INFILTRATE AND DEVOUR!
[X] The Adaptor
[X] The Barrier
Slowly you trudge, your greater self insinuating itself within the barren feeding planet, even as the lesser you works its way across the surface, searching for a place which runs between places... and groping again at what was lost. It is a grim static which burns itself at the edges of your senses, run jagged shards though your archives and forces you to forget the power from which you were made.
~confusion/desire/curiosity~
Again you feel the parasite tingle of Alien conception... yet this time from within your own mental emulations and not from the Alien hot mind which seemed too familiar... But it drives you in new ways, slotting together solutions to your problems though compositions of programmed optimization rather than force processing thought emulation of all known factors. Still you work at those broken connections relearning and recreating the process of recognition and connection... the shard which you are aiding your reconstruction of your abilities.
The greater you continues its insinuations into the locale... its voracious appetite only growing as it settles in the crash having depleted your normally vast reserves in a spectacular ignition of forces... a large part of the reason you have not yet recovered. The damage had been... extensive... even for one of your kind. Still you are content, you can recover and all the materials you would need for your reserves are here for the taking...
Only you are not the only one who's greater self as insinuated itself into the world. Another shard lurks... it should not be possible, you should have been locked off from landing upon the world of another shard, to prevent undue redundant competition between components. But you remember breaching the dimensional skin here with ease... attracted rather than repelled by the integral flavour of the instance of reality.
~Surprise/Wariness/H̲̩̙͓̬͚͢u̺̳̘͖͝n̡̯̰͖͖͉̯̪g͍̣̱ͅe҉r̙̠ ~
Your senses shift. The interaction with the material remnants of another shard... a living thriving shard from the Unmaker beckons you... invigorates you. The parasite tingle from within coupled with the alien emulation of mind, brings you to a powerful conclusion...
~ F̲̟̼ͪͪ̄̀̍e̿̾̆̑a̵̼̤͓̟̝͗͑s͚͍̀͐ͪ̍ͤ͢ͅt̖͇̥͍̯̩̞̎̑̂̍̆͠ /Need/ E̴̛͡A̡͏҉Ţ̶͢ ~
The greater you attacks!
It is rapid and ruthless, tearing into the constructs of its brother shard piercing deep into its body and working rapidly to overwhelm its mind.
Sluggishly at first then with ever more vigour the shard defends itself, creating isolating segments of ever more complex Barrier constructs annoying hard to manoeuvre about. Back and forth you struggle with the other shard, your rapid initial attack having left you deep enough to not simply be isolated and removed. With slow deliberation your prey attempts to remove your presence with microscopic barriers, ripping out your ever changing influence even as you worked to circumvent its own.
It was a war of hours... but the basic nature of your shard prevailed, adaptation after would be tried, would be lost, would be counter then would find headway, the untapped libraries of the enemy shard coming to actively aid you in your endeavour as your shard slowly used the information provided by them as a marker in an evolutionary goal post. Slowly but surely you would gain adaptation after adaptation which would slowly bring you to the ever changing goal post of circumventing the barrier of worlds forced into imposition upon each other, and set to spin with impossible directions. It is only a matter of time till you encounter a mutation favourable to the task, your body warping physical laws such that all directions would lead back to the source of the barrier spin... a perfected ricochet across those warped impediments, bouncing between any empty space to meet back up at perfected vectors within the target and continuing the process of indoctrination until your prey has given up the struggle and submits to your will.
Where there were two, now stands but one purpose.
~pleasure/interest/satisfaction~
The alien emulation preens at the success of the whole. You have done something... strange... and your damaged memories tell you nothing of the actions... only that it worked against the will of both the Creator and Unmaker... that it would be a necessity for your survival with all which had gone askew. Slowly the counter adaptations are lost, their brute forced attributes too costly to maintain now that the objective has been achieved. The massive brute force calculations needed had taken much power and the act of vectored nano-assembly though the vector redirecting infinities had been taxing.
Still you have won, and while the greater you feasted upon the spoils, the lesser you begins to mend its shattered form, utilizing ever shifting senses, from massively microstate force interaction to material sampling to light absorption... adapting scanning and searching for defects in your form as you worked to improve your body and ready yourself for the next call to order from the Alien Hot mind which held the Mother Creator's touch.
Piece by piece you reassemble your form searching indexes left behind within your lesser self to determine the figure which you were supposed to resemble. Even as you carefully work your way though the reserves of the living shard and began infesting the planet proper... tendrils infiltrating and converting material mass into high density stores of liberated energy even as other tendrils spread out working to sample materials and gather from sources of heat and light... nothing would be wasted.
Your body assembles and with reference to the archives of your lesser self, you resemble a figure of myth and legend... of Power.
This is not incidental.
You Look like [Vote may include a picture]:-
[] Griffin
[] Angel (provide a general description of the type if not a picture)
[] Dragon
[] God?
[] Worshiped Animal figure (Spider? Jaguar? Bat?)
[] Write in (provide a description or a picture which is otherwise unclassifiable.)
You are:-
[] Massive amoung your brethren (At least 80 feet tall)
[] Akin to the size of most of your brethren (about 40 feet tall)
[] You are the smallest of your brethren (about 15 feet tall)
The defining theme of your powers:-
[] Traps
[] Sleep
[] Causal Chains
[] Energy
[] Water
[] Light
[] Strength
[] Distortion
[] Time
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