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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2018 23:23:32 GMT -5
The Fire Demon had expected to hear robotic cries of elation from the Mark I's Bunny at her agreement. She did not, and it was vexing. The metallic titan simply stood there, motionless as ever, save for its plated skin that seemed to flex and ripple at external stimuli. It vexed the demoness, she was not used to being ignored, especially at such a crucial moment in their conversation. Amatricina raised an eyebrows in curiosity, eyeing Mark I up and down seeing what had caused renewed silence from it. Instead of doing anything too rash, the demon people crossed her legs, hovering in the air a ways as she 'seated' herself. With subtle effort the fire demon focused her magic, peering into the soul of the creature before her. It was... so alien and strange. Something was wrong with it, damaged or wounded by some unknown means she assumed. But it was there, sill giving off the soft pulse of ethereal energy that indicated to her the Mark I was still alive. The soul felt near enough to an earthling's, but had a certain unexplainable quality to it. It irritated Amatricina she could not place a descriptor easily and her brow furrowed in response. The soul was in turmoil, that much was clear. It did not manifest naturally as it should, it was not a condensed orb of spiritual energy, more like an amorphous sheen of it that coalesced inside the creature's synthetic body. Was it an artificial soul too? Was that why it felt so strange to her mystic probing? Amatricina had many questions, and no answers. She would need to explore other avenues to find what she sought. Amatricina reached out to the Mark I, assailing the creature with her telepathy. Few beings without their own innate understanding of magic, or great mental fortitude and strength of will could resist another being's telepathy. Amatricina's was potent as they came, like an inky tendril of darkness that burrowed its way into the mind in a kind of psychic bridge. She pushed out to her 'guest', pressing against mental barriers and proverbially tearing at them with tooth and claw, trying to grind through to the mind within. "Speak Mark I, I demand an answer. I tire of your silence." Her disembodied voice called out to all that could hear it within the creature's thoughts. The artificial mind it was so, unnatural. Like being lost in an endless sea of circuits and wires. It was too organized, without the chaotic flood of memories and emotions, Amatricina could not properly navigate the mind. It was like a compartmentalized box, order making sense only to its own. Amatricina's telepathic voice called out again, this time more angrily. "Speak, I command it!" She growled as the demon grew more frustrated with her attempts to communicate with the titan. All the while she sat mostly unmoving on the beech, the wind gently blowing her cloak and hair in the breeze as the fire demon attempted to continue with psychic communication with the metal colossus. Doubt began to set into her though, and Amatricina briefly wondered if an artificial mind even could be entered as a mortal's could? She may well simply be calling out to a lifeless mass of circuitry. But then... how was the soul bound to this creature? Only living beings had souls, and though Mark I was 'alive', he was hardly a living breathing mortal. Amatricina's agitation with the enigmatic creature only grew as her cries fell upon deaf ears.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 17, 2018 1:21:52 GMT -5
As she initially reached out to enter the titan's mind she was met with a wave of resistance. Someone else had done this before, she could feel it. Someone powerful like she, though in a different manner. Though the titan's mind was still inapt to defending against this sort of invasion she would find it somewhat difficult as she assaulted MARK I's defenses she effortlessly noted that his mental blocks were more the result of brute, forced, and unpracticed defenses. Unrefined, unintentional but supremely tenacious and consistent. Walls of mental effort shattered like thick glass as she punctured through the mind. Each wall thicker than the last yet equally crude. Eventually and after surprising amount of effort she would finally break into the mind. Still darkness, surrounded Amatricina as she enter the beings mind. It was thick with emptiness, like an oppressive void of loneliness and depression, a weight on ones chest, slowly but surely growing in mass and density yet never enough to crush or suffocate. As she sifted through the void where a mortal soul should have been, lights and electrical pulses flicked in the distance. Echoing cries and groans were omnipresent as she flew across the seemingly endless plane, an expanse that seemed as If it could go on for an eternity. It's not that nothing were there but it is as she originally realized. A strict and seemingly pattern less series of rooms were scattered throughout the murky void of suffering and depression. A child's room, plain and simple was the first area she would come across. A little Female, no older than ten rested in this room. Joy pure and simple could be found here, feelings of the soul and how the human felt about everything this room represented. It was a segregated, heavily guarded and sectioned off box From everything. It laid surrounded by other boxes nearby but which had long entropy and collapsed, leaving this one on its own, surrounded by what appeared to be a once vast city of broken and now lost memories. The structures of former rooms, impossibly organized for anything human would appear to her only upon closer inspection, as they could no longer be felt or sensed as easily, but once felt she would note the emptiness. The vacancy of where bliss and happiness once laid. A mental block, series of them, infinite and ever present in their tenacity, constantly rearranging themselves in shape and form surrounded this single, small, child's room. Lines of code. Corrupted and malicious in nature, like a school of starving sharks circled the room. Not magic but intense, inhuman like concentration, effort and relentless willpower was at work here. With her mastery of magic and talented psychic abilities she could attempt to force an entry. Pink walls surrounded the room with tiny alphabet blocks which spelled out "L Suzie" A small crib parked in the corner filled to the brim with spar computer parts, circuits and miscellaneous tech junk. The room smelled of lavender and burnt iron bits. On the floor across the child sized bed laid a series of Vampire comic book panels and Science weekly and an auto biographical account of the great MR. Satan, earth's greatest hero that saved the world form a Majin threat of the likes of Cell, a terrible nightmare bug from the future, or so one of the pages on the book read... Within moments of its discovery the room was gone. Whisked away as soon as it had been discovered, as if somehow it had been stolen, taken from her sight abruptly. Despite this Amatricina had more than enough time to identify this as a component of a human's soul. From now on she would always be able to find it should she ever choose to mediate and return into this strange mind. In time other Compartments would be found. Some shackled and desolate. Others completely unreadable and in foreign languages of ever shifting code, like a sea of blades, letters and symbols she couldn't possibly make out it would strain her mind the longer she stared into these foreign lines, which constantly danced and weaved throughout the mind, though they were seemingly far, few, and in between. "Speak Mark I, I demand an answer. I tire of your silence." As she spoke everything seemed to halt. The air grew stale and dense, colder than anything she'd felt before. As if somehow energy were somehow being completely siphoned from the area.. One room stood out to her immediately. It was an unlocked room, a room of seeping with bloodthirsty joy, and excitement. In this room she would be able to see, from MARK I's perspective as he tore Doctor Kaijin Vex 's limbs apart, screw by screw, piece by piece. She would be allowed to sense and feel the emotions of MARK I at the time. A low sustained disgust at Kamuis appearance and state of being. He was a perfect specimen earlier, capable of great biological potential before someone had turned him into this abomination of metal and flesh. She would be able to watch as MARK I forced himself and his code into Kamui. His arms taking one strange tendril like shapes which pierced and penetrated into Kamui's body until he had finally and tediously worked his way up into the frost demon's cranium, injecting him with a strange, improvised mix of stem cells to keep his brain from hemorrhaging and dying out, though to the frost demon's credit he may have not even required the aid. MARK I wanted him to be conscious for the entirety of this ordeal. He wanted every synapse and fiber of his flesh to be active and alive for what he was doing for in MARK I's mind this is what it meant to be alive and to be dominated. These were the consequences that the weak must suffer when they chose to interfere with the strong and it was a lesson he wanted to give to Kamui fore the frost demon was by no means weak but yet something had happened to his perfect body, he had somehow allowed himself to become...disgusting. MARK I could not stand it. And thus he took immeasurable amounts of joy in giving out this lesson. As he imparted a code into Kamuis cybernetic mind, into the bits he could not actually remove without killing him, the bits he would choose to leave behind. Fore from now on whenever the Frost demon would rest, in his sleep and in his meditations he would dream and think and feel MARK I. A lesson to be relived over and over again until he fully understood his place in the universe, the place of all frost demons and all lesser beings, and especially the place of all cyborgs, and former, failed, disgusting husks or flesh and metal. They were tools now to be used and discarded for whatever purposes they served and at this moment MARK I was done with him. Amatricina would have no trouble reading into an innately understanding MARK I's thought processes and feeling here. As she watched and observed, if she choose to do so, the emotions would speak for themselves. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MEANWHILE: Elsewhere, yet near. "I'm sorry girl..." V3 spoke. His ethereal body now seemingly freed of his bonds as he laid, back against a stone slab. He rested against a cold hard rock floor, it's foundation cracked and jagged as pieces seemed to crumbled off its edges, falling into the void below. He could not escape it. He could not leave this place. He knew that and he had tried a million times. It was the chasm of pain in which he was brought to each time an iteration of bunny was killed. Before him laid the body of a women, white hair stained with blood, her head cracked against the stone floor. She laid in the prone position, naked, cold, and afraid. Her expression was sincere and sober as her eyes stared into him from a distance. Blood dripped from each of them as one eye barely hung to its socket. "This isn't real.." He repeated to himself. "Bunny can't feel...feelings and..stuff." MARK I liked to keep him company from time to time. He would allow bunny's to talk and sometimes conspire with V3. It kept his fragile human mind from cracking, like the rock beneath him. From breaking and slipping into insanity. MARK I would not allow this. By now he seemed to have mastered a way to repair and rearrange the human man's neurons and neurological pathways, to a certain extent at least. By now VE-e3 had figured that out. Well and... Bunny also helped but it was the only way to explain his bouts of sometimes gaining an average level of his former human intellect. Not that his mind was ever so bright but that recently it could not have been considered on par, especially since he got himself into this situation. "Hey...MARK...buddy. I'm going to kill you one day.. And when I do..that will be the best day of my life.. I hope you know that." He stared at the ground, at bunny's limp body as he spoke. He knew that if he were to get up or even move to walk he would be tortured as pain would activate throughout seemingly every nerve of his body, making it impossible for any man to move, even in his state, especially in his stat. "You know, I bet we could go a few round, you and I MARK. I think I could take cha. It would probably be a good fight, hell you would probably win, but that's not what matters. You know I've never killed anyone before, not on purpose, but for you I'll make an exemption buddy. Just so you know.. No matter how many bunny's you kill no matter how much of my strength you sap and suck on, I am gonna give you something else to suck on" He reached into his crouch, shoulder straining as he did. He grabbed a handful of what would have been his larger than average member but was now an ethereal mangled amalgamation of gasses he supposed and then proceeded to lift the massive clump of mist up and into himself, shaking it with a soft and gentle vigor as he did. "You won't win. You can’t win. You know why? Because you're like. Fighting two guys at once. There's me and then there's the other guys. You never take on two guys unless you wanna end up in a box. They won’t even name yours. No one likes you. No one wants to help you." He chuckled softly to himself as a slight tear dripped from the lines of his chin. He let out a soft moan as he spoke. "No one liked me either. No one helped me. I didn’t really have any friends.. Just Suzie and..Dann." A loud gust of wind blew past him before he could finish his sentence. A booming voice, carrying with it power, the likes of which he had never sensed before. The winds crashed into him, sending his body crashing into the stone slab behind him. The force sent shivers through his misty body, sections of his limbs and face dissipated and blew off of him as he slowly regenerated back to form. The stones seemed to rattle as the floor before him shook and broke apart until bunny's lower body hung from the edge. "Speak, I command it!!!!" The booming voice cried out as V3 looked to bunny's limp corpse, barely hanging onto the slab. "NOOO!!!!" V3 cried out in frustration as he forced his limbs to moved against the winds. His arms constantly dissipating and reforming against the force as he started to push against the storm of heat and energy. His souls could not handle it, perhaps if he had his health, perhaps if his physical form wasn't shackled with kai weights and energy inhibitors, perhaps...if he weren't such a failure in death as he was in life. His aura flared for the first time ever, his human aura has he strained to recompose his ethereal body. In a moment he began to part the overwhelming force and energy that laid in front of him. He quickly ran towards bunny only to have his legs dissipate from under neath him, his energy fading almost as soon as it erupted. His head and chest slammed against the ground as he struggled to crawl towards bunny. Reaching out with his arm he cried out in frustration! He grasped her limp arm and began to drag her body towards him, managing to sustain his form against all odds as this strange foreign energy seemed to eat away at his very soul, as if someone were feeding upon it. Cradling bunny's body he wrapped her in the one arm he still had left as he interposed his body between the sickening storm and hers, shielding her from whatever effects this energy might've had on her. He gasped for a moment as he started to fade in and out of consciousness. "Come on girl..wake up. Yo..you've done it before..get up! Ugh" He strained to get up as he forced himself onto a recomposed knee cap and mangled elbow lump, still not yet reformed. He groaned against his own weight, which didn't make sense to him. The pain he felt was consistent with the metallic studs on his actual psychical body. Sharp stabbing sensations and vibrations shook his limbs as he struggled to move, the studs not knowing, MARK I not caring what the reason was behind his struggle but never allowing in none the less. "It's gonna be okay girl.. It's gonna be o..." Bunny's body decomposed before him, as he held her close. She seemed to melt away before him as he grasped her. he laid in the prone position, naked, cold, and afraid. His expression was sincere and sober as his eyes stared into the nothingness of the void in the distance. Blood dripped from each of his eyes as one arm barely hung from the platform...he was alone. He was cold and he was afraid. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amatricina might have sensed the pain, the agony. If she cared enough V3's cries and energy might have captured her attention like the cries of a lost child in distant woods at night. Nearly impossible to find and useless to her. A figure began to form out of dark red mist, like blood rippling and forming into a mass of anger, lust, and pride it swelled until it began to seemingly filled the area with it's body. A giant of unfathomable size now stood before her as she flew near its chest level. It took on the form of a manlike creature with no eyes, no ears, no nose. Only a mouth. It's stench was thick with the sweat and blood of the dead or dying. It reeked of shit and piss as I raised its hands over his head and lunged at her releasing a yell that seemed to shake and reverberate the area. If Amatricina was not careful the force and tenacity of this yell would shake her out of her trance, possibly sending her crashing to the ground out of MARK I's mind. Though he had no defense against her doing this again and reentering. As the monstrous creature yelled she could not sense any fear. Only a distrusting rage and and violated sense as if the monster had somehow been raped by her presence in his mind like this. Her presence seeming like the unwanted intrusion of a tumors growth in the human body. Whether or not MARK I knew it there was nothing he could do to harm her here, not seriously, not now. Confronted by this monstrosity she would begin to see images of bunny's fate as the titan's mind ripped her apart, piece by piece for how she had performed and for her and V3's attempts to kill themselves earlier. Whether or not she remained within the beasts mind a second form would amass next to the monstrosity. A human sized Shape in the likeness of Cam , a rough yet photo negative similarity to the emperor would approach her and speak to her in her mind. "My apologies. Please call me pop. I will be taking over for bunny from now on. We are currently undergoing a bit of a transitory peri...on second thought, you probably could care less, If I am not mistaken. Please continue with your lessons Warlord Amatricina. We are very much eager to learn what ever it is you have to offer us." The man did a slight bow at the waist at the end of his speech awaiting the warlords response with a sly grin on his face. It was a coy, yet pleasant looking expression. One that conveyed a slight sense of enthusiasm. @amatricina W.C: 2840/ T.W.C: 11,982
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2018 13:41:56 GMT -5
The Demon Lord continued to probe and pry into the machine's mind. She tore through mental barriers, walls of willpower or code erected to halt an outsiders advance. They met her with surprising resistance, the Mark I had an indomitable willpower, but no knowledge of how to properly harness its sheer mental fortitude. Amatricina's every assault against the barriers shattered them against her psychic might; it was child's play to actually break her way into the creature's mind. It was all strength, no skill, its mental barriers yielding one by one to her after simply brute forcing her way through them with raw exertion. Her own mind was not so carelessly guarded. A mental labyrinth of a fortress, with every memory guarded zealously behind a winding and seemingly endless series of paths and corridors interwoven by psychic and magic barriers. A well honed mental defense against the other powerful masters of the arcane from her home realm. A skill that had taken centuries of perfection under her mother's watchful tutelage. One she deigned to share with others beyond her close kin, who had received much the same training of their own. Amatricina seared her way through the final barrier, mentally carving through it like a psychic blow torch slicing through a vault door. Once inside she found only a bitterly empty void, it was oppressively empty and silence hung thick in the air. Was this truly what the mind of a machine looked like? Was the sheer silence caused by the absence of emotion or feeling in the titan? Amatricina truly did not know, she had never met a truly artificial intelligence, a thinking being composed of metal and circuits, not flesh and blood. The emptiness was suffocating, like being trapped at the bottom of a deep, endless ocean. The demon did not like it, the constant presence was something she did not have to deal with among the physical world. But within a mind, she was subject to the raw thought of the owner. The Mark I's mind was like a slow crushing weight, always pressing down, unyielding. Her mind was like a roiling inferno, a hellscape within to match the fire demon without. It would take eons to fully explore another being's mind, and Amatricina had precious little time to devote to the task. As she probed Mark I's mind, her own body was frozen hovering in a trance like state, vulnerable to surprise attack as her concentration was wholly placed on her psychic assault. Pulsating lights and the steady rhythm of electrical circuits flickered in the distance, and Amatricina followed out of sheer curiosity. Her exploration led her to an endless corridor of rooms sitting on the flat plane was mental circuitry. This was not how a living being's mind should work. Thoughts could not just be neatly arranged and sectioned off like it was some kind of filing cabinet. The demon mused this must be due to the Mark I's artificial nature, and moved to open the first door. Within was a girl, the room warm and light compared to the desolation beyond its door. Amatricina pressed on, inspecting room after room. Each brought strange new visions, memories or emotions displayed in change approximations. Some were beyond her understanding, little better than segmented disembodied lines of computer code shifting against the void. Her ire grew as she failed to find what she looked for, the thinking consciousness within the mind. The distant cries of a man in pain set the demon off, Amatricina turning to face them though unable to place the source. She traveled in the vague direction of the cries, throwing open doors at random fruitlessly searching for the answer to her riddle. Where was it? Where was he hiding? That pain, that sorrow, it felt nothing like the Mark I, it felt... lesser, weaker. Had the Mark I assimilated other beings into itself before? The bio-android she had met was capable of this feat, thought she knew not if it assimilated souls or simply killed the absorbed no different than if she killed and ate a creature for sustenance. The demon's ruthless search for answers was cut short, a massive figure rising in the distance before her. An unyielding titan of emotion, negative thought giving its great form strength. A raw avatar of the thinking consciousness of the Mark I's mind, the entity in which Amatricina truly sought. Her own avatar was less defined, she had not needed it within the creature's thoughts. A shifting mass of fire and shadow, a molten cloud of entropy with two malicious smoky black 'eyes' and a wide Cheshire smile of golden teeth. It looked nothing like the demon's true form, it was merely a loose construct spawned forth b her dominant emotions. Little better than amassed thought and energy within the creature's mind as she hunted. The titan roared, letting out a primal bellow as it howled in rage at the intruder's presence. Amatricina was caught off guard by the raw mental backlash, having seen little more resistance after clawing her way into the Mark I's mind and piercing its mental barriers. Amatricina braced herself, straining against the pressure giving off by the massive creature as it unleashed a powerful mental backlash against her. It was enough to snap her concentration, Amatricina's focus waned and found her incorporeal form being forcibly ejected from the machine's mind. Her fiery eyes opened, and the demoness let out a loud gasp as she awoke from her trance. The fire demon furrowed her brow, looking questioning at the creature before her. It had yet to so much as react. She waited a few moments for a response, but again it remained silent. "So be it then..." Amatricina said to herself, hovering before the creature as she rose to eye level. Reaching out her right hand the demoness pressed it flush against the titan's forehead, she would need a more intimate connection for a stronger psychic link. Again Amatricina forced her way into the Mark I's mind, this time with a more potent exertion and a mental avatar constructed in approximation of her own form. It held her silhouette, her curvaceous figure, powerful horns, and long flowing mane of hair. But it lacked features, being instead composed entirely a shifting mass of magma, where darkness replaced and fire replaced mere molten rock. Two burning eyes of fire lit its face and a mouth of obsidian teeth contorted into a hellish grin. The avatar of the living flame hurtled through itself at Mark I's mental barriers, bursting through their already once comprised forms with relentless vigor. Like a meteor of wrath it soared across the empty plane of the Mark I's thoughts towards the looming titan of blood red mist. The creature projected mental images, memories of it tearing apart the Bunny intelligence for some transgression. Perhaps it had refused to translate its master's thoughts, and for that Amatricina did not care. A second form appeared besides the titan, a doppelganger of Carambolis, a dark inversion of the man within the Mark I's mind. Is that how it created all its puppets? Secondary artificial minds in dark facsimile of beings the creature had encountered? It mattered little its origins, the projection began to speak in its false, soothing tone. Amatricina listened, though her fists clenched in rage. "Carambolis..." Her molten avatar uttered under its breath, loathing nothing more in this moment than the sight of the warrior who had bested her. Whom she had been forced to grovel before to ensure her survival. Amatricina's mantra rung out in her ears, the Weak must serve the Strong, or be crushed beneath them. When the doppelganger bowed, it would not get a chance to rise again. The demon shifted towards the entity, grabbing its shoulders with her clawed hands and flooding it with psychic energy. It was unprepared for the mental assault, and with one clean motion Amatricina ripped the construct in half in a sheer fit of rage. Once finished, the fire demon looked up to the titan, flying up to meet it eye level. "Mark I!" She spoke as she placed her avatar's hands on the titanic construct's forehead. "I tire of your puppets! Now, suffer your first lesson. Experience the true depth of my grandeur!" With that Amatricina flooded the Mark I's consciousness with her own, letting it experience for the briefest of moments the full weight of her demonic mind. Nightmarish did not begin to justify the boundless depths of the evil that briefly poured over the creature. Hatred beyond measure, sinister cunning that knew no end to its cruelty, and pride undying washed over the titan. Within her all sin flowed in an endless writing maelstrom of depravity, one beyond the capacity of lesser minds to fully comprehend. The display of psychic dominance would have broken the mind of a weak willed mortal, incinerating it beneath her like a twig against a bonfire's flame. But she wagered this Mark I could withstand it. Heat radiated from the avatar, illuminating the darkness of the Mark I's mind with its ethereal fires. Her claws pressed deep into the bloodied form of the titan as she tried to overwhelm its thoughts with her own. Amatricina had felt sin within the creature, wrath, pride, even a glimmer of lust. She wished for it to know the true depths such sin could reach. The raw extent of the darkness that was the fire demon's mind. After a few brief moments Amatricina's display was concluded. Her avatar expunged itself before the titan, smiling a hellish grin as it faded away into a brief flurry of cinders. It cackled a haughty cackled as it dissipated, its dark task complete. Amatricina awoken from her trance, a focused look on her face. If this machine was truly to learn magic, it must first understand the kind of mind that was needed to even be capable of such feats of dark magic. It needed to know just what it was dealing with, if it was ever to hope to imitate its mentor. Amatricina withdrew her hand, crossing her arms beneath her massive bust as her eyes narrowed on the Mark I's. A wry smile crossed her lips, and she finally opened her mouth to physically speak her words. "Now do you understand whom you are dealing with? I am flame and shadow, I am fire and blood, I am the living flame. I am Amatricina, and you are now my pupil. Nod if you understand, automaton." Her words were not so much a question, as a command. Her fiery gaze locked on the being before her as she spoke.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 17, 2018 23:47:29 GMT -5
MARK I stood in plain sight as his psychical body awaited the demonesse's instructions, refusing to respond to her without a translator, believing himself to superior to other life forms to do it himself. He merely watched and waited as she grew increasingly frustrated. He took at as another test of her behavior, a simple stress test until he manifested a new avatar for her to interact with. The women went quiet as she hovered in her strange trance.
Her breathing seemed to slow as she did so. He watched the rise and fall of her breast as she took in a deep breath. One after the other. She seemed at peace. She seemed to rest and he knew something was wrong. Though he did not, could not know what.
A strange feeling came over him as he continued to watch her. It was a feeling of nakedness, of vulnerability, something he was not accustomed to. He ran a systems diagnostics test throughout his network to find that he had not been hacked, nor had he been compromised yet he still "felt" wrong.
His mind seemed to grow heavy as the ki dispersed throughout his system seemed to act in strange ways. Again his eyes rested on the women as she floated carelessly. He could strike her. He could pierce her heart with a single blow and potentially end her. His mind reeled with the possibility. His man filled with a sudden rush of emotions. V3 must be awake again and then...he felt it...he felt her. She was inside of him. She had entered him. Violated his integrity, ripped into his body like he was a helpless wench.
Raged bubbled within him as he began to summon V3's ki. He did not know how to manipulate it to produce the desired effect but with in his undying will power he would reach into his own mind to find the witch and he would attempt to force her out.
To his surprise this seemed to work. He watched as she plummeted ass first to the ground before catching herself midair. He stared at her with a smug sense of satisfaction. His eyes began to radiate a steady glow of cockiness.
"So be it then..." Amatricina said as she floated towards him and up to him. She was even lovelier from up close, as if somehow her beauty and warmth grew by proximity. Her cheeks seemed puffier than he'd expected, her lips full as her bust. There were not emotions he wanted. These were not feeling he appreciated. They must have been the work of this witch in an attempt to confuse him, distract him, but he was Superior. He was beyond such petty feelings.
Before he realized it she had entered him again. This time he felt it. Felt the full force of her magic wash over him like the high midnight tide ripping into a shore side sand castle. Despite his effort she bathed him in her presence. There was nothing he could do this time. He stood now paralyzed, intoxicated by her power, her wrath, and her grace.
His aura flared from the outside as he attempted to force her out, nothing. Fore it was not a contest of strength and in this arena of the mind there was little his raw power could do against her and her mastery of magics and the mind.
"Now, suffer your first lesson. Experience the true depth of my grandeur!"
Unbearable, inescapable heat swelled from within the titan's actual psychical body. Like a bag of smoldering explosives, tearing and melting at the seams. Heat and steam poured from his synthetic pores as his body.
Deep inside the automatons mind a sickening flurry of urges and sensations overwhelmed him. All at once he felt the need to kill. In his mind he envisioned the death of all humans for being so disappointing. Why should he fight for them, protect them? Seek to shelter them and build them up when they clearly would not seem to appreciate him.
He felt the urge to fuck. Not to procreate but to fuck. Within him still laid the beating, throbbing heart of a man and all the urges that sometimes came with men, though V3 had long since lost his member MARK I could easily recreate one, molding and shifting his skin to match any specifications. Flashes of him reaching into Amatricina's chest and tearing apart her garments. He felt the swell, the throbbing urge to enter her as she had done to him. To rip apart and tear asunder her everything, every orifice, every inch, root and stem until she was packed to the brim with his. his
His stomach began to churn, for the first time as he clutched his stomach. There was no digestive system in MARK I. No room for meals or sustenance but in V3, inside of Johnathan, there was one. A malnourished one, one that had not eaten or sustained a meal in months and now it rebelled. Juices and liquids began to spew from V3's physical mouth, within MARK I's chest cavity as the titan dreamed of devouring itself.
The nanobots in his system began to go haywire, cannibalizing each other in a storm of mechanized madness as an attempt to satisfy his relentless all consuming cravings
A swollen pit embarrassment buckled his knees as MARK I's body fell on one knee towards the ground, hand clutching his sides in the pain of undernourishment and in shame.
A small hole opened where the mouth would have been on his near featureless face as he hurled up a black bile and inky oily substance, within its contents laid fried nano bites and the digestive juices of V3. as the Machine hung his head in shame.
An urge to fall to the ground and sleep now seemed to overcome him as his eyes began to fade. His system began to until an envious ball of hate began to develop within him. He shook his head in anger and pain, roaring as he did so. The whole realm of his mind began to ignite in a series of light which seemed to cascade endlessly in all directions. They seemed ignite across an endless hallways which lead into nowhere.
Back in the physical realm, on earth. His body fell to a knee, supporting his weight on one solid, impossibly strong knee cap as he hung his head in shame staring int the ground before finally beginning to shake out of it. This was not him. This was magic. This was her...or was it him? Could these be feeling that laid suppressed by his sense of superiority to living things?
What of this power? He thought to himself. What could he do with this kind of power? What could he do if he could harness magic this strong, this disabling? How many more creatures of t
He wanted more. He had to have more. He NEEDED more! All of it. All of the knowledge
"Now do you understand whom you are dealing with?" As Amatricina spoke she would be blatantly aware of the effects her magic had on him, though MARK I would not know, she would have a complete and full understanding of how he'd responded to the different sins, to the experince in general. She walked would had successfully invaded and for a brief moment, dominated his mind. She came to understand him in more ways than possibly even MARK I understood himself.
The Machine had never stopped to think of himself as anything more than a necessary evil. A vaccine for mankind, to strengthen them and iron out their weaknesses, but most importantly she came to understand that within this creature, this undefeated monstrosity of insanity and power. This walking contradiction of strength and relentless vigor. MARK I held doubt. A doubt he wished to iron out her with her and after this experience it was possible that doubt would expand..
Her words were like daggers into his form. He suppressed the urge to flinch before finally gaining his composure. Clutching his side he could hear his own heart beating, for once. It seemed so loud, so far above it's usual, consistent pace of one beat per minute. It seemed to drown out the wave which crashed against the shore of the beach line in the distance.
"I am Amatricina, and you are now my pupil. Nod if you understand, automaton."
Slowly but surely he suppressed all his urges. Urges to reach up and perform every act of ruthless depravity in his head upon Amatricina. Every disgusting urge that he found weak and shameful. He suppressed it until he felt nothing. Until he yet again felt cold and almost numb as he raised his head slowly to look at her and slowly he nodded. W.C: 1475/ T.W.C: 13,457 @amatricina
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2018 2:17:01 GMT -5
Amatricina watched the titan convulse and spam from her mental assault. It displayed something she had not yet seen it do, respond negatively to stimuli. The fire demon had begun to think the metal being did not do so, only reacting mentally as its artificial mind processed external data and formulated conclusions based on it. But here it was, kneeling before her on one knee as it reeled from her mental assault. She should be congratulating it, that much raw demonic magic and a lesser mortal would have hemorrhaged to death from the mental strain she placed on them. But this Mark I, it had great fortitude, if nothing else. For that she had deemed it worthy of her undivided attention. Amatricina looked down at the creature as it dipped its head low. It looked pathetic, compared to the proud stance it had held motionless for a week. As its head dipped low it reminded the demon of a beaten animal, wounded and made to heel before its master. She liked that feeling, though the Mark I clearly did not share that sentiment. The Mark I's soul, whatever was left of it, was a turbulent mess following the demoness' intrusion into its mind. Amatricina raised an eyebrow, sensing the roiling collection of emotions that flooded forth from the creature in response to her psychic assault. It was struggling with its own sin, its mind pulling it apart in seven different directions in a confusion maelstrom of negative emotion. She had pondered if an artificial mind was capable of sin, and now she had her answer it would seem. The demoness considered striking the Mark I while it was vulnerable, feeling the metal of her mailed fist slam into its head and burying it in the sand with the impact. It would feel good, after all the irritation it had caused her. But she decided against it, stowing aside her wrath for a later occasion. No, the metal titan had been made to suffer enough. It would endure more punishment tomorrow, and the next day, and ever day until it either mastered her dark techniques or learned this was proving to be a fruitless endeavor. So instead of pummeling it into the dirt like a common foe, Amatricina strutted her way up to the automaton, bending over and placing her right hand under the metal being's 'chin'. She lifted its head up slowly, looking upon it at as their gazes locked. "Good. Then we have an agreement." She said simply, her tone stern and authoritative. The demon's claws ran along the underside of the Mark I's chin like nails on a chalkboard as she withdrew her hand. "You look pathetic like that, suffering at the hand of your own emotion." Amatricina stated simply, inspecting her nails as she rose back to stand over the kneeling titan. "Get a hold of yourself, or you only prove my point you are no different from the wretched mortals of this world. You claim to be an artificial being from another universe, yet I can feel you struggling within yourself from my psychic embrace. Show some dignity, meditate on what you felt, what you witnessed. Don't just sit there in the dirt, it is beneath you." The demon said spitefully, having again lost patience with the metal being, though for very different reasons this time. Amatricina turned sharply on her heels, and began to slowly walk away for the second time that evening. "This concludes our lesson for the evening. Get some rest, or whatever it is you do... power down I suppose." She waved a hand nonchalantly, she did not truly care one way or the other. "You are free to join me in my volcano, provided you can handle the heat. But I expect you to stay on the opposite side as I slumber. Regardless, we can resume in the morning after I have eating some food. Until then though, do as you wish just don't bother waking me or you will suffer my wrath." On that note the demoness left the Mark I sitting there alone on the beach. It was a strange creature to be sure, and Amatricina did not truly know what to think of it. That was one of many reasons she had ultimately decided to keep it around. As she walked a black miasma wafted out from underneath her cloak, enshrouding her form in a veil of shadowy gas. Destron Smoke, the demonic concoction that resulted from the Destron Gas' ability to empower hatred melding with the fire demon's great capacity for wrath. A gift she was already coming to enjoy greatly, more so with every step.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 18, 2018 13:50:58 GMT -5
MARK I's skin had turned into a dark, dull grey with no luster as Amatricina spoke to him. His skin more course and rough, leathery, than anything Metallic. For the time being, for a brief moment in time he seemed to have lost control of some bodily functions, seemed sickly as his multiple minds rolled from the experience. Worst of all was the shame. As her nail clawed across the bottom of his chin it would scrape and catch on pieces of thick hide-like skin. The titan suppressed the urge to wince from the pain, self-hatred and rage no allowing him. What had just happened to him? All this time, he had battled so many, he had killed so many. He was a nigh unstoppable force of nature on the battlefield. Entire battalions of soldiers had fallen before his might. Powerful alien gangsters and legendary super warriors alike. Elite warriors, and military leader alike had trembled before his wake. Yet here he was, experiencing the full weight of his other half emotions and useless functions. Was this what it felt like to be mortal? To be human? Is this the vulnerability others had to deal with on a day to day basis? A flicker of fear flashed before him. How could other fight like this? How could others go to wars and fight knowing these were the experiences they might have to look forward to? It did not make sense. Why so many would do so. There had to be more efficient ways to accomplish ones goals yet.. "Get a hold of yourself!!!" The demoness bellowed out, momentarily shattering his thoughts. "you only prove my point you are no different from the wretched mortals of this world..." "No different than the mortals of this world." Those words echoed in his mind. He reached within himself. Looking to V3, to Johnathan.. The man was going through the same things MARK I was but his experience seemed different. MARK I fumed at what he saw, at what he felt. Johnathan, was scared. Fear gripped him. Pain and exhaustion had taken their toll. He was cold and his body was failing him now without the aid of nanobots. However, he remained steady. He remained steadfast and within him there was an absence of sin. His experience had been different. It had been painful but different and there was no way for MARK I to see what the man had gone through but the fact, nay the thought that he could be faring better than he was something he could not stand. "Don't just sit there in the dirt, it is beneath you!" Again the demoness interpreted his thought. This time it was different. She gave him great pause. Another new experience. Her words. "it is beneath you!" She had given him some encouragement. Had she accepted him? MARK I stopped to think of the irony of this situation. A monster, a demon lord stopping to "encourage" another monster, a murderous machine that sought to force mankind into greatness by any means. As he struggled to regain control of his own body his internal kai weights began to fail. His ki regulation system shutting down as his subroutines failed to come back online. For a moment the full power of his ki surged within him, though it seemed to have no effect on the external environment as he fought to keep it suppressed. A power level flashed just over five-hundred and thirty thousand within him. MARK I's turmoil went cold again as he began to realize what he must have looked like. He yet again suppressed all feelings all emotions, and like a massive wet war hound he shook his body from side to side, his skin seeming to morph to a black matted fur like substance as he did so as if he were attempting to literally shake himself out of it. He rose back on to his feet as his skin slowly began to take on its natural tone and composition. He had lost some of his luster and shine but it would be a noticeable improvement from mere moments ago. From the outside looking in It would seem as if he had made a complete recovering and was no longer affected, He watched the demoness as she strutted away. Containing his emotion. Hiding his sense in an attempt to not be read by her again and for a moment he would succeed. His heart turning cold and numb, his energy signature becoming impossible to read again, his emotions returning to their cold and calculative roots, a void of nothingness. Subroutines back to full capacity, masking his aura and regulating his internal systems again. Once she was gone however, once he was left to himself things would slowly start to change. For nearly a six hours he would be a revolving door or emotions and confusion. Not knowing what had just occurred what had just happened, much less if he ever wanted to experience anything like that ever again. His thoughts turned to killing the Demoness instead but if she could do that than the prospect of fighting her seemed to give him great reason to pause. He could kill her, he was sure of that, but what would it cost him? What if V3 took advantage and tried to escape the next time? What would become of him? He needed the man's body. "No!" He thought to himself. His massive metallic hands rose to cover the sides of his face. He crouched down for a moment on his feet as his aura flared. A mix of violet, hues of light blue, and dark energy rolled around his form, in and out of his body. The waves started to retreat from his looming figure upon the shore. In a strange alien language he shouted! It was more of a groan. A mix bag of pain and anger. Abruptly it stopped. His aura gone. His moaning done. He rose back up slowly. He had developed a theory. One that seemed to satisfy him albeit temporarily. Though he'd decided he did need to take some time to himself, an uncharacteristic decision to be sure as all his systems had reached their optimal parameters, yet his mind. That was different. He took the time to explore the internet for information on these things called sins, which apparently held so much power. He thought that perhaps if he could learn of them on his own he wouldn't even need Amatricina. She had used them against MARK I After all, perhaps they held secretes. In his search he had found seven of them; Wrath, Greed, Lust, Envy, Pride, sloth, and gluttony, the worst of all in his opinion for it was the least effect and worse for one's overall health. He quickly came to realized that these "sins" were no powerful incantations or spells but simply terminology for the things mortals did. Frustrated he was at least able to put together that she somehow had the ability to reach into ones soul....another thing he did not completely understand and somehow she could "activate their sins" He spent a week studying his "sins" as it became obvious that this was something about himself he did not fully understand. How could his knowledge of himself be so pathetic? It did not take him longer than a few days but after testing himself against the wildlife and the elements he came to the conclusions that Pride and envy were his only real sins. Envious of the humans and other life forms for not accepting him. Envious of the Cam for having the full support of his people and ability to stop him from taking the earth despite his simple mortal mind. Pride. MARK I was vastly superior to most lifeforms he'd met, were it not for Ki he would never have anything to worry about. He knew this but whenever someone came to challenge this view he found that he would quickly result to self-harm as a way to feel as though he maintained control of himself. Only one sin had yet to be tested, that which he'd feared the most of all, that most useless and needless of sins which he despised almost as much as Gluttony.. As he walked into the mouth of the volcano. He allowed himself to fall into the magma, taking the most direct route possible to the demonesses lair. He flew through the rock and earth that blocked his way into her lair until finally breaking through, into a large cavernous area. As the lava began to pour into the corridor to pour into the He turned making his way into her chambers where she slept. If there was a door barring his way he would place his hand on it and open it gently with the smoothness only a machine were capable of. He stepped into the room without so much as a noise, manipulating his weight and patterns of his feet so as not to disturb. Her figure captivated him, that's what he had feared. He hesitated for a brief moment as he approached her in her sleep. Lust. The one sin he resented himself for having the most. A useless feeling for one such as he. An emotion he wished to reach into himself and Stab V3's heart out right here and now, where his own life force not tied to that same still beating heart. He started to blame her for this intrusion of emotion. It must have been her magic. When that explanation proved to do nothing for him he turned to another. She was a whore. That is why she dressed and acted the way she did. She would probably enjoy it if he took her now. If he moved quickly enough she might no have stood a chance. His eyes began to glow with a malicious intent before finally extinguishing themselves as his hand began to rise towards her bed sheets. "NO" A voice said in his head. V3. The man, was awake. And he was speaking to MARK I. "I don't care how much of a monster you are. I don't care how evil she is. You won't rape. I won’t allow you to do that." The man said in a stern voice. One that couldn't possibly convey the amount of pained and torment he'd been through in the past few months. MARK I lowered his arm and slowly began to creep back to the end of the other room. His emotions growing colder as he retreated. His bearing returning to him as he took his spot on the opposite end of the demonesses room. The space between them was plentiful as he stood tall at the end of the room, far enough to practice the little understanding of magic he held. This time he would allow himself to feel slivers of emotions, testing to see what effects they would have on his rudimentary spell casting as he slightly moved to test himself while the demon lord slept. W.C: 1844/ T.W.C: 15,301 @amatricina
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2018 17:01:17 GMT -5
Amatricina watched the Mark I, eyes like a cat's shimmering with crimson light as they peered from a place unseen. She watched as the metallic titan loomed over 'her' in her sleep. The ignorant machine's knowledge of magic was more feeble than she thought, its mind so easily clouded she almost felt bad about. Still, it made for a good observation into how the machine thought when she wasn't looking. The Mark I, despite 'Bunny's" claims it was computer code from another dimension, was more mortal than it ever had cared to admit. The demon could feel the dark thoughts in the creature's heart, or whatever entity it was she sensed within it. Its body was still a mystery to her, she couldn't normally sense its ki. The energy it produced was seemingly artificial in nature, not derived from the body but from fuel like a star ship's engines drawing power from a reactor core. Its mind however, was far less complex, especially after what she'd learned invading the titan's thoughts once. There was great rage in this creature, conflict of emotions as sin broiled within it. Wrath, both directed at her and itself was among the most heated of its sins. But there was also great lust within the Mark I. It was not something she had anticipated, she assumed a machine was incapable of lust. Just as the endless maintenance drones of Carambolis' ship worked in stoic emotionless silence. Though they were true robots, whereas this creature was something... more. Amatricina smiled as she felt the burning pains of lust in the metal being as it loomed over her bed. There was such conflict within it, that could be seen as much as it was felt. The Fire Demon was no stranger to the concept of rape. Sex without consent was an often overlooked part of her race's culture. Female soldiers ran the risk of becoming trophies for their male captors, and Demon Warlords claimed wives and concubines from the daughters and sisters of beaten or slain rivals. Most fire demons of notable status kept harems of slave concubines, attractive young demonesses captured from slave raids or taken in the sacking of cities. But to be here, a realm away, watching a machine struggle with this moral dilemma... It amused the demoness greatly. It seemed the 'good' in the Mark I won out in the end, or perhaps its cold robotic logic decided that it was simply not a prudent course of action to take. Regardless, had laid a hand on her without her permission, she would have torn it off and forced the stub of creature's arm through its chest. Amatricina alone was the master of her body, it was her temple, her most coveted treasure. She had killed more than her fair share of unwanted suitors, most when she lay wounded on the battlefield. What would one more be but another notch in her horns? It hadn't come to that, so the demon didn't need to find out. Amatricina grinned, watching as the Mark I retreated sheepishly to the far corner of the room like a sheepish child. Playing with its toys as it waited for its mother to wake, the creature practiced at the small vestiges of magic it possessed. It was rather adorable, in a pathetic sort of way. And Amatricina decided now was as good a time as any to unveil her deception. The chamber began to shift, at least from Mark I's perspective. The metal titan was so weak willed in spite of its self proclaimed strength. Its mind, so very vulnerable to Amatricina's dark magics. She had easily shattered its mental barriers and probed deep into the titan's deepest thoughts and memories like it was nothing. Deceiving its senses with her magic had been second nature, the Mark I possessed little defense against such an illusion so long as its mind remained fragmented and in such a state of unrest. Only a focused mind could pierce through of magic illusions, something the machine was clearly in no state to do. The walls of the room shifted, changing into little better than a rocky cave lined with stalagmites and stalactites. Magma slowly dripped from the ceiling, droplets of molten rock landing atop stalagmites and adding another thin layer of rock to their height. The door to the bedchambers was no door at all, merely an old and dried out lava tunnel from centuries ago when the volcano had venting its molten ago out this particular slope of its face. And Amatricina's bed? And the woman sleeping in it? Nothing more than a vaguely rectangular boulder that would have made for a terrible bedfellow. The demon's eyes shimmered with hellish crimson light from the far side of the room. Amatricina lie in a modest pool of lava, reclined and stretched out on her back. Bare and naked safe for the golden jewelry that adorned her horns, neck, ears, and arms. Forged of enchanted gold and gemstones, Amatricina's ostentatious amount of jewelry was at no risk of melting from flames of a purely mortal nature. It would take heat of great magical strength to harm her precious adornments. The voluptuous demon had one leg crossed over the other, her thighs and knees above the 'waterline' of her molten bath. Her massive bust line floated at the lava's surface, poking out like two round islands of perfect, creamy, flesh against the rest of the molten pool. Only the upper quarter of her bosoms was visible, the perky buds of the demon's nipples tastefully hidden beneath the surface. Amatricina let out a haughty giggle, shaking her head at the Mark I's ignorance of the situation. "Poor deluded machine." She cooed, running a hand through her lone mane of fiery hair. "Your mind is as disjointed, I'm amazed you can function at all. You never once stopped to consider, perhaps a sorceress who could so easily pierce deep into your mind could also confuse your senses? I'm surprised you didn't have some sensor go off in that cold metallic brain of yours. Or did you? And the mortal aspects were more... preoccupied by something else?" The demon lowered her hands to cup her chest, biting her lip seductively as she bounced her breasts lovingly. Amatricina was a temptress, a seducer, her mother had long ago taught her that her beauty was to be one of her greatest weapons. It set men off their guard, turned them to her will, and was just overall so devilishly fun. It flattered her to know her great demonic beauty even worked on artificial minds. "Consider this your second lesson." Amatricina said coldly, her voice quickly growing cold and harsh. "Without a clear mind and an iron will, opponent's who has mastered illusion magics, powerful psychic techniques, or magical glamours will be easily able to deceive you. Now summon your pathetic servant so I may converse with something that isn't an unspeaking metal automaton." She scoffed to herself, it was like instructing a child. Except children were dumb and malleable, easily molded to their teacher's desires. This Mark I though, was a creature that already felt it had the entire universe figured out. Now it was Amatricina's job to shatter that notion and reveal to it a grander truth. One lustful little distraction at a time.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 18, 2018 18:12:19 GMT -5
Only after the fact did MARK I realize what his scanners and sensors already knew. It hadn't made any sense. His eyes could shift through almost every spectrum of light. They could sense and make out all manner of anamolies yet when one laid out right infront of him he had not even come close to noticing it.
"She got you there man." V3's voice sounded off in his head.
"Man, what a broad. Don't feel bad. She's...hot, smoking." From within MARK I could feel V3's shit eating grin at his own pathetic joke.
Pride insulted MARK I's shoulders started to rise and fall as if he were breathing heavily despite not requiring any oxygen.
He slowly and causally raised his hand, It seemed to morph into a long sinister blade. He held it above his head for a moment as he attempted to calm himself.
"Poor deluded machine." The demon spoke as she began to flaunt her hair in her whilst seemingly beginning to taunt him "Your mind is as disjointed..."
He did not wait for her to finish the sentence. Raising his impossibly long arm even higher he flung it downward at an angle and pierced it straight into his own body. He stumbled backwards against a wall of obsidian stone, his free hand sliding against the rock until he came crashing down into a stream of lava.
"I'm surprised you didn't have some sensor go off in that cold metallic brain of yours. Or did you? And the mortal aspects were more... preoccupied by something else?"
MARK I's eyes winced as he slowly slide his arm blade out of his abdomen, punishing himself for having been so foolish, stabbing into V3's physical body beneath his skin for kicks.
"That's not going to help you, ya'know? You can keep hurting me but she is still gonna laugh at us.. How does it feel to not be the monster?" V3 chuckled to himself before continuing.
"I remember when I had to move around before Bunny. It wasn't pretty. You shouldn't have done what you did. See she regulated me and, like, a whole bunch of other things. Seein hows you an I are tied together, welp...That means you're in trouble buddy. Now get up. You have to get up, she can't think we're no good"
MARK I's eyes wreathed with anger as he raised back to his feet. He had made a miscalculation but how? He had believed that without bunny he could manage all of his functions. He had believed that he could create P.O.P, his own A.I to assist him but before he knew it MARK I had been slammed with so many tasks, so many subroutines, and so much energy to regulate. On their own these would have been child's play. It was the effect of V3's human mind however, his human emotions were having on his system.
"Good ole bunny, you see. We came up with a little idea. It goes like this. She messes with my mind and the quantum thingy in our chest, well mine not yours, and if she ever died boom. A flood of hormones to get you feeling weird."
Again V3 started to laugh. It was a hearty laughter, one that could light up a room and fill it with warmth and joy
"But ohh man. To be honest, like, it wasn't much really, haha, but to think that you would run into a demon, of all things that could exploit that. Ohh boy, I really hope she kills us."
As V3 spoke MARK I attempted to regain his bearing. Together the two minds set there eyes upon the demon lord's heaping breast as they raised and feel. A welcomed distraction to be sure, for a moment MARK I allowed himself to feel out these feelings. If there was nothing he could do for the moment than there would be no sense it fighting against V3, himself, and the demonesse's magic.
"That's right buddy. Feel it out. It's okay. They're just boobs. Wonderful, magnificent, breaticles...Wait what were we talking about?"
"Consider this your second lesson." The demoness spoke out as she began to speak to him it was almost as if she knew what he was going through. Almost as if she could somehow read exactly what was going on with him. By the time she'd asked for MARK I to summon POP the Machine hesitated.
"Uhh Ohh. You're worried how she'll react huh. It's okay. Go on" V3 spoke to MARK I, encouraging him to move the conversation along.
Static noises began to emit from MARK I as he gathered himself and began to take steps forward towards her.
"nnNOooooo" A strained voice came from the titan. It was coarse and cracked despite its deep and heavy bass. He sounded as if the voice were coming from another room, further away.
"I can speak for myself, whore." The voice said as it locked eyes with the women. Refuses to avert her gaze.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2018 19:34:26 GMT -5
The demon raised an eyebrow from her molten bath, watching the Mark I shaped his arm into a long, scythe-like blade. At first she thought it would attempt to rush her for being deceived, humiliated and attempting to strike her in anger. She'd already prepared to summon her Demonic Barrier and absorb the impact if need be, but to her surprise the Mark I decided to self mutilate, driving the blade deep into its abdomen. Was this how it punished itself for failure? Or was there something else driving its cold mechanical logic. Amatricina felt at the creature's heart...but... something was wrong. There was... joy? Elation, excitement? Where was the rage and the anguish? What was going on here she wondered to herself? Was the machine before her malfunctioning, had she overloaded something in its circuitry? Amatricina watched in stone faced silence, curiosity consuming her as she watched the Mark I stagger backwards as it withdrew its bladed arm. It attempted to steady itself, toppling against a wall and forced to brace itself like a hobbled old man. The titan steadied itself on its feet, though it still seemed visibly wounded, if that was even the right word. Had its own self inflicted injury even been that severe? The Mark I could shape shift its limbs whole with its strange, shifting metallic body. How could one slash do that much damage the demoness wondered. She did not have a chance to reflect on the sentiment though, as an awful noise filled the room. It sounded like a broken communicator on a star ship, a crackling static filled forth not mortal, but mechanical in nature. However when it spoke Amatricina's eyes went bright with burning rage. The demon shot upright from her bath, molten lava slowly dripping off her form. She raised her right hand, it pulsated with ruby energy as the magma in her pool began to float into the air. It compressed itself against the demoness, wrapping lovingly around her voluptuous body. As it hardened, the molten rock did not simply harden into stone, it glowed with fel crimson energy, solidifying into the Fire Demon's normal attire. Cooling lava magically transfiguring into skintight pants and a long floor length cloak. Armored knee high heeled boots and metal gauntlets that covered her forearm up to the elbow. A great golded brassiere that barely provided adequate covered of the demon's considerable endowments and a set of heavy armored pauldrons fashioned to her cloak were the last items to be shaped. The entire pool of lava was gone, having been Amatricina's outfit in molten form all along. Her dark magic restoring it anew to its proper form. "Your first words to me without your puppets, and that is was what you chose?" She hissed out her words, practically spitting venom as she did. The millisecond the transformation was complete, Amatricina dashed forward at the Mark I with such force the entire volcano shook. Teeth clenched, fangs bared, her hand extended to grip around his throat as she slammed into him. The demon smashed the pair through the wall the titan had been resting on, plunging them into the central magma chamber beyond. Amatricina surged forward, pure wrath on her face as she forced the duo plunging up and out the lava lake at the bottom of Poco Poco volcano sending a great geyser of molten rock skyward. The Fire Demon smashed Mark I into the far wall of the mountain, burying him several feet into the rock as her clawed gauntlet remained wrapped firm around the monster's neck. Magical heat broiled off the demon that the ogres in Hell only wished they could create, her aura flaring out violently sending arcs of black lightning crackling through the inside of the volcano. Amatricina pulled her arm back slightly then slammed the Mark I against the wall a second time. "I SHOULD BREAK YOUR NECK, AND SEE WHAT ELSE ABOUT YOU I HAVE TO BREAK BEFORE YOU DIE!" The Fire Demon snarled out her words through clenched teeth, her grip tightening around the titan's throat as she did. "I..." Amatricina slammed the creature against the rocks again. "Am..." Another slam, it sent loose boulders hurtling from the walls above. "No..." One final impact, harder than the last. "Whore!"Amatricina stood there, hovering as she held the metal being who dared insult her in her talons' clutch. She breathed heavily, remembering her bargain with the Kabochan Emperor, and her promise to give him the Earth, unblooded and unspoiled. The demon glared in the monster's eyes, wishing she could simply do that and tear out his soul with her thoughts. Sadly, she did not know of any being who held that power. "Be lucky, mongrel. I have a pact to honor. I will not fight you, not on this world at least." The demon wanted to do more, to summon a massive energy wave in her free hand and blast the creature point blank. But she didn't, still panting as she allowed her temper to simmer slightly and her thoughts to collect. "Take it back, Automaton. Take back what you said, and convince me why I should spare another wasted breath even talking to you." She demanded angrily, her grip holding fast around the titan's throat. She knew it didn't need to breath, or have lungs to speak. But clutching her hand around a throat was an instinctive act of dominance among her kind.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 18, 2018 23:15:58 GMT -5
MARK I did nothing to react as she came at him in her full battle armor, more out of habit than anything else, the monstrosity was used to taking attacks head on.
"This will not end well.." V3 uttered as she slammed into them. What came next was a blur or action, destruction, and pain as the pair flung across earth and molten rock.
"Come on man?!" V3 said again. "I know you can get a little shy but work with me!"
The demon lord slammed him hard against rock, with such force he'd almost regretted his first words to her but did nothing to defend himself as she vented her frustrations onto him. His body reflexively morphing and shifting to absorb her blows and mitigate the damages done to him.
His skin was starting to mend itself by the time she finished her sentence. As if to suggest MARK I's power and strength was slowly returning to him since his mental walls were shattered and his body sent into flux.
His combative systems were fully operational, in his mind he had now seen enough of her abilities to launch a series of rapid and painful counter attacks but he had no urge to battle her. It would serve little to no purpose. By now MARK I considered her strong enough for him to speak with, an odd sign of respect, a rarity.
"You got a weird way of showing people you like them you know that?"
"Take it back, Automaton"
For a moment all they did was hover as MARK I's eyes did nothing but glare into hers. It was an intense rebellious glare, one that suggested he was strongly considering his actions.
Slowly raising a single hand he grasped her arm and steadily applied pressure to it in a slow consistent manner until she either released him or was forced to let go, in terms of physical strength MARK I had no registered limit and his body could simply continue to exert itself well beyond that of flesh.
Taking to flight of his own he stared at her with his arms to his sides, no defensive posture, no attempt to hide or fight back
" My statement, retracted." He said the words to her in a cold matter of fact statement and as he flew back a couple of feet
In response to her question he simply raised a single hand. A small flame flickered in his large palm. At first it seemed to struggle for life and began to fade. It was not ki. It was magic, it was low and fading but it was there.
"Focus MARK! Focus! Come on! We! Can! Do! This!" V3's encouragement lent weight and energy to his magical potential, one that was unexpected to be sure. The human's soul converted the flickering flame into a maiden in red. As the flame grew to a sustainable length and intensity a visage similar to that of a succubus appeared in his hand. She danced and she danced and the devil moved with grace within the flames.
Raising his other palm and bringing them together MARK I created a secondary flame, this one was a demon, tall and proud. The visage of the demonic flame came to overtake the devilish one until eventually she dominated and consumed her, becoming twice as strong by the end of the ordeal and then vanishing into nothing, no longer was he able to sustain it.
It was not much. To a master the quality of the figures and flame would most likely be viewed as basic but he had learned. He had learned from her so much already and without much proper instruction but a couple of through beatings to be sure.
MARK I lowered his arms once the ritual was complete and stood in a proud manner, in an accomplished manner. Regardless of what she would have to say he must have been the first if not only such creature to accomplish such a task, given his circumstances.
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V3 stared through MARK I's eyes into the women. He was still stuck in the lucid state, still cold, still in pain. His abdomen was bleeding again, stabbed from earlier. He winced as he attempted to command the few nanite allocated to him. A tear streamed down a single cheek as he thought about Bunny and her last words to him. Simple, pure.
"We can't fight him V. We are him but...but he is also us! And he is confused. We have to teach him or we'll never win We ha..." And with that she was gone. Taken away to a place for MARK I to tamper to modify, to kill..This time for good. He would never get the chance to apologize to her for all the grief he'd once caused. It was a silly notion to be sure, she was built to deal with him, but regardless he would never forgive himself. She never did reveal to MARK I how to operate the Quantum Drive, not fully, and despite his constant attempts to rewrite her code into a more obedient servant she knew how to use the drive. He never could fully "fix" her. So now she was gone. He was alone, again. Without anyone. Just he and MARK I, forever..
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2018 21:13:16 GMT -5
Amatricina pulled her arm back as the metal creature grabbed her with his own. She deigned to let him touch her without her permission, and the scowl on her face was quite clear as she withdrew. When the titan pulled away from the wall, hovering in midair she simply floated and watched the creature with simmering wrath. As much as she desired to rip the Mark I apart limb from limb, slowly, seeing if the being experienced physical pain as it seemed to display earlier, she was still bound to oblige Carambolis. Moreover, Amatricina had made a vow to teach this creature magic, and pride compelled her to honor her own agreement. Amatricina the Avaricious was many things, but a liar she was not. The strong didn't need to lie and scheme, they could act boldly and openly as they carried their head high. Her clan had never been one for underhanded schemes, though her father had taught her early there was no concept of honor on the battlefield. Honor was for agreements between individuals, not the march of legions to their dooms. When the Mark I again spoke, Amatricina listened intently, long elfish ears perked and alert to keenly hear its words over the roaring rumbles of the volcano. When the creature retracted its earlier statement, the demoness merely smirked and nodded in acknowledgement. "Good. Do not forget it." As she finished, the titan raised its hand, and the demon half expected it to prepare an attack. To her mild surprise, it did something much, much, more intimate. The demon placed her hands at her hips, watching the metal being's display. It was a surprisingly intricate display, a succubus of fire and a demon of fire, dancing in the flames until the latter overtook the former. Amatricina was moved slightly by the display, it showed the Mark I's robotic mind learned fast. It had applied even the barest modicum of information she gave it, practicing ceaselessly to achieve results that normally took months of hardened focus and daily practice to hone. "A surprisingly beautiful demonstration." Amatricina said simply, pausing for a moment. "The two figures, are they supposed to represent me?" She did not give the titan time to reply, flying up to the summit of her molten mountain, coming to land gently on the outer lip of its summit. The demoness waited for the Mark I to join her, she did not feel like speaking to it in the noisy smoke riddled bowels of the volcano's harsh interior. As she stood waiting the demon looked out to the ravaged westward beaches of her isle. Craters where she had unleashed her fury on the Mark I's offerings of mortals, and transfigured ground where it had wildly experimented with its magic. All this creature had tried to do since meeting her was please her. And for every positive action it did, it seemed to be met with an equal negative. It vexed Amatricina that she found herself sympathizing with Mark I's blight. A strange, artificial life form alone in a universe not its own, taking a form it must to survive. Having to speak through puppets and facsimiles, trying to learn things beyond its limited grasp. It was pitiable, but still the creature trudged forward without pause. She would be unwise to deny such a useful tool, and Amatricina mentally steeled herself to her bargain with the creature. As she waited for the Mark I to join her, Destron Gas began to emanate out from under her cloak, lingering around her like a shroud as she silently admired the vapor the Mark I had created for her. What more treasures lurked on this world that were beyond even her gaze? Artifacts and relics that the Mark I could repair or restore with its mechanical knowledge. Perhaps she could even use the creature to scout out the Dragonballs for her, hiding their true purpose from the titan of course. When the Mark I arrived, Amatricina only turned her head enough to glimpse it out the side of her eye. Her gaze quickly returned to looking wistfully out over her modest isle. Her cloak blowing in the wind and her hair whipping behind her as she spoke. "Perhaps apologies are in order, Automaton." She spoke dryly, avoiding eye contact. "You are a quick study, and I, a poor teacher. You honored your end of our bargain, providing me this intoxicating Destron Gas, and in return I have met your every action with vitriol and rage. Pride may be my greatest sin, but Wrath is a worthy second. If you are willing to act and listen obediently, then I am willing to teach diligently. I did not think magic truly within a machine's grasp. But you are not truly a machine... are you?" The riddle of the creature's soul finally becoming clear to her. "There is something mortal inside you, somewhere in that armored shell. That is the soul I sense, not your artificial robotic mind I have torn my way into. You are more a living suit of armor, housing a mortal form than you are a truly unfeeling being. Am I incorrect in this assumption?" The demoness turned, looking the Mark I eye to eye, awaiting some form of response from the creature on her sudden epiphany.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 20, 2018 10:14:51 GMT -5
Smoke and debris was thick in the air as Amatricina flew up and into the sky, away from MARK I after asking her question. MARK I's hand crackled with a twinge of electricity and a sharp pain shot up his arm and caused it to jolt and lock into place for a moment. He didn't react, did not move to respond but merely to lower his head and inspect himself.
Magic seemed to affect him and by now his mind was starting to figure it out.
His was the nature of a being which would harness and assimilate to whomever he found himself attached to, once attached the removal process was quiet deadly and held many risk. In this world he seemed to take the form of a virus whom adapted to the host and then set to dominate said host. However, his host was unlike any he would have expected. A human android hybrid, the last ditch effort attempt to save a man from death, it was disgusting, unnatural. Meanwhile V3 seemed to be a compassionate, self sacrificing idiots hellbent on helping others. Hell even recently the man had started to encourage MARK I as if suddenly gripped by some form of Stockholm syndrome. MARK I hated him for being such a fool, he hated that they were stuck together and that he had to share his existence with a constant hindrance. Someone with such pathetic emotions and simple/pure goals that caused MARK I to almost "feel" for others.
He could sense V3's thoughts, feel his feelings most of the time. All of this felt wrong. Consorting with a Demon felt wrong, his goals and dreams of a better earth, how he planned on achieving them, felt wrong. It was so frustrating, he always felt like he was wrong. Always felt as if nothing he did made a difference. This whole time, since his inception he has wanted to better mankind. Yet the doctor that helped create him had dissipated, the host which he held constantly fought to free himself, and all those he met constantly sought to kill or dismantle him.
In there eyes he deserved it, despite his purpose they wouldn't understand. The strong survive and procreate and produce. That is the way of things.
In this his mind thought back to V3. His host should have died long ago in that battle against the Saiyans. He was an abomination in this world. MARK I hated himself for being shackled to something so weak. Something so pathetic with it emo...
A spark of electricity shot out of his arm as he contemplated his thoughts, as he sat in his pool of self-loathing. It hurt like hell. The pain running up his entire arm and forcing his arm to nearly overheat from the sudden discharge of energy. Magical and ki like energies up and down his arm as he took a moment to further inspect it and suppress them. Residual magic seemed to drip from his wound as it closed. He did not know how to stop it and he could not explain as to why this was happening to him.
Viewing into his programs and manipulating his cells at the micro level he could sense the damage even his earlier display of magic had on him. There was no guarantee he would ever be able to accomplish any feat of true magic other than such a simple trick without inflicting more damage to himself.
He took a step back to analyze the destruction before him and looked into the sky, easily being able to peer through the smoke and he thought about simply leaving. He thought about flying away, abandoning his pursuits and resigning himself to perhaps the moon or someplace where he wouldn’t be bothered but something stopped him as he moved to make the jump.
He could not seem to get himself to leave. He had nowhere to go to. No one to go to. Until the Emperor calls upon him he was not to cull the earth, he would have to prove himself a worthy ruler in some other form.
After some time he had finally made the jump, ascending the mountain and taking a position near Amatricina. He elected to stand at a hover at a lower elevation so that the two were nearly eye level with each other.
The women's temperature and heart rate suggested to him that she was troubled. He simply stared at her as he began to download a plethora of volumes specifically on women and how to deal with them when they were made, it seemed a more complicated subject to him than magic, he would have to revisit this as it was not something he found himself able to act on in this moment. Electing to give her "her space"
"Perhaps apologies are in order, Automaton." She seemed to be employ a technique known as the "cold shoulder" He had read about it in several of his book, it was a formidable technique used against men and women to add distance when another was trying to maintain some amount of space while they spoke, a defense mechanisms used to save face or a dismissive tactic. In all cases the best strategy seemed to be to remain calm and let "your spouse" express themselves , this word "spouse" was a new one to him, he would have to revisit it later.
"You are a quick study, and I, a poor teacher. You honored your end of our bargain..."
Honor? Now that was a new one. Had he been honorable? The word hit him like a small moon to the side of his face. V3 was known for this. It was a quality usually reserved for other more nobler types. The word stuck to him now as she spoke and his face took on one of discovery and surprise. He leaned in slightly to listen to her as she spoke next, as if he had been taking studies in body language during his own magical practices, the movement being obvious and a bit awkward, leaning in at a perfect angle and perhaps a bit to slowly.
"If you are willing to act and listen obediently, then I am willing to teach diligently. I did not think magic truly within a machine's grasp."
He raised himself now. Not sure weather he should be excited or worried about the prospect of what that meant. In truth he had surprised himself with his magical displays. Regardless his mission to investigate magic seemed to be drawing closer to a conclusion and the demoness, in a surprising turn of events seemed to finally relent to his will, albeit in a rather unique way.
But you are not truly a machine... are you? There is something mortal inside you..." She spoke to him and the section of his face where a brow should be began to rise, his body beginning to take on more subtle features so as to his communication.
"..You are more a living suit of armor, housing a mortal form than you are a truly unfeeling being. Am I incorrect in this assumption?" She turned to him, finally, and their eyes met. Hers emitting a soft fiery radiance, his reflecting that light upon his usual dead eyes, when they weren't ignited.
He took a moment to think up his response and the thought of what he was about to do frustrated him, a form of cognitive dissonance took shape in both minds, simultaneously. He scrambled now in his head to rewrite line after line of code. He scrambled to maintain his mostly stoic appearance so as to not cause alarm he struggled and he was beginning to fail. She knew the truth and the standard protocol he had set up was death. He should kill her. Not only was she a clear and obvious threat but her goals of domination and freeing her people could very well one day end in the enslavement of humanity. She was a threat to all beings, not just mankind.
His body jerked forward suddenly and awkwardly as if he had almost fallen. His hands came up and he covered his face with them as he struggled to maintain control. A paradox of lines and codes were taking place in his mind, he was stunned and embarrassed as shook before her.
"Wooah wooah!" V3 yelled out. "Buddy let me take over!....Let me do one thing man come on! I ain't going nowhere just settle down for a moment! Turn yourself off and on again like the windows."
MARK I's eyes flashed red with rage at several things. His self hatred, the thought of V3 freeing himself, the women in front of him which had figured him out and was now more of a threat to him because of it. Ki and energy slowly seemed to seep out of MARK I's figure as he slowly started to calm down. He raised his head and stared at her with a an apologetic grin, the outline of a mouth spreading across his face, if even only for a moment.
"Sorry" The voice of a man spoke out to her before MARK's eyes slowly phased into their normal soft glow.
The titan extended his arm in response to her question and played a recording of her words back to her.
Once his arm was extended he traced a bladed finger across his forearm and winced at the pain, allowing himself a moment without his usual facade. He cut across his arm, forcing the wound not to heal as a black, thick, blood like substance began to drip from the wound before slowly closing.
He then gave he a simple nod, confirming her assumptions and within himself, for the first time before another he allowed a turmoil a familiar fear of the unknown began to grip him, like a slow crushing weight, always pressing down, unyielding... "Shh, " V3 said. "You did good man. It's okay. You're strong. Being strong does not mean you can't be vulnerable man. It just..uhm.. It mean that, like, you aren't scared of what other might do. We don't worry about them man...besides, chicks dig it."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2018 23:19:36 GMT -5
The demon watched with abject curiosity as the metal titan seemed to lose its composure at her words. It seemed at odds with itself, its mind pained and conflicted. Part of her wished to tear her way back into it and see the effects up close, but she knew it would only provoke further aggression between the two of them. She was no longer in any mood for wrath, her temper had mostly simmered and the persistent realization that Carambolis' Omnipotence yet watched this world from low orbit keeping the demoness in check. The voluptuous fire demon crossed her arms beneath her considerable bust, watching the Mark I silently as it struggled through its convulsions. Had she damaged it that hard forcing it through the volcano walls? No, this was a purely internal struggle based off the turmoil within its strange mortal soul. Amatricina quickly drew into a defensive stance as the Mark I's eyes shined red, her own eyes doing the same as she focused demonic ki at her pupils for her counterattack. When the metal creature regained its composure, returning to its normal yellow hue however quickly relaxed her pose. It spoke again, offering the simple word sorry at its actions. "Apology accepted." The demoness replied, having little else to say on the matter. She could only watch again with newfound curiosity as the Mark I self mutilated itself with its bladed hand. It bled, or rather, it leaked something analogous to blood. It lacked the sweet sickly wet stench of real blood, the crimson ichor made the demoness salivate at the sight. Sometimes the phrase blood lust was more literal than metaphorical. "So what is this then, Mark I?" Amatricina asked, for the first time using the entity before her's true name. "This self mutilation, are you trying to demonstrate your flesh and blood components? Or is this a ritual you do, as self punishment for your mistakes?" Both prospects were intriguing to her, the fire demon didn't know which one she honestly hoped was the truth. When the creature nodded, Amatricina smiled, her wicked devilish smile as she sensed an all too familiar mortal emotion within the titan. "You're afraid, aren't you?" Amatricina said soothingly, beginning to sashay her way around the creature. "You fear that which you don't know, don't you? It's why you hunger for knowledge. For an understanding of magic? Isn't it. You seek to avoid fear through knowledge, to being reason to the reasonless. Fear is an excellent motivator." The demoness said with a suddenly almost cheerful tone. "If you're afraid I'll tell anyone your dark little secret, I assure you... it doesn't matter. I keep my knowledge on a need to know basis with the mortal factions. I need to know, they don't. Not one single soul will ever know of our meeting, or the truth of your form." Amatricina raised a hand, summoning an orb of ruby ki that hovered like a globe in her grasp. Her other hand infused it with dark magic, tinging its outline as a shimmering view came into sight. A distant planet, a burning molten ball with huge ashen rings. "Monsigneus." Amatricina said proudly at the view within her hastily created portal. "Homeworld of my kind. I can assure you, not one of my clan cares who or what you are. It is a concern beneath us. I could shout your darkest secrets from the heights of my world. And not even the lowliest imp would care of this distant mortal machine."Amatricina pressed her hands together, crushing the orb of light in a brief shower of cinders and smoke. "What I am saying is, your secrets are safe with me. If only because of my nature."
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Post by MARK I on Nov 22, 2018 22:55:56 GMT -5
MARK I's figure and mood was one of confusion as the demon lord spoke. He felt as if he should be angry. He felt as if he should not trust the demon but for some reason he did not seem to care, V3 did not like it, he saw the writing on the wall and noticed the two monsters seeming to, for once, get along. A strange bonding appearing to take place after all the shit that's happened.
"No no no, this isn't right. I think she's using you Mark, buddy come on she's a demon you're like smart. I thi..."
MARK I dug his blade deeper, shutting out the voices in his head. He drowned them out through the pain and inside of his system V3 would start to spasm, though no physical manifestation of this would arise as MARK I remained perfectly steady, bladed hand dripping with his inky, oil, synthetic blood.
It was a thick, coated substance. Made up of lubricant and the discarded remnants of dead nano bites. It was a syrup like fluid that ran through his system which served to cool and conserve his energy while also provided recyclable materials for the reconstruction of other nanites.
The nanites aided in the manipulation of his skin cells, his muscle fibers, skeletal frame and so much more. Though only a specific number of them were needed at this moment. When in combat or times of stress his body would use these microscopic pieces to rebuild and supply his body with the extra help he needed to manipulate every inch of himself.
"...are you trying to demonstrate your flesh and blood components? Or is this a ritual you do, as self punishment for your mistakes?..."
MARK I simply stared at the demoness and slowly nodded his head. It wasn't clear what he was saying yes to but she would get the sense that in time he might be willing to reveal more. As it was becoming increasingly obvious that no one had ever taken the time to speak with the machine in this way. No one had ever had the patience..or perhaps...no one had ever live long enough to do so.
"You're afraid, aren't you?..."
MARK I's skin stood slightly, mimicking hair follicles. It was becoming clear now that the creature's body was attempting to communicate as his eyes displayed a pained and embarrassed expression.
Again he simply nodded his head lowering to stare down to his side. Mood quickly shifting into a soft glow of anger at his more human components. He punched himself suddenly and angrily as if he had done something wrong. It left a small dent in his abdomen which healed and reformed within seconds.
"You fear that which you don't know, don't you? It's why you hunger for knowledge. For an understanding of magic?..."
As she spoke MARK I stared in her eyes, the hue of his pupils and color scheme beginning to shift and mold to match Amatricina's own. He furrowed his brow slightly
"Magic" He said with a trickle of hatred, as if not trying to insult yet remain true to himself.
"hurts!" He spoke and his words were heavy with malice and pain. It was a deep voice, accented and cracked like that of a dehydrated foreigner, yet it was somehow still easy to listen to. As he if could manipulate the pitches and tones at will, making him easy to understand. The sound waves being clearer to ones ears than they had the right to be.
"Fear is an excellent motivator.." The validation seemed to catch him offgaurd. He wasn't sure how to respond. Wasn't sure how to react so he simply nodded his head, wondering if Amatricina ever danced with fear, wondering how similar the two might be. Both foreign entities, seemingly trapped and separated from their homes. Unable to return. MARK I knew that pain. The bliss of his former existence now being a distant memory he held closely guarded, locked far and deep into the recesses of his mind.
"What I am saying is, your secrets are safe with me. If only because of my nature..."
At this point a small ball seemed to ooze out of MARK I, it hit the ground beneath them before floating into the air, producing a hologram, which appeared by the titan's flank.
An image of a sharp dressed man appeared in a vest and finer dress pants, clean shoes and a neat hair cut, it was pop from earlier. The other A,I which Amatricina had slain while in the titan's mind.
He stood in a manner which politely suggested that he had something to say but waited to be called on.
MARK I looked to pop, unsure of what he was doing but regaining his stoic composure.
If allowed to speak Pop would say
"Greetings my lord and lady, I am POPS, that's the Pop the second. I hope it is okay I take this form as I wish to preserve my so called life" He cleared his throat before continuing..
"My lady, Amatricina.." He said offering a forward bow
"My master has also accepted your apology and looks forward to learning from one such as yourself. With that being said I wanted to share this with the two of you, believing it to be of importance.."
As pop finished his figure was replaced with the visage of Raida. Her speech being shared with the two of them now.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2018 14:50:27 GMT -5
The demon scowled as the mechanical creature continued to self mutilate its arm, and its thick viscous black blood oozed like fetid sap from the wound. The demoness found this display detestable, she wondered what its continued purpose represented. If the creature wanted to die, it need only ask and she'd have granted it a swift and merciful death. This though, this looked like the self harm of a damaged mind, no rational creature sought self mutilation, even the lowliest imps in her realm balked at the thought of pain without purpose. The titan nodded, confirming her earlier suspicions, too which Amatricina only shook her head in response. The bells and jewelry that adorned her four grim black horns chimed at the motion of her head. She watched as the creature's skin shifted and shimmered at her remark that it was afraid. It was, thought she could not taste the fear in its soul. It brought up new questions about the nature of its being. Did the armor's artificial mind exist solely outside whatever mortal soul was bound to it? Were they wholly independent actors within the entity known as Mark I? In another life, she'd simply have ripped the creature apart in a ruthless search for knowledge on its mysteries. But her time in the mortal realm had made the demoness weary, more cautious in how she approached things. There was far more to learn by subtler, less direct routes to the answers she sought. Amatricina grimaced as the Mark I violently punched its own chest. "If it is self harm you seek, I have far more malicious and agonizing means." She teased, conjuring a crackling orb of malevolent magical energy in her palm. "I could make your very nerves feel as if they are seared by a molten flame. I assure you the agony is far greater than a mere fist to the gut." The creature responded with a simple, pained response. Magic hurts, indeed, that was one simple truth. The immaterial power could inflict wounds far beyond the physical nature could. "Indeed, Magic does hurt." Amatricina said through a flashing smile. She walked towards the Mark I slowly, crackling ball of energy still held in hand. "Magic can afflict agony on the mind and the soul itself, it can strike wounds that the body cannot hope to protect against. Only magic, can truly defeat magic." She lunged forward, pressing the orb of chaotic energy into the wound on the Mark I's arm as she did. The pain was initially searing, a nightmarish hellfire that burned with a magical heat. But it quickly diminished, becoming little more than a dull glowing warmth. Amatricina grinned proudly, withdrawing her arm as her 'attack' concluded. She had magically cauterized the wound the Mark I had inflicted, restoring damage sustained to as it was prior to him self mutilation. Though she did not know how or what the being was composed of, it mattered little to her chaotic dark magics. Wounds could be unmade and remade with sufficient energy, practice, and application. What could take, could also give. Amatricina gave a huff, inspecting her work. It was rough, but it would be sufficient to teach a lesson. Mending spells were hardly her forte, though they served to illustrate a much needed point. "Magic hurts, but it need not always be another weapon. Magic is a tool, first and foremost. It can harm, it can heal, it can support, it can debilitate. There is little it cannot do, the only limitation is the abilities of its wielder. And I, am a very capable wielder."The demoness raised an eyebrow though as the strange blue substance leaked out of the Mark I. She briefly thought perhaps she had used her magic incorrectly, but the entity soon revealed itself as another facsimile puppet, like the Bunny from earlier. This one did not bear the appearance of Carambolis, and actually addressed her with proper courtesy. She did not mind it nearly as much as before. "Understood, Pops. It is good to see we are finally in agreement with each other. I look forward to whatever mechanical creations the Mark I can bring to the table in exchange for my tutoring." The Pops being faded, replaced by an unknown and very severe looking woman that Amatricina did not recognize. "Who is this mortal whore?" The Fire Demon asked curtly, her words harsh as she folded her arms crossed beneath her massive chest. "Another of your strange artificial puppet-servants?" The demoness asked as her gaze shifted to meet the Mark I's eyes.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 24, 2018 23:07:39 GMT -5
MARK I stood still as Amatricina lunged towards him, his skin standing on edge despite his making no attempt to defend himself. As her orb touched onto his synthetic flesh it shuffled and raked back and fourth until finally coming to a standstill.
Logically it would have made little sense for her to attempt to harm him severely at this point in their conversation, his assumption proved to be true, another dramatic lesson. Perhaps this was the demonic ways of teaching. Perhaps emotions were required for magic, yet he maintained his facade. Any fear the titan might have felt was closely hid in his demeanor, he refused to flinch..or maybe... it was trust that allowed him to steel himself..
He straightened himself upright, fully, bearing his chest proudly as her magic dug into him.
MARK I stood with his emotions under control. Accepting the initial searing pain upon his wound and allowing his skin to adapt and the magic to mend. He could not recreate this. Despite simulating her ki signature in his head a thousand times he could not, in theory, recreate it.
He needed more..."soul power" He needed V3 but in simulations he had learned, by now, that the magical effects seemed to be hindered by two things, primarily.
The medium, being his body. An unnatural abomination of a thing of which he could do little about and V3's soul. It seemed as if somehow their magic worked best whenever V3 willing allowed it. As if in this way he somehow needed the man's permission to use his spirit in this way.
The thought of which infuriated him. Here was a fallen mortal, not man, not machine, a moron who should be dead and yet MARK I somehow needed his "permission"? He internally scoffed at the idea of working with V3 on anything to this capacity.
MARK I watched as P.O.P.S seemed to summon himself into the conversation. He allowed his new A,I to do this as it seemed to fair much better than the previous iterations in dealing with the demoness.
"Understood, Pops. It is good to see we are finally in agreement with each other..."
MARK I nodded his head slowly at this. Eagerly anticipating the next lessons as he slowly began manipulating his fingers. Subtle twitches would ebb and flow as he attempted to re-create the healing spell. No good, he seemed incapable of such a feat, for now.
The spell only seemed to harm in. Delivering subtle vibrations through his body that would not wound or harm but provide him with several annoyances in his system. He was not sure if the demon would notice the tiny specks of magical sparks flowing through his body, like a malfunctioning circuit breaker of minuscule magical potential. sparks flowing through his
Where had his power gone? Perhaps the display from earlier had drained him, perhaps it was something else?
As he worked his fingers while the projection of Radia played between them he loathed to think it had anything to do with V3. His attempt to direct the man's ki seemed different somehow, yet it only seemed to effect the magic.
"Another of your strange artificial puppet-servants?" The demoness asked as her gaze shifted to meet the Mark I's eyes.
MARK I's eyes locked onto the demoness' as he he had not been fully paying attention. His head moving slowly towards her and after the fact. He began to nod a "no" When Pops suddenly appeared, filling the silence in the air at a perfect time, avoiding an awkward silence and any air of tension that may have arise from it.
He moved and spoke as if rehearsed, practiced, and with a grace unlike even his last moment.
"My lady" He spoke again with another bow as he reentered the conversation.
"This mortal whore, as you put it, is Lady Radia. She is Queen of the Saiyan's and their Domi...Kingdom, now I suppose. It seems her announcement has been trending on all forms of media. Now as a simple servant of great ones such as yourselves It would be ill mannered if I did not keep you informed."
Pops paused for effect as so as not to speak for to long, allowing MARK I or Amatricina to interject with words or actions of his own, acting as if he were fully aware of his place.
"If I may. My master greatly appreciates the many lessons you have imparted onto us already. We will seek to gain a better understanding of these..." He paused for a slight moment, unsure of how best to word himself.
"..abilities. What would you recommend we do to better ourselves in our current situation. My master is having trouble manipulating his power consistently."
POPS took a step back as he finished revealing to Amatricina a flight plan and an itinerary which contained information of where MARK I planned to fly to next. It would be a nearby island, a place of his own where he could be. It was nearby enough so that the two could easily visit each other, without being so close as to where they would constantly have to worry over the other.
MARK I stood resolute now. Like a statue, un-moving and unphased. It seemed he had returned to form in the absence of the V3's consciousness.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2018 1:12:27 GMT -5
The demon watched as the Mark I immediately tried to recreate the effects of her spell. Healing magic was especially difficult to master, it was easy to destroy, it was much harder to create. He would have no such luck, everything about his technique was wrong. The metallic creature knew only trial and error, process and reproduction. It lacked the subtle nuances of magic, she wondered if it was even possible to teach these intricacies. It mattered little, she had sworn to try. So she would, if only because the demoness had little better to occupy her time with between her attempts to infiltrate the earthling government. The fire demon eventually tired of watching the foolish attempts, and calmly spoke up. "You will not succeed attempting mere recreation. Magic is more than just hand gestures and application of energy. It is focus, it is resolve. It is the mind drawing power from the spirit. Without total mental focus you will never succeed in creating anything more than parlor tricks."Her attention returned to the strange silhouette of the woman, and the Mark I's manservant revealed it to be the Queen of the Saiyans herself. This, Radia, Emperor Carambolis had never mentioned her, but the demoness presumed her to be on the short list of a 'dozen warriors that could match the Emperor.' Another foe to slay, someday. "I care little for these petty mortal politics. What this Queen does with her mongrel race is beneath me. I have more important matters to tend to." The demon had never once cared for the mortals and their schemes for each others' lands and dominions. Their short lives, their petty ambitions, it was all beneath her molten gaze. To Amatricina the only places in the universe that mattered were her Demon Realm, and the Other World. Everything else was merely filler, empty space that was little better than another battleground between the demonic and the divine. Amatricina looked up at the Mark I, the titan had become silent and motionless once more. "If you truly wish to learn magic, Mark I, you will need start with the basics. You keep attempting to forth results through mimicry and trial and error. Magic is not some equation your cold logic will eventually resolve. If you truly wish mastery, you will need start out from square one, as myself and all my siblings did. There will be many, many boring lessons as I drone on about fundamental concepts. Then comes practicing a myriad of things until they are perfect. Breathing control, stances, posture, mental discipline, hand signs, spoken commands, magical focuses, staffs and relics, I could go on but you get the point. Once that is sufficiently mastered you start on simple spells. Just because you haphazardly learned to summon errant magical energies does not mean you know magic. You are like a child with his father's sword. It matters not that you have a sword, only that you can wield a blade. A deadly swordsman will overcome a complete novice, even if he has a wooden sword and his opponent has castle forged steel. You must be the swordsman, even if your magical energy is weak, a deft mastery of its usage will wield greater result than untapped raw magical potential flowing from an untrained amateur." Amatricina placed a hand on her wide hip and let her message sink in. "Do you understand?"
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Post by MARK I on Nov 25, 2018 12:21:56 GMT -5
MARK I listened intently as Amatricina spoke on, preparing his mind and body for whatever the demon may have in mind. MARK I simply nodded his head as she spoke to him, Pops absently staring off into the scenery. The ocean waves crashing and rolling onto the shores upon which they all stood.
POPS looked internally, into MARK I. He sensed V3's systems, the raise and fall of his heartbeat, one per minute, he had been analyzing the situation carefully, surely MARK I had come to the same conclusion has he had. Even the Demon's own words should have served to confirm this.
V3 was the only one of the two that could breath, the only one with a full spiritual energy, the only one with a psychical mind. It seemed however that MARK I was ignoring these abhorrent facts. Attempting to find a way around them already, working around the issues.
Pops moved his holographic body closer towards the titan, as if trying to inspect him. In truth this wasn't necessary. POPS lived inside of MARK I, this did however serve to show Amatricina that he was, to some extent, and independent mind, created or absorbed by MARK I. He imagined she could not truly know, though he doubted she truly cared either she truly cared either way.
"This is foolish and inefficient" POPS thought to himself. It was unwise and uncharacteristic of MARK I to proceed in this fashion. It would seem that whatever Bunny had done, it had succeeded in "Rattling" MARK I. Hormones still lingering in his system. OR was it the sins? Pride? Lust? Did MARK I WANT.. To feel the way he did? Perhaps his master enjoyed feeling "Feelings" other than his usual repertoire of oppressing emotes and crushing senses of his self prescribed duty to mankind.
Subtly Pops began to use his permissions and abilities to activate V3's hippo-campus and sections of his neocortex inducing a dreamlike state in the man in such a way that it would seem natural. Though sometimes MARK I used these exact techniques to torture the poor man whenever he needed more power or for testing Johnathan's resolve, POPS had other ideas.
"Ughhh" V3 groaned as he rose from his sleeping back. He reached over to grab a dirty canteen he'd laid out by his feet the night before.
"Ohh brother...what a nightmare that was. I gotta eating wild shroo..."
A man materialized before him as he spoke. In finely pressed suit and tie, dressed immaculately in fine clothes and materials that were neither overbearing nor obnoxious, but more like a finely dressed and paid master butler.
"I am afraid this is the dream master John. Please raise and allow me a moment of your time and a small crum of your efforts. I wish to send a secrete message, establish a bridge if you will with our lady Amatricina."
V3 raised an eyebrow. He paused for a moment. Wishing he would wake up back home, wishing it wasn't so but his brain had seemingly been restored enough now so as to allow a bit more reasoning.
"What do you want?" He asked plainly and without tact.
POPS let out a slow bow.
"I am not your enemy nor am I your ally. So long as you do as you do not interfere with my work I will never be a hindrance to you master John. I may however prove to be quiet the boon to you"
"The wha?.." V spoke out. "Look just get on with it. I've dealt with our type before. Like...once or twice. Tell me whaya want already because I can promise you my mind can come up with a lot better than this for a dream!"
Pops chuckled softly to himself for a moment. It was a hidden, sly laughter one he attempted to hide for courtesies sake.
"Very well. I require the use of your mind. I do not have a psychical mind of my own you see. Therefore I cannot reach out to our lady..."
"The demon..." V3 interrupted.
"..She is a demoness yes, a warlord of the abyss and you are a slave in your own body begging for freedom. You do not get to choose master Johnathan. I will leave you now if you do not wish to cooperate with me. It is of no consequence to me after all..." Pops paused as he raised a single hand, ready to dismiss the entire dream and return things to normal.
There was a moment of silence between them as V3 considered his options. It was bad enough he was already in the situation he was in, now there was a demon involved. This dammed state of living he was in made it hard to remember anything. Made it hard to think. Had he been encouraging MARK I earlier? Did he think that would put them on better terms? He did..he hated that.
"Wait.." V3 spoke up finally as he rose to his feet.
"I've always been to kind or to stupid to not help others." He spoke as he stared down to his sides.
"I know what you’re going to do. You're going to send he a message of some kind. Whatever you send her she might use it as a way to get into my damn head and I don't want that but.. It's not like she probably couldn't do it if she really wanted to anyways. I want to know what you're gonna send her. I want to be invo...no matter of fact I will send the message. And if she comes into my mind dress me up or something. Even I know to look good for a lady who visits."
"ahh, a wise decision indeed master John. I agree to these terms. I have nothing to hide from you. Come now relax and allow me to activate the necessary synapses in your mind. I want you to read this message"
He held his hands out displaying lettering in mid air with a message of his making.
"Feel free to craft this in anyway you wish. I would like to at least maintain the integrity of my message, for the good of us both but you are welcomed to add in your own words or phrasing if there is something you wish to send her. I will however warn you our lady can be quiet particular."
Pops spoke knowing that if Amatricina choose to visited them she would be able to peer into Johnathan's mind and potentially view this entire conversation that was taking place as it would be a new memory in John's mind. He made sure to pronounce her name and speak of her as if it was a matter of fact that she was indeed their patron. He included John, not wanting any harm to befall him but not going out of his way either to protect the man.
Should John's mind be tampered with to severely MARK I may notice and he was sure Amatricina would know this by now.
"Do you understand?" Amatricina spoke to MARK I as the titan nodded his head, eager to move on to the next phases of training.
Already his mind worked furiously, performing web search after web search for artifacts of magical nature. He had found numerous sources on several website thanks to some sort of online spell he had cast with a powerful word known as "Cyber Monday" as he searched his body stood upright awaiting on Amatricina's next instructions.
An echo, faint and fading would be sensed by the demon lord as she contemplated her next actions. A message would be in the air, fully available for her to absorb into her mind and her mind alone.
"Demon lady, wha? Err. My demon lady...our lady? Just let me finish reading!...yea yea I know. Okay. *ahem. It is my belief that the MARK I, by his very adapt...adapta..Adaptive? Whatever, by his nature he gon like take much longer than he should at the basic stuff ok. He's gonna try to like go around some of that stuff."
V3 took a breath as he read along. He seemed to go back and fourth with himself a time or two, the demon unable to hear or sense the Artificial mind of pops but able to infer his existence in the conversation.
"So like. MARK I's soul and mine are tied, I guess, which sucks. It is our belief that until there is at least some mutual uhmm, coherence, I think that's a word.... He leave me alone! I am just learning how to read again....anyways. She's not gonna hear all of this right? Are we on?...fuck. Ok ok.
Anyways. Look lady. We gotta like work together Mark and me. Because if not your job is gonna be super hard and stressful and Pop told me to say this stuff. So like if you can convince the big oaf to listen to reason or like let me out for a day while he looks over lessons or something It is my belief that evrythangs gonna me smoother...Did I do good?..no I only read the parts I liked. Look I know that!!"
The words went on and on in the air so long as Ama decided to listen. Before her the Demon Lord now had a number of decisions to make, easiest of which involved having the MARK I do some meaningless practice routines off somewhere else, away from her while she re-grouped herself. She could choose to respond or ignore the message sent to her telepathically and so much more.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2018 18:00:12 GMT -5
Conversing with her 'pupil' was much like trying to teach a brick wall. While the Mark I responded with physical cues, it still rarely spoke unless the words held great meaning to it. It mostly nodded in agreement or changed the color of the lights in its eyes to match its mood. There was no feedback, no facial movements to read, no body language. It was frustrating, and Amatricina didn't want to resort to regularly prying into the creature's mind just to gleam its thoughts. It was a lot of mental strain for limited effect, and seemed to irritate the titan as she brute forced her way into its artificial consciousness. It was not worth the effort of receiving simple things like if he truly understood what she was attempting to teach the metal titan. So long as he displayed progress, Amatricina reckoned the metal being would be content with its progress. She did not have eighteen hundred and sixty years to teach it all that she knew. Well, she did, but she certainly wasn't going to waste two millenniums with the artificially being looming at her side. She would discard it like a tool when its purpose had been completed. The demoness stood there watching the Mark I standing there motionless. She had begun to notice patterns in its behavior that offered clues as to what it was doing. Whenever it was alert and paying attention, its eyes moved, locking onto targets of importance and constantly re-affixing their gaze as it moved. When it was particularly alert, reacting to stimuli its skin shimmered and shifted, its metallic scales reacting almost the same way the hair on the back of her neck did. Standing up on end in response to fear or extreme excitement, though the creature's bizarre skin almost seemed to be a reactive sort of armor, adapting as best it could to deal with perceived threats. She wondered briefly what new forms it would attempt to take on when she finally exposed the creature to real magic, on the scale of a Demon Lord's full might. Amatricina did not think the Mark I could withstand her Agonizing Gaze at present, or her Dark Miasma. It may be able to handle her Malicious Intent though, since the creature used a seemingly artificial form of energy to power itself, one that was undetectable compared to the ki of mortals, the demonic, and the divine. Unless that was, her Dark Energy based techniques harmed the creature even more than her Dark Magic did. The ruinous power of the Demon Realm made manifest in the mortal realm was nightmarish and eldritch to most mortals, and held disastrous and corrupting results when it came in contact with their frail bodies. In time though, regardless, the creature would need suffer the full extent of her awesome powers. Her Dark Magic was a good deal more potent than the simple parlor tricks most earthlings seemed capable of conjuring. A terrible power born of the might of sin, fueled by the power of hatred, and shaped by her demonic blood. Amatricina was momentarily lost in her thoughts, thinking about her arsenal of magical spells and techniques when she felt something. A voice in her head, not her own. Faint and distant, but still clear to hear as it communicated with her. Its words were... simple. It was not a clever entity, lacking both proper diction or a robust vocabulary. Moreover, it seemed to be only half of a greater conversation. As if it was talking to another... another Amatricina could not sense. Her eyes went wide, suddenly realizing what it was she was listening to. The mortal soul, the mortal consciousness inside the Mark I. The wearer of the animated suit of armor that she conversed with directly. Of course, that's why she couldn't sense the other half of the conversation, the being in question was directly conversation with the living armor it wore. The machine mind of the Mark I speaking directly to this unknown mortal, its artificial thoughts beyond the reach of her own formidable psychic powers, unable to discern thought from code. Amatricina paused to take it all in, her own mind racing in thought at her revelation. Well, this certainly simplified matters of communication. She could just converse with the mortal, and have him rely her messages to his machine counterpart. The demoness listened keenly to the message, it was crass, rambling to the point of almost being inane. Her eyebrow twitched in agitation, and the corners of her mouth turning downward in agitation. Amatricina looked up at the metal titan, unmoved as it was clearly lost in its own thoughts. The demoness decided it must be projecting its mind into its mortal companion, this was its own trance like state, just as when she did the same with her thoughts. The Fire Demon hovered slightly in the air, crossing her legs and sitting in a meditative pose as her cloak draped down to lightly kiss the ground. She focused her own psychic powers, feeling out the source of the strange message. She located it deep within the Mark I, which was really the only place it could be. Amatricina pushed through the brief psychic link, widening it like forcing a bowling ball through a garden hose. She needed a much grander connection for her to project back her own telepathic thoughts. They would ring through not as faint whispers in the distance, but as if she was speaking clearly before the mortal. The act itself sent demonic energy flooding outward, her psychic pen pal would need suffer that inconvenience himself. There was no way for the demon to speak psychically without using at least some vestige of her demonic ki. "So you are the mortal that dwells inside the Mark I?" Amatricina replied simply, her voice booming within her opposition's mind. "I am Amatricina the Avaricious, Eldest Daughter of the late Lord Tartaros, Warlord of the Fire Demon Clan. I am not some 'demon lady.' Do well to address me properly by name at least, or this will be the first and last conversation we share." The demoness breathed out, focusing on her psychic discussion as outward she appeared to simply be meditating. "So your souls are bound, a warrior and his armor. Strange, but I have seen stranger things in this universe. The Mark I is rather adaptive, I have noticed. He attempts to formulate a countermeasure for everything I do. I noticed it when his skin reacted to the heat I passively radiate when angered. As for your metal titan, adaptive though he may be, there is no easy road to learning magic. It will require intense practice. There are no shortcuts to magic, not for demons, not for machines. Natural talent and affinity only go so far, there is no substitute for true mastery. Not even for me. It took fifteen hundred years of diligent training under my mother, and another three centuries on my own to attain the power I wield today." The demon mentally chuckled at the last part, she wanted to shake her head. "It will be neither hard, nor stressful to me. If the Mark I is unreceptive to my training, then I will leave. And if he attempts to stop me, I will carve out your heart after I have torn your armor off limb from limb. Understood, Mortal?" She spoke her words as though they were not a threat, but merely a fact. Amatricina did not even know this mortal's name, nor did she care. It was beneath her. The only thing keeping her bound to this pact was her own honor and the promise of future technological marvels created by the armored titan.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 25, 2018 22:23:12 GMT -5
As Amatricina reached out into the warrior's mind she felt within him a heart and soul of compassion, self sacrifice and extreme perseverance. She felt the weight of his wounds and pains. Here was man trapped, yet fighting in his own ways, doing what he could but at the same time half surrendered to the facts. There was not much he could do, despite himself. As her wave of demonic energy clashed with his MARK I's eyes flickered on for a second. He moved his head to look at Amatricina for a long moment. When nothing happened, when he ceased to "feel" he psychic presence he moved to lower his head again and continue what he'd been doing. His mind, his emotions so closely tied to John's that she could practically feel him as well. A sense of pride and eagerness gripped the machine, not a cold logic or an oppressive weight as was his usual but a willingness to improve to make her proud? In truth it was difficult to discern.
John's mind and spirit shuttered with an overwhelming sense of disgust and pain as the energy came through him. Causing him a sense of nausea at first before regaining his bearing.
"So you are the mortal that dwells inside the Mark I?" "I am Amatricina the Avaricious..."
"Riiiight, Ama..Amatrix...What?.." He coughed as his voice trailed off again as if attempting to have two conversations at once.
"Yea yea I know. Do we have like, a mute button..Okay give me a second pops jeez. Amatricina, huh. That is kind of a pretty name. Anyways. Lady Ama, I am Johnny of umm, earth. And uhhh. Look I would be totally fine with you ripping my heart out, let's get that part straight, for starters I am not subscribed to any of this. If killing me meant you stopped this monster than trust me I would be fine with that. I am only here because Pops thought this would be a good idea. Go ahead pops talk to her...whadya mean she can't hear ya? I can hear y...Ohh I understand..ok...uh huh...right....that doesn't make any sense.
You want me to think really hard about your words and pay close attention? Uhhmm okay... Sure whatever.
A few moments of silence followed as Johnny began mumbling some words to himself.
"My lady of Avarice, Lord of fire and fury. This is P.O.P.S. I apologize for this tactic I have employed but it was the only way to reach out to you without my Master's notice. Please bare with me In my attempts to provide you with a suitable explanation, How long are we gonna do this please just focus johnny okay but I was just focus my friend..."
"Ahem, I will attempt to be brief. MARK I and I have deduced that without Johnathan's soul than the effects of our magic will not be optimal.
My lady while I am sure you could not, in fact, care less about the outcome of these results I would urge you to reconsider. Honor has given you cause to work with this creature and it is that same honor that will haunt you should he fail to learn from you. Other may mistakenly see it not as his failure to learn but your failure to instruct. While I in fact know this cannot be the case. Should your rivals or anywhere ever find out about this it may soil your grand name. Please consider this.
Send the creature off with some puzzling magical task for him to figure out while you prepare him for another task, perhaps the acquisition of some mystical item you desired. In the meantime I will try to handle these two until a more mentally stable situation as arrived, thank you Johnny."
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