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[penguify]

Does regeneration take into account conservation of mass? If so, I don't see how a brain could regrow its body.

[RAM]

I don't think that it does, and if it did you could feed the brain intravenously...

[cerapa]

Its MAGIC!^TM, it follows rules of the plot. So, probably doesnt take conservation of mass into account.

EDIT: And forgot, extract the brain and eat it.

[Armok]

The brain should be able to regrow an entire body in time, so for now just get it out of there.

[Silleh Boy]

((I'm not happy with how this turned out, but, eh. More sleep and less heat'd go a long way to improving this. Damn you, british summer!))

You looked over at the twitching, thrashing form of the mechanical man, knowing deep down that you had to at least do something to make this right. You had to find some way to free the person within it, if not put them out of their misery. Given that even now their natural regeneration was able to repair the damage done by that rusted tool you had stabbed them with, you knew that the few things you could think of to put them out of their misery wouldn't be effective.

This meant that your only choice was to open the metal shell that contained them, to remove them from it and to see if they would start regenerating now they were no longer hooked up, or if they would die, if this would allow them to finally be at peace. Opening this up was going to take the right tools or the right application of force. The latter was more likely, given how you knew that the tools suited for this job were specialist made ones, that they were currently sat within the Clockworkers guild house.

You hauled yourself to your feet, staggering around the side of the shed as your legs felt like lead from a combination of the guilt you felt and the prior asphyxiation you had endured. You needed to check the shed for any suitable impliments that you could use to break the fastenings that held that mechanical shell together, something that would allow you to pop the casing open.

The sickle you had used before was far from likely to withstand the pressure of such an act in the state it was in, given how it had broken readily when you had tried to jam it into the workings of that bronze shell that held the mind of one of the Enlightened prisoner. You needed a tool that was sturdy and in good condition, you needed something that would withstand the pressure it would take to accomplish this goal.

As you stepped into the shed you felt your head spinning, it was too much too soon, memories that you had wanted to never remember flooding back to you as you remembered every detail relating to this abomination, this blend of man and machine you had helped create. Technology had been too primitive at the time to create an artificial mind. Technology was still too primitive to do such.

The natural step had been to take one from a person, that had the issue of the average person's mind being damaged beyond use, too hard to sustain and impossible to work with. You had known how to fix this problem for them, you had told them just what they needed for it, you had shown them how to wire up the minds to their machines. The blood of all those who suffered inside those prisons of bronze was on your hands, yet taking away those abominations you had created would leave the city defenceless against the things that went bump in the night.

The average human was defenceless against these things, incapable of fighting them in the dark due to their inherent lack of night vision. You lacked such night sight yourself, yet you were a lot more able to defend yourself against them, due to how you were able to predict the way they would behave, due to how you could react faster than most humans could.

Your fingers closed about the handle of a heavy axe.

You couldn't leave them all trapped as they were and you couldn't free them, as both courses of action were unfavourable in their own ways. Free them and people died, leave them and your guilt would become all the more overpowering as time went on.

You felt like a hollow shell of the man that you remembered yourself to be, dull by comparison to that genius who had effortlessly devised the way to link a mind up to those metallic prisons. Weak, by comparison to the warrior who had stared down entire armies, faced tyrants and spilled blood in the name of peace. You were not averse to killing, though you had always sought a peaceful resolution before you took that path where possible.

There was still so much that you couldn't remember.

Your hand pressed to the side of the shed as you staggered back around it, axe dangling loosely as you grasped it, as you swallowed nervously. You had to free one, just this one to see if there was hope for them, to see if they were able to regenerate when so little of their original body remained.

The sound of metal striking metal filled your ears, snapping you from your reverie as you realised you had already begun to strike at the prison that encased that person. You were aiming for the seams where bolts fastened the head together, blows glancing off the rounded surface as the machine beneath you struggled to retaliate.

"Ce-Cease. Cease. Cease. Hostile Action. Cease."

Those words had you cringe, reminding you of how you had taught the Clockworkers how to overwhelm, supress and program the brains of the victims of this process, though the fact that this one seemed to have developed this quirk gave you hope that it could in time be reversed.

"Stop resisting," you hissed as the axe glanced off the side of the mechanical monstrosities head, embedding itself in the earth beside your foot. "I am trying to free you from this prison," you added, though there was no sign of that bronze body ceasing to struggle, though it did little to hinder your efforts as you continued to rain down blows on it.

Blow after glancing blow struck it as your frustration grew, as that dull axe failed to do anything, as you cast it aside and began stamping on the armoured casing that composed its head. As your frustration peaked you found yourself tensing up, a sensation of indignation rushing through you as your foot raised once more. You, an ancient immortal, one who strove to become more, defeated by the craftwork of some lowly man.

Your heel struck down once more as the casing buckled, as the sound of bolts tearing free and breaking echoed, as you, empowered by righteous fury ducked down and placed one hand on either side of the casing and pulled.

The sight that greeted you wasn't pretty, as it was the sight of a glass dome, cracked and broken in a few places from your earlier efforts. A glass dome, filled with a translucent green jelly like substance, housing the brain of the victim of your knowledge. You could see various wires running too and from it, some running down from what you took to be the optical nerves to a small device mounted almost invisibly under the chin of the thing.

The glass dome's base was made of metal, with wires running up into it from the underside, through the center of it and into the brain. You didn't have the tools, or the knowledge any longer to disconnect it, that left only one course of action. A course of action that the very prospect of made you cringe, knowing how it was the polar opposite of delicate and caring. If the brain of this person died, then it was probably for the best. If they survived, if they were able to regrow once freed from the jelly like substance that was likely used to prevent any bodily regeneration then you'd find a way to make things right.

You used the sleeve of your shirt to protect your fingers as you broke away the rest of the glass carefully, as you used one of the shards of it to slice through the jelly like substance before you pulled it apart. You cringed as you slid your hands beneath it, as you lifted the brain with one hand and tore away the wires with the other. Even now you could see the initial stages of regeneration kicking in as the first stages of protective membrane started to form, as the skull started to follow suit.

You watched with an almost horrified fascination as you watched the head of this individual regenerating, as you watched them regrowing their body from the top down. You could feel the increasing weight of their head in your hands as you waited for it to reach the outer skin layer before placing it down, watching as this regeneration went on to form their neck.

You removed your shirt, placing it down in preperation for their body to regrow beneath it, to keep them decent just incase. What was this person, and what were you going to do with them now you'd freed them?

[Jabberwock]

We should make sure he's all right mentally and physically and that he's not going to attack anyone. Next would be to get him some clothes, maybe from Oak.

[RAM]

Take them to Anxiety and appologise.

[Osmosis Jones]

Bump for great justice. Also, talk to Anne.

[cerapa]

Call Anne. She might be better at dealing with this person.

[Karnewarrior]

Taken a week, and I'm only on page 46. Good on ya', sillieh boy, you made a great story and I'd be sad to see it die.

[Silleh Boy]

((I appologise for the delay, my poor timing seems to have had me miss the fact that there were responses. Oops!))


You waited in silence beside that figure as their body steadily regenerated, watching as their form filled out beneath the shirt, as their facial features became fully defined, as brown hair started to sprout. Brown eyes opened, gazing up at you as the figure's body continued to grow, sprouting arms like some kind of plant made of flesh as those impassive eyes betrayed how this person still bore their mental conditioning. They still believed themselves to be that automaton, to be the clockwork monster that they had been encased in as the thought center.

"What is your name?" You asked, crouching beside the figure as you prepared to swat their arms aside if they lashed out at you.

"My designation is-" came the voice of a woman, though you were fast to interrupt them.

"You are a person, not a machine to be referred to by some serial number. What is your name?"

"My designation is-"

The sound of flesh on flesh filled the air as you slapped the woman's face forcefully, cringing deep down as you hated the concept of causing further suffering to this person. It was for the best though, you knew that you had to get them to see that they were a person, that they were not what had been made of them. You had to make them aware that you were the one guilty for this, even if it meant that they would hate you for it.

It was the only way to ensure that they had something to cling to, something to drag themselves free of the existance that they had been condemned to. As long as they had something to hold onto, something to keep them from relapsing into that state it didn't matter if they hated you or not. You could live with such hate, hell, you knew you deserved it for that matter for what you had done was unforgivable. It felt as if nothing would ever alleviate the feeling of guilt that you felt over this matter, yet it wasn't guilt that had you doing this right now.

No, guilt was the wrong reason to do this.

You were doing this, as it was the right thing to do.

"Listen to me," you started, almost smiling as you heard the woman start to sob. It was painful to hear, yet it gave you hope that you'd put her on the first tracks to recovering her humanity. "You are not some automaton, known by a designated serial number, you are a woman, you are a victim of a procedure that-"

You averted your gaze as the woman rolled over, turning away from you as she continued to sob, her arms almost fully regrown now, her legs having started. Enlightened or not, distraught or not, she was indecent and you were not comfortable with the thought of keeping your attention on her while she had her back to you in such a manner.

"Ma'am, your posterior is exposed to me at this moment, could you pull the shirt that I have covered you with back so you are once more decent, please?"

There was a moment of awkward silence as the woman shuffled audiably, a few long moments passing in silence as you waited for some form of confirmation from her. When none came, you turned towrds her cautiously to see her sat there, your shirt now worn as her cheeks burned red, as she sat there atop her legs, her body now fully regenerated. Your shirt was loose fitting and oversized on her body, betraying immediately that she was shorter than average, making it a stark contrast from the towering figure of bronze that she had been encased within not long ago.

"Well, you still show signs of needing to adhere to concepsts such as what society considers to be basic decency," you sighed, angling your head slightly as you rubbed at your chin. "Now, do you remember your name?"

The woman remained silent, awkwardly so as she looked down at her hands, at her legs, as she looked up at you and slowly reached out, inquisitively touching your face. No sooner than she had done so, her hand jerked back once more, held aloft as she started to slowly reach forward again. The same motion was repeated, before she placed her hands in her lap again, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to speak and yet couldn't seem to find the words.

"I am Eurochkoles," you stated as you gestured to yourself, watching as she followed suit, though yet again, she seemed to fail to find words as she gestured to herself. Maybe telling her about your role in what she had become wasn't wise just yet, you needed to wait for her to clearly be aware of who she was, aware of what she was. Once she was capable of comprehending this, you'd tell her, give her the choice of getting as far away from you as she could or letting you make what you had done to her up somehow.

"Can you walk?" You asked, prompting her to struggle for a moment to climb to her feet, wobbling unsteadily as she did so. You were fast to climb to your feet, catching her as she stumbled and fell, sighing as you pulled her upright and braced her against yourself. You could feel her recoiling away from you, instinctually not wanting to be so close to someone else it seemed. "I'll take that as a no, I'll carry you then, take you to some friends of mine and I'll see if there's some clothing you can use."

You slipped behind the woman, ducking down as you lifted her up, as you set her atop your shoulders, one of your arms bracing her legs against your chest, the other reaching up to take hold of one of her hands to steady her. You didn't like the thought of leaving the wreckage of the clockwork body that she had come from in the field, yet you knew that you could do little about it at this time.

You made your way to the edge of the field, stepping over the wall carefully as you tightened your grip on the woman, making your way up the path that lead back towards Oak's home. You felt alive, inexplicably so. You felt as if the entire experience had caused you to awaken, to recover a lost fragment of your former glory.

You felt as if nothing could stop you.

You were going to make right what you had done, and nothing would stop you.

As you made your way up the path towards Oak's home, you wondered just how you were going to explain this. Anne would no doubt be more understanding due to her experiences, but Oak wasn't even aware of what Anne was. Was it time to reveal both their natures or was it more prudent to twist the truth in this matter?


You have a point to spend.

Spoiler: "Stats" (click to show/hide)

Earth:   5 - (Resiliance)
Fire:   5 - (Marksman)
Air:   7 - (Tactics)
Water:   5 - (Reading People)

Powers:
0 - Ageless.
   You have all of eternity to complete your tasks, forever in your prime.

1 (f) - Quickened Healing.
   Seven fold is your natural recovery rate increased.

2 (fm) - Unkillable.
   Death cannot claim you. Injury, poison, disease and the like still have their effects however, along with their associated downtime.

2 (fv) - Presence of the Immortal.
   The presence of eternity can be an awe inspiring thing, yet you are able to inspire more than simple awe.

Points Pool: 1

[penguify]

MOAR AIR!

or water

[Ochita]

Earth- We can't keep on being put down because we cant take more damage

[penguify]

Earth- We can't keep on being put down because we cant take more damage

Boooring. More smarts!

Upgrading air further is like 4 times better than upgrading anything else, because of the exponential growth.

[Ochita]

Who here wants our character to be a inventor and such when we dont really have access to a workshop or who wants to be someone who can take more damage and keep going?