Adam Taurus: Prepare To Cry Edition
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
With your Aura added to the layers of regeneration you'd already had, your foot is fully healed by the time you arrive back on the moon where Adam's new body awaits you in the lab.
Aged only to the rough equivalent of four years, it is an impressively unimpressive husk. Sallow skin dotted with a dusting of freckles, blonde hair hanging limp and lifeless, oddly hetero-chromatic brown and blue eyes that are slow to adjust when subjected to changes in lighting, muscles atrophied to the point of appearing almost skeletal and malnourished. The whole thing was as if someone had taken Victoria and her sister, fused them together in an even blend, and then decided the results were too good and started over for a dozen progressively worse iterations.
"It is perfect." You declare, stepping around the table to start preparing your tools.
Scoffing, Moira counters, "For a given sense of 'perfection', maybe. Though I suppose I can't deny that I've done marvelous work within the boundaries given."
Her words would hold more merit if not for the faint pink tinge to her cheeks and prideful tone.
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Arching one delicate brow beneath her new crown, Salem observed the man who had suddenly appeared before her in a blaze of fire.
His robes were a luxurious silken texture that seemed to flow like liquid smoke with every movement, the silver mask in the shape of a human skull serving not the least in hiding his surprise, a flood of magic pulsing out of him from an infinitely small pinpoint somewhere inside his body, an ornate stick pointed in her direction as if to ward off her curiosity.
The gold and crimson vulture that seemed to be the cause of this odd situation was quick to take wing, crowing in a way that she somehow knew was due to confusion at finding her and young Amy instead of a different pair.
Seeming to come to a conclusion, the death cultist, for what else could he be with such attire, shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
The Maiden threw herself to the ground as the emerald streak closed the distance, but Salem was unconcerned. A state far different from the fool who dare strike out at her, his entire posture radiating fear as whatever his spell was intended to do simply splashed harmlessly on impact. Opening a connection to one of her many distant dungeons, the cultist screamed in terror as he was pulled helplessly into the darkness.
"Are you alright, dear?" Salem asked, helping the girl who'd been so useful to her feet as the retreating bird burned away before it could be set upon by her Nevermore.
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The process of integrating Adam's soul into his new prison is a long one.
Layers of skin and muscle are removed until the skull lies bare, bags of blood ready and waiting to replenish the volume lost. You then set to carefully cutting into the skull itself until the top comes off. With the brain cavity exposed to open air, you carve Daedric clusters of binding in a nonagon prism across the inside. That done, you press the hackmanite soul gem into the soft tissues held within and force the disembodied soul to be absorbed into the flesh as Moira watches on with interest.
It is not quite the same as when you performed your own transfer as now you are free to speed the process along. Only six hours pass before you are sure Adam is properly bound to this new flesh, the unconscious reborn girl twitching fitfully in her sleep.
As you go about resealing the brain cap and carving rings of Ehlnofex script to enforce her new responses to negative stimuli, you regard Moira with a speculative look. "Given the new form and former notoriety, it might be for the best that we give Adam here a new name as well."
"Easy enough." The doctor says with a smirk. "Eve."
"From your amusement, I assume there is some significance?"
Nodding, she then goes into detail about some absurd creation myth popularly believed by those in her native realm. First that Brimir nonsense and now this, it seems none of the realms outside Nirn have an inkling as to truth of things. Leaving aside the preposterous idea that there was only one god, how could on of their angels have rebelled and led the humans astray against his wishes if he had only granted free will to the humans?
Shaking the thoughts off as the pointless theological meandering they are, you focus instead on your work. Inverted aggression and inordinately tearful responses aren't going to instill themselves.
Choose:
[] Once finished, wake 'Eve' and inform her of her new situation.
[] You've held up your end of the bargain, returning 'Eve' to the cat faunus can wait. Leave her with the girls she is based on while you investigate the two magic sources in Vale.
[] POV Switch: Louise.
[] Write in.
Aged only to the rough equivalent of four years, it is an impressively unimpressive husk. Sallow skin dotted with a dusting of freckles, blonde hair hanging limp and lifeless, oddly hetero-chromatic brown and blue eyes that are slow to adjust when subjected to changes in lighting, muscles atrophied to the point of appearing almost skeletal and malnourished. The whole thing was as if someone had taken Victoria and her sister, fused them together in an even blend, and then decided the results were too good and started over for a dozen progressively worse iterations.
"It is perfect." You declare, stepping around the table to start preparing your tools.
Scoffing, Moira counters, "For a given sense of 'perfection', maybe. Though I suppose I can't deny that I've done marvelous work within the boundaries given."
Her words would hold more merit if not for the faint pink tinge to her cheeks and prideful tone.
------------------
Arching one delicate brow beneath her new crown, Salem observed the man who had suddenly appeared before her in a blaze of fire.
His robes were a luxurious silken texture that seemed to flow like liquid smoke with every movement, the silver mask in the shape of a human skull serving not the least in hiding his surprise, a flood of magic pulsing out of him from an infinitely small pinpoint somewhere inside his body, an ornate stick pointed in her direction as if to ward off her curiosity.
The gold and crimson vulture that seemed to be the cause of this odd situation was quick to take wing, crowing in a way that she somehow knew was due to confusion at finding her and young Amy instead of a different pair.
Seeming to come to a conclusion, the death cultist, for what else could he be with such attire, shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
The Maiden threw herself to the ground as the emerald streak closed the distance, but Salem was unconcerned. A state far different from the fool who dare strike out at her, his entire posture radiating fear as whatever his spell was intended to do simply splashed harmlessly on impact. Opening a connection to one of her many distant dungeons, the cultist screamed in terror as he was pulled helplessly into the darkness.
"Are you alright, dear?" Salem asked, helping the girl who'd been so useful to her feet as the retreating bird burned away before it could be set upon by her Nevermore.
------------------
The process of integrating Adam's soul into his new prison is a long one.
Layers of skin and muscle are removed until the skull lies bare, bags of blood ready and waiting to replenish the volume lost. You then set to carefully cutting into the skull itself until the top comes off. With the brain cavity exposed to open air, you carve Daedric clusters of binding in a nonagon prism across the inside. That done, you press the hackmanite soul gem into the soft tissues held within and force the disembodied soul to be absorbed into the flesh as Moira watches on with interest.
It is not quite the same as when you performed your own transfer as now you are free to speed the process along. Only six hours pass before you are sure Adam is properly bound to this new flesh, the unconscious reborn girl twitching fitfully in her sleep.
As you go about resealing the brain cap and carving rings of Ehlnofex script to enforce her new responses to negative stimuli, you regard Moira with a speculative look. "Given the new form and former notoriety, it might be for the best that we give Adam here a new name as well."
"Easy enough." The doctor says with a smirk. "Eve."
"From your amusement, I assume there is some significance?"
Nodding, she then goes into detail about some absurd creation myth popularly believed by those in her native realm. First that Brimir nonsense and now this, it seems none of the realms outside Nirn have an inkling as to truth of things. Leaving aside the preposterous idea that there was only one god, how could on of their angels have rebelled and led the humans astray against his wishes if he had only granted free will to the humans?
Shaking the thoughts off as the pointless theological meandering they are, you focus instead on your work. Inverted aggression and inordinately tearful responses aren't going to instill themselves.
Choose:
[] Once finished, wake 'Eve' and inform her of her new situation.
-[] Without delay.
-[] Take her to Blake first, then wake her.
[] You've held up your end of the bargain, returning 'Eve' to the cat faunus can wait. Leave her with the girls she is based on while you investigate the two magic sources in Vale.
[] POV Switch: Louise.
[] Write in.
