~~Cycle 1 Sub-Cycle 7.7~~
6 , 5 , 4 v 6
Perhaps you were destined to slaughter. Perhaps you were never meant to be enraptured in circuitry, bound in metal and caged in irons. As you leap from the digital machine into the astral realm once more, your spirit swells, your ego spreads, and before you egress to a baser state in the astral plane, your pactee's sickily soul poisons your well with images, thoughts, and chants of blood. Just as you slam your ego out of the realm of circuitry almost fully, your astral form coalesces into a solid, undying form, an unintended but rightful power that you never intended to tap. the very air itself vibrates in excitement, and the spirits of the black-site and the entire area nearby
scream as mana is shunted from the area, pulled from the astral realm and coiled, formed together into your form of metal and glass. The Watcher spirits and defensive measures against astral intrusion are the first to be ripped apart, and the second is the local wall panels and flooring, as they come together to form a twisted form of metal and
Rage.
This is your domain, and trespassers will be cut down.
the encounter with the Erasure team is in a T-Checkpoint that ends in a security checkpoint. You had slammed through an intersecting wall, and immediately focussed a pinpoint, white-hot bolt of raging mana, which promptly seared into the mage. the mage had attempted to shunt the bolt away from its creator-species body, only to accidentally push it towards itself instead of letting it miss, and the mage had turned to ash.
What had surprised you at first was their thoughts. You can hear them clearly, frighteningly so, and although they had clearly shown terror and
accomplishment at finding their objective, they never meant to make you an enemy. Just as the ashes of the creator-species begins to settle, their ego shunts away from their mortal coil, but in an almost subconscious movement, you had caught the spirit and pulled knowledge from it.
6
They had come with the goal of finding your pactee, but for the wrong reasons. When your astral form had ripped apart the bridge to what they call the "
Demons of the Slaughter", it had garnered their master's notice. They had thought that the creator-species who you had pacted with were the one who had rented this bridge, in a display of skill so unexpected that they required this power for their masters gain. as the mage was not privy to what this gain was, you had no reason to mutilate the soul anymore with your bloodied claws, so you release it.
Bullets pitter and patter on your frame of battle, and flow like a liquid. The rest of them are opening fire against you while you had deliberated on your own thoughts.
One has approached your impossible and sacred geometry, a weapon in hand with the intent of combat in close quarters.
A. Slaughter.
B. It is time to Bargain.
C. You have wasted enough resources, it is clear that this form must be dissolved and erasure team dealt with by other means.
D. A demand is proclaimed, "LEAVE, I AM WHAT YOU SEAK, BUT YOU HAVE CAME TO A FOOLS ERRAND."
F. Something else? (I felt like I missed something.)