Veylis Avandaer: Father.
Jaus Avandaer: Veylis? Is there something you need?
Veylis Avandaer: I wish to speak to you about our undertaking. The “safeguards” we are building into the future.
Jaus Avandaer: The paths?
Veylis Avandaer: Yes. While I have been building the superstructure, I have encountered half-formed simulations.
Jaus Avandaer: They trouble you.
Veylis Avandaer: They trouble me. I have seen developments that disturb me and threaten the fruition of our goals.
Jaus Avandaer: Hm. You are not alone in this. I. Your mother. [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] have all encountered… hallucinations. Undesired generations created by the system. The paths feed off the world and everything it can detect. The Chrono-Spatial array is a complex mechanism. And an intrusive one. More likely it is reading patterns from our actions and generating potential outcomes from the decisions. But that is all that they are. Probabilistic generations assembled from an accelerated reflection of our world.
Veylis Avandaer: This was more. It was clear. There was a logical sequence of events. I saw an intact narrative come together.
Jaus Avandaer: Was Naeko involved?
Veylis Avandaer: No. He is affected thereafter in the simulations, but only as a bystander. Father, I am not using the paths to generate probabilistic outcomes for my personal relationships.
Jaus Avandaer: It wouldn’t be unnatural. It would be–
Veylis Avandaer: Father.
Jaus Avandaer: I tease no more. So. Tell me about what you saw.
Veylis Avandaer: We finish the Ladder. We root the paths to it. The chronologies are locked into place–but there is one that all others rest upon. One that is made of material before all others. In it, you demand that all Godclads surrender their Frames back to gods. Or something like them. Castrated of desire, our new wardens mirror the minds ruling the polities, and we are made trophies instead of cattle. Nourished. Pleasured. But worthless. Powerless. Unable to grow.
Jaus Avandaer: …
Veylis Avandaer: Father?
Jaus Avandaer: And… how did you uncover this sequence?
Veylis Avandaer: Come. I will show you.
-Conversation between Jaus and Veylis Avadaer, 4 months before the dissolution of Noloth and banishment of the Hungers
21-11
The Paths of Futures Broken (I)
“I must say that among all the Famines of Noloth, you are my–” Zein paused and took a moment to think. “Second least favorite.”
“Just second?” Chambers said, cringing at the simulated form of Peace. “Every word out of this guy’s mouth is ‘fuck,’ ‘cunt,’ ‘sow,’ ‘mongrel,’ or some other curse or slur. Rust-licking half-strand’s got a mouth that belongs to the gutters. Who the hells is worse than him.”
“Joy, “ Zein stated simply. “I could never stand the crying.”
The interior of the George Washington's command nexus was an interplay between light and dark. The walls had been made transparent, revealing the plane of darkness beyond. Coils of trailing ink and flecks of drifting hue clashed ceaselessly with neon interfaces and flickering holograms streamed from Metaminds and consoles.
The cadre had spread across the room, holding each of the corners but never straying far from a mirror. They all had their eyes locked on Zein, waiting for her to uncoil into another attack.
Relaxed though she seemed, an air of violence clung to the Godslayer.
She facing out the window now. Staring into the black and watching the others from the window. Avo stood next to her, the ghosts manifesting Peace’s projection flowing from his mind. Behind, Chambers sat atop the risen throne, a constructed map of Scale hovering above him. Kae had formed a seat from the smart-matter, and Denton was just behind her. Tavers, Draus, and Dice held to their own corner, ghosts wisping between them in private conversation–one that Avo remained apart from.
More than once, Thousandhand peeked at the aged squire, as if an old killer recognizing another. But instead of respect or acknowledgment, Thousandhand merely frowned while Tavers kept her Hellgun close by.
Avo used Peace as a puppet to recount his visit to the Deep Nether, elaborating on how he passed through when materializing the LGI core using Kare’s memories, how he evaded the Hungers and the Low Masters before ambushing them, his invasion of the city eternal, and finally meeting the Doublethinkers thereafter.
Prior conversations and conflicts flowed in condensed scenes, and all came to an end when Avo lept into the Hungers’ upward-spilling wound.
Across the entire recounting, a smug smile of satisfaction became Zein, her amusement growing greater with each offending act the ghoul performed.
“Ah, you've claimed quite the prize, Avo. Quite the prize.” She tried to prod at Peace using her umbrella, but the phantoms merely parted while the Low Master snarled.
+Don't touch me, you fucking cunt. you fucking sow.+ More curses, more rage; no matter.
“One of my best templates,” Avo agreed, speaking as if Peace wasn't there. “Much greater insight into traumas. Wards are unmatched as well. Enhanced my cadre.” Avo drew from Benhata and Abrel’s social engineering experience to hide his obvious intent. “Could help you as well. Trade favors.”
Zein laughed. “Digging for an advantage even now? Trying to get me to betray myself. I like it, I like it a lot. Very, very, very proactive.” She patted him on the arm in a rather grandmotherly fashion. The casual show of affection stood out of place from the brutality she inflicted mere hours prior. “He has also revealed to you the means to create additional Anathemas, yes? Like that which you bear?”
+He knows nothing of the art! He is a thief! A scavenger! Fucking! Carrion!+ Peace snarled as they spoke. The two continued to ignore him while Avo twisted Peace’s rage to provoke additional responses from Zein.
Avo didn’t answer directly. He simply clicked his fangs lightly.
“That will be quite useful,” Zein mused. “Another secret lost to Noloth. She looked around and the George Washington once more and shook her head. “Their murder of Defiance will remain a folly unmatched. What treasures remain under them are slowly turning into your inheritance. He would be proud of you.”
“He would tell me to live the life I want,” Avo replied, meeting the attempt at emotional manipulation with the naked truth.
Zein offered him a brief nod and continued. “You entertained me. I will speak of what you wish to know. But within my parameters.”
“Got somethin’ you don’t want us to know about?” Draus asked, her voice sliding in like a knife from the dark. “Seems like you got your own plans goin’. Separate from even the voiders.”
The Godslayer’s eyes twinkled. “Worry not, Captain: interests are aligned.”
+Shit,+ Tavers chuckled bitterly, shaking her head inside her Rendskin. Her approximation of Zein fell further. +If a middler, Necro, or squire I was working with said what she just did to me, I’d be wind. No questions.+ She eyed Zein Thousanhand again and found herself baffled. +Honestly, she’s got more traits in common with a druggie than a warrior. You sure this is her?+ Avo fought back a scoff and cast a few memories over to her. Seconds after, Taver’s opinion of Zein was subterranean. +Jaus. How the hells is she even still alive?+
“The warmind that you bear? And Paladin Kitzuhada’s memories. They are the reason for your banishment.” Zein gestured to Scale–the mountain fortress that the Paladins called home, and to the supposed LGI core nested in its lower depths. “You felt it when you tried to remember the LGI core. Something interacting with your Frame. Your mind. Your memories.”
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“Didn’t expect it,” Avo said.
“As you should not have. It is not a memory that most would possess. Why, aside from we in this room and,” she briefly looked at her fingers and did a mock calculation, “a few hundred entrusted experts at the top of each Guild, most would know little of what keeps the Nether rooted, of what keep the nightmares at bay.”
“The Gatekeeper,” Avo said.
“Yes. The true substructure of Scale itself. And the epicenter of the Ladder’s return.” That made more than a few heads turn. “It is more than merely an Ark, it is more than merely a bearer of pantheons or Heavens. It is something between a mind and a god; the finest creation under Jaus. Something meant to be the perfect shepherd of humanity, one that has no desire to infringe our will, to harm us, to exploit us despite possessing all the reality-tuning miracles of a civilization. A being that interfaces with culture and society, but is not turned or drowned by the input, capable of weaving paradise for all people without being enslaved by bias or mental weakness, and addicted to tyranny.
“It is a self-moving mind, in a fashion. One that the Exorcists use in part to direct their Overwatching Security lobbies. One that was meant to direct the total cognitive energies of humanity–living and dead–toward great designs beyond all our comprehension. And one damaged by Veylis during the Second Guild War. One that is barely functioning at all.”
Zein’s words stirred Avo’s accretion, and millions of templates within him began to chatter.
[It almost sounds like a gestalt,] Benhata mused.
Avo ignored what that could possibly mean and continued the dialogue. “It's broken?”
“It’s dismantled,” Zein answered. “Missing more than a few critical ontologics and Ark components.” Her face turned inscrutable as she stared into the dark. “I suspect my daughter was seeking to create a Heaven that could influence minds. Or to usurp the Nether altogether. Her ambitions have always been grand.”
“So, like, is the ladder thing broken?” Chambers asked, seeming confused. “Listen, I'm not really versed in thaumaturgy, but it sounds like the thing that pulled Avo into the Big Nothing technically shouldn’t be able to do that, or…”
“It functions yet. At least rudimentarily.” Zein turned to face the half-strand in her musing. Her eyes slid over to the holographic map of Scale. “You were planning an infiltration, weren't you? Using one of the paladins.”
“Kare Kitzuhada,” Avo answered, testing the waters with the information.
The Godslayer’s eyes widened, and her mouth became a shapely o. “Truly, it seems that the girl was part of both our designs now.”
Kare’s template spiked to full alertness. [What? Avo. Ask her. Ask her what she wants to do with me.]
Fear filled the Paladin, but so did curiosity. To have the eye of ZeinThousandhand, Godslayer, Champion of the Ori, a Glaive from a bleaker age was note for extreme concern.
“Oh. Quite simple really: I intended to engineer the circumstances leading to her death. Something to drive her uncle and clan into conflict with the D’Rongos and break them for good. As the Chivlarics and Meritocrats strain in Highflame, so does the Overclan groan under Ori-Thaum.” Zein sighed. “It’s a pity. She seems like such a nice girl.” Then she paused, and her frown turned joyous. “Ah, but she is yours. Compromised.”
“Yes,” Avo said, drawing all that he could from his templates to read Zein’s expressions. “Don’t need to waste her. Good asset. Good Paladin.”
Time shivered and coiled through Zein. For a moment, the Fisher swan within her, and he felt her reach for something unseen. Then the smile drained from her expression and disappointment returned.
“Ah. Such a pity. But we need something of severity. Like an exposed assassination for things to be in order.”
Thousandhand continued talking, regarding the Paladin as little more than a chess piece to be expended. With each word she spoke, the cold dread in Kare grew deeper.
“No,” Avo said.
“No?” Zein replied.
“Tell me what you’re trying to do. I’ll engineer the circumstances. Won’t be that hard for me. But no. Don’t get to kill what’s mine.”
Zein threw her head back and laughed. It was the kind of noise an adult made when a child attempted to assert themselves. “You are truly precious, pest. A vicious, brutal monster weaned from the flesh of man laying claim to the guardianship of a knight-maiden against a lurking crone.” She exhaled, breath filled with mirth. “A new myth in the making.”
“She's a person,” Avo said. “And I want to help her. She’s doing what she can to aid the city. Doing what she can to fight for the FATELESS. Because she believes in the dream. Practices her virtue.” Avo leaned down, lowering himself to Zein’s level until there was little space between their faces. Her faceplate grew misted with his exhalation. “Believes in your Jaus.”
He drew on Peace again and turned the Low Master into an instrument of outrage.
Leering at Zein, the Famine of Peace scoffed. “Hear that, you fucking sow? The truth. The truth of your reckless hedonism. The truth of why I always despised you–since the first day you came, blade drawn behind your lie-spitter of a lover, hand over the bastard-lump swelling to become your butcher of a daughter! ‘This is not the dream.’ But what do you know of dreams? Attack dog? What do you know of dreams, you creature of base pleasure.”
And there it was. A twitch. A shift in her eyes. A dangerous gleam in Zein’s expression.
Twelve meters across the room, Draus rose, her arm shifting as the glass around them began to shimmer. She tasted the scent first. The threat of violence. The building of tension.
+Hold,+ Avo said.
He then played his part, hissing in outrage at the Low Master’s template, creating imagined tortures and traumas, peeling the scabs from the man’s body, and drowning him in Lucille’s memories. It took drastically resequencing Peace’s mind to make him react with pain, but the effect was more than worth it.
Zein’s face cooled from a thundercloud of coming rage to a cold winter breath of hatred. “More,” she breathed. “Make him feel it more.”
And in that moment, Avo grasped her nature better–how to provoke her. But also what her Heaven lacked.
The Fisher That Wasn’t could fling constructs across time or place Zein ahead of all others on the pace of chronology. But it hadn’t detected him at first. His appearance had surprised her, just like back at the Trident, just like she didn’t know the nature of his templates. Perhaps she thought they were full copies of minds. In a way they were, but their lack of will must have gone unnoticed.
Regardless, this was his absolute advantage.
She might have the full picture and the ability to manipulate and foresee coming events, but he could peer into minds and systems with unmatched efficiency–and twist them to his own ends.
Between them, another duel had just begun.
One that Zein didn’t even know about.
Howling curses sputtered out of Peace, his countenance a visible canvas of agony. As his suffering continued, Zein’s fingers tapped her umbrella.
Dice and Draus were still, the nu-cat at their feet laying on its side, trying to understand why the people were so tense. Beside them, Tavers checked the condition of her armor and lined a Phys-Sim trajectory to Zein’s head.
Kae’s fingers were digging into her arm and Denton turned off her holo-tie pre-emptively.
The only one who remained relatively loose was Chambers, who only acknowledged the situation through Ghost-Link. +Fuck it. I’m game for round two. She moves and I’ll rash her. Sorry Kae.+
+No,+ the Agnos said, squeezing her arms to get her nervousness under control. +We might need that this time.+
Making Peace wail was fun for Avo as well, but he kept his eyes locked on Zein the entire time. “Full minds. I don’t enslave them. Hold them back from talking. Truth is usually more useful.”
“The truth,” Zein said, Peace’s wailing expression splashed over her faceplate. “Is that what that was supposed to be?”
The blessing of having over a million other minds simulated inside your consciousness ensured you had a response to almost any trap question. “His truth. Tells me who he is. Shows me his weakness.”
The Godslayer nodded. She tapped her umbrella three more times. “But would you agree?”
“That Jaus wouldn’t want this?”
She finally looked away from Peace and met his stare.
“Only knowledge of Jaus is tinted by myth. Comes through Peace. And I don’t care about that. I don’t care about Jaus. I’m just embarrassed by you.”
The silent anger inside Zein broke and she did a double take. “Embrassed?”
“By your weakness,” Avo elaborated.
The disbelief in Zein grew. As did the incredulity among the cadre.
+Avo,+ Tavers said, mind tight with anxiety.
+Know what I’m doing,+ Avo replied. +Probably.+
Dice said nothing. She merely picked her nu-kitten up and placed her beside the glass. The small animal mewed at her in confusion, but Draus understood.
Keep the cat away from the fighting.
“Told you about my encounter with the Hungers,” Avo continued. Memories spilled out from him, manifesting as a collage of scenes to infuse his words with emphasis. “Met the Doublethinkers at the end. Begged me to free them. Found them pathetic. To fail their own power. Their own idealization.”
He let out a slow hiss and glared down at Zein. “Expected better of you. Taunted by a Low Master. And surrendering to the future instead of shaping it. Are you an ephemeral or a Godclad.”
Zein’s eyes were unblinking now, her thoughtstuff impossibly still.
Avo kept going. “I shape things with my power. Opportunities. Circumstances. Outcomes. I struggle for what I want. I engineer possibility. You have it as part of your Soul. But no. Kare’s ‘death holds significance.’ That’s acceptance. That’s surrender. That’s human.” Avo released a mocking laugh while Peace began to whimper for mercy, his mind so different he was another person. “But maybe I don’t understand. Maybe I’m just ignorant. Said you were going to tell me about the paths. The future. How I’m too loud. Well. Suppose this is a good point to start then: why must you sacrifice the Paladin?”
But Zein didn’t speak. Instead, her fingers tightened around her parasol.
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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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