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Post by Lacrimosa on Jun 28, 2023 9:04:48 GMT 9
He came to just outside the gate to Mistra. Considering where he'd woken prior times, Lacrimosa considered this a kindness. He sat, phantom pain lancing through him only once- a reminder- before he staggered to his feet. His arm still felt broken, but he had no care for it-
Not when, with two brisk steps, he was again in Mistra.
It no longer warped and twisted- It did not change to try and confound him, draw forth his deepest fears. It instead laid dormant, a den without a master. Lacrimosa hissed, stalking forward through the grass. The Corruption he knew was not here- Kazuki had killed it, in one way or another, and Lacri needed to find it, to restore it.
The answer was here, somewhere, or the Corruption wouldn't have left him so close.
"Hello?" He called, voice faint and wavering, a wounded doe left far behind the pack.
Someone would come to hunt, soon enough.
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Post by Lacrimosa on Jun 28, 2023 8:24:34 GMT 9
#s://media~discordapp~net/attachments/355418129385390081/1118624323528314880/MOSHED-2023-6-14-15-33-4~jpg time is meaningless in mistra
it is hours years decades that the corruption feasts and revels
it is
so
LONG
and then it is gone
ash
and smoke
he is still there though
maybe
how much of a person needs to be there
where is the dividing line between body
and just gore
he hurts
it all hurts
but it is not over
he still has
a promise to keep
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Post by Lacrimosa on Jun 28, 2023 8:19:39 GMT 9
#s://media~discordapp~net/attachments/355418129385390081/1118624323306012884/MOSHED-2023-6-14-15-32-36~jpg The Corruption regards him, churning. Decaying, extant life fading as Kazuki is utterly unmade. Sarthor can feel himself fading, even as something keeps him tethered, bound to this place, to this moment.
The Corruption offers a promise, and it is everything Sarthor had asked for. To see. To know. To comprehend. The Corruption dips, elegantly despite the impending devastation, how its body and Sarthor's own are unravelling into the air.
In turn, accept my blessing.
He wants to answer, to say it is all he had wanted. To thank it, to empower it.
All he has are teeth.
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Post by Lacrimosa on Jun 28, 2023 1:43:40 GMT 9
#s://media~discordapp~net/attachments/355418129385390081/1118624322999816353/MOSHED-2023-6-14-15-31-52~jpg He could feel himself being pulled apart. Muscle tearing into stringy sinew. Skin peeling, layer by layer. Radiation decaying him, one agonizing cell at a time.
There is no more room for pain.
He looks up at the Corruption, even as grip slips. It is a holy glory, seven eyes boring down into him, seven horns curling and twining from the murk. He reaches, with unbroken hand, to curve reverently in the space above them.
"I seek your power." Sarthor knows it would be a fool who lied here, now. His heart is pounding- his chest burns, not with agony but with pressure, with heat. "I want the strength you can offer- and I want to free you from the pathetic state he's dragged you down to." His gaze flicks, to where Kazuki's face has given way only to roiling mass.
To have this- this connection, this capability, this divinity- and to scour and squander it?
How infuriating.
"I give my flesh to the fire, eagerly." For what was anything in the world, compared to what he could attain? Where he could reach?
To know, again?
Desperation seeps into his voice- just the edges, but pungent enough. "Ask, and I will give for you."
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Post by Lacrimosa on Jun 21, 2023 12:20:41 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/355418129385390081/1118624322781728879/MOSHED-2023-6-14-15-31-28~jpg Pain.
It seeps into every nerve and vein, searing over skin and into bone, pooling at his shoulder. It chokes the air from his lungs, throat gagging into his mouth. The eyes fixate on him, innumerable and countless, bright and piercing, a thousand eyes, a thousand universes.
He takes the word in eagerly as drops of wine upon his lips, even as the world itself rends apart, a perfect incision, flawless and even despite the cruel chaos of flesh. And from that flesh is Kazuki born again, face still and calm, emotionless. Unblemished by worry, or rage, or life.
Lacrimosa looks at him, waiting for the anger to rise again. There is nothing. Just the thrum of the corruption, and the raspy sound of its voice.
He feels the weight of the Corruption, both physical and emotional. Prove it. Your desideratum.
Or is that not your birthright,
Doctor Caldwell?
He swallows, breath shifting eagerly. "I desecrate nothing," He breathed, eyes bright. "I create... from desecration. When you call for me..." Lacrimosa's eyes are bright, cold, unyielding. "I will raise you to places Kazuki could never dream of. And that is my birthright."
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Post by Lacrimosa on Jun 15, 2023 5:09:56 GMT 9
#s://media.discordapp.net/attachments/355418129385390081/1118624322462945461/MOSHED-2023-6-14-15-31-10.jpg Pain.
It seeped through the avatar, to himself, to his essence. Lacrimosa slammed to the ground hard enough to knock breath from living lungs, world around him flickering disorientingly before settling, a field of black and absence.
The Corruption spoke, and it forced a gasp out of him. Grating and gratifying, tremendous and awe. This was not a spectre, a vision created by the Corruption- this was simply It, in truest essence.
He felt on the edge of a cliff, kept in place only by the will of the monster before him. His shirt flattened, slowly eaten away by the drool dripping onto him- skin burning where it hit- but Lacrimosa paid it no mind- he was unable to pay attention to it.
Not when everything he had sought was here.
Do you remember?
He had no way of forgetting, every time he closed his eyes he was there, in the field of ink and Kazuki-
He looked up at the creature, parsing over Its words. It laughed, and his body throbbed and warped with pain at the sound. "I took only what you gave to me." He hissed, voice flat and meaningless in comparison. An infant's drawing of a cat held up to a smilodon.
Lacrimosa swallowed. "He despises you. Gave you strength so he could wrest control and banish you away. I would give you more." He lifted his hand- his arm was wrong, bent and twisting in ways that made his thoughts spiral. He fixed his eyes again to the Corruption.
"I would welcome you gratefully."
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Post by Lacrimosa on Jun 15, 2023 2:50:40 GMT 9
It had been a month, almost to the day.
Sarthor had spent the month... reflecting. Thinking about himself, his goals. What he hoped to achieve with the deep dive. What he wanted. What he wanted out of the other players.
He had studied, too. The corruption, Mistra. The old raids. He'd had Alistair scour the internet for anything he could find, and had poured over it like life support.
Finding the parasite was- random. Uninfluencable by character mechanics. Half of a percent's likelihood, give or take. Some people were just-
Lucky.
He had also studied the Everworld. The last thing he remembered hearing before being forced from the game, deep and ringing-
Wysteria awaits you in the Everworld. Descend when your empathy meets your pride.
A place for 'dead' pokemon. In a game where pokemon couldn't die. What did he care? She was pixels and a means to an end. She could rot there- it mattered not to him.
At least, until his phone beeped. Just once.
He didn't glance at it, at first. His attention was wholly on the areay of paper and information splayed on the desk before him. Coffee was forgotten, breakfast ignored. His eyes scanned over the data, ripping it into pieces, neuron by neuron.
It was numbers and data, and it could be manipulated.
(The sharp memory that he knew how it worked, how to control it- that vanished in an instant. A snarl, the splash of coffee on the ground and the shatter of porcelain against wood.)
Sarthor forced himself to take a breath. His emotions would not help him here. Finally, his fingers found his phone, pulling it up to check what the machine had deemed so vital-
Come to Mistra if you want to remember.
He blinked once, eyes widening slightly. No one had deemed to reach out to him during his unintended hiatus- not the little trainer at Mom's house, not the rude one in town, not Luxe- But here was Kazuki.
Sarthor, nor Lacrimosa, did not respond to the message. It was unlike Kazuki, suspicious in is entirety. But...
Lacrimosa stepped into Mistra, breath coming out in chilled, visible puffs. The land had darkened into an aphotic forest, but otherwise was normal.
And Kazuki was not here. Typical. Still, Lacrimosa moved forward regardless- wincing at the pain that lanced his side, sparking over every inch of his arm. But if it was even a thinnest thread with which to connect with he corruption, he would endure it.
He walked until he heard something, felt his spine clench. Lacri turned, and saw the corruption, loping across the grass. He turned to face it, not too concerned- until at a yard's length he realized it was not going to stop. Panicked, he jerked to lunge out of the way.
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Post by Lacrimosa on May 28, 2023 10:26:58 GMT 9
| LACRIMOSAWhile he masquerades as a simple player just trying to experience a story, Lacrimosa is anything but. Cold and ruthless, he seeks a dangerous end goal: a way to control the body and confound the mind, and he sees UNOVR and its technologies as a means to his ends. |
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Post by Lacrimosa on May 18, 2023 11:20:16 GMT 9
Lacrimosa looked tearfully up at Muin. He had the other man's attention now, finally. That was good- Despite not wanting part in it, though, he sure seemed interested in how it worked. And the deductions he made! Not that the Corruption was a predator, not that it wanted to scare those who entered- it attempts to get a fear response.
How absolutely interesting. Lacrimosa made a mental note of this Muin. He could very well be useful later.
He blinked, though, when a pile of leaves was brought out, a strange sort of energy curling around him, like a puff of hot air in a cold room. "I... thank you." He said, finally feeling well enough to gather himself and stand. "No, I.... I think that's enough adventure for...." A month? A year? A lifetime? He shook his head. "Um, but... truly. Thank you." Lacri dared offer a little smile. "I hope we can run into each other again. Under... better circumstances."
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Post by Lacrimosa on May 17, 2023 7:37:58 GMT 9
Yuze certainly made a face. But he didn't bring up the wildly incorrect name- interesting. If he hadn't known his own name, he wouldn't have reacted. Perhaps incredible politeness, but even those polite tended to correct regarding their own names.
Interesting.
At the question, he offered Luxe another soft smile. "Oh... I studied it in school, but I don't know if I'd say I know it." He dismissed. It was an easy enough language, provided you held the required patience and intellect. Did Yuze have either?
Regardless, Mom interrupted his musings and Yuze's wonderfully short answer. "It's a good thing I have pokeballs on me..." She thought, then walking over to the pair of them. "Right- I forgot to give these to you! You can use them to catch pokemon. Why don't you boys give it a try on that patrat?"
What she handed over was a pair of pokeballs- Not the traditional red and white, but... gold. Gold, textured and sparkling, and incredibly gaudy. With only mild hesitancy, Lacrimosa took the pokeball. This was... who made this?
"Now, all you need to do is toss the pokeball at the pokemon you're trying to catch! The pokeball will do the rest." Mom said, gesturing to her medicham and stepping back a bit. "Now, you try!"
Seeing no real way to get around it, Lacrimosa threw the ugly thing at the patrat.
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Post by Lacrimosa on May 17, 2023 7:18:44 GMT 9
Lacrimosa took a little breath, trying to steel himself. This... was a game. And more than that, a means to an end. He could bite back and bear whatever ridicule he faced to see that end in person. "Ah- sorry," He apologized, moving over one drawer and retrieving cutlery for the- ... three of them. Better to err on the side of caution.
This was all so... bizarre.
He caught Taylor 's look, and kind of just shook his head, too bewildered to do anything else. He breezed by Taylor, under the guise of getting glasses for drinks. "What is it... we're supposed to do?" He asked, in a soft whisper. The quest description wasn't... very descriptive.
Beside them, Mom continued to bustle, taking the offered bowls and doling out soup for everyone, carrying it over to the table. "Come on, you two- eat up! You don't want it to get cold, after all."
Lacrimosa drifted to the table, sitting as the food was placed down before him. He listened, idle but attentive, as Mom spoke- Weaving some nonsense about their pasts. His own father had been “lost” in some “medical experimental trial,” which she refused to elaborate on further.
A shame for him. But it wasn’t a reflection on his life, at all.
They ate, in quiet, for a few moments, before Mom left again- returning with offerings. One for Taylor, and one for him- a box of dress shoes. How these would help him run, he had no idea.
He gave thanks all the same.
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Post by Lacrimosa on May 16, 2023 10:43:08 GMT 9
Lacrimosa was entirely tired of this whole tower thing- but with everyone surging forward going back was inconvenient. So, he was forced forward with the others, towards the next challenges.
The next challenge being... a stack of patrat in an ugly coat.
Lacri blinked at it, head tilting in an exhausted disappointment. "Is this really it...?" He asked, shaking his head. The phantump was called out with no fanfare. "Astonish."
The pokemon drifted forward, before popping up behind the patrat stack with a scream.
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Post by Lacrimosa on May 13, 2023 3:18:01 GMT 9
Despair sunk into his bones as he moved, trying to find anything he could use. A single shadow that had not been obiterated.
"Be careful!" A voice called. "There's something scary up ahead."
The child was ignored, Lacrimosa breaking out of the trees-
Only to find it, the ground sickly grey, black tendrils creeping over it like a fungus. He let out an incredulous little laugh, dropping to his knees and reaching-
Only for the corruption to receed from his touch.
"No-" He reached for it desperately, but it kept moving away from him-
No. No... not away from him. Towards something else.
Lacrimosa looked up, squinting against the setting sun at the dark figure standing in the heart of what remained of the corruption. She was simply black, eyes a piercing white, and as she turned there was a sharp halo behind her head, mirrored by wavering tendrils from behind her.
The Corruption had chosen... her.
"What did you hope to find here?" Her voice was a whisper, but it carried strong, cutting agony in his chest.
Lacrimosa snarled, staggering to his feet again, and running at her. "You can't take this from me!"
She did not seem to react, only lazily raising a hand before her as he approached.
"Ì̸̖̺̈̃ţ̵̹͛̌̾͠͝ ̷̅̍ͅẁ̴̛̝̒̐̈́́á̶̡̤̩̠̮̠͘s̶̜͔̩͙̐ ̵̘̤̬͖̺̪͒n̸̠̽͆̇̈́̓̎e̴̼̜͖͑̄͋̚ͅͅv̸͎̫̠̺͌́̎͗̕͘͝e̵̢̫̳̭͒r̷͖͕͗ ̴̱̗̜̈ỷ̸͙̊̇ǫ̶͙̞̝̱͌̿͋͒̕͜͠u̸̡͕͓̳͇͕͌̂r̸̠͓̽̏̀ṣ̷̡̰̖̍ ̶̯͉̥̩̐̈̐̈́̈͋t̴̢͈̲̬̰͐̎̂̽̐ŏ̷̡̯͇͎͚̰̍̈́́̄͛ ̶͇͋̈̆̿̽͒͌t̴̨̺̞̓̓̊̑̕ḁ̵̰̱̌͠k̸̲̜̈́ȩ̶̣̜̮̤̬̔̍͂.̴̨̱̖̫̪͋̂̀͂̚ͅ"
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Post by Lacrimosa on May 13, 2023 2:55:13 GMT 9
Lacrimosa had rushed forward. Away from Bunya, deeper into Mistra. This couldn't be right. It couldn't.
He had not come this far to fail.
Lacrimosa pushed through into a pleasant looking copse of trees, breathing hard as he looked around. There, there was a sharp near the other edge. Fixated now, he moved forward-
It was Kazuki, from before. But that wasn't his real name. It was-
Lacrimosa hissed. He didn't know. He didn't know. But Kazuki had been there for the start of it, and Lacrimosa pressed on. The man was almost in arm's reach-
Someone stepped between them. Tel, broad shouldered, with a cascade of white hair. The green cat danced between them, happy. And then man turned, fixing Lacrimosa with malevolent red eyes as he slid a possessive arm over Kazuki's shoulders.
Lacrimosa stumbled back at the intrusion, and when he looked up- the pair were gone, and he was alone. He hissed, turning, looking for any trace of them- and finding nothing.
"You're much too late, I'm afraid." A voice called, dark and sonorous. It was a well dressed man, looking down at Lacrimosa like some sort of tardy child. "You've squandered your chance."
"I don't have time for this," Lacrimosa snapped, shoving past the other man, stalking off.
He felt the other's eyes trail him, but did not care until theother man spoke up again.
"Someone else got there first."
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Post by Lacrimosa on May 13, 2023 2:18:55 GMT 9
He stood before the gate again.
The cat was swirling around his ankles, meowing and whining. He didn't care. He couldn't care. This close, within eyeshot of the roiling corruption, his arm seared, the pounding in his head beating black spots into his vision. But he couldn't stop now. He had to find out what the secret was. Of the corruption, of the deep dive.
Of control.
Lacrimosa pushed through the loading zone, and stepped onto... grass. Bright green and soft underfoot. The sky was a crystalline blue, puffy clouds overhead. Lacrimosa blinked, whirling- and sure enough, behind him was the path back to the Steppe.
So what had happened?
"Isn't it wondnyaful?" To his side was Dr. Bunya, arms folded over her chest. Lacrimosa just looked at her. Taking that for interest, she grinned, and kept jabbering. "Nyall you trainers worked together, and with the help of the legendaries, manyaged to purge the corruptnyan!
She said all of it like it was a grand success, but Lacrimosa only felt a cold dread.
"Purge- the corruption?" He almost couldn't hear his own voice.
Bunya looked eager, like a kingly to was within pouncing range And pounce she did. "Nyah! Can't you tell how pure this plyace is nyaow? She cackled, sweeping an arm towards the idyllic landscape. "Nya'll bet mew feel better too!"
Whatever other nonsense she said was lost. Lacrimosa realized... he was not in pain. The throbbing was gone. His arm was fine.
The corruption was entirely gone. The knowledge. The understanding. How much would this set him back?
Bunya looked at him, and laughed. "Isn't this great? Though, I do feel sorry for anyaone who wnyanted to use it. Oh well." She shrugged- it simply wasn't important enough to worry about.
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