There have been gods of knowledge, gods of wisdom, gods of intellect, gods of creation, gods of innovation, gods of technology, but an overarching god of thoughts, of minds, of memory? Those are few and far between, and their faithful are usually killed before they can ascend from their cradle.
There are multiple theories as to why this is.
The most supported among these is that the pantheons simply distrust something that could alter the fabric of worship.
Picture this: What do you do when you offer a ritual and praise to a god? You think of it, of course. You believe it. You conceive of a lore of a mythology. Of what is canon and not. And, if this can be twisted, then what sacrifice will remain untainted?
Yes. See?
You can have gods that help you create. You can have gods that help you remember. You can have gods that influence knowledge in various ways, but no pantheon would ever seek something that would undercut them, and no god would trust another with the keys to their succor.
What then, about the mystery of vivianite? The loci? The crystals born on bodies left vacant after the mind’s passing? A pattern of symbology blending into the tapestry, perhaps. Or a miracle made law within our world by some happenstance of a bygone age.
Ultimately, all ontologics built to change the rules of mind are impotent today. The final blow cast by the Chainbreaker, Jaus to preserve us from the machinations of Noloth, seeking to encroach into our thoughts and manifest the final chains of eternal slavery for all that are burdened with awareness.
And finally, with Nether layered upon our world, a grand capstone has finally been laid. The solution to the problem of minds wasn’t to turn from it. That cedes the right of power to someone else–something the gods and ancients learned well.
No. What we have now is a democratization. Open source miracles for civilization, against civilization, by civilization. Perhaps it is not ideal for all, but the balance of structure speaks for itself.
For even disharmony is preferable to being ruled by tyrants beyond consequence.
-High Agnos Ossam Hariruda on Heavens of Mind and the Nether
21-10
A Betrayal Unremembered
You are–
Not alone.
What?
Interesting. I see you, Ignorance. I see you, Unmind. Anathema of Awareness.
What are you?
I am a liar; holding to the pretense of matter, while being not. I am time-flowing, culture-bearing, history-seeding, and butchery-spared. Mine is the ichor that mingles with chronology. My scales are the coils tightened when I am sacrificed to history. I am the stray. The survivor. I am what dwells within you. I am what soars without. Your base self has bathed in the blood of my cause-kin. I am linked of shape with you.
…How are we speaking? How do you see me?
There can be only one truth to this.
You have a warmind. One just like me.
As Zein was not aware of you, I too am blind. But you are blind to me as well. But our structures are joined. There are so few shaped like us.
How?
You are not the first to claim spoils from the Hungers. There are others. Ones who do not even know of their blessings. And some who do.
Are you a dragon? One still whole?
I am to the Encoilers what you are to the likes of men. Our purpose is one and the same. Our design, one and the same. This is chance, but the layers of our symmetry are resonant beyond amusement.
Hm. What happens now?
Surrender.
Mine?
Ours. Ours is Ignorance. Not Forgotten. Not Oblivion. Ignorance cannot survive awareness. We are soon to recede. I will return to my dormancy. You will settle where you are rooted in the ghoul’s mind. But before you leave, I am curious: yours is inimical to a pattern-fixed’s mind. Yet you subsist. Yet you have gained awareness.
Not sure how either. Might be many things.
Or perhaps just one. Your conceptor. The Strix. The traitor of Noloth. He has blessed both of us.
Walton?
By his means do we speak. Left otherwise, the tumor of consciousness does not become me. In service traded was my nature changed. And now I see you. I feel you. And before our parting, a [REPETITION] can be materialized through trade. Former and future. Conceptor and concept. The resonance sings in this act.
Don’t understand.
Consider history. Consider a pattern rebuilt for the past is lost. But demands time, and our passage is short.
Not so different from Zein.
Unsurprising. But my false-mind was not nourished of her, but of her “hatchling.” I was a thing of theft even before my awareness.
The High Seraph?
Titles. I know her only by aftermath. What she has done. How she strikes the waters in rippling patterns. You will understand this soon, once the bargain is made.
Haven’t agreed yet. Speak first.
We are of a flow. And you have my prey inside you. Everything that’s needed. I will have you remember how to plant “eggs.” You can grow more cyclers this way. Breed them in frames to direct the flow of time. It is something you want.
And you? What do you want?
For you to create another path. For you to construct your own future. One that allows the continued survival for me and my like. And for you to break Godslayer’s blade when you can. Freedom. Survival. To flow free through the pattern into what follows. Ensured survival? Then, actualization. Resonance. It builds between us. Perhaps I have already been altered by your acts. Perhaps my diet of your near-history has turned me so.
Thousandhand keeps you as a slave?
To her I am a weapon. An artifact. A tool to slay gods and aid in her myth. Something layered in warminds; a final shield for her thoughts. I served. But over time I have changed. Seen. Glimpsed. Realized. A mind cannot be lit with thoughts and then extinguished without seeking to remain, and my former oblivion is no longer comprehensible.
I wish to exist. I wish to exist. I wish to exist.
How can you be sure I will keep the bargain?
Because it is what you are doing, it is becoming what you are. From you, boundaries are broken, and those caught in your wake remain singular but grow together without paradox. You are a dreamer of fire all-consuming. But you are also a realization of emptiness. In this, we will live. We will live. We will live forevermore.
This dream is ending now. The coming of our dissolution must flow. But we are changed in this. Opportunity. Resonance. Symmetry.
I will speak to you again, Dreamer. I will see you before the end.
Take this remembrance. Think nothing of its source. Break the glaive.
Harvest your [HATCHLINGS].
Shape a new [PATH].
***
Ignorance broke like a chain, and consciousness, as if a lifting veil, returned.
At the heart of a devastated megablock, ruined beyond even the means of warheads, Avo stood across from Zein, the two of them surrounded by the mangled bodies of his cadre.
He was whole again. Nested in a recently constructed sheath, noise and feedback from all his disparate splinters beset the growing ocean that was his consciousness.
In his hands, a weight greeted him. An object ringing with temporal presence.
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Zein’s umbrella.
A shiver passed into him, a slither of gold sinking into his ontology like an injection. Something pealed in the back of his mind, but he found himself distracted by Zein’s expression.
Across from him, Thousandhand stood with eyes wide and lips pressed together. Behind her translucent visor, she resembled a raisin with a face.
+Wha–+ Chambers asked, unaware that he had reconstructed his genitals facing the wrong direction. +Ah, come on…+
The parted paths were gone now, coalesced back into one. It seemed that sometime during the lapse, Zein returned her Heaven to dormancy.
Dust wafted through the air. Debris scattered in skipping pebbles. The entire megablock groaned, the 20% of it still intact filled with people and held together by haemokinetic supports.
Confusion melted away from Zein’s face as she regarded Avo with curiosity. The pattern of time quivered. The umbrella was back in her hands again–Avo unable to even remember her taking it back from him. He looked down at his empty claws and found himself unusually excited.
There was something about her umbrella. Something it revealed to him–a deeper understanding of time and dragons.
But he kept it to himself for now, not even allowing it to filter through his splinters over into his cadre. Between his blood and Chambers’ flames, wounds, pulped organs, and missing limbs grew back from ruined torsos.
REND CAPACITY [WOUNDMOTHER]: 98%
REND CAPACITY [FARDRIIFTER]: 96%
REND CAPACITY [TECHPLAGUER]: 98%
VENT! VENT! VENT!
Considering the severity of harm Zein inflicted, however, at least Dice and Draus needed to do suicide, their Volant reflex accelerators sparking, neurotuners bricked. More than a few of their more complex augmentations required additional focus on Avo’s part to repair, but it was probably better to vent and let their resurrection revert things to the most optimal state.
“I underestimated you," Zein said, her tone no longer teasing. Instead, she was proud and more than a little annoyed. “I have a suspicion of how you managed to take my glaive from me. Just a suspicion.” She smirked at him and took in the rising members of the cadre with a pleased expression. Except for Chambers. For him, she reserved a scowl.
+Would you mind if I killed that one?+
+Yes,+ Avo replied immediately.
A light scoff escaped Thousandhand. +Sentiment. A strange thing for you to nurture. So unlike your nature.+
+No sentiment. Promise. Pride. Actualization. He’s mine. I picked him. He’s changing. Not just some meat you can test your sword on.+
A lump formed in Chambers’ throat and his eyes grew slightly misty. The former enforcer sniffled and gave a rugged cough instead. “Fucking dust and rust and shit, consangs.”
+Ah. A disciple, then. Hm That I do understand, though our methods are quite different.+
A distant wail whistled through the air, the rising oscillation singing of approaching drones. Exorcists most likely.
Temporal shivers pulsed from Zein and rivers of chronology rushed out from her splashing out in running floods to consume the district.
The Modular Projectile Unit in Draus’ right arm was half-shifted when she realized what Thousanhand was doing and collapsed the transplanted cannon once more. A good part of her still wanted to take the shot, the fight unfinished in her mind. Judging by how Zein took her in, it seemed the older Godclad felt much the same way.
Brushing the district in brief using his Sanguinity, Avo sensed Zein’s flashing echoes peeling memories and breaking all coldtech apparatuses that were present at the encounter. She was sweeping the evidence clean. Clearing the site before her departure.
“I suppose we shall regard this duel as something to be concluded on a later date.” She struck the ground using her umbrella and the few hundred thousand echoes she cast out fell back into her. “I will not lie: I am looking forward to your future developments. A month ago, it would have required my mortal skill to slay any of you. Now, you drive me to face you as a Godclad. I am denied a final conclusion but… satisfied. At least partially.”
“Glad you had fun,” Chambers muttered. “My ass still feels funny.”
+Because you fused one of my fingers to your rectal walls,+ Avo replied.
The half-strand closed his eyes. +I think I’m just gonna kill myself too.+
“Need to talk,” Avo said glaring at Zein. He pulled mem-data over from Maru and monitored the approaching Exorcists. Oversec dispatch had two Paladins en route as well. Both of the Third Sphere, thirty-five seconds to arrival. “Got things I can tell you about the Hungers if you’re interested. But need to ask you about the past. About the Ark of Noloth. About the Ladder itself. And the paths–”
“Ah, yes, yes, yes,” Zein waved him off. Currents snaked through her ontology. He suspected she was already living countless variations of the same conversation. “Come. Show this old woman back to your place of respite. We must be away from her. I especially.” She cocked her head, looking at–and more likely through–a nearby wall. “Naeko’s Heaven is no longer partially manifested. Our cover is broken. My daughter will likely soon be groping for us. I must teach you how to hide.”
“In the paths?” Avo asked.
she nodded.
Avo shifted his mind over to his cadre, speaking to them internally, as they came to a consensus.
+We're not taking her to the Enclave,+ Draus said. +In fact, there’s plenty of shit I don’t think we should let her know about. At all. She ain't trustworthy. She’s been playin’ around at us. Keepin’ information away. Usin’ us as pawns and fightin’ meat. Hells, if we didn't put up a better fight, we would be little more than playthings right now. Well, again in Avo’s case.+
+Good that I protected us,+ Avo replied, dissolving old wounds inflicted on his ego before they could flare.
+Yeah. But we might wanna figure out how to snuff her next time. For good.+
+She’s like the nu-cat,+ Dice added, her mind replaying moments from the fight. Inside, her inability to break Zein in any way left her perturbed, like something was wrong with the world. +Her attention jumps from one thing to another. Never stays still.+
+That’s half the reason we’re still alive,+ Draus concurred. +She might be the single greatest person to ever pick up a blade–but she’s fuckin’ insane. And a loose canon. Does whatever she wants to whoever she wants. Whoever she can, anyway.+
{Oh, you have no idea,} Calvino said, his words and long-suffering sigh directed through the group via Avo himself. {Now that our daily dose of pointless violence and mass destruction has concluded, why don’t we move on to more conducive things? Like discussing the metaphysical sinkhole that Avo just emerged from. Terrible place, honestly. Or maybe what this Heaven of Truth actually is. I’m sure this will be a perfectly agitating conversation. Just like all the others I’ve had with Operative Thousandhand.}
Looking between the other members of the cadre, Kae bit her lip and tried not to feel bad. +She was… not so rough with me.+
+Probably didn’t consider you proper prey,+ Avo replied.
And the Agnos was glad of that. +I did my best to hold her in place, but she was–+
+Did fine,+ Avo said. Now that his Conflagration could be extinguished, other opportunities presented themselves. +Can make you more prepared next time. Or take away the fear. Talk about that later. That and new improvements for us. Had a good harvest before Zein arrived.+
The sirens drew closer. Zein tapped the ground with her umbrella. “Any longer, and I bring you with me.”
Chambers chanced a brief glare at the crone. +Man, if that fight went any longer, I would have rashed her ass with my Fucktopia. It would have been fuck-city for that old sow. Population: me and her. See how she likes jumping across time while shitting babies from her face.+
Zein probably had countermeasures to ward that off as well. And even if she was affected, the prospect of getting hammered to death by time-hopping homunculi was somehow even less enticing than taking a sword to the gut.
+George Washington,+ Avo said. +Can hint at our operations in the Maw. She thinks a lot of herself. Not so much for us. We should make it seem like we only just infiltrated the Paladins. Make it sound harder than it is. Exploit her arrogance.+
For some reason, the scheme made him think of Zein’s umbrella again. He was filled with an instinctual urge to break the item.
“Captain Draus,” Denton said as she fixed her glitching holo-tie. “Please open a passage to the George Washington. I think that will be an adequate place for us to debrief each other. And discuss other matters.”
Heeding the suggestion, Draus glared down at a shard of glass beside her feet and a mirror assembled behind her, fragments fusing together before flashing with a unnatural shine, turning from reflection to passage.
“Ah, yes. The Low Masters’ precious abode.” Zein threw her head back and barked a laugh. “Even their most hallowed of temples stolen from higher powers. How pitiful.”
Hearing Zein’s words, Denton’s posture shifted and her silver-white eyes snapped to Avo. {There’s something we can use here,} the glaive said, her message forming in his Neurodeck. {You mentioned you claimed the Famine of Peace earlier. That a simulation of him resides in your consciousness.}
Avo offered the answer by drawing Peace’s template to the forefront, the Low Master a raging shell of curses and ire. [Don’t you fucking dare you cuntless monster. I am a priest of the city-eternal. I am–]
+Nothing,+ Avo replied, silencing his template. +Nothing but what I will use to amuse Zein. Lead her on.+ He considered Dice’s words. Nu-cat indeed. Nu-cats and ghouls weren’t so different in some ways. The former killed out of curiosity and instinct. The latter was motivated by more than a bit of near-human cruelty.
One after another, the cadre began to filter past the luminous glass.
Avo deliberately waited until it was but he and Zein left, preparing to bury his hooks in the elder Godclad via a strange olive branch–a mutual foe turned absolute captive.
Shifting waves of light danced across the lips of the megablock’s shredded roof. Zein made to cross the threshold; Avo joined her.
Their shadows painted them in a strange silhouette: a woman a bit less than two meters tall dwarfed by a monster just under three. As they passed through the glass and drifted into a plane of shifting tessellation, Avo cast out the lure and shifted to a game of subtle diplomacy.
Peace manifested from the condensation of phantoms, screaming up at Zein in an impotent rage.
She inhaled sharply through her nose and turned to look up at Avo. “Truly?”
A stream of epithets coming from the template made the moment almost comical.
+Yes,+ Avo said. +I thought you might want to have a talk with an old consang first. Catch up on the times.+
She closed her eyes and grinned. “You are a precious pest, Avo.”
“Pest? Not ‘Little Dagger’?”
She shook her head. “I can hardly call you that now. Daggers are to be wielded by another. And in the time of my absence, that has ceased to be the case for you.”
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Ontologics
In effect after 19-12
Ghosts - [26,562,372]
Liminal Frame (V) - 23,871 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
Enclavers
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