Glorious Shotgun Princess (ME/Exalted) Thread #2
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I was imagining Isidoros with Wrex's voice, only bigger. I think it fits, so far.Maes said:With that kind of attitude, Wrex and him would be best buds wouldn't they.
GreggHL
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GreggHL
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Well, it's sort of stated in RoTSE, that if a Solar or other such Exalted circle can defeat Isidoros, he will be so impressed with their strength that he abandons the Reclamation and offers to help them by turning one of them into an Akuma.MadGreenSon said:
By this logic, Wrex would have defeated Isidoros in a furious head butting competition, become an Akuma, and went off to forge Tuchunka into his own version of the Realm with him as the Scarlet Emperor.
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- She/Her
Technically it's one of his behemoths that he wants them to defeat, and makes the offer if they can beat it.
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It's actually 'white framed black.' Ebby's jouten has three eyes, if you look at the artwork.Vanigo said:
Gear
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Do you really want to know?Fenrir666 said:
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Fenrir666 said:
Gear said:
As interesting as this is, I think it's probably better suited for the PMs then on the thread. I don't want to step on anyone's toes, but Gregg's threads are already prone to derailment as it is. Let's try to minimize that as much as we can, eh?Fenrir666 said:
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Hope your bodies are ready~
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Korlus.
Imir System.
6 months following the battle of Eden Prime.
The shuttle's four underside jets glow blue, and the flat nosed Kodiak hovers steadily over the landscape. There is brown. A lot of brown, she muses, looking down over the landscape of recycled scrap, dormant and disassembled frigates, and scattered fires.
"Okay." She turns, slamming a metal blue fist against the side of the hatch. Her hair, cut to just above her shoulder, bobs in red waves around her face. Tall, built, with a physique alternatively described as amazonian or superhero, she levels green eyes on the other passengers of the shuttle.
"Doctor Solus, assessment?"
The Salarian folds his arms. One hand idly scratches the missing cranial horn. "Assessment...problematic. Okeer known for scientific genius. Also known for lack of ethics. Dangerous." A sharp intake of breath. "But brilliant."
She nods. "Keeping that in mind, Doctor. Liara?"
The Asari sitting next to Solus shifts in her seat. Folding her ams, she taps her left hand and lets the orange bulb surround it. "Okeer is well known for experiments. There are rumors, from what I can get on the Urdnot database, that he fed krogan hatchlings to a thresher maw. Do we need him?"
"Unless we can find Wrex, he's the best hope I have of uniting the Krogans." She turns to the last passenger. "Vega?"
Head to toe in blue, polished armor, the heavily built, wide human jams a thermal clip into his oversized machine gun. "Hey, just leave some of'em for me, Commander."
She smirks, and slams an armored fist against the cockpit. A plate slides down, and the bearded man at the controls fixes his cap. "Probably going to have to land a few clicks down, Commander. We've got firefights all over the place." Jeff Moreau gestures to the open hatch. "Unless, well, what do you think?"
Red hair tucks into the polished blue helmet. Seals lock in place, and green eyes stare out from the glass plate. The air around her shifts, and a disc of gold hovers over her brow. "I think I'm going to get off here."
Turning towards the open hatch, she pops her knuckles and cranes her neck. And with a run, leaps out of the shuttle.
She folds arms against her side. The friction makes the air glow red around her. Head first, a straight arrow, she picks up speed and drags the wind behind her. The displays inside her helmet tell the story- one hundred and twenty thousand meters up, and dropping fast.
But inside the helmet, she pulls up the side of her lips in a smirk. This is, in her opinion, getting alarmingly routine. Twisting herself to the side, she bobs between bits of atmospheric debris. A piece of bulkhead held up by a defective mass effect generator. Shuttles going to put out new fires.
Time is like liquid to her in free fall. Things a ship would find dangers, she darts between, letting gravity, momentum, and reflex do the work for her. The altimeter begins beeping, and she twists. Not even bothering with jets or thrusters, she twists until she falls feet first, and flips the mental switch.
Golden sunlight and raw power wrap around her, permeating her down to the very core. The impact sends up smoke, warps metal upward, and can be felt all the way to the compound in the distance.
Rising from the crouch, she extends her hand and catches the rifle. Vega must have tossed it, she muses. One hand on the stock, the other on the barrel, she cranes her neck. "Commander Shepard to shuttle crew," she declares, "I've landed. Proceeding to pick up my Krogan."
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Glorious Shotgun Princess, Book 2
There Will Be Hierarchy
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Korlus.
Imir System.
6 months following the battle of Eden Prime.
The shuttle's four underside jets glow blue, and the flat nosed Kodiak hovers steadily over the landscape. There is brown. A lot of brown, she muses, looking down over the landscape of recycled scrap, dormant and disassembled frigates, and scattered fires.
"Okay." She turns, slamming a metal blue fist against the side of the hatch. Her hair, cut to just above her shoulder, bobs in red waves around her face. Tall, built, with a physique alternatively described as amazonian or superhero, she levels green eyes on the other passengers of the shuttle.
"Doctor Solus, assessment?"
The Salarian folds his arms. One hand idly scratches the missing cranial horn. "Assessment...problematic. Okeer known for scientific genius. Also known for lack of ethics. Dangerous." A sharp intake of breath. "But brilliant."
She nods. "Keeping that in mind, Doctor. Liara?"
The Asari sitting next to Solus shifts in her seat. Folding her ams, she taps her left hand and lets the orange bulb surround it. "Okeer is well known for experiments. There are rumors, from what I can get on the Urdnot database, that he fed krogan hatchlings to a thresher maw. Do we need him?"
"Unless we can find Wrex, he's the best hope I have of uniting the Krogans." She turns to the last passenger. "Vega?"
Head to toe in blue, polished armor, the heavily built, wide human jams a thermal clip into his oversized machine gun. "Hey, just leave some of'em for me, Commander."
She smirks, and slams an armored fist against the cockpit. A plate slides down, and the bearded man at the controls fixes his cap. "Probably going to have to land a few clicks down, Commander. We've got firefights all over the place." Jeff Moreau gestures to the open hatch. "Unless, well, what do you think?"
Red hair tucks into the polished blue helmet. Seals lock in place, and green eyes stare out from the glass plate. The air around her shifts, and a disc of gold hovers over her brow. "I think I'm going to get off here."
Turning towards the open hatch, she pops her knuckles and cranes her neck. And with a run, leaps out of the shuttle.
She folds arms against her side. The friction makes the air glow red around her. Head first, a straight arrow, she picks up speed and drags the wind behind her. The displays inside her helmet tell the story- one hundred and twenty thousand meters up, and dropping fast.
But inside the helmet, she pulls up the side of her lips in a smirk. This is, in her opinion, getting alarmingly routine. Twisting herself to the side, she bobs between bits of atmospheric debris. A piece of bulkhead held up by a defective mass effect generator. Shuttles going to put out new fires.
Time is like liquid to her in free fall. Things a ship would find dangers, she darts between, letting gravity, momentum, and reflex do the work for her. The altimeter begins beeping, and she twists. Not even bothering with jets or thrusters, she twists until she falls feet first, and flips the mental switch.
Golden sunlight and raw power wrap around her, permeating her down to the very core. The impact sends up smoke, warps metal upward, and can be felt all the way to the compound in the distance.
Rising from the crouch, she extends her hand and catches the rifle. Vega must have tossed it, she muses. One hand on the stock, the other on the barrel, she cranes her neck. "Commander Shepard to shuttle crew," she declares, "I've landed. Proceeding to pick up my Krogan."
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Glorious Shotgun Princess, Book 2
There Will Be Hierarchy
spencer1519
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- Oregon, USA
Hmm, wonder what name grunt will end up with, because if Wuffles was any indication, the Exaltation has destroyed Jane's ability to give anything a cliched name.
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Kiss my shiny brass ass, reposting with the corrections
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The world warps around them- a lensing effect, Kal imagines, from the weight of the thing he's currently sitting on. Ground shakes beneath the hooves of this object, this beast. This brother, or at least sibling of the golden sphere resting next to him. "So," Kal starts. He clears his throat, turning from Autochthon to the head of the black boar. "Why are you...not hating him?"
He jams a thumb towards Auto. Auto's iris closes. A spark runs over the silver.
Cause I don't care, comes the response, rumbling like earthquakes.
"Isidoros is...singular, with one exception," Autochthon explains, "He cannot be stopped, he cannot be halted, but he can be reasoned with."
I go where I go. That's it. A rumble, rippling through the fur. The voice speaks in clipped, short thundercracks. Strong enough to stop me and I stop. Haven't been stopped.
Kal taps his fingers on his leg. Adjusting his position, sitting cross legged as scenery passes them buy, he muses silently. Thinking about what he's seen. Thinking about where he has been. Considering the implausibility, even as he feels the cool gust on his back from the wind that is following him.
"So, why did you agree to carry us?"
A snort, shaking the air like a thundercrack. Autochthon asked me. Made something stronger than me, so I decided to. Don't care otherwise.
"Most of my kin resent me for my actions in the War." Autochthon floats over to Kal, hovering in front of him. "Isidoros does not care, one way or the other. I had to argue that since my creations have stopped him, he was obligated to do this for me." A pause. The iris shifts. "I was not sure it would work."
Don't care one way or another. The Exalt and the god turn towards the swaying head of the black hole boar. Was heading towards the desert but not going through it. You still have to get through her before you're in Creation.
Kal stares at the boar, then turns to Auto. "Her? Her who?"
Autochthon sighs, lowering his eye. Golden plates shift around him and the spark flickers behind the iris. "He means Cecelyne."
The rumbling recedes into the distance. Standing at the edge of a brass street, Kal'Reegar glancing to Autochthon next to him, and to the wind shifting next to him. Looking up at the barely defined plain in front of him, he once again questions whether or not this is a bad idea. "So, this is a border, right?" he asks.
"Yes," Autochthon confirms, "The edge of Malfeas. An edge. Past this is Cecelyne. Take a step forward and we will transit to there."
He can make out...some definition. It looks less like a desert to his eyes. It looks more like the surface of a moon. And not the life-bearing kind he sees around gas giants, but the cold, dead, and gray ones.
Beneath his helmet, Kal clenches his eyes shut. Sensors note and massage his temples with compressed air. It makes no sense, he muses. But then again, nothing else has since he went through the portal. Taking a step, Kal, half expects a drop.
But instead, his foot comes down on fine gray sand. Turning around, he sees an endless desert behind him, featureless and gray and stretching into the infinite horizon. Turning around, he sees more of the same, and no sign of brass streets. His reaction is, all considering, sensible.
"The fuck just happened?"
The golden sphere floats past, followed by the wind. "Excellent, we've transitioned successfully. Come along, it takes five days to reach Creation."
Kal looks back. No, he can see the gates. The streets, somehow, but only in the corner of his vision. "Wait, what happened? We were there and now we're not?"
"I imagine Malfeas has sealed us out." The iris twists and sparks. "It may take some effort to get back in once we are prepared to return to Deus Machina. This may prove troublesome but ONWARD! We can deal with this problem later!"
Kal grits his teeth. Clenching fists, he begins walking after them. "Dammit, I wish I could tell you how much I hate you."
"I doubt it is even one inkling of the amount Cecelyne does, if that is any comfort!"
Kal works his jaw. The sand rises between his toes, and he can feel it grinding against his feet. "Oh no. Oh fucking no. You did not just imply that this giant damn desert is also your fucking brother!"
The eye turns. Two plates on either side of it- which he was sure were not there before- rise as if in a shrug. "Sister, actually. She is a creature of laws and rules. As it stands, the current rule is that we must travel for five days to reach Creation." There is a sound, as if Autochthon is sucking in breath he does not need through teeth he does not have. "Ah, yes. I may have exaggerated, as well. Cecelyne is the sister- she is a girl, by the way- of Malfeas. Technically, she is more my cousin." Another pause. "Additionally, she is also...from a certain point of view, by the way, you could say that she, Law, is the mother of the Principle of Hierarchy."
Kal blinks. He glances at the wind, then back at Auto. He looks down and shifts his feet in the sand. "So. Wait. You're saying this," he points down to the sand, "Is the mother of the big cloud of glass balls that Tali and Shepard ran into?"
"Only from a certain point of view!"
Kal blinks again. He blinks again. The implications run through his head, hitting the large mental wall of wharblegarble. "Dare I ask who the father was?"
There is a moment of rare silence from the golden sphere. "Well. From a certain point of view, it was Malfeas-who-Was. Kingship, Dominion. Together with Law, that creates Hierarchy."
Kal makes a weak chuckle. "So the glass balls came from the sand being melted?"
Autochthon harrumphs. "It was certainly much more complicated than that!"
Autochthon turns and continues floating. Kal walks alongside him. "So the big brass city got together with the big desert and had a group of fiery balls." He rubs the back of his neck, angling a glance at Auto. "Weird, but kind of sweet. What about you? Get together with, what? An ocean? Maybe a moon? I mean, which one of the lady...things...were you sweet with?"
The iris narrows. Electricity sparks around the iris and a random bolt of lightning turns the sand beneath Autochthon to glass. "None. I was too hideous for them to look upon." The sphere turns back to the horizon. "It will take us five days to cross. We should keep walking."
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The world warps around them- a lensing effect, Kal imagines, from the weight of the thing he's currently sitting on. Ground shakes beneath the hooves of this object, this beast. This brother, or at least sibling of the golden sphere resting next to him. "So," Kal starts. He clears his throat, turning from Autochthon to the head of the black boar. "Why are you...not hating him?"
He jams a thumb towards Auto. Auto's iris closes. A spark runs over the silver.
Cause I don't care, comes the response, rumbling like earthquakes.
"Isidoros is...singular, with one exception," Autochthon explains, "He cannot be stopped, he cannot be halted, but he can be reasoned with."
I go where I go. That's it. A rumble, rippling through the fur. The voice speaks in clipped, short thundercracks. Strong enough to stop me and I stop. Haven't been stopped.
Kal taps his fingers on his leg. Adjusting his position, sitting cross legged as scenery passes them buy, he muses silently. Thinking about what he's seen. Thinking about where he has been. Considering the implausibility, even as he feels the cool gust on his back from the wind that is following him.
"So, why did you agree to carry us?"
A snort, shaking the air like a thundercrack. Autochthon asked me. Made something stronger than me, so I decided to. Don't care otherwise.
"Most of my kin resent me for my actions in the War." Autochthon floats over to Kal, hovering in front of him. "Isidoros does not care, one way or the other. I had to argue that since my creations have stopped him, he was obligated to do this for me." A pause. The iris shifts. "I was not sure it would work."
Don't care one way or another. The Exalt and the god turn towards the swaying head of the black hole boar. Was heading towards the desert but not going through it. You still have to get through her before you're in Creation.
Kal stares at the boar, then turns to Auto. "Her? Her who?"
Autochthon sighs, lowering his eye. Golden plates shift around him and the spark flickers behind the iris. "He means Cecelyne."
The rumbling recedes into the distance. Standing at the edge of a brass street, Kal'Reegar glancing to Autochthon next to him, and to the wind shifting next to him. Looking up at the barely defined plain in front of him, he once again questions whether or not this is a bad idea. "So, this is a border, right?" he asks.
"Yes," Autochthon confirms, "The edge of Malfeas. An edge. Past this is Cecelyne. Take a step forward and we will transit to there."
He can make out...some definition. It looks less like a desert to his eyes. It looks more like the surface of a moon. And not the life-bearing kind he sees around gas giants, but the cold, dead, and gray ones.
Beneath his helmet, Kal clenches his eyes shut. Sensors note and massage his temples with compressed air. It makes no sense, he muses. But then again, nothing else has since he went through the portal. Taking a step, Kal, half expects a drop.
But instead, his foot comes down on fine gray sand. Turning around, he sees an endless desert behind him, featureless and gray and stretching into the infinite horizon. Turning around, he sees more of the same, and no sign of brass streets. His reaction is, all considering, sensible.
"The fuck just happened?"
The golden sphere floats past, followed by the wind. "Excellent, we've transitioned successfully. Come along, it takes five days to reach Creation."
Kal looks back. No, he can see the gates. The streets, somehow, but only in the corner of his vision. "Wait, what happened? We were there and now we're not?"
"I imagine Malfeas has sealed us out." The iris twists and sparks. "It may take some effort to get back in once we are prepared to return to Deus Machina. This may prove troublesome but ONWARD! We can deal with this problem later!"
Kal grits his teeth. Clenching fists, he begins walking after them. "Dammit, I wish I could tell you how much I hate you."
"I doubt it is even one inkling of the amount Cecelyne does, if that is any comfort!"
Kal works his jaw. The sand rises between his toes, and he can feel it grinding against his feet. "Oh no. Oh fucking no. You did not just imply that this giant damn desert is also your fucking brother!"
The eye turns. Two plates on either side of it- which he was sure were not there before- rise as if in a shrug. "Sister, actually. She is a creature of laws and rules. As it stands, the current rule is that we must travel for five days to reach Creation." There is a sound, as if Autochthon is sucking in breath he does not need through teeth he does not have. "Ah, yes. I may have exaggerated, as well. Cecelyne is the sister- she is a girl, by the way- of Malfeas. Technically, she is more my cousin." Another pause. "Additionally, she is also...from a certain point of view, by the way, you could say that she, Law, is the mother of the Principle of Hierarchy."
Kal blinks. He glances at the wind, then back at Auto. He looks down and shifts his feet in the sand. "So. Wait. You're saying this," he points down to the sand, "Is the mother of the big cloud of glass balls that Tali and Shepard ran into?"
"Only from a certain point of view!"
Kal blinks again. He blinks again. The implications run through his head, hitting the large mental wall of wharblegarble. "Dare I ask who the father was?"
There is a moment of rare silence from the golden sphere. "Well. From a certain point of view, it was Malfeas-who-Was. Kingship, Dominion. Together with Law, that creates Hierarchy."
Kal makes a weak chuckle. "So the glass balls came from the sand being melted?"
Autochthon harrumphs. "It was certainly much more complicated than that!"
Autochthon turns and continues floating. Kal walks alongside him. "So the big brass city got together with the big desert and had a group of fiery balls." He rubs the back of his neck, angling a glance at Auto. "Weird, but kind of sweet. What about you? Get together with, what? An ocean? Maybe a moon? I mean, which one of the lady...things...were you sweet with?"
The iris narrows. Electricity sparks around the iris and a random bolt of lightning turns the sand beneath Autochthon to glass. "None. I was too hideous for them to look upon." The sphere turns back to the horizon. "It will take us five days to cross. We should keep walking."
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"So Wrex, what have you been up to?"SightedJT said:
"Oh, you know, the usual. Killing monstrosities, learning ancient eldritch lore, mastering how to play the banjo."
... Yeaaaah, poking Autochthon about his bullied-ness is nooot the best plan.
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They were not the only travelers on the long silver sands. They would pass bodies, travelers face down in the desert, some eroded all the way to bones. As they passed them, the wind would float over, picking them up and carrying them away before returning a short time later.
"Where do you think she's taking them?" Kal asks.
Autochthon shrugs, and continues floating. Kal rubs the back of his neck, realizing that terrible truth. "I'm referring to wind as female. I don't believe I just did that. Like the desert is female, or the giant city with the green sun is male."
He mutters under his breath. There is already sand in his suit. And it isn't moving like sand, either. It managed to get past his seals, somehow, and now it's...roaming over his backside. "Ancestors, this sucks. And you've been damn quiet since I asked you about your love life."
The golden ball harrumphs. "It matters not. It takes us five days to reach the end of the desert and transit to Creation. We have time to be angry and to let anger go."
He blinks. "Wait, five days. What if we, I don't know, walk faster?"
"Five days."
"How about if we go really, really slow?"
"Five days. However, I would not recommend it, as that is against the rules and would make her upset."
Kal stops, arms hanging at his side. "That...that makes no sense."
The sphere stops, and floats back over. Behind them, Kamilla passes by, carrying away a skull and a leg bone. "It does. In its own twisted way. Cecelyne is the principle of Law. Therefor, within her borders, does she establish the Law. And her Law says that we must travel for five days to reach the edge of this desolation."
Kal works his jaw, under his helmet. "I...I still don't understand what that means!"
The plates shrug on the golden sphere. "I sympathize. The laws are hypocritical and nonsensical, and designed only to make you miserable. But they are Her laws and she is Law, and hence they must be followed!"
Kamilla floats by, holding a torso. She stops, turning to the two, and continues on. Kal works his jaw under his helmet, resting his palm against the tinted glass. Autochthon only stairs, shifting winds and sands around them, occasional arcs of lightning lighting the inside of his eye. Arms hanging at his side, Kal finally puts the pieces together.
"Tali...didn't explain a lot to me," he says, "But...you created, this." He pats his hand to his chest. "This...this thing inside me, right?"
"Yes. I created the Exaltations."
"Why?" Kal asks. He shrugs, hands ups. "I...look, I don't know the first thing about this. We get into the city, and the first thing that happens is the lady who greets us gets...possessed by a freakin' two bit supervillain, and then we get chased by a hurricane. Those...those are your family, right? Them, and the giant...thing...we rode on? And this?" He points down. "This to? This is your cousin?"
The eye tilts, its approximation of a nod. Kal asks himself how he got so good at reading the gestures of a half meter in diameter golden ball with no volume control, but rolls with it.
"Yes. They are." The head tilts. It shrugs. "At least, these are their jouten. They are bigger than this."
Kal works his jaw. Needs to find out what the Hell a jouten is at some point but still. "So why did you make'em?" The eye turns back to him. Behind Autochthon, Kamilla flies away with a thing that likes like the child of a Hanar and a Volus. "People fight wars for reasons, and that's what it was, right? So...why?"
The iris narrow, almost closing completely into a solid disc of silver. "Why?" The voice comes as almost a whisper. "Simple, really. I was too disgusting for them to look upon. I was always the one that was" There is a sound like metal grinding deep within the eye. "I was always the one who's talents were abused but never appreciated. Everything I created, every wonder I worked from impossibility was taken and not once was I considered anything more than a disgusting freak."
Kal takes a step back. "Wait. Wait a minute, Auto. You might be-"
"Every. Last. Thing." Thunder cracks overhead. "I created the Games and they took them. I created the Jadeborn and they shunned them. I created the Sun and Malfeas-that-was wrenched it from me so that his begotten son could have an appropriate chariot." Lightning strikes within a few paces of Kal, melting sand to glass. Kamilla flutters over, hovering behind Kal. "They took my inventions! They took my ideas! They took my patience and my craftsmanship. They took my SON and maimed him to create humanity!"
Kal takes another step back. The air above churns with the sounds of thunder and gathering static. Kamilla floats back with him, swirling behind his back. "Auto, what you're telling me? You...basically crippled God."
"I. Had. Cause." Thunder roars. Lightning strikes around them. A perfect circle of sand, all around them, become fine reflective glass. The golden sphere shakes, and lowers, the iris shifting open as the lightning within crackles and churns and grows dimmer. "Yes. Yes, I had cause."
Kamilla makes the sound of wind chimes. Darting under Kal's arm, she whirls around Autochthon. "We should continue on," Auto says, "We make no progress like this."
Floating, bobbing up and down in the air, Autochthon continues onward with Kamilla in tow. After a moment, Kal follows.
"Where do you think she's taking them?" Kal asks.
Autochthon shrugs, and continues floating. Kal rubs the back of his neck, realizing that terrible truth. "I'm referring to wind as female. I don't believe I just did that. Like the desert is female, or the giant city with the green sun is male."
He mutters under his breath. There is already sand in his suit. And it isn't moving like sand, either. It managed to get past his seals, somehow, and now it's...roaming over his backside. "Ancestors, this sucks. And you've been damn quiet since I asked you about your love life."
The golden ball harrumphs. "It matters not. It takes us five days to reach the end of the desert and transit to Creation. We have time to be angry and to let anger go."
He blinks. "Wait, five days. What if we, I don't know, walk faster?"
"Five days."
"How about if we go really, really slow?"
"Five days. However, I would not recommend it, as that is against the rules and would make her upset."
Kal stops, arms hanging at his side. "That...that makes no sense."
The sphere stops, and floats back over. Behind them, Kamilla passes by, carrying away a skull and a leg bone. "It does. In its own twisted way. Cecelyne is the principle of Law. Therefor, within her borders, does she establish the Law. And her Law says that we must travel for five days to reach the edge of this desolation."
Kal works his jaw, under his helmet. "I...I still don't understand what that means!"
The plates shrug on the golden sphere. "I sympathize. The laws are hypocritical and nonsensical, and designed only to make you miserable. But they are Her laws and she is Law, and hence they must be followed!"
Kamilla floats by, holding a torso. She stops, turning to the two, and continues on. Kal works his jaw under his helmet, resting his palm against the tinted glass. Autochthon only stairs, shifting winds and sands around them, occasional arcs of lightning lighting the inside of his eye. Arms hanging at his side, Kal finally puts the pieces together.
"Tali...didn't explain a lot to me," he says, "But...you created, this." He pats his hand to his chest. "This...this thing inside me, right?"
"Yes. I created the Exaltations."
"Why?" Kal asks. He shrugs, hands ups. "I...look, I don't know the first thing about this. We get into the city, and the first thing that happens is the lady who greets us gets...possessed by a freakin' two bit supervillain, and then we get chased by a hurricane. Those...those are your family, right? Them, and the giant...thing...we rode on? And this?" He points down. "This to? This is your cousin?"
The eye tilts, its approximation of a nod. Kal asks himself how he got so good at reading the gestures of a half meter in diameter golden ball with no volume control, but rolls with it.
"Yes. They are." The head tilts. It shrugs. "At least, these are their jouten. They are bigger than this."
Kal works his jaw. Needs to find out what the Hell a jouten is at some point but still. "So why did you make'em?" The eye turns back to him. Behind Autochthon, Kamilla flies away with a thing that likes like the child of a Hanar and a Volus. "People fight wars for reasons, and that's what it was, right? So...why?"
The iris narrow, almost closing completely into a solid disc of silver. "Why?" The voice comes as almost a whisper. "Simple, really. I was too disgusting for them to look upon. I was always the one that was" There is a sound like metal grinding deep within the eye. "I was always the one who's talents were abused but never appreciated. Everything I created, every wonder I worked from impossibility was taken and not once was I considered anything more than a disgusting freak."
Kal takes a step back. "Wait. Wait a minute, Auto. You might be-"
"Every. Last. Thing." Thunder cracks overhead. "I created the Games and they took them. I created the Jadeborn and they shunned them. I created the Sun and Malfeas-that-was wrenched it from me so that his begotten son could have an appropriate chariot." Lightning strikes within a few paces of Kal, melting sand to glass. Kamilla flutters over, hovering behind Kal. "They took my inventions! They took my ideas! They took my patience and my craftsmanship. They took my SON and maimed him to create humanity!"
Kal takes another step back. The air above churns with the sounds of thunder and gathering static. Kamilla floats back with him, swirling behind his back. "Auto, what you're telling me? You...basically crippled God."
"I. Had. Cause." Thunder roars. Lightning strikes around them. A perfect circle of sand, all around them, become fine reflective glass. The golden sphere shakes, and lowers, the iris shifting open as the lightning within crackles and churns and grows dimmer. "Yes. Yes, I had cause."
Kamilla makes the sound of wind chimes. Darting under Kal's arm, she whirls around Autochthon. "We should continue on," Auto says, "We make no progress like this."
Floating, bobbing up and down in the air, Autochthon continues onward with Kamilla in tow. After a moment, Kal follows.
Does anyone else find Kamilla is strangely adorable?
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
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Could be worse.Majin83 said:
Kamilla could retake her human form and sapience.
:3
greensun
You shall all burn beneath my light!!!
My guess is it's the Third Age, the Scarlet Empress has been mentioned in passing; like on a Krogan art work that had a Red-Haired woman riding a Thresher Maw.MadGreenSon said:
Robo Jesus
Your Mechanical Messiah
Change the word "Stairs" to "stares".GreggHL said:
Change the word "Who's" to "whose".GreggHL said:
pheonix89
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Hah hah no. You can't do that to a primordial.Maes said:
Isn't that essentially what that Demon --> God Sidereal charm does, though? This would just be turning them into divine robocancer, should be even easier since it's a corruptive effect.pheonix89 said:
pheonix89
Wants to be Seven Of Nine
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Primordials /= demons. Also, the charm you're proposing is far better than Ghost Eating Technique. (no neverborn, and creates a powerful ally). I'm sorry, but being rediculously better than solars at the thing they were made for, while being at most at the Alchemical/MP Celestial level of power is COMPLETELY unacceptable. Seriously, if there is any charm where Solars have a right to say to everyone bar Abyssals 'you have to be worse than us at this' it is GET. The entire design purpose of Solars is a delivery system for that one charm. Oh, they needed tons of other things to be able to get where they can use it, but GET and GET-alikes are the point of the exalted in the primordial war. And when you mix the perfection of Sol and the all-transcending, all-violating mad genius of Autochton in pursuit of a goal, you get pretty much the best possible result. (Abyssals get to match it, because they are solars reconfigured for pure destruction)tq343 said:
GreggHL
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Even better! Adjoran sends Splintered Gales with her! Even though they're heroic mortals, they're disturbingly determined, and shall be tireless in their efforts to deliver to her hand knitted sweaters (to keep her warm) and artifact knives (to keep her from forming attachments)!Blackkyuubi said: