll get high. Deliberately suck in too many and you’ll get sick.”

  “Sick?” Essus said. “Oxygen can make someone sick?”

  Draus snorted. “Too much can kill you. You know that shit burns, right?”

  The former flat’s eyes grew narrow, modified irises like glinting onyxes. “Yes. I am not stupid. It’s just…” He tried to shrug, but the grafting station didn’t allow it. “Artad. No wonder they think so lowly of us.”

  {It’s a good thing you’re still restricted from requisitioning the high end of our artificial blood-based modifications,} Calvino muttered. {I shiver to think of how your Heaven might affect such sophistication.}

  +Someday,+ Avo said, grinning.

  {For all our sakes, may it not be so.}

  As the grafting station detached Essus, the man groaned as the smart-matter gimbal turned him upright. Stepping off from the structure, his joints rattled in a series of pops as he staggered away from his modifications.

  “You’re a lucky fucker, you know that,” Chambers said, sitting atop the throne instead of on it. “Grafters that did my eyes weren’t nearly as gentle. I mean, they didn’t have a Heaven. Or anesthetic–had to buy that shit myself. But this is like an insta-graft. Your ass doesn’t need to take pills or stand in the rain or anything like that. All you needed was an injection and then Avo here grew the rest. Speaking of which…” The half-strand pushed off the seat, clearly wanting to be next, only for Dice to walk right past him with a nu-kitten slung over her shoulder, meowing at him as they passed. “Hey, what the fuck, it’s my turn.”

  “Tell ‘em what I told you to say, Dice,” Draus said.

  Dice was three steps away from the grafting station when stopped, turned, and spoke: “Shove your balls up your ass and… and clench yourself cath–cathrated?”

  She looked to Draus as the Regular chuckled, unsure if she spoke the words right.

  “Close enough,” Draus said.

  “Draus,” Kae sighed, her voice coming from the other corner of the room where she was looking over stacked containers filled with oracle glass–another procurement delivered thanks to Tavers. “Stop teaching the child pointless vulgarity.”

  “It ain’t pointless; hells, it’s practically the only kinda language the shits down the Warrens speak. And she’s gonna need to snuff plenty of ‘em.”

  “And if the Reg doesn’t teach her, I might!” Tavers said, stepping through a mirror with another three retrofitted cargo drones in tow.

  Kae sighed. “Am I to be the only good influence here?”

  Calvino coughed. Avo coughed. Everyone turned their stares on him.

  “Got somethin’ to say?” Draus asked.

  “I don’t curse,” Avo muttered. “I can be a good influence.”

  Silence filled the room and Avo’s Conflagration. Both Chambers titled their heads.

  [How,] Abrel began, [the fuck did you say that with a straight face.]

  [‘Cause the rotlick’s an arrogant idiot,] template-Draus answered.

  Avo frowned. +How am I wrong.+

  An explosion of groans spread through his consciousness.

  His words caused Calvino to bite back a growl of frustration. {You were quite literally using her as bait.}

  +Apologized. She’s fine with it.+

  {That’s because her life is a horror show, Avo. You’re just the least bastardly of the bastards she’s met so far.}

  +Isn’t that what a good influence is?+

  {Only if we wish to be hyper-liberal with the meaning of “good.”}

  Abrel just wheezed. [Again. How the fuck are you saying these words.]

  [I don’t see what’s so bad about the ghoul,] Corner muttered.

  [That’s probably more of a personal issue with you, consang,] Paladin Kassamon sighed.

  “I think you’re good,” Dice said in the real, breaking the silence with her confusion, unsure why everyone was glaring at Avo. “You give everyone gifts. Keep us alive. Isn’t that good?” Again, she looked to Draus for confirmation.

  “Sure. I know he’s got a lot of people on his mind. Burning. Screaming. Whisperin’ their thoughts to him.”

  Avo frowned. “You offered.”

  “Plenty didn’t.”

  “They were enemies. Had to kill them.”

  Chambers made a noise. “‘Had to’ is a strong statement…”

  The ghoul hissed his ire at the traitor and waved for Dice to come over. “Didn’t hear any of you complaining when I did it. Helped me. Rashed a district.”

  “I’m fucking sorry!” Chambers threw up his hand. Template-Chambers cringed. “I apologized a thousand times! Stop holding that shit over me. I feel bad, okay. I didn’t say I was a good influence. I know I’m not. Maybe we should wait till the faither and Denton get back before we do this.”

  “Maybe Denton,” Draus said. “Ain’t good for a juv to get her head filled with cult shit.”

  Chambers rolled his eyes. “As opposed to what? Violence and murder? He’s not that bad if you listen to him. He doesn’t even want people to sacrifice themselves. Told me that suicide is like, one of the worst things someone can do because it debases the gift of life–”

  Draus rolled her eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Chambers, he got you already?”

  “No! No. I didn’t say I believed him, just that… he’s not that unreasonable. You know. Wants to build everyone a nice little place where they can all sing together.”

  Kae winced and let out a small breath of apprehension. “That’s how it always starts.”

  “Don’t insult Cas while he’s gone. Should be allowed to defend his ideas. Call us half-strands.” Avo finished.

  “There! You just cursed!” Chambers said.

  Avo clicked his teeth at the fool in deliberate agitation. “Was an analogy. Educational.”

  {There really isn’t much of a chance for her to be a well-adjusted child if I am, to be honest,} Calvino said. {Not unless her mind is drastically altered… By, say, a metaphysically aberrant monster that basically exists as the eldritch equivalent of an infomorph.}

  “Dice. Get on the station.” Avo beckoned for the girl to hurry up as he gave up on the conversation. It was a stupid argument anyway. He didn’t see how he wasn’t the one with the most to offer the girl. “I’m right. I can be a good influence. Can turn into good influence with a thought.” And he could. He had the ability to reshape his cognition. All he needed to do was decide.

  “Jaus,” Both Drauses chuckled in disbelief. [You’re fucking pouting.]

  Casting phantoms out before Dice as a curved display of visual mem-data, Avo growled under his breath as he brought up a list of options for the waif to pursue. The nu-kitten she held hissed at strange bodies drawing closer in interface windows shaped from memory. “Can choose now. Got an assort of implants. Augmentations. Full sheaths for you to try. Can mount plenty of guns on yourself. Tavers bringing in heavy-cyber bodies. Can also give you enhanced organs as well. Many choices.”

  As Avo scrolled through the thought-composed menu to give her an overview of all her choices, the girl’s face went still as the phantasmal glow accentuated the thin, curved scars lining her face. Bite marks, the most of them. Things inflicted by the teeth of a nu-dog.

  {Least bastardly of the bastards by far,} Calvino repeated, with a bit more disdain this time.

  “Can I have a second to look?” she asked.

  Avo grunted. “Can cast choices directly into your mind. Will need to kill you after for reset.”

  Dice nodded without a hint of fear. “That’s fine.” She picked the cat off her shoulder and held it out to Avo. The small ball of orange fur ducked and stared disdainfully at the ghoul from the corner of a green-hued eye, the ape-like limbs jutting from its back clapping in agitation. Slowly, Avo reached out, careful not to skewer it with his claws, deleting the sudden urge to take a bite out of the thing–if only out of curiosity about its taste.

  Noticing the ebony-lined digits drawing closer, the kitten yelped in agitation as it pawed wildly at Dice, desperate to remain with the person least likely to eat her. Then, Essus was back, taking the cat into his hands, spitting a series of chitters at the bioform to calm its terror.

  “You must blink slowly at them,” Essus said, grabbing the kitten by the scruff. “And hold here. It calms the animal.”

  A quiet giggle escaped from Dice, watching as the other former refugee bounced it on his chest as if a human infant. “See,” he said, showing the kitten to Avo again. The creature hissed as it saw the ghoul.

  Avo barred his fangs and hissed back.

  [Well, there’s the good influence we were all lookin’ for,” the Drauses said, nodding at Essus appreciatively. “Him and Kae. That’ll do it.”

  A buzzing insect circled high above Avo and he remembered there was a final member they discounted.

  {Oh, poor Sunrise is used to such things,} Calvino said. {Interesting how “human” one is considered if they don’t fall into the confines of your expectations, isn’t it? Perhaps the same thing might apply to the girl when she is done with her choices. Will the rest still think of her as a child if she chooses to house her ego in a body that resembles a tank?}

  Only one way to find out.

  “Flame’s coming,” Avo said, preparing to link his mind to Dice.

  The waif nodded and turned back to look at him–look through him. A faint smile pulled at her lips, but she didn’t quite complete the expression. “Time to be a gun.”

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  Ontologics

  In effect after 19-12

  Ghosts - [26,557,563]

  Liminal Frame (V) - 16,099 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

  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

  I hope you enjoyed today's installment of Godclads!

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