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Voting closed: January 04, 2021, 02:28:47 am

[19_EgarAlnis]

Eh. You were kinda spot on. The details are a little wrong, though.

Flesh cohesion is how tied to the material you are. It is reduced by shaping your body with the dust, or splitting the dust away to use as a reference point. Too little and you begin to break apart as it overwhelms your body. You begin to turn, in our case, into something that serves only your primary directives:
S̜͈̣͍̖͞eŕ̳v̱͓̹̱e̥̠̦̖ ͍͡H̠̱̟͎̩͞um̭̬̤a͈͘n̼̪̘̙̤̗̱i̡͔͉͖̤̞̜t̠͖͎̣y͕̗̬.̰̠̳̹̥
̤̪͖̭͝D͘e̼̳͖s͈̕t̗r̻̖o̰͉̞̤y͇̪.͇̰̻͙̣͖
̸̜̻͔̙P̼͉ro͎̞̺̹̠̝t̴͖̬̫̯̪͚e̶̳̙͇̰͇̞̟ct͉̼̭͙̫ͅ ͏̺͈͙̯̝̜È̜̻̣̯̤m͙̠͚͈̰̦̭m̗̹̺͔̝̯̰a̴̟̻̙͚̜͇ ̮͈͔͎̪̤͎T͉͠h̦o͞r҉̼̭n̡̝ṭ̬͕̳ọ̴̗̯̣̜̩͖n̮̠.̧
S̵̟̣̺͍̥ur̗v̛͕̻̳͕͓ị̛̖̥̘ve̴.̰̮

You and the Warmachine's husband make small talk as she does final checks, the child almost falling asleep in their bowl of porridge before their father gives them a gentle whack on the hand with a wooden spoon. The boy grumbles. "Stay awake! We still have work to do after your mother leaves!"

You smile at the scene of domestic disharmony and extricate yourself as the Warmachine, who's helmet, you note, bears a red stripe, comes in to say goodbye to her family.

Then you're marching at her side, out of the city. The Warmachines peel their helmets off to banter and joke with one another, hiding the nerves they must feel on their way to war. The commander does not speak much, giving you a glance every now and then.

"So. You can fly." She finally states, bluntly, "You...really are an [angel], aren't you?" The Warmachines go silent as they watch you closely for your answer. "And...that means Emma and William...are also [angels] now, too?"

[Naturegirl1999]

.

[ZBridges]

"The idea of angels and demons is a lie from SEED.  We are called Empyreals, and we are beings from other worlds."

[Naturegirl1999]

"The idea of angels and demons is a lie from SEED.  We are called Empyreals, and we are beings from other worlds."

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[Superdorf]

This damage to our cohesion-- can it be repaired? Reversed?

[19_EgarAlnis]

"...ah. I understand." She doesn't, and neither do the Warmachines, who go back to their playful banter a little more tensely than before. The Villa rises up from the surrounding hills, the concrete and razor wire barricade rising from the scenery, protecting the older walls of stone and steel.

At your current regeneration rate: Five percent per forty-eight hour period.

[ZBridges]

Send out a small portion of our dust/will and try to make it coalesce into a tiny creature, an extension of our intent.

[Superdorf]

Hold up... is that VOID talking? Did we de-zalgo VOID?

Excellent, thank you.

Send out a small portion of our dust/will and try to make it coalesce into a tiny creature, an extension of our intent.

Let's... not further damage the cohesion of our flesh the day we march for war? We'll need strength to spare for wielding our wings later, after all.

[ZBridges]

It might be worth a try, in my opinion.  Being able to create these things with our will would allow us to supplement the soldiers of SEED, who are declining in number.

I did say a tiny creature, so as to use as little dust as possible.

[19_EgarAlnis]

Synchronization rates have increased. Data streams coalesced into direct statements. Experience increases Synchronization rate. You've experienced the memories of The First of your line. The first time I was bonded with a human.

The gate draws near, and you wait as the Warmachines are verified and cross-checked. "You're late." The watchman states.

"Superior," The Warmachine gestures to you as you pull the robe down a little to reveal your blood red mane-- your hair grew. A lot. It reaches down to the small of your back now. "She required assistance."

"Acceptable." The gates open to let you through. The Warmachines wait in the plaza while you approach the Villa-- you're held up at the gate-- and Emma barrels into you for a tight hug.

"That-- that was amazing. Can I do that? I tried but I..uh, just broke my leg."

[ZBridges]

"You can.  It's best to take these things slowly, however, to avoid hurting yourself.  I can help you develop your powers in a safer way."

[19_EgarAlnis]

Emma smiles, leaning into you, relaxed. "That stuff worked wonders though. I had really interesting dreams. I wrote them down for you to look at later. But now, we should get ready to go. You need to change and get into something more presentable and get your gear on. By the time that's done, the hovercraft should be touching down and we can get loaded on. Do you need anything else from here?"

Spoiler: Status (click to show/hide)

You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: [0600] 11/17/2011
Personal Time: 5 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.

Cohesion: 90%
You are satiated.
You are in peak, physical shape.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Over Body: A woolen, crimson robe.
On Torso: A tunic of blue wool
On Legs: Synth Cloth Pants
On Feet: Ill-fitting, ruined boots.

Spoiler: Powers and Skills (click to show/hide)

Overload: Qualified
Bird of Sol's Reign: Apprentice
Conquerer's Aura: Apprentice.
Inferno : Able
Healing Factor: Apprentice
-Endurance Boost: Amateur.
-Strength Boost: Amateur.
Matter Manipulation:Silicon::Competent
Skill: Charisma: Apprentice
Skill: Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill: Marksmanship: Proficient

Spoiler: Wealth (click to show/hide)

[94.38 credits] in local currency.

Spoiler: Contracts (click to show/hide)

You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-three years.

Spoiler: Ties (click to show/hide)

[Angel] of The Holy City State of SEED
--High Influence within its borders
--Full command of all military resources, as approved by Crusader General
--Full command of all military resources, in emergencies
--Assigned a personal team of researchers, medical officers, and trainers.

Grandmother(adopted), Handler: Mother Nicole Gainer
--Contactable in person.
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
--Current lawful ruler of Steelworks 9 Region (Crusader Supported)

Organization: The Thornton Family
--Contactable through Emma
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Allied with Nicole Gainer, you
*Researching: Radio towers*

Organization: Personal Guard
--A complement of fifty-six guards, highly trained, heavily armed. Each carries a las-rifle, a las-pistol, and a personal knife. They wear Heavily Armored Crusader vests, leggings, boots and face obscuring kevlar face masks.
--Lead by ? ? ?
--??/56 Loyal, Fanatic
--??/56 Uncertain
--4/56 Defiant
--McGee Foster (Loyal)
--James Foster (Loyal)
--Erica Hail (Loyal)
--Johnathan Shellton (Loyal)
--Eric Armstrong (Loyal)
--Quincy Black (Loyal)

Organization: Thornton Mercenaries
--A complement of hulking Thornton soldiers turned into cybernetically augmented heavy-duty infantry. Equipped with fusion reactor based las-gun assault rifles, Inferno Shotguns, super thick armor, and technicians standing by. They are also equipped with inter and intra-squad radio communicators.
--Lead by William Thornton
--56/56
*Ready for extended operations*


Servant, ? ? ?: Iyal
--A mysterious Outlander woman, branded by SEED as a debt-slave. She wishes to serve you, for a better life after an attempted mugging.
*Currently planning assassinations of Officers within the Holy City*

Ally, Superior: The Pontifex
--Church leader for the Scholars of the Holy SEED city-state.
--High Influence within its borders
--Incredibly High Influence with Zealots
--Minor feud with Crusaders

Ally, Subservient: William Thornton
Leader of the Thornton Family of Businessmen.
--Contactable in person
--High influence within the Thornton Mercenaries
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region
*Coordinating Thornton Family Assets*

Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
--Contactable in person
--High influence within The Thornton Family

Contact, Military Trainer Coordinator: Tyler Hop (Cordial)

Lover, Adjutant: Emma Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family
*Coordinating Thornton Family Assets*

Pet, Threat: Mitch, the Barker
A stubby furred, stubby faced hellion of a canine that will possibly mutate in the future.
-8/50 Obedience
-?/50 Affection
-1/50 Respect

Friends(?) (Lost Contact):
-Jesse Hardhouse
-Amanda Silversmith
-John Frost

[ZBridges]

Nothing I can think of at the moment.

[Naturegirl1999]

Get dressed and head for the hovercraft

[Superdorf]

We did de-Zalgo VOID! I am pleased.

Excellent.
What are you, anyway? You've been so helpful, and I've never really thought to ask...

"Nah-- it's just good to be back." Smile; then, apologetic: "I expected weird dreams-- I didn't realize I'd fly off on you like that! I ah, didn't expect I'd be flying in first place..."

"...anyway. I'll go grab my things."

Get dressed and head for the hovercraft

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