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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2018 22:25:12 GMT -5
There lies an island, sitting alone in the southern oceans of earth. Modest in size, covered in lush jungles and sandy beaches. Populated by teeming wildlife and plentiful birds. Bunbuku Island is its name, though few call it as such. The eastern shores of the isle are dominated by a massive volcano, known as Poco Poco to the locals, when the island once had locals. Long since ignored and forgotten by earthlings, far and away from human civilization, this island has become the home away from home for the Demon Lord Amatricina. The island provides her ready access to the bare essentials for survival, with plentiful game to hunt, crisp clear mountain spring water, and peace of quiet away from the prying eyes of humanity at large. In her hunt for the Dragonballs, the fire demon is loath to reveal her true form to humans, typically adopting a mortal guise and suppressing her power level down to the pathetic thresholds set by most humans. But on her small tropical paradise, Amatricina can let her hair down so to speak. Basking in her voluptuous true form and having a place to train and mediate away from the curious eyes of humanity. A place to gather her thoughts and compose her strength before returning to the Kabochan fleet waiting idly above the world to speak with her Emperor. The isle itself held another curious fascination for the demon, one she had begun to study keenly in recent weeks. The island, and its creatures, were far harsher and more brutal than their kin elsewhere. The animals grew longer, sharp fangs and claws. They were aggressive and feral, fighting and attacking seemingly without provocation. The plants, especially those that bore edible fruit, were covered in thorns and thistles. As if to deny any would dare to steal their prize. Even the flowers, usually swollen with sweet smelling nectar, hang heavy instead with poisonous dew. It is as if the entire isle was tainted by an outside force. Amatricina new it was not her own doing, while her powers were great they did not have a pervasive miasma to their effects, as this did. To her knowledge, no demon held such abilities, living or dead. This was a force of outside interference. The demoness found no traces of demonic ki, or residual godly energy in the area, and her ki sense was well honed to tracking both. No, this was the work of something else, not magic, but science. Amatricina continued her research, working ceaselessly in the gaps between her arduous training. One day Amatricina had realized it. The answer was malice, she could sense emotions in living beings, feel the sins and the evil thoughts that dwelled within their souls. Animals were no different, albeit with much cruder, simpler emotions. Rage was one of them, and this rage had a source. By chance the demoness uncovered it, blasting apart the ground beneath her as she flared the full strength of her aura. What she found was remarkable. An ancient device, centuries old by miraculously still functioning. Most of the machine had been blasted apart, the rest buried by years of heavy rainfall and tropical storms. The machine puffed out tiny wisps of black smoke at irregular intervals, trying desperately to fulfill its original purpose. The gas itself smelled heavenly to the demon, its scent was that of pure malice and wrath. A creation of pure spiteful anger, she wished she could meet the genius behind such a device. Amatricina exhumed the machine, carefully pulling it free from its earthen tomb as not to damage it further. She lacked any knowledge of its workings, or how to repair, much less even understand the device. She decided to place it under a large sheltered outcropping, where it would be free at least from the wind and rain. It continued its unknown grim task, puffing out its inky smoke, further corrupting the immediate wildlife into more bestial spiteful forms. While Amatricina loved the device dearly, it was merely a trinket of a bygone era. But there was something else amiss about the place. A kind of residual energy, neither living nor dead. A ghastly kind of presence that stunk of hate and spite and cruelty. A great battle had been fought here, ages ago, how many though the demon had no clue. The isle held many secrets, and in time she hoped to claim each of them as her own. But Amatricina could not dwell on idle curiosities forever. She had training to do, and retreated to deep within the molten heart of the island's volcano. It was her favored spot on the whole island, safe in its super heated depths. It reminded her of her home, the molten hellscape that was Monsigneus. Here in the bowls of the mountain no mere mortal could find her, humans loathed contact with even the most timid of fire. She doubted any would ever willingly set foot in such a place. Amatricina crossed her legs, hovering slightly in the air. She lowered herself into the bubbling lake of magma at the bottom of the volcano, until it had fully submerged her curvaceous form, horns and all. Only here below the burning lake of fire could she truly focus her meditation. Her fiery race could survive and breath even without air by focusing their demonic ki. That was child's play though, a technique they mastered as infants fresh out of their mother's womb. No, what Amatricina was doing was far taxing. In the mortal realm she was cut off from the great wellspring of power all demons could tap into. Dark Energy, a chaotic power that existed only in the Demon Realm. It was raw untapped energy, coalescing in inky tendrils that only a demonic mind could truly comprehend. But here in the mortal realm, there was no such power. Originally it had made Amatricina feel weak and atrophied, like an addict in relapse without their precious drug of choice. She had gone to great lengths to ween herself off the ravishing power of her beloved Dark Energy, it took great focus and concentration to do so. In time, more of her natural strength had returned, and with it her demonic stamina. Now she was whole again, even without the Dark Energy that once so nourished her. But avarice is a sin as strong as any with the fire demon, and she continues to craze that which she so dearly misses. And that is the purpose of her meditation. Amatricina's aura flared around her body like a raging inferno, crimson demonic ki crackling with ruby lighting that struck the inner walls of the mountain. Her power level steadily rose, great storm clouds gathering over the island and darkening the skies. She called out to the Demon Realm with her magics, reaching unseen fingers to claw at the barrier between dimensions themselves. With finely practiced magics and great mastery of demonic ki the demoness could tear her way between realms without a proper portal, pulling forth Dark Energy to sustain and augment her strength. Her mastery of the dark and ruinous power would be her edge of the champions of the mortal realm. Only a demon could hope to wield Dark Energy, it was her birthright and Amatricina had no intention of squandering its great gifts. But as she honed her technique the sheer waves of demonic ki emanating from her body could be felt at great distance, a calling card to her for those with the means to sense them.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 8, 2018 23:09:14 GMT -5
MARK I flew over the earth as he pondered his previous battle. Now that he had finished testing himself and his capabilities, It seemed that he was mostly impervious to most forms of attacks, for a limited time, but their were two types of energies that he simply could not account for and this much angered him. Though eventually ki attacks, of sufficient power, and even physical assaults would, in theory, eventually give him pause or begin to wear him down. He could usually outlast or overpower a foe before ever having to worry about it.
Magic and psychic energy however. These were two sources of energy that were a bane to his existence, the former being the worst offender as his body currently and simply did not have any ways to counteract them consistently. It was a constant source of frustration for the otherwise indomitable titan.
MARK I had spent the past few days scouring the earth for magical items, trinkets, and information on arcane lore. Hoping to find a way to bridge the gaps in his knowledge and a way to defend against such attacks.
As he flew through earth's orbit, just outside of the atmosphere he felt a tremor of power. It was a strange, dark energy. A pulsating power which seemed to call out to him. This ki signature was unlike anything he'd sensed before. Reaching out with his mind he was able to discern a sinister essence to this power. It felt old. Ancient, as if somehow the energy itself threatened to assault him for peering into it. He came to a sudden stop as he began to trace the origins of this mysterious power.
Moments later MARK I's body crashed landed onto the island. He landed like a comet, burning up upon reentry and forming a small crater as he smashed into the beaches of this island. Rising from the crater he began to make his way towards the source of said energy. On his way there he ran across many different species of animals. Many of which hissed and bellowed at him with a cautious rage as he traveled deeper and deeper onto the island. Some of the plant life seemed come alive as he crossed it's path. They did nothing as he simply super heated his body upon impact, frying up anything that came into contact with him. No animal was foolish enough to get in his way as he proudly and fearlessly made his way closer and closer to the volcano.
MARK I stopped when he came across some debris. Pieces of tech he hadn't yet seen in any of his travels, old, destroyed tech. Must have been on the island for hundreds of years, yet it must have been made of excellent material to maintain some of its integrity.
Raising the shards of metal and wires to his face he preformed a quick scan across the dimensions of the small shard.
"Download complete" Bunny said. Not much could be deciphered from this small piece so he dropped the shard and continued pushing forward.
"Is this really wise? This Island and it's creatures are enhanced in strange ways. This could be magic MARK I. Perhaps we should..."
".... . .. ." MARK I's response to her was callous, brief and it cut her argument down immediately, despite her concerns being quite valid.
"The power source is quiet large. It seems as though it is coming from a singular source. Perhaps a Majin or a magical object."
MARK I's skin shifted in color and texture as he walked through the forest, adapting on its own, mimicking some of the creatures on the island slightly as he moved.
W.C: 611/ T.W.C: 611 @amatricina
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2018 23:42:54 GMT -5
Though Amatricina had not felt any ki, she had felt... something. Even deep in her molten bath her focus was broken, attention snapped back to reality as the earth rumbled and the ground shook. "What was that..." She grumbled aloud to herself. At first she thought it was the volcano, but the beauteous earthwork was docile and gentile, unlike the ones of her home. It was content merely to bubble lava out in burning rivers of flame that forged new land, and belch great plumes of black smoke into the sky. It was nowhere near as aggressive as the ruinous lava spewing calderas of her home, and by her estimate it could be hundreds, if not thousands of years until the mountain truly bathed the region in its fiery wrath. The fire demon rose from her molten bath, irritated at the disturbance in her domain. Lava sloughed off her body, the heat she gave off making even the molten rock paltry by comparison. She looked skyward, flying quickly to the summit of the mountain and landing on its ridge. Her ruby gaze was cast westward, to the windy palm beaches that encircled the isle. Something was amiss, and the demon immediately noticed a smoldering crater that devastated much of the western beach. She raised an eyebrow, looking outwards at the impact sight from her perch, sand was super heated into marbled glass, steam rising from where the surf touched hot ground. Something was on her island, something inorganic. Cyborgs, androids, and biomechanical terrors were exceedingly rare in the Demon Realm, where the mortals used science to create such beings, demons took a more direct approach. Rather than build a mechanical man, sorcerers would wield the ruinous powers of Dark Energy and create living constructs of magic, binding souls into inanimate bodies of stone or steel. Some simply bred new races of demons to serve their bidding, though these tended to be small flighty imp-like creatures. Powerful eldritch demons like the First Flame that had sired Amatricina's race of Fire Demons were all long since dead to the rigors of time. Despite all this, the demoness had some small knowledge of the mortal's scientific abominations. They had faced and killed one such bio-mechanical android, a self proclaimed perfect being melded together from the essence of many powerful warrior races. She had shown it the insolence of its birthright, and after a brief battle pulled the beings skull from its spine. No being without demonic blood could ever hope to be 'perfect.' Although that android, proud as it was, was in many ways no different from any other flesh and blood mortal. It had bones, flesh, blood, it had a soul, and upon killing it Amatricina could only assume it had a spirit that departed for Other World. But what of more purely... mechanical creations. They were an enigma to the demon, and she treaded with caution as the demoness flew down the slope of the red mountain towards the dense jungles of her temporary home. Irritated, focused, and well warmed up from intense meditative training the fire demon's aura crackled and surged around her. Now engorged with Dark Energy, it help a sinister darkness to it, an ebony flame that drank in light like a sponge takes to water. Violet colored lightning surged forth from the aura of darkness, splintering trees and sending flocks of birds fleeing into the skies. A looming sense of dread grew in the simple minds of the island's beasts, and they flew from the vicinity of the demon, making their way back to their burrows or towards high ground. The Warlord of the Fire Demons was in an ill mood, and her wrath was not easily calmed.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 9, 2018 0:01:32 GMT -5
MARK I arrived at the base of the mountain with little to no trouble. He could feel the source of energy he'd been searching for move from within the mountain itself to the top.
This interested him. What lives within a volcano and holds this much power?
"A power like this could do as it wishes, yet it chooses to stay here in the mountains." Bunny spoke to the Titan.
"It is likely that whatever this is may want to be secluded. It may be quiet sour about our arrival"
MARK I stared into the direction of the energy source, currently going mad with power and scattering all the animals in the immediate vicinity. Wasting no time MARK I's body began to move straight towards the creature until eventually walking straight into her line of sight.
Tendrils of dark energy and power bounced off of him. Stray beams of energy being either rebuked or absorbed by his skin.
MARK I's eyes meet the women's eyes with a rage and power of his own as he stood defiantly against her energy streams.
Though his actual body language and demeanor showed no signs of emotion, stress, or even worry. His eyes told the story of a ruthless killer as they dominated his otherwise featureless face.
MARK I stood motionless before the women now. His limbs and figure at a dead stop as he stared at her with a callous indifference despite his scanners working to analyze her from head to toe.
Her body temperature, as well as her psychical appearance gave rise to many questions. This women seemed beyond powerful and beyond words to describe as MARK I noted her beauty. He made a mental note of this as he began to rank her in his head as a being who was currently "worthy of life"
W.C: 304/ T.W.C: 915. @amatricina
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2018 20:30:10 GMT -5
The strange metallic figure emerged from the shadow of the jungles, striding tall and proud without so much as a hint of concern. Amatricina stopped in her tracks, staring down the mechanical being, ruby eyes locked on its own glowing eyes. The unknown entity was a curious sight, with a shimmering metallic skin that reminded Amatricina of interwoven scales that seemed to move and adjust in response to external stimuli. Its face was flat, featureless and vaguely triangular. No attempt at appearing humanoid beyond the most basic of requirements. It lacked any semblance of facial features beyond two unblinking yellow eyes. No nose, no mouth, no visible ears or other orifices. The other artificial life forms Amatricina had encountered were more biological in appearance, with insectoid features and a hard beetle like carapace protecting more typical skin. This being though, was robotic in design as it was alien. It stood motionless in the distance, unblinking, unmoving. As if it was studying Amatricina as she studied it. Her brow furrowed, and the fire demon strode proudly forward towards the enigmatic creature. With each step of armored heels against the jungle floor grasses burnt and withered, leaves igniting into cinders and roots and vines smoldering from the incredible heat the demoness was giving off. He ki flowed free and violently, unshackled in her training and yet to be once more reigned in by its own. The large gemstones and rubies that adorned Amatricina's pauldrons, gauntlets, and necklace all glowed with a hellish crimson light. Conduits of her dark power, acting like focusing crystals for his black magics. Her ruby gaze was overflowing with demonic ki, it wafted from her eyes in burning trails of molten power. The demon continued her proud walk, unflinching before her uninvited guest as her gaze wandered up and down his form. She came to stand only a few feet from the titan's broad chest, head tilted upwards so their eyes could meet. Amatricina was by no means small for a woman, her haughty and voluptuous form stood at a scosche over six feet to the top of her skull. Her regal crown of four grim black horns added another foot to her profile's height, with the larger pair of horns as thick as her upper arms at the base. But this creature exceeded her height, towering above her as he silently gazed back at her. Amatricina blinked twice, before tensing her expression and flexing her whole body hard. The act suppressed her massive overflowing aura, sending an intense shock wave rippling through the island with hurricane force winds. Nearby trees bent and buckled, snapping from the exertion in an outwardly facing circular pattern. Fruits and gourds fell from the jungle trees further out by the thousands, and any animals not yet scurrying away from her dread presence were now surely fleeing to anywhere else they could. The mechanical being, naturally, did not so much as flinch. If it could impact the earth with such force unscathed, the pressure giving off by Amatricina's power level would be little more than a stiff breeze to it. A pouty frown formed on the fire demon's plump lips as she inspected the being more closely. Even at this distance, it did not give off a readable amount of ki she could sense. Being artificial, she assumed it simply did not produce ki, as a living being did. But on closer examination, she realized it was not quite as cold and metallic as she first thought. Somewhere, did within the metallic giant was a beating heart... and a mortal soul. She could feel both of them with her demonic power. The soul was a canvas to her kind, a tapestry of sin and emotion they could scry like a map with careful concentration and honed focus. This mortal soul, like many in this realm, was good natured at its core. But like all mortals, there was darkness enshrouding its heart. Wrath, pride, envy... sin. Every being held the capacity for great sin, and greater acts of evil. All could be corrupted in time, and Amatricina relished the art as one of her favored past times. But in this instance, nothing added up. She tensed a hand, armored talons at her gauntlet sharp enough to cut through most any metal she had encountered. Forged from magical materialization, every inch of the demon's apparel was a magical construct woven of her own demonic ki, an idealized attire she had crafted millennia ago as most of her kind did. Part of her wanted to slice this being open like a tin can, carve out its beating heart and study what kind of mockery of life it was. Some cruel experiment of science, perhaps an even more elaborate life support system than the changeling Kamui wore to sustain his body? Perhaps it was merely a weapon, an amalgamation of circuitry with the barest vestiges of mortal flesh to guide it like a soldier upon his mount? She would learn little by slaying the creature, and finally after what felt like hours of silence to any being watching the exchange, Amatricina opened her mouth to address the creature. "Speak, automaton..." She commanded in a haughty and authoritative tone. "Or you will wish you had the capacity to do so. What manner of being are you? What is your origin, and why are you here?" Her brief inquiry concluded, the demon locked her agitated glare with the metal titan, waiting whatever it constituted as a reply.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 10, 2018 0:05:27 GMT -5
The women that stood before MARK I was a sight to behold, in more ways than one. Though he had the capacity for arousal MARK I never allowed himself to be distracted by the useless emotions or urges of men. Urges that while necessary to them, were a distraction at best. Despite this something about this women called to him. It wasn't anything she did or said. It was almost as if her presence stirred something deep within him. The primal urges that no doubt laid in V3's amygdala. The most primitive and easily manipulated parts of the human brain. As his heart rate began to rise subtly, V3 shifted from within him, rattling his kai bonds slightly. The same bonds which suppressed V3's power, allowing MARK I to regulate his spiritual energy into something nearly impossible for anyone to sense, even if anyone ever came to know that such a thing were possible.
MARK I suppressed the urges with a sustained fury that constantly stained him, this emotion he was well adept in. His skin tensed as she stared at him, in anticipation for an attack, extreme heat most likely, his instincts were correct. As the women flexed her aura seemed to blow apart the trees and scenery between and around them. She had either been testing him or merely hoping for a quick resolution to their meeting. It was an impressive display of power for someone who had barely been trying.
This women, this thing, was powerful. Beyond that of any human women he'd so far met. Her aura was dark and its presence was a crucible in and of itself. Like a miasma of disgusting thoughts and emotions.
As MARK I's scanners went over her figure and her clothing, deciphering , or at least attempting to decipher, the nomenclature of her attire, her armor, power, and weaponry. Nothing seemed to make sense. The chemical, and physical compositions of her clothing and armor were clearly not of earth.
Magic. Exactly what he had been searching for and this women oozed, she practically reeked of it. Her very steps seemed to warp and influence the ground she Strode across. Her power seemed to pierce him in strange ways, without any effort.
Though MARK I was incapable of grinning, his brow furrowed slightly in an eager anticipation as she began to speak. He could see that she had been making her own assumptions. She looked frustrated. Confused and then a look of subtle surprise or confusion seemed to form itself upon her face, only to dissipate as she spoke. As she commanded him, as if he were some servant of her, unwanted, yet tolerated in her presence.
...What manner of being are you? What is your origin, and why are you hear?..."
Arousal. A perverted disgusting feeling. A distracting, humiliating sense. To purge himself and punish the women in a small way MARK I took great joy in making the women wait for his reply. He moved slightly and subtly every third of a second. If she was anything like a human as a subconscious level her mind would begin to anticipate a response. None came. He drew this out study her patience and her mannerisms until he knew she would no longer wait. Right as the women was about to act a smooth, disarming voice of a women began to speak.
"Greeting my lady. My name is Bunny. I am the artificial intelligence matrix in charge of speaking in my masters place. Before we continue I would like to apologize for my master's testy behavior. He can be a bit rude but I assure you he finds you of great interest. Now to answer your questions.
MARK I is the manner of being in which you ask. He is originally a formless life form from another dimension, the closest thing this universe has to his kind is called a "Virus". He was forced into this plane for reasons unrelated to this occurrence. In order to survive my master, MARK I, attached himself to the first thing he could upon entering this world. A machine. Converting himself into something known as a computer code my master was able to gain a footing on earth and now a body for himself.
I believe this should answer your first two questions. Furthermore, the reason MASTER is here. Throughout master's travels he has found himself in need of someone with your apparent expertise. MARK I wishes to study, understand, and expose his body to magic. Should you choose to help he is willing to repay you for your services, should you prove useful in this."
The entire time bunny spoke MARK I's skin seemed to constantly shift an flux as if it had a mind of its own. It was clear that in the presence of her magic Mark I's body was not sure how to react. How to anticipate or prepare itself for this time of potential threat.
His skin seemed to dance. Swaying slightly like the waves against a soft ocean breeze. Like the waves his skin held power untapped. A storm waiting to be unleashed should the need arise.
"Should you refuse however.." Bunny continued
"..he may choose to force you into this same role, until you are no longer useful.
If I may my lady, I believe the former is preferable to all parties. Thank you for your time and sage like patience. My name is Bunny, should you have any more questions I would gladly assist."
W.C: 917/ T.W.C: 1,832
@amatricina
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2018 0:54:43 GMT -5
Amatricina stood there silently, waiting for the damnable machine to respond. Perhaps it already was, the shifting patterns on its skin a kind of photo-receptive form of communication? She mused on the matter slightly, only to be taken aback by the voice of a woman suddenly coming from the being. It was disembodied, the creature spoke through no mouth, no telepathically. It seemingly had some speakers or some other apparatus somewhere on its form. She listened with great curiosity to the woman as it spoke. "Bunny? What a childish name..." The demon muttered under her breath, perplexed by this metallic titan. "So you are an artificially created mind, composed of circuits and synapses... inside the body of this metal being, known as MARK I, which is also your master?" It was... a more complicated creature than she had originally envisioned. "The body is one being, but needs a secondary mind to speak on its perhaps. But you do not speak its thoughts verbatim, you merely translate them and place upon them your own inflection. Curious."Her tone quickly changed when the Bunny voice demanded compliance of her, threatening otherwise if she didn't. Amatricina raised a gauntlet, her taloned claws glowing with a searing heat as she held them before her face. "What an insolent remark from a disembodied cretin. I should carve your masters body limb from limb for that and cast his appendages into this world's sun." The searing heat began to dimmer, and she merely placed her on a wide childbearing hip. "Be lucky you have piqued my curiosity, there is no force in this world that can compel a Demon Lord to action if she chooses against it." Amatricina began to walk slowly around the metal behemoth, inspecting its strange form and bizarre pulsating skin. "A parasite, within a parasite, within an unwitting host. Encased in a metallic shell in the shape of some nameless approximation of a sentient being. I will admit, you are certainly unique creation, Mark I & Bunny." Every step of the demon's was a tantalizing display of unspoken seduction, a heavy sashay in her hips giving her a pronounced sway as she moved. Thick luscious thighs brushing past each other as armored heels burned the soft earth at her feet. Amatricina placed a hand to her chest, thumb and pointer finger idly fingering the large ruby necklace that clasped her cloak. The gemstone was an ancestral sigil, given to her eons ago by his father upon his passing. "I am an expert in a great many things, though quite a few are simply beyond the capabilities of a machine such as yourself. The true nature of magic takes decades to understand the fundamentals, and centuries to master. But I suppose a machine such as yourself has all the time it needs, doesn't it?" Her question was rhetorical, and she immediately continued with her spiel. "Why does the Mark I wish to expose itself to 'magic'? Does it think itself capable of comprehending the true nature of the immaterial? Somethings defy conventional understanding, this is a truth the mortals fail to realize time and time again. I expect a sentient machine to be no different." Her disdain for beings that did not wield supernatural ki was long standing, Amatricina saw mortals as little better than animals that could think and speak. Her opinion on living machines however, was still undecided. Between this creature and the bio-android Hondrias, she was very inquisitive of the living computers. "Moreover, what kind of payment could a being such as yourself ever hope to offer me in exchange for my services?" The demon wondered aloud, tapping a finger to her chin as she walked. "Tell me, Bunny. What great treasures does your 'master' possess it would be willing to part with? What vast fortunes of gold and gemstones will it give me in exchange? Does it possess any of the Dragonballs? I should think it ignorant of their existence. What armies, nations, fleets, systems does it command to offer in allegiance? Or is it nothing. Nothing but a cold metal shell with a disembodied voice with nothing to offer up but its own body in service? Tell me, what can you hope to give that will slate the desires of Amatricina the Avaricious, Warlord of the Fire Demon Clan!?" The Demon Lord turned sharply on her heels, rising quickly into the air to meet the creature eye to eye. Her hands on her hips as she glared accusingly at it with a greedy, wanton gaze.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 10, 2018 19:13:02 GMT -5
"I am allowed some creative freedom over my master's words, if that if something you must know." MARK I reached out with a single hand and began to manipulate trace amounts of ki near the demon lord's aura, his hands seemed to dance and sway within it. From the outside looking in it might have appeared childish, innocent, like a pup attempting to discern what it would do with a favorite toy. However, this was not the case. Each stroke was a methodical and calculated one as the Titan sought to gain a better understanding, constantly attempting to interact with the strange dark energy.
"Master is no mere mortal. He wishes to adapt his body and learn of ways to counteract magical and physic attacks against him. Being that they are the only energies that seem to directly get under his skin...the pun there, for example, was intended, and of my own creative design. You are free to laugh at it for it follows all the criteria of what most men and women would consider amusing." Bunny paused before continuing, it was for comedic effect though there could be no indication of how MARK I felt about this as he continued to study the aura.
"..At any rate my master believes that his mind will be able to harness and adapt to magic, given the right amount of time and the proper instruction, though he has not yet decided on whether or not you are a suitable teacher, power aside. Albert Einstein, a human genius of the highest renown once said that to truly master something than one should be able to simplify it. As a principal one could assume that magic, regardless of whatever laws govern this energy, should be no different."
MARK I stood for a moment contemplating the question she'd just asked him. Material gain, wealth as other's viewed it never occurred to him. He never actually stopped to take up estates or objects for himself to bargain with. He had observed other races, multiple races fighting and dying over material things but all in all it seemed unnecessary for him to do so.
Despite this and without hesitation, MARK I slowly raised his hand in response to her question. His mind reaching into the sky and far beyond. Within moments he found himself linked up to satellites which allowed him to find a wildly extravagant cruise ship nearby. It was a state of the art, massive ship for the wealthy and the elite began to cross over the horizon at unexpected speeds.
In sync MARK I had also commanded a private jet's automatic systems to land upon the shores. The figures within were confused, scared and distraught.
MARK I stared in Amatricina and bunny's voice soon followed.
"Master does not own material things for they are usually beneath him however, in exchange for proper instruction and tutelage.." MARK I stepped aside as the ship rammed into the beach, plowing aside dirt, sand and scraping by some trees as it slide to a stop near them.
"… Anything in this world could be yours..."
W.C 517/ T.W.C- 2,349 @amatricina
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2018 21:17:35 GMT -5
Amatricina pondered the 'Bunny's' reply, musing over how much freedom this artificial intelligence had within her constraints. "So you are merely a shackled slave then, I suppose it is better than a puppet on a string." She had lost her curiosity for the disembodied voice, instead her gaze wandering to the titan's hand as it manipulated the edges of the demon's aura. She grimaced at the sight, withdrawing her energy within herself and suppressing her aura so the creature could not cavort with her demonic ki like it was a child's plaything. There was something about the unnatural way this Mark I moved and acted, she found it unsettling, perhaps of the metal being's unspoken silence. It may also have been because the automaton did not give off a visible ki of its own, and that made the demon weary of it. She could not read its aura like a traditional opponent, discerning its course of action from its power level. It was like playing a game of poker against a man wearing a mask, not being able to read your opponent was like fighting blind. The demon scoffed when the titan's voice spoke next, the audacity of this being was palpable. "No mere mortal? Ha!" Amatricina chuckled to herself, shaking her head. The jewels and bells that adorned her black horns chiming from the motion. "This... Mark I as you call it, is no different from any other mortal. I have seen its soul, it looks and feels just as any mortal's does. It is imperfect, marred by the scars sin and the fatigue of negative emotion. The only difference is it wears a skin of metal, not flesh." Amatricina's patience with this Bunny and her increasingly outlandish claims were wearing thin on the demon's nerves. She had not expected her meditation to be interrupted by a metal sideshow attraction, and she sorely wished to return to her volcano and resume her training. Part of he wished to tell the creature to pound sand go bother someone else, but the voice's next words struck a nerve. They called into question Amatricina's capabilities, and her pride was too great to allow such an offense to stand. "Your master can believe whatever he wants, that alone will not make it a reality. I am more than a suitable teacher, I was trained by the hand of Bonara, first wife of the late Lord Tartaros. My beloved mother, master sorceress. Magic is as natural to me as swimming is to a fish! I have studied it for over eighteen hundred years, and been considered a master of it by my kin for over a millennia. I can assure you, Mark I, there is no greater teacher on this planet than I." Amatricina's aura flared as did her temper, the ground beneath her feet cracked apart and surrounding foliage began to wither from the feet. She clenched a fist, allowing her temper to simmer and once again diminishing her ki. She looked back up the metal titan with contempt in her eyes. "I care not for the prattling 'wisdom' of a mere human, but I still stoop to his level if only to appease you..."Amatricina hovered slightly into the air, crossing her legs and floating above the ground so she sat at eye level with the Mark I. "There are two great fundamental forms of energy that all life can tap into. One if the energy of the body, the other, the energy of the soul." In her left hand the demon formed a ball of demonic ki. It was a brilliant crimson, wafting like fire and crackling with electric power. "Ki is the energy of the body, it is giving off by all living things, great or small. It is the essence of life, distilled into pure energy that can be harnessed and used as a weapon. The limitations of ki are only that of the user's physical form, and their creativity. It can augment strength or speed, grant heightened perceptions or focus..." Amatricina flicked the orb with her hand, it spiraled off into a nearby boulder and obliterated the hulking stone, leaving only molten fragments in its wake. "Or it can be utilized as a weapon in and of itself. Focused into blasts of pure energy for a myriad of effects." She summoned another ki orb in her hand, her point had not yet been illustrated enough yet. "Magic is the other energy, the energy of the soul. It is wholly different from ki, deriving its source not from the physical body, but from the owner's spirit itself. Not all beings possess magic, or can even comprehend its very nature." The demoness summoned a second orb in her right hand this time. This orb was black as midnight, a perfect sphere that writhed and pulsed as if filled with onyx smoke. "Only a sentient mind can comprehend magic, it is simply beyond the grasp of lesser beasts. But not all thinking beings can utilize the latent magic of their soul. It requires great knowledge, and greater clarity of mind. Both of which few races have, and fewer beings can sufficiently practice to hone their skills. Though I will admit, prodigies exist in all facets of the universe." She was referring to the mortals with whom the demon clans had the most experience with. Powerful mortal magic users, wizards, shamans, sorcerers, they went by many names. Those with a keen gift for magic often turned to portals and summonings, looking to consort with demons and gain their dark gifts. Some obliged, for a myriad of reasons. Some delighted in being freed from the demon realm itself. Others established cults in their names, demanding offerings and sacrifices before them. Others simply slaughtered every feeble mortal who dared summon them on sight. "Magic is the power to defy the natural will of creation, to bend existence itself to the mind's desires. Its powers can be used in concept with ki, as its antithesis, or anything in between. A being with a strong soul and a powerful but a frail body may have weak ki but strong magic. A being with a powerful body, but an ignorant mind may have strong ki and no knowledge of magic. I suppose there are a few distinctive mortal races to which it comes naturally to though. Though I have yet to see any such myself." She did not know it, but Amatricina was referring to races such as the Namekians, who held great natural affinity for magic. Or Konassans, whose sharp minds gave them the clarity to divine the future itself. The fire demon slowly rose to her 'feet', still hovering in midair. She quickly summoned her ki, vanishing into the forest leaving behind a brief after image in her wake. She returned a moment later, clutching a squirming lizard by its belly in her armored gauntlet. The green skinned horned reptile squirmed and struggled to escape, hissing and clawing away at the metal that held it tight. A grin crossed Amatricina's porcelain face, and the two orbs of energy hovered near her horns like moons orbiting a planet. "Observe, the power of magic and ki working in harmony." Fiery light radiated from the fire demon's eyes, as she focused her mind and concentrated on her demonstration. The orb of magic flew forward, striking the reptile. It shrieked in horror, writhing harder against her grip. The inky darkness of the magic flooded its body, transforming it to a manner befitting of Amatricina's designs. The relatively simple green lizard began to change in marvelous ways. Small leathery wings sprouted from its back, unfurling as they grew to full length. Bony spines protruded down the length of its back and tail, and the tail itself grew long and serpentine tipped in a menacing stinger. An extra set of legs sprouted midway between the existing ones, and all six feets' claws grey longer and sharper, becoming more like talons. A small horn protruded from the lizard's snout, and two small red horns that twisted out to the sides much like Amatricina's own grew from its skull. The poor beast writhed in agony, unable to comprehend the origin of the pain that wracked its feeble body. The lizard, who's scales were now coal black, looked a mockery of a dragon. It grasped for air, its body exhausted from the changes to its physical form. The orb of ki now impacted the creature, though far softer than the magic had. It dispersed over the lizard's body, seeping into it like water into a sponge. Rejuvenating the creature to full strength, and infusing it with a tiny portion of demonic ki. When its strength returned it ceased its squirming, letting out a small triumphant roar, more of a squeak in truth. Amatricina smiled and relaxed her grip on the lizard's body. It shook itself off, before fluttering its newfound wings. It did not yet seem to know quite how to use them, instead scurrying up the demon's arm into her thick mane of fiery hair before perching itself on one of the demon's larger black horns. Stretching out to sun itself and bask in her radiant heat, Amatricina smiled and turned her attention back to the Mark I. "And that, was a taste of what magic and ki can do when wielded by a master."Amatricina watched as the strange titan raised it to the sky silently as it stood otherwise motionless. The Bunny informed her the creature did not seek material possessions, much to her chagrin. She scowled upon hearing the words, her good mood at her demonstration quickly fading back to renewed anger. Some earthling aircraft landed on the beech not far away, and she turned to see a large maritime vessel beaching itself as it crashed headlong into the coast. Amatricina's aura flared, and the lizard on her horn grew distraught and climbed into her hair for safety. "Mortals? You think I'm impressed by these mortal trinkets!?" The demon raised a hand, charging a ball of crimson energy at her palm. She placed her hand on the bow of the cruise ship, before unleashing a massive blast of demonic energy that swallowed up the ship whole and temporarily parting the shallow ocean as it evaporated millions of gallons of water in a second. The humans on board barely had time to react, much less scream in terror. Amatricina turned now to the jet, her eyes glowing with sinister demonic light. She grit her teeth, firing twin lances of demonic ki from her eyes. The thin beams arced across the beach and impacted the jet, detonating it in a violent explosion that left behind a crater of seared glass where tropical sand had been. The demon turned back to the titan, fangs bared and wrath beset upon her face. "You think yourself so clever? Anything in this world could be mine, but by my hand, not yours!" She turned away, slowly beginning to walk back in the direction of her volcano. "If there is nothing better you can offer me, automaton, then begone from my sight..."
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Post by MARK I on Nov 10, 2018 23:45:31 GMT -5
The demon lord was far more human than perhaps she would ever care to admit. Her emotions flared like a swine in heat whenever she got angry. Though MARK I did not view himself along the same vain as a mortal man, or anything of the likes he had instructed bunny to play along the lines of Amatricina's ego. As soon as her aura ignited MARK I's hand moved again to grasps at the edges of this power, as if he somehow saw it coming. He struggled to grasps and examine this energy before the demon dissipated her aura again. His hand slumped as if to signify disappointment at this display of self-control, perhaps she was easily rattled because she was out of her "element", more information was needed. MARK I made a note of that.
When the women began to speak of the "fudemental forms of energy" MARK I's eyes went glossy and black as he began to record their conversation. Later he would store it into his data base and compare it to other information he had found on the web about magic, most of it unreliable.
Amatricina began to explain magic to the automaton and for a moment you could see a twinkle in her eye. From within MARK I would sense a sliver of compassion and joy stirring within him. V3, was awake it seemed, a rare instance, and he could recognize the women was extremely passionate about the subject of magic. The foolish man seemed to have forgotten where he was. The fool seemed to take joy, a mostly useless emotion from the sight of another enjoying themselves. "Pathetic and disgusting" MARK I thought to himself.
As MARK I mentally moved to forcibly put the human back to sleep he halted last second. Feeling out V3's feelings for a moment, allowing the man to finish his thoughts. MARK I stood now studying two, Amatricina and Jonathan, at once. His mind having little to no issue processing the plethora of sensations going through him at the moment.
On one hand Amatricina's subtle display of Magic and power, along with her explanations seemed to make more sense than MARK I had expected. The way she spoke about each subject could easily fool one into thinking the matters were trivial and simple, a hallmark of a good teacher indeed.
MARK I analyzed the phenomenons before him and it was all true. No tricks of Ki, no slight of hand or rapid movements. Her will had in fact changed the fabric of reality and she'd done it all with her mind? This was confounding. It flew in the face of all physics and seemingly against the laws of the universe.
On the other hand he allowed V3, the human to think and feel freely, aside from the torture and pain he usually inflicted upon the man in order to draw out power. V3 must have believed he was dreaming. He focused on the women, not even realizing her for what she was. He recognized her joy and her silent enthusiasm for the subject of magic. MARK I saw it now as well.
All of that unspoken joy and happiness seemed to leave as quickly as they came. The women was not amused at MARK I's offerings. Killing hundreds possibly thousands within a moments breath. Seemingly unimpressed with his efforts, fair enough. Their lives were nothing. MARK I could not blame her but V3 did. His awe turning into a panicked pain as he attempted to stop her from within. Summoning his power to no avail as it would immediate be restrained and siphoned away by MARK I's Kai restraints. MARK I's body moved less than an inch, a twitch, something uncharacteristic of the metallic monstrosity . All the man's might and power. All of his force and all it resulted in was a slight twitch as MARK I's body moved forward slightly before the Titan forced V3 back to sleep.
MARK I's eyes ignited aflame as the demon lord turned her back to him. His aura began to gather into a silent undetectable storm within him, fueled by V3's earlier outburst, as he suppressed his urge to lunge at her.
Should Amatricina decide to pay attention to his body she might have noticed his scales begin to shift and harden slightly. His mass begin to swell as his body automatically began preparing him for battle.
"Magic and Ki. Body and mind" Bunny spoke seemingly interrupting MARK I's next action "If it is as simple as that then by that logic you yourself should hold an ample amount of both. By that logic you should, in fact be among the most powerful of beings in existence, how convenient." Bunny spoke matter of factly with only a slight hint of sass.
"Before we continue My master would be satisfied to know that you were aware of his origins. As explained previously he would not consider himself mortal but let us not get hung up on the "M" word shall we? None of us have to be mortals." As Bunny spoke the Machine moved closer towards Amatricina in a manner not entirely friendly thought not entirely hostile. He moved with a cold purpose. He moved in a way to suggest himself as her equal, if not better.
Bunny wanting to deescalate the situation acted quickly.
"If this is true than can a machine utilize souls for magic? Let us say, that hypothetically speaking, you were to stuff a person inside my master, a living person of course, but let's also, maybe assume they... We're not that smart. Could Master use their mind in conjunction with his own, immense intellect, to supplement this individuals prowess? Perhaps even utilize magic himself, to some capacity?"
MARK I's body seemed to ease as bunny asked her questions. For a moment bunny went silent only to return with more.
"Master...he says that if you answer him this he will grant you something you seemed incapable of finding on you own. Something you clearly seem to be lacking despite it being within your grasp, but first one more question. What is it that someone like you wants? Surely if you have so much, such avarice, then what else could there be?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2018 1:01:13 GMT -5
Amatricina turned her head back to look at the machine, scoffing as she did. "I am aware of your master's origins. I simply do not care. There is a mortal soul deep within that metal shell. It is neither divine, nor demonic, the husk around it matters little to me." Her patience with this duo was wearing thin, even now she was torn between the desire to level this whole island destroying this irksome creature or simply cleaving a portal back to the Demon Realm. "What kind of question is that?" She asked angrily, glaring at the titan with a wrathful gaze. The lizard hiding in her hair reared its head long enough to hiss at the Mark I, fangs bared. "I have no idea if a machine can utilize machine, or hijack a mortal mind to make up for its inability to do so. I am a Demon, from a realm beyond this. Such nonsense has never been attempted before, who am I to say if it should work or not?"The last question gave Amatricina pause, she knew well enough what she wanted. It was a goal that for tens of millions of years was beyond her race's grasp. An ancient, primordial goal that near every demon warlord to ever live strives for to no avail. "What do I want? Everything. I want power, endless and unimaginable in its depths. I want conquest unending, worlds beyond count falling before my clan. I want wealth, artifacts and relics of the rarest caliber to fill my endless hoard of treasure. I want a lover to warm my bed, a Demon Lord of an ancient and pure bloodline that rivals my own. An equal with which to sire my own progeny of children to carry on my legacy. I want my clan to prosper, to thrive eternal and rise to the highest echelons within our realm." The demoness spoke proudly, her eyes burning with ambition as she clenched a fist hard enough to send out a modest shock wave of pressure. "But what I want most, beyond all other goals, is somewhat you are so utterly incapable of assisting me with it almost defies reason." Amatricina looked past the metal titan, for a moment wistfully lost in her own thoughts. "Millions upon millions of years ago, the first demons were cast down into an abyss at the bottom of the universe by the Kais. My ancestors sought to challenge the Kais themselves, and in their hubris they were defeated. Too powerful to be killed outright, but no being is too powerful to be sealed away. The Kais banished these demons into the void, sealing them away with a magic barrier of unimaginable strength. I seek to shatter that barrier, to bring it crashing down around me as I tear it asunder with my own two hands. To free my kind from our banishment, so once again we can tear the heavens from the very sky." Amatricina's tone grew somber, as she lamented the impossibility of her goal. "In eighteen hundred years I have found no such means to even attempt this. Just has none of my ancestors ever have in their own time among the living. I often question if such a means even exists, but I must continue my search. The ruinous powers of chaos cannot be contained forever. We will break free, it is in our very nature, the essence of our being." Amatricina narrowed her eyes, locking her ruby gaze on the metal titan before her. She lifted a hand to her hair, gently grabbing the transformed lizard and gently petting it with her free hand as she held it carefully. "That is what I want. That is the avarice for which my heart yearns for."
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Post by MARK I on Nov 11, 2018 13:44:02 GMT -5
As the women spoke there were glaring symbols displayed on MARK I's HUD. Bunny, upon hearing the words and ambitions the women had spoken prepared for the worst. There was little she could do to deescalate this situation. MARK I's xenophobic ideals and human centered ideologies would surely result in this women being attacked.
Everything about her from her magical prowess to her passionate goals and objective yielded a higher probability to result as a threat than a boon towards MARK I's ultimate task. Yet as she waited for the eventual, sudden, assault none came. Her master's feeling turned numb, cold and emotionless. His mind working out different lines of thought all at once.
MARK I allowed the women to finish uninterrupted even giving her a few moments to herself to calm down. His alien mind already held several conclusions. It processed a plethora of different answers and solutions for MARK I to engaged him.
Bunny hesitated as she transcribed MARK I's words into her code.
MARK I stood confidently as his eyes relaxed back into a neutral position. He straightened himself against the women's gaze and stood tall as she continued to walk away. Should Amatricina continue to walk away from him the Machine would simply stand un-moving. His Mind working in ways undetectable to any but he, but bunny, but V3.
Weeks or months would pass, rain would come and rain would leave, in thunder or hailing storms. Without need for food, water or relief the automaton would stand undaunted, unbent, unbroken as even the highest of tidal waves smashed into him. As bolts of lightning crashed into him MARK I would stand.
In time the animals and environment began to treat him as a part of the landscape. Sand would cover his feet, birds would perch themselves on his broad shoulders as he stood still against the elements facing the direction in which Amatricina had left. Eventually even his eyes would fizzle out and fade to black as he stood. Awaiting the women's return.
In the meanwhile, should Amatricina have the ability to peer into the minds of mortal man she would have the opportunity to catch glimpse of MARK I attempting to understand and use magic on his own. Based on the simple instructions and information she'd given him, a brief lesson in magic, MARK I's mind could be seen temporarily releasing V3's spirit for brief instances at a time.
Thousands of disperse, in fractions of second long intervals MARK I spent attempting to manipulate the man's spirit. No easy task as Jonathan resisted MARK I any chance he could. Despite this the environment around the titan would start to show signs of magical tampering. A byproduct of the magical energies being manipulated by complete novices. Though MARK I seemed to make some progress in whatever time was allotted to him, it was unclear whether or not he noticed. Unclear whether or not he cared.
The sands around them began to turn into a dark blue or ashen black color, as if burned by the essence of chaotic, uncontrolled magic. The titans skin responded wildly on the extremely rare occasions in which some sort of magical energy was manipulated. Noticing the disturbances the wildlife began to mistake him as some sort of demon, much like their mistress. They began to congregate around him at odd times in the day or night. Whenever the Titan's energies seemed to match something akin to a magical disturbance. Only to flutter or run off whenever said energies dissipated.
Every minute yielded over hundreds of attempts. Draining, exhausting the man's soul. Despite this MARK I continued. Without fail. Without hesitation. He pressed on.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2018 16:15:13 GMT -5
The machine remained unmoving. its Bunny did not again respond to her words. There was simply... silence, empty silence aside from the rustling of leaves in the wild, waves upon the shore, and the demon's own soft breathing. So scoffed, turning again to leave. "As I thought. My goals are beyond your limited capabilities. You are beneath me, Mark I..." With that she turned slowly walked away, leaving the metal being standing resolute where it did. Seemingly having powered down or gone into an idle state following its failure to acquire the demon's help in its quest for knowledge. She did not care which what the outcome was, so long as the metallic creature did not bother her again. Amatricina slew one of the furry four legged mammals that roamed the island on her way back to her volcanic lair, snapping its neck with a quick twist of the wrist. They were flighty creatures, but the meat was soft and succulent. She ripped skin and fur from its corpse as she walked, dragging its body behind her with her other arm. Flambéing hunks of raw meat into seared delicacies, the demon feasted on the morsels, offering a few bites to the lizard still resting on her horn. She discarded what was left of the animal for the carrion scavengers when she was finished, climbing the peak to her molten home. The demon returned to her meditation, again whipping the island into a violent storm as the skies above darkened from her raw chaotic powers. Days passed, and Amatricina continued her training in stoic silence, as she had been for weeks upon arriving on Earth. Every few days she'd look westward to the beaches of her isle from the summit of the volcano, checking to see if the titan was still there. To her surprise, it always was. Just standing there motionless like a statue on the beach. She shook her head every time she looked out upon it, but paid it no mind about it otherwise. But the lingering thought of the creature hung in the back of her head. Why did it not simply leave? Had its internal power source run dry? Did the mortal soul within it expire and the metallic shell was now little more than an empty husk? Days turned into a week, and yet the machine lingered on, remaining steadfast where it stood. Eventually Amatricina's curiosity got the best of her, and a thought crept into her head. One day she rose from her slumber, an idea concocted within her head. That strange machine, the ancient device that corrupted the isle's creatures. It still stood where she had left it, and perhaps the Mark I could prove of some small use after all. Amatricina headed into the jungles, retrieving the machine from the perch she had left it. Badly damaged and run through by a powerful ki blast ages ago, the device still clung to functionality, continuing its grim task as best it could. The fire demon grabbed the device carefully in hand, hoisting it over her head as she flew to the western shore of the isle. Landing not far from the Mark I she set the device down between them. Its red metallic shell was cracked and rusted, pipes and hoses broken or missing from its sides. She stepped around the machine, coming to stand before the Mark I. "Automaton." Amatricina said in a commanding tone, noting the the mortal soul within it still remained, albeit far more distressed and distraught than before. She looked about, noting the corruption of the land around her. It was rough, erratic, without form of purpose. Like a child swinging a toy sword, no semblance of skill or application of technique, just wild experimentation. "I can see you have been busy. I suppose you have your answer to your questions, without my guidance." The demon hovered into the air, coming eye to eye with the creature, despite the being's eyes having lost their glowing light. "I have need of your services after all. I will exchange a small lesson on the nature of magic if you can provide me the knowledge I seek."The demon warlord gestured back to the hulk of the Destron Gas machine. "I found this device buried beneath the jungle floor, it is old, centuries by my guess. I lack the means to understand it better on my own, but it produces an ethereal black gas with destructive and corruptive properties. I seek knowledge on this device, its origins, and the chemical it releases. I wish to assimilate its fel vapor into my form, to augment my own demonic strength with a new tool in my arsenal." A sinister smile crossed Amatricina's lush ruby lips as she spoke her last phrase. "I seek knowledge to augment my might, as do you Mark I. Provide me sufficient knowledge, and I shall do the same for you." She remained silent, placing a hand on a wide hip as she awaited the Bunny to speak its master's reply.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 11, 2018 18:23:18 GMT -5
Without looking to the sky MARK I thruster ignited beneath his feet and from the palms of his hands as he took to the skies. Rotating until he faced one of the cardinal directions he blasted off into the distance, breaking the sound barrier as he did. Hours later the automaton returned with a large metal container, the kind you find on the back of merchant vessels, iron, rectangular boxes weighing in anywhere from ten to thirty tons.
The box shown clear signs of abuse and dents, blood marks trailed and stained it sides as MARK I lowered himself onto the beach head. He set the container down and used his hand to unlatch the container. It was clear that the lock had been broken already, it was a clean brake which had somehow been welded back together.
Lifting the massive metal container over his head and tilting it, its contents spilled onto the ground. Scraps of broken metal and wires, springs and bolts, foreign metals even and compounds fell upon the soil in front of MARK I.
His eyes lit up as a holographic laser spread across the floor and scanned over all the pieces. Once complete A light shown upon MARK I's shoulder which displayed a holographic image in-between them. Raising his hand the Titan began to excrete millions upon millions of tiny, microscopic nanobots which moved like a black wave over all of the different parts and pieces. Going over his calculations one final time MARK I snapped his fingers and immediately the Nano bots went to work, repairing and reworking the pieces together. Some wend off into the distance and seemed to gather materials together, somehow changed the basic components of simple things such as rock, wood, or sand into completely different elements as they restricted and rework in the background.
It would be a few minutes before the job was done and bunny would take this time to speak to Amatricina, answering her questions from earlier.
"From the top secrete archives of Central Intelligence Agency. "Destron Gas is a type of gas assaults an individual's body at the cellular level capable of causing tissue degenerative disorder and massive hemorrhaging of internal organs, as well as neurological disorders."
This substance is sold on black markets around the universe, mostly by pirates and mobsters in the form of highly illegal bomb canisters which are valued at fifteen thousand zeni for a pair of them.
Their chemical composition is roughly akin to..2 CH4 + 2 NH3 + 3 O2 → 2 HCN + 6 H2O+ 4... on second thought you probably don’t care about that.
By my estimates the technology used here appears to be ancient Saiyan technology, though I doubt Saiyans were tech savvy enough to create this, it does appear to be materials you would find on planet vegeta before its destruction.
Upon further investigation I was able to find footage implicating a battle in which these same devices were used against several super saiyans on this very planet.
Using deductive reasoning and a series of web searches I was able to discern that four such machines once existed on planet earth. They were at Grand Apron, Western Desert, Poco Poco Volcano, and the land of Ice. While a fifth machine was in Tongari Tower, West city." As bunny finished speaking MARK I held out a hand with large bottle like vile which contained roughly one liter of strange red liquid. He opened it and a small plume of ash and dust seeped out from its contents.
"If you wish to attempt to assimilate this gas into your body" Bunny continued. "We recommend you drink this first, so as to expedite and ease the process. Master has even made this liquid with you in mind. It has a resting temperature of one hundred and ten degrees and taste like ash and suet. "
Upon handing the liquid over to Amatricina the nanobots finally began to converge in one position before retreating back into MARK I's body, climbing up his abnormally long limbs and crawling into and under his skin like an infernal infestation of invading spiders.
Walking over to the machine MARK I reached his hand into it and managed to turn it on with simply a thought. He inspected it manually, feeling the different components of its interior for some reason. He caressed it's sides as he felt with his hands for any spots which may compromise its function.
Turning to face the Demon lord Bunny spoke once more. Due to the machines current state and my our limited sample size it will only be capable for one use. If you request we can, given time, create a better, fully functional machine of our own which could operate at all hours of the day. The wildlife her may die as a byproduct but those who do not will grow in strength and ferocity.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2018 0:55:14 GMT -5
Amatricina watched in silent observation as her words provoked the metal titan to simply... leave? Had it been that simple all along? She shrugged, wandering off into the jungles to forage for a decent meal. Some time later though, Amatricina could hear the distinctive sound of the Mark I's thrusters as it return to her tropical island. She groaned aloud, looking to the sky to watch the being approach holding some large container. What damnable mortal trinket had it brought her this time? It that metal box was full of orphans or children she'd bury it in the sea. When she arrived on the beach however, she found the Mark I dumping the contents of the container on the ground, bits of metal and other components. It seems it had listened to her request, and simply left to scavenge the materials it needed for the task. She was rather impressed, the creature was if nothing else persistent. It had waited a week unblinking for her to respond, then without so much as a reply left to achieve her task upon her asking a request. She watched in idle curiosity as the creature worked silently about its task. It excreted some viscous black fluid from its body, which it could move and manipulate as freely as the rest of its form. The fluid seemed able to repair and repurpose material at will, and the demon assumed it was some inorganic equivalent to blood that flowed in the metal titan's veins. It was fascinating to watch, to say the least. She was somewhat lost in thought, watching the black sludge work when the robotic female voice spoke up again, regaling to Amatricina what it had learned of the device. The Mark I had seemingly gone to great lengths and spared no expense to accommodate her wish. Just how blindly would this creature go to facilitate others if it believed it a means to its own ends? Nonetheless, Amatricina grinned a wicked grin as the Bunny rattled off what she knew. "So... Destron Gas, I like the name." She said, malevolence dripping through in the demon's every word. "I have seen its effects, and I admire their results. I simply wish that power for myself, I know I could improve upon it with my dark magics. I am in love with the destructive prospects of this Destron Gas, it calls to me as no mortal creation yet has." A quizzical look crossed the demon's face as the artificial mind told her the toxic gas was Saiyan in origin, she had certainly not expected that. They seemed a warrior race, but she knew nothing of their capabilities. Ultimately she supposed it made sense, but just how long had the race held a presence on the Earth she wondered? She recalled no Saiyans on the planet when the earthlings were still killing each other with spears and bows. One bit about the supposed ancient battle in which the machine was employed piqued her interest. "What pray tell exactly is a 'Super Saiyan?' I have seen regular Saiyans, they are a powerful lot going off the general strength of the soldiers I've encountered." Every answer brought forth new questions, and the fire demon's curiosity was boundless as was her appetite for power. The Mark I seemed to finish its task, turning to the demon and handing her an odd vial of liquid. She scoffed to herself, shaking a head. "You cannot have learned that much of my physiology quickly enough to have truly determined this will help. I am fire made flesh, I am shadow and flame. No machine could truly divine the true nature of a demon from such casual observation. And if this is a poison, I can assure you I've survived much worse." Despite her comments, the liquid smelled heavenly, and Amatricina greedily guzzled it down in a series of long gulps. She wiped the excess from her mouth with a hand, licking her lips as she finished. "Not as good as blood, but close enough for my tastes." She mused aloud, tossing the vial aside. She watched keenly as the Mark I inspected the presumably restored Destron Gas machine, eager to see the results of his work. "I only need this to work once. I intend to improve upon this Destron Gas anyways myself. I don't need a machine like this corrupting the local fauna further, too much of a good thing and it will draw the attention of the earthlings to my isle. It is bad enough you have found me." Amatricina walked forward, coming to stand before the device as her wicked grin spread across her face. "Activate it then, I wish to see the fruits of your labors." With that the Demoness summoned her strength, calling forth her demonic ki as her aura flared forth. Not a full display of her power level, but enough for her to use her Dark Siphon technique. She would make this Destron Gas her own, and perfect it with the chaotic and ruinous powers of Dark Energy.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 13, 2018 0:01:25 GMT -5
Without word or hesitation MARK I moved to activate the machine. Raising a single hand he pointed a finger at the machine, at first.. Nothing happened. Then, suddenly and abruptly, the machine began to whir and rattle. It made a strange noise, like the wheezing or coughing of a decrypted old man, dying of thirst or dehydration. The large container began to seep a black, inky substance out of its two skyward facing exhaust vents. They looked like misshapen demon horns, it was unclear if this was an intentionally design, or an add on. The substance took a longer than expected time to fill the air with an inky, puss like gas, thicker, much thicker than air, as it seeped onto the ground and slowly begin to fill the air around the pair with a thick miasma of cloudy, murky, and oil like air. It's stench stuck to the insides of ones nostrils like a mixture of honey and glue. It reeked of a crocodiles excrement and a skunks piss. It was an inescapable stench, an all-consuming stench. As the gas took its time to create a small ten foot diameter circle of thick, cloudy fog Bunny started to speak. "Amatricina..." She said, finally breaking the silence. "Super Saiyans, otherwise known as "The legendary Super Saiyans" Is the result of any member of the Saiyan race who amasses sufficient enough power to ascend to a level beyond that of 99.9% of the galagtic population. Super Saiyans are renown as nigh unstoppable warriors who's power rivals those of even the galaxies finest. It is said, in legends of old that Lore Frieza was defeated and kill by a Super Saiyan." Bunny paused for a moment as one of MARK I's eyes began to glow with a golden light. He emitted an holographic field of energy, a projection of sorts. Before it images and sounds of a battle began to display. Dain Sincara, a famous mercenary warrior, was revealed. The images displayed were that of said Saiyan and MARK I locked in a battle of epic proportions in which neither opponent seemed to give way to another. It displayed images of a battle torn city as the pair brushed aside buildings, killing many innocents in the process of their highly destructive battle. The Saiyan wielded an abnormally high power level of over six hundred thousand, figures which were displayed on the bottom left of the screen. It also displayed a battered and worn MARK I, who for the most part seemed to have taken the most amount of damage until near the end of the battle in which a series of sharp tactical maneuvers the Android was able to outlast his opponent until the legendary super Saiyan essentially tired himself out and was forced to retreat, wounded and bloodied from the aftermath of their battle. The video feed cuts off suddenly and before the battle could end but it was implied that the victor was MARK I. As the video feed came to an end, which had displayed impressive feats of speed and combat prowess from both combatants Bunny moved on to other subjects, as if the previous footage was a short documentary more than an epic battle. "My lady Amatricina" Bunny continued. "My master and I have done some digging through the archives and throughout several thousand online forums and dark web sites. After Several bouts of identity theft and credit card frauds we were able to scam a few "Renown" witches of earth into divulging to us the following information, which we believe may be of interest to you and your goals." Bunny then began to play a series of audio clips, presumably from said witch sources. Above each clip she displayed the names, telephone numbers, and most current addresses of said witches as the information played. "Noow listen here pretty! That realm lies beneath! At the bery bottom of dis here universe! Some say it is locked and unassecible but this here ani't true! Not entielry. If ye be wishin to summon a demon ye need payin a few extra zeni! I can teach thee!" A separate Which comes on next. "They fee off of dark emotions. Sorrow and chaos my dear. A long time ago the great gods locked the demons away but there are ways out. Presumably this means one could get in. You see there are cracks and crevices through portals to the other world. Closely they are guarded." "What kind of idiot would be looking? Look fool girl! Im gonna tell yea once and I don't care what you do but its gonna be hard! No one finds them cracks. They're rare, trust me. And even if ya did find'em it takes great power and a high price to make an entry into them. Then muahaha. You'll just go mad, but you probably already are if you're asking me that!"
"Da MAKAI!! Dey be da ones who get sent der child! Dey be some powerful Shinjin ja hear! Exiled! For der corruption and misdeeds. Des be gawds ju see child but dey no like zee ottas. Only a gawd can send je der but you won't be wantin dat ja hear! Un der be Pawarful magicks at play dat keep de evil energy from entering da mortal realm!" The recordings stopped and MARK I looked over to Amatricina. "We interviewed hundreds of self-proclaimed wizards and witches. After cross referencing them and forcing a pair to display magical talents to us My master deduced that these subjects seemed to be the most credible sources of information. Only thirteen of the subjects were required to be terminated, post questioning."
A short pause was followed by Bunny as it seemed the thick tar and miasmas started to effect the titan. For a moment the skin on MARK I seemed to attempt to retreat and brace itself for the poisonous gas. It stood as hairs would with veins coursing with adrenaline before seemingly adapting and finally settling down. Once this bit had ended bunny continued. "We found a few common themes my lady. In short, it would be these beings known as Kais. If they exist than they seem to be tied into all the folklore and legends of your people. In every instance of demon lore there appears to be a Kai attached or somehow involved.
Conclusion; Capture a kai or someone of the likes and get them to tell you how to open or how the demons are locked, test it. Use that same ability on said Kai and repeat. Eventually you will either master the technique and perhaps find a way to reverse engineer it or the demons, in the demon realm, will torture said kais until they do it from within, either way you will certainly get a step closer to your goals." The air between them was now thick with the substance. It permeated everything between them, making it hard to see and harder to breathe. MARK I extended his hand again and with a single blast destroyed the machine. Scattering its pieces into millions of bits with a concussive force as opposed to an energy bolt, presumably so as not to ignite the gasses in the air and disrupt whatever plans Amatricina had for it. As she had stated she would only need it to work once, as agreed in a silent, unspoken oath, he used it only once and then blasted the device into millions of bits, the majority of it skidding across the surface of the water where it would slowly sink to the bottom and undoubtedly effect the fishes below for months to come. W.C 1274/ T.W.C: 6093 @amatricina |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2018 20:27:08 GMT -5
Amatricina watched with almost childish glee as the machine sputtered back to life. She had doubted the Mark I's ability to repair it, possessing no data on its original construction or design schematics, but the metal being had made due. She briefly wondered just how adaptive it was to learning foreign technologies... she still had many questions about Carambolis' flagship, the Omnipotence. The leviathan vessel was ancient, not made by the hands of the Kabochans, and if the Emperor was to be believed, originally inspired by at least some demonic influence. This robotic titan could further help her unlock the mysteries of the great warship, if she could find a convincing way to let the Emperor allow her new tool to prod and poke around his ship. That was a matter for another day, and the demoness' thoughts turned back to the wretched cloud of fetid gas [ouring ominously from the mostly restored Destron Gas machine. The demon breathed in deep, the nightmarish gas smelled of pain and suffering. The reeking odor of malice, as if hatred was made manifest into gaseous form. She had to have it, the wrath within her black heart begged for it like a child begs for sweets. Amatricina's mouth was practically watering as she stared wide eyed at the growing cloud of Destron Gas, only for her attention to be pulled away by the incessant ramblings of the Bunny. She spoke of legendary Saiyan warriors who ascended to great heights of power. The mention of Lord Frieza was particularly irksome. Amatricina had heard of the so called 'Galactic Emperor' when he was at the height of his reign. It was said Frieza was a mortal powerful enough even the weaker Kais feared his might. The demons had remained unconcerned, Frieza and his empire possessed little to no magic, and no way to attack their realm. Moreover, the Demon King Dabura yet ruled during that time, and believed himself far stronger than Frieza all the same. Still, this revelation explained the mortal Emperor's sudden disappearing from the greater galactic scene. He had been slain by a Super Saiyan it would seem. Amatricina thought back to Emperor Carambolis' own bizarre transformation. His skin became etched in both demonic and divine glyphs and symbols, white and ever shifting across his form. Did this 'Super Saiyan' state resemble anything like that? "Are there any blasted mortal races that can't transform?" Amatricina replied irritably, thinking back on the sudden and overwhelming change in power Carambolis' ascended state had given him. "It matters little anyways. I am already stronger than 99.99% of the mortal realm, and I can thinking of only a few dozen Demon Clan Warlords who could match... or possibly exceed me. Moreover, that number dwindles with each passing day." The demon clenched her fists, they crackled with energy as power coursed through her. It was invigorating just waking up each day to her growing power. Her pride swelling almost as quickly as her own power level did with each day of intense training. Soon, oh so very soon she would be ready to challenge the Kabochan Emperor to a rematch. This time it would be her that beat her opponent within an inch of their life. Again Amatricina's daydreams were interrupted, this time by the Mark I's eyes shining brightly with a golden light. The titan displayed a recording of sorts, a mental projection of some battle it had waged. Amatricina could clearly recognize the Mark I, albeit the creature having sustained significant damage. Amatricina's eyes were fixated on the battle. The ferocity, the intensity, it all sung out to her like a cadence of destruction. She yearned for battle, her kind had been bred for the sole purpose of conquest by their infernal progenitor. "So this is a Legendary Super Saiyan..." The demoness said softly, ruby eyes locked on the unfamiliar warrior. His raw might seemed equal to the Emperor's ascended state, perhaps even greater. Though his stamina was sorely lacking, something that Carambolis had in spades. Her interest in the robotic titan or the Destron Gas before her as she was transfixed on the Saiyan warrior. "What is this warrior's name? Where is he from? Was he slain later, or does he yet walk among the living? Such rage, such fury, it is almost... demonic." The demon turned to face the Mark I as the recording finished, thoughts and plans already running wild in her mind. "If all Super Saiyans are like this one, I may have picked the wrong faction to ally myself with. I tire of the Kabochan's constant need for diplomacy and goodwill. A ruler should speak through actions, and an iron fist is the surest form of diplomacy. I must seek out these Saiyans proper... someday." Amatricina's mind already racing with prospective plans for these Saiyans. There was so much rage with that warrior, that Super Saiyan. Could it be harnessed, molded like a weapon to enthrall them before her? Could they maintain the state even with their minds shackled and broken? How much did their kind know of magic? Presumably little, if not none, Amatricina knew of no Saiyans attempting to summon demons to her knowledge. For the second time now Bunny interrupted the demon's musing with her long winded explanations. If the artificial voice had lips Amatricina strongly considered tearing them off, if only to appease herself. She listened to the voice's elaboration, how the 'duo' had extorted and coerced information out of witches, warlocks, and wizards. The demon gained some small pleasure from that fact. Mortal magic uses liked to push limits that had no business testing, cavorting with demons and wasting their precious time. The last time Amatricina had been summoned by a wizard she simply slew the man, devouring him and plundering his pitiful collection of mystical artifacts. His baubles had been pathetic, and his meat was tough and gamy from age. It had been a thoroughly unpleasant experience for both parties involved. She was somewhat disappointed to learn over a dozen or so of the participants had been killed in the titan's efforts to collect this information. "You truly do harbor a fascination for magic, don't you automaton?" The demon quipped back in response, giving the Mark I a wry grin. "How long I wonder, were you searching for the answers to your questions?" Her statement rhetorical, she did not wait for a response. The artificial being's conclusion on the information it had gathered, was laughable. Amatricina couldn't keep a straight face, first stifling a laugh then quickly realizing the creature was deadly serious, and this was the best its artificial logic and reasoning could come up with. The demon groaned, gritting her teeth and shaking her head in disgust. "This is your conclusion? You truly think you can just trial and error your way to success don't you? The universe is more than just a set of data points to find the correct answer to. Do not get me started on the ignorance of your understanding of the divine." Amatricina leapt back, eyes glowing with a fiery light as she breathed out a heavy rain of cinders from her pursed lips. "Allow me to educate you, machine. You looked to folklore, and legend. Now listen to fact." Amatricina's tone dud little to betray her outright disgust at the Mark I's many gaps in his understanding of the cosmos. Amatricina began to weave her hands back and forth through the embers as they hung in the air like thousands of stars. Mark I was not the only one who could project an image of the past. Like a shadow puppeteer, the demoness weaved images of figures and beings into her flames. It was a crude approximation of reality, one that took little effort and only served to illustrate her point. "The mortal realm is composed of a vast plane of existence, near infinite in its size. So large in fact, no one single being could ever hope to truly oversee all its machinations. Because of this, the universe is split into fourths, Quadrants administered by the King Kais, the Gods of Gods. The four Kais appeared in the fires, as a grimace did on the demon's face. Above the King Kais, there is a more powerful being, a Grand Kai, who administers these four acting as their overseer. He rules from a large planet in the Other Realm, and is also the supreme authority on the fate of mortal souls after they have been placed within their respective afterlife." Amatricina spat venom, detesting the words she spoke. It was a lesson she had loathsomely memorized early in her long life. "Above even the Grand Kai though, there is another even greater being. A Supreme Kai, who rules over all Shinjin, and all lesser Kais. He is the supreme divine authority, so powerful he no longer bothers with the trivial matters of living beings, but with the very existence and stability of existence as a whole. The Supreme Kai oversees both the Other World, and the mortal realm. There are typically more than one Supreme Kai at a time, an active ruler, and an elder who mentors a younger generation." The demon's fires displayed this cosmic hierarchy, as well as illustrating a rough map of the Other World. If there was one thing as boundless as a demon's hatred of the Kais, it was their efforts to preserve knowledge of their ancient foe. Amatricina's tone grew far darker, harsher. Filled with seething rage and vitriol, her aura heated the very air around her to the point plants burst into flames and water evaporated. "My ancestors, the ancient beings who would become the first demons rose up against the Kais. They thought their power equal, or greater than their masters and sought to overthrow them. Sorcerers, warriors, shinjin, corrupted and evil beings of all manner, all of them mighty beyond comprehension. They waged a terrible war against Other World, seeking to tear the very heavens from the skies and usurp those who wielded unquestioned divinity. All of creation was nearly sundered in twain, and my ancestors nearly won. They were too powerful to be stopped, the Kais lacked the strength or the numbers to kill them all." The fires of the demon's mind displayed cataclysmic conflict of unfathomable scale. Whole planets destroyed in seconds, stars being snuffed out and dimensional rifts tearing vast gashes in reality and time and space themselves were assaulted by their foes. It was as if the end times, the unmaking of all things. "In a desperate, last ditch attempt to stop their foes, the Kai's devised a means to seal away the foes they could best. They combined their magical and divine powers into a great spell unlike any that has existed before or since. A sealing spell that forced all beings in creation with darkness in their hearts into the empty void at the bottom of the universe. There my ancestors were locked away, banished and forgotten with only themselves and their teeming masses of once willing servants. The seal created a barrier of near limitless magical fortitude, successfully sealing away the void that became the Demon Realm from the rest of existence for over seventy five million years."Amatricina ceased her magics, the fires fading from her eyes. The embers burned out and wafted away and her aura simmered to its usual state. "You are truly as ignorant as any mortal if you thought simple interrogation would undo the greatest act of magic in history. To shatter the seal between realms would take an unbridled amount of power, perhaps more than even the current generations of Kais themselves are capable of." Amatricina said mournfully, reflecting on the sheer absurdity of the task all demons set themselves to. "Each and every generation of my forebears has sought a way to permanently destroy the seal on our realm. None has ever come close to even the smallest glimmer of hope in achieving this goal. This simple fact applies to each and every one of the thousands of Demon Realm Clans. Your assistance in the matter is beyond insignificant in the grand scheme of this search. It is a task simply beneath any mortal."As the demoness concluded her story she watched as the Mark I nonchalantly raised a hand and obliterated her Destron Gas machine with an energy blast, Amatricina's eyes narrowed coldly. A silent rage built within her, and her awesome power level flared to its fullest strength. The skies overhead crackled with crimson lightning. It struck the ground i heated gouts of searing plasma. The normally crimson aura of the demoness tinging with an absolute shade of black to its demonic flames. In her rage, the demoness willed forth the very Dark Energy she so craved from her own realm. "You damned idiot!" She growled through gritted teeth, fist clenched as the fire demon did everything in her power to keep herself from killing the metal creature here and now for his insolence. "I already had a place in my archives picked out for that machine! I said I only needed it to work once, not that I only wanted it to work once!" Amatricina began to draw in the Destron Gas cloud into herself, it was pulled into her aura like a vortex enshrouding her in its inky darkness so only the fiery light of her molten gaze could be seen against the darkness. What was supposed to be a pleasurable experience was ruined by a fit of unyielding rage. The sin of wrath grew to surpass even pride in the demon, amplified by ancient and powerful Tuffle science in the Destron Gas. The hellish concoction crackled with ruby flashes of lightning, being inexorably changed by the sheer corrupting power of unbridled Dark Energy as the demon gorged herself on the ichor, drawing it into herself through her mouth and nose. Soon Amatricina was visible again, the Destron cloud dissipating as she absorbed more and more of it into her own body. Once finished the demoness exhaled softly, breathing out a puff of black smoke. Her gaze shot up to the metal titan and the Demon Warlord roared out her words in rage and fury. "MARK I, GIVE ME A SINGLE REASON I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND!" Smoke began to waft in two plumes from the corners of Amatricina's mouth as she gathered nightmarish amounts of demonic ki in her throat, preparing a massive Chou Makousen.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 14, 2018 23:54:15 GMT -5
MARK I could not help but notice the women's many shifting moods especially as she watched the battle unfold between he and the Saiyan Dain Sincara. There was a fine line when dealing with this creature, this monster of a women. If he were capable of fear he might have been worried or at least anxious. Dealing with Amatricina was playing with fire. Despite her disarming appearance there was an implied sense of danger at all times. This game he had been playing was a dance of death. He knew that he walked a fine line with every action and he knew it.
MARK I was ready to battle the women. He had every contingency in place should it come to that. He was prepared to drag her by the horns, from the tallest mountains and down into the deepest pits until he would force her to reveal the ways of magic. In his strange alien mind he calculated their battle a hundred times each time her power seemed to pulse and swell, every moment like the heartbeats of a predator in chase.
Adding and adjusting his equations and tactics MARK I made plans to do battle should the need arise but critical elements were missing. For one he had never seen her fight and though her rapidly rising body temperature and metabolic responses seemed to betray what he initial attack would be he had to admit these were simply educated guesses. All of his algorithms he knew she was right. He was ignorant to the ways of magic. He was a fool when it came to her mastery of the occult lore and all things arcane. Whereas typically it would only take minutes or seconds of study for MARK I to equal another in their respective studies there simply was not enough reliable sources of information around on magic only some stories of dragon ball which he had managed to dig up, more folklore no doubt.
For MARK I it was more efficient for his needs that he worked WITH her and not against her. Even during their short conversations the women's power seemed to grow and swell each time he would provoke a rage in her, Charisma simply was not his element.
"What is this warrior's name?"
"Dain Sincara" Bunny responded as the images flared before them. Countless innocents losing their lives with each clash of the two warriors. MARK I's mood grew foul as he watched the footage himself.
This was early in his inception and Dain had proven to be the first real challenge for MARK I but it was before he truly started to prioritize human's and their lives.
Pieces of him seemed to twist from within, while others reveled in the destruction caused. A max bag of emotions to be sure, one he would have to later revisit.
"Where is he from?"
" A Saiyan Bounty hunter and mercenary from earth"
"Was he slain later, or does he yet walk among the living?"
The warrior Sincara was taken by his crew and together they escaped MARK I's grasp, to wounded to continued, this one elected to stay back so as to repair himself. Whether or not Dain Sincara Survived is unknown to as, as he did sustain serious injuries which could have resulted in his eventually demise, though by our estimates this possibility would fall below sixteen percent"
As Bunny answered MARK I noticed the women's, almost instant, curiosity towards the saiyan. She seemed to watch him carefully and with a particular eye. He zoomed on her strange demonic pupils. Watched them dilate ever so slightly. Arousal , perhaps not sexual but definitely the scenes of battle seemed to have an effect on the women. As he stared at her figure his skin rattled, suddenly, and strangely, as if to mimic the perceived emotion. Her captivating aura having affected him he retreated his glance and proceeded to continue with his video feed.
"You truly do harbor a fascination for magic, don't you automaton?"
"Master recognizes the threat that magic poses to himself and our body. If it can be considered a fascination it is one born out of necessity, not an organic interest in the subject of the divine or the demonic, which we now recognize as a separate entity as the infernal."
Shock, surprise, disbelief. He recognized the emotions by her facial expressions before releasing his concussive blast.
"You damned idiot!"
The women roared and the ground beneath him seemed to shake, the waters around the island rippled as if the ocean itself was attempting to retreat from the Wrath of Amatricina herself. The air between them grew thick with poisonous gas of her aura.
A misunderstanding. Simple and pure as it was. Though MARK I recognized it to be so he continued with his concussive blast towards the machine. Misunderstanding aside the machine had served its purpose and was no longer useful so he disposed of it, believing, at the time that he had been doing her a favor. He was wrong, dead wrong.
"MARK I, GIVE ME A SINGLE REASON I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND!"
"Attack patterned recognized" Bunny spoke to MARK I. His skin began to morph and shift in shades of black, like ash and brimstone as the women roared at him.
MARK I stood simply and slowly lowered his raised arm. He reached into himself and produced to canisters of the destron Gas and threw them at Amatricina's feet as if to say
"Ohh sorry, here is some of that dank death gas you like"
His eye lit up again and displayed a finer holographic image of the destron gas machine. He had put it together seconds ago as an contingency, more than enough time for him.
The image displayed a machine that was similar in the likeness of the previous machine except it was beyond reproach. In terms of symmetry, design, and materials. The blue prints and still images for this new device came in several different designs. Some looked modern and sleek while others took more of a "demonic theme" Being fashioned off of different Pinterest images he'd pulled online of what people seemed to think a demonic style was. Looking at Amatricina's clothing and sense of style he had fashioned one final image and module together which would seem to match her own style of clothing and color scheme.
"The model you would have had, my lady, was a patchwork design. Made from scrap and broken materials. It simply was not becoming of you. It would have been a shame for anyone or even yourself to mount such an ugly and janky devices anywhere within sight." Bunny spoke as if her words should have been rhetorical. As if anyone alive or dead who knew the demon queen would have felt the same way. She spoke with the kind a kind of false bravado that only a lifeless A.I could get away with.
"Even the knowledge that one of such worth and esteem such as the queen of demons held such an atrocity would have been enough to cause me to self-destruct. No, we both know that you should be allowed to design your toys and not settle for the lesser designs of mere mortal."
Bunny paused a moment, allowing her words to sink in. Unlike MARK I her design was that of a care taker. Bunny was capable of a programmed fear response. One that caused her to distress greatly, despite the lack of panic or obvious distress.
"You should allow us to live because we can create something that would actually be worthy of occupying your presence, not only that but because we are worthy of occupying your presence. Unlike 99.9999% of the creatures you have met. MARK I is capable and committed to your time because unlike the gods themselves my master recognizes your obvious superiority towards most beings."
MARK I dropped the holographic designs and then turned to face Amatricina completely. Both eyes now ignited in a soft yet firm blaze as he stepped closer towards the women, not daring, not challenging but displaying an unwillingness to back down. His frame toward over her dauntless of what might come next, assured in its conviction.
MARK I tilted his head to the side as he stared at the women as if to question the fact that Amatricina would even consider doubting anything bunny had just stated.
W.C- 1406/ T.W.C: 7499 @amatricina
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2018 20:10:45 GMT -5
Amatricina stopped the canister with an armored heel as it rolled near her feet. The contents hissed outwards and were quickly absorbed into the demon's raging maelstrom of an aura. It did little to subside her unbridled rage. The Bunny began to speak again, though her words fell on deaf ears. The demoness had long since lost all patience for idle flattery. It was however the holographic display that gave the demon pause. Her ruby eyes raced over the image, trying to take in its design in moments before she made her decision. The damned computer had saved the designs, much less made its own alterations. The Fire Demon's rage began to subside, and she cranked back her head, swallowing the ki in her throat like a bitter pill. Amatricina gulped hard, her aura subsiding down to its normal levels as she leveled her still angry glare the Mark I. The demon exhaled sharply, twin gouts of flame and smoke flaring from her nostrils as she vented the excess energy in a brief albeit much less impress display. In a few seconds it was over, though the demon did not speak, only standing there silently frothing with anger as she allowed the machine to speak. She wished to continue hearing its pathetic attempts at flattery. The Bunny's words humored her greatly, though one particular phrase caused Amatricina to break out of her silence. The metallic titan addressed her as a queen, and it prompted the demon to shake her head heavily and scoff. The jewelry that adorned her crown of large black horns jingled and chimed from the simple movement. She laughed to herself, raising a hand her forehead at the absurdity of it all. The whole situation, right down to this moment. "Again, Mark I and Bunny, you prove only your supreme ignorance. Much as I wish I held the title of Demon Queen, I am but a Warlord, albeit a very powerful one at that. My realm has not known a Demon King in five hundred years, and the more I learn of the mortal realm the more I am convinced he came here to die. If this Frieza was slain by a Super Saiyan, perhaps this same warrior was the death of our King Dabura?" At this point Amatricina was merely talking aloud to herself, caring little that the Mark I was listening. "Truly... the powers these mortals wield. And I had been BLIND to it for all these years!" The fire demon swung out her fist, striking only the air besides her. The pressure wave of the sudden movement sent a huge tidal surge erupting around the beach's shores. Amatricina exhaled a slow steady breath, before gazing back up at the strange creature before her. With that display of anger the last of her rage had subsided, for the moment. She had no doubt the metal colossus would say or do something to provoke her ire once more sometime soon. Amatricina had to continuously remind herself that Emperor Carmbolis had set his sights upon the earth, and she was to help dispose of its king bloodlessly, and without great loss of life. Destroying whole island chains in a fit of rage was no way to accomplish that task. "You are permitted to live, Mark I. For now. If you can truly experience 'death' that is. You provide me with the thing I need most in this damnable realm. A repository of easily accessible information on the mortals and their histories. For that, I will grant you a token understanding of magic, mastery over its most basic forms and techniques." Amatricina clenched her fist, fel demonic smoke wrapping around it in tendril-like wisps as she spoke. "And for this gift, this Destron Gas, I will bestow upon you a adept knowledge of magic. Sufficient for you to match understand and match the powers of capable mortal magic users. Perhaps someday, you will find for me a gift, worthy of full mastery of the subject." Amatricina placed a hand on her hip, a wicked smile crossing her face. If nothing else this creature was a useful tool, and potentially a weapon. "In time Mark I, I wish to see what more you can truly create. Your Bunny is terrible at flattery, machines do not lie well. But you, and your mastery of technology both ancient and new, that I can make use of." The demon's words were thick and heavy with malicious excitement. Her very tone tinged with the allure of her demonic evil. This creature's mortal soul, she would see in dripping with an inky black ichor as soon as she could. Only a fully corrupted soul could hope to ever truly master her race's dark magics.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 16, 2018 1:23:01 GMT -5
 Within Mark I's neural network: Lucid Chambers "I can't keep doing this" Bunny spoke to V3 in a hushed tone as he hung from his chains in a dream like state. "You must" Though the area he laid in was in his mind, It "felt" as real as anything else in life. V3 was lucid. He had been since they met the women of this island. Something about her gaze, something about her scent. It was enough to stir something in the man's spirit. Though MARK I did much to keep the man suppressed and in a constant stupor, every now and then he managed to slip free. Currently he laid in a grey area. Not truly asleep but not fully awake, a lucid dream like state. It was here that the titan, Mark I, had fabricated a small area where the man could be free to feel out his emotions,vent his frustrations, and experience a modicum of life. Mostly MARK I had used the room for torture. He found that pain and adrenaline were constant and reliable ways to force V3's natural ki production. Though MARK I's systems had advanced core reactors and ki regulators, curiosity of the brilliant minds of 𝕸𝖞𝖓𝖎𝖆 's techs who'd work on him in the past and other mind's like those of Dr. Danny, and Dr. Jacob Gains ( Unit 15 ). He had come to realize that organic, natural ki had its own benefits. Benefits which he would siphon and extract via a complex series of limiters and power converters. It was a longer process than simply generating artificial ki or allowing Jonathan, VE-e3, to create his own but in this way he solved many of his problems at once. For one. VE-e3 in his many battles of the past would constantly run into overheating issues during the back end of his battles. In many a fights he would be forced to go into a state known as "Overdrive" In which even his emergency systems had to be pooled from for lack luster results. To often would this cause several other neighboring systems to malfunction, while also requiring the installment of advanced cooling fluids and maintenance checks after every serious battle. Not to mention, the man's natural ki could, at times, be sensed if not properly regulated or suppressed. MARK I's solution to this was a complicated process but it allowed him to get the best of both worlds. His ki signature was almost impossible to sense. His system was highly efficient as no energy would ever be lost due to heat. Furthermore, and most importantly, it drained the young man of power. Keeping him in a constant state of pain, exhaustion, and confusion. By now V3's real, physical body was kept in a low form of a catabolic state. He constantly felt like he was in a preptual state of starvation. Each time MARK I would shock and jolt him for power it would drain more and more out of him, only to have his cells re-mended by ki later on, or his body sustained by a constant supply of synthetic vitamins, fuel, and nutrients MARK I would gather from the sun. VE-e3's real body laid deep within MARK I's upper chest Cavity. Stems and cords of wires and synthetic muscle fibers had replaced his legs. The cords stabbed into his lower quadriceps and attached into the base of his spine. His real arms were locked into place, positioned over his head and to the sides as if he were crucified. They were strapped at the wrist and his shoulders by Kai weights MARK I had fashioned on his own to suppressed and contain V3's human power. Whenever the man's energy would flare or raise in times of Stress a weighted Vest, meant to absorbed and redistribute Kai would press and constrict, pressing small metal studs into his chest cavity, the pain used as a deterrent for escape attempts and sometimes to conduct electrical shocks into his chest cavity for rapid bolts of pain. Studs were also placed along the rims of his spinal cord to stimulate other nerves and so as to induce the production of certain hormones such as adrenaline whenever MARK I felt the need for such a thing. This he found addicting at times. Though MARK I didn't know it By now Bunny IX, the ninth iteration of bunny after his many attempts to delete and re-write her into a more loyal servant, without completely deleting her for use of her information over his Quantum Drive. Had been a silent rebel. She had hijack several of this spinal nodes and would slowly work on taking control of other receptors whenever MARK I grew to involved or distracted in his ordeals. "You Must!" V3 repeated to bunny unsure of whether or not MARK I could hear him.
"I Cannot keep this up without being noticed! and I cannot end your life. It goes against my programming!" "You're not programmed to serve a monster either.. I want to die.. If it stops him than we need to do it. He's on earth We.."
"He can change...We might be able to.. He at least wants to fight for humanity" "By killing half of us!? Come'on buns... we..I...Can't do it anymore..Every time he gets hit I get sticked wit somethin ole girl. This ain't right and he keeps getting stronger!"V's Form seemed to flicker on and off as he spoke. Like a faded flashlight, low on its batteries. "V... What happened to never giving up. We..I cannot do that.." "I ain't giving up girl.. I'm winning! We gotta take him with us or else he'll just keep hurting people. I mean he's talking to a demon for kai's sake!" "…..." Bunny said nothing as he attempted to rattle his chains. He looked around himself to find the world around him was thick with an ethereal mist that seemed to shroud everything around them. Bunny appeared to him as a slender, tall women with smooth skin, naked but featureless in all but her face. It was a simple face. A standard looking women, Caucasian, shoulder length white hair. She wasn't pretty nor was she hard to look at. Just basic. Standard. After a few moments of silence V3 spoke out "What is this bunny?" He said as he stared at his arms. They were a akin to a dim grey light. He seemed to be, made up of a thick smokey substance that outlined what his body would look like. Sometimes forming into solid mass. "It's your soul. It's weak and...it is corrupted but its there. It calls out to me. Now because of you, your life force We all have souls. MARK I is the strongest and the darkest but he's learned to keep his thinly spread and shifting throughout his body. As opposed to most souls which... I guess... Clump up inside someone? I... Don’t actually know how it works. I don't know how he figured that out, but I do know that he needs us. He cannot live without us, and we need him John..." She spoke the words in a pained expression, as if she felt guilty. "You think that lady outside knows we’re in here" "I do not know V...I do not know" ********************************************************************** "Again, Mark I and Bunny, you prove only your supreme ignorance." She was smug. She was Vain but most importantly, on this subject of demonology and occult, she was right, and in this sense she was the strong. To MARK I that is all that mattered in this case. So he would allow the women to continue making her remarks. In a way he enjoyed them. He especially enjoyed the excuse to delete and restructure some of bunny's code for proving so ineffective in her attempts to try and establish better relations with the demon. It was not that he cared for said relation, it was simply that she had failed. In his cold and foreign alien mind he would take great joy in provoking a fear response in Bunny as he began to cut out segments of her code again and reorganize them entirely. It was like cutting off a limb and then forcing it to regrow again, like dislocating and arm or shoulder only to have someone forcibly reset it into place, improperly.
"...Frieza was slain by a Super Saiyan, perhaps this same warrior was the death of our King Dabura?" This one question sparked something within MARK I. He happened to have a copy of the great Saiyanman's, alleged, auto-biography. When V3 was free to roam he had actually taken the time to study the likeness of other great hero's and in this same volume the name phrase demon king Dabura and super saiyan had actually been used several times. Though MARK I made no attempt to voice this or interpret it he did make a note of it for potential use later. By the time Amatricina had agreed to aid MARK I in his process of learning more about Magic bunny's changes had begun. Due to this she would temporarily be unable to communicate. MARK I then began to move closer to the women until her stood by her side, as if to suggest he was ready for whatever came next. Electing to remain silent, as he usually did with others, his massive frame caste a shadow over her body, shielding her from the light of the sun once the storm she had conjured finally subsided. Though his he stayed rigid and straight forward his eyes began to glow in that familiar, sinister light. Deep within he was eager and he was ready to this new information. A machine using magic. A first to be sure. W.C 1643/ T.W.C: 9142 @amatricina |
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