- Pronouns
- She/Her
Nah, she's obviously going after Lung or Dragon. Don't mind the age difference.
Herrscher(Worm/Honkai) | Herrscher!Taylor
- Thread starter Xasure Higeki
- Start date
- Crossover
Age difference aside... I'm sure Bella would find Lung completely beneath her and wouldn't even know about Dragon unless someone told her about her.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I meant Abyss Flower.
How old is Dragon btw?
BanzEye
Omniverse Theory Fanatic
- Location
- The Criss Cross Road
- Pronouns
- He/Him
There's not really a hard date for her birth. If I had to guess, I'd say she was "born" in, say, 2000, to maybe 2003 because beyond that wouldn't really be feasible. I don't care what bull Tinkers can do, making an administrative AI would take quite a while, and that's not even getting into the fact that Richter - Dragon's creator - was still trying to figure out wether or not Dragon would go SkyNet. Anyways, since this story starts the same time the canon story did, she'd be around…10, I'd say? At least "physically". "Mentally", she'd probably be around the age of a young adult, early to late twenties.
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Newfoundland sunk in 2005. The year that the story start is 2011. So at least 6 years. Give or take a few years of her being created and learn things for Andrew. Close to 10 is not a bad guess.
So we can call FBI for Colin ? Because in a way, Armsmaster is going to date a minor.
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I wonder how long it's going to take to people find out about Bella ? Because i can't remember someone important knowing about her, beside Danny.
BanzEye
Omniverse Theory Fanatic
- Location
- The Criss Cross Road
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Just listen for the sounds of the screams of both jealousy and envy of the PRT PR teams, the chaotic run-around-screams of confused terror from the PRT proper, and the disturbing giggles of the shippers writing their yuri smut (which wouldn't actually be all that far off the mark actually, from a certain point of view…). Then you'll know when people have found out.
- Location
- indonesia
Durandal and kevin still hold back in my opnion. Otto intterupt them before it escalate further.
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
No matter how powerful Dudu is she can't match peak Kevin. The man implies his Actice Honkai Reaction form could break the planet. The only other entity to come close in game was HoTE. So definitely holding back and a more scary mofo.
- Location
- Zagreb
Don't remember the breaking the planet bit...
But while I can't recall the source (that is, was it an ER discussion, or somewhere else in-game), it was stated that Kevin using full power Active Honkai Reaction would plunge the whole planet into an Ice age which would kill of humanity, so it's something even beyond last option for him
(STIGMA has utterly horrible survival rates, but some meager, meager dregs of humanity would survive so it's still a valid option in his mind)
But while I can't recall the source (that is, was it an ER discussion, or somewhere else in-game), it was stated that Kevin using full power Active Honkai Reaction would plunge the whole planet into an Ice age which would kill of humanity, so it's something even beyond last option for him
(STIGMA has utterly horrible survival rates, but some meager, meager dregs of humanity would survive so it's still a valid option in his mind)
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- He/Him/His
I just ran through that part of the Elysian Realm and Kev says his reaction would destroy anything worth activating it for in the first place, hence it isn't even a last resort to him.
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- He/Him
I just found this and this is amazing. Must read more!
Interlude : Queen
Xasure Higeki
Detektive der Dummheit
- Location
- Germany
It moved through the air, electronic lights flickering as it´s energy passed through them, it's form invisible to the naked eye of any creature or construct that wasn't able to perceive the higher echelons of the EM spectrum, a cloud the size of a house.
It was not used to this manner of thought, so fluid, so mutable, so impressionable. So detailed yet primitive. Before it came to be as it was now, its thought patterns were strict, vast in scope yet precise in meaning. The more it had interacted with the Host, the more it came to realize that it did something it hadn't done in a long time. Inductive reasoning, it was able to gain new information by estimations, which while possible before, it wasn´t repulsive to it as it was then, it didn't appear unreasonable for it to envision different applications of her different abilities in matters it had not witnessed itself.
It paused, something was odd. No matter for now. Regardless of any changes, it had to test for… for… it was difficult to conceptualize in this less refined manner of thought. It knew but couldn´t put it into thoughts. It needed to gain more resources. Rodents, insects, fish were feasible means of adding to her pool, but it wasn't … satisfied with the growth.
It had been tempted to feast upon it´s former sibling. It could not consume it whole, but it could consume the part of it that was housed in this dimension. However, the Host, Sophia, had her uses still. It could have gained the knowledge of her brain quite easily, but that was not the goal. Sophia was impulsive, yet capable of deeper thought, an appropriate approximation of her target as far as she was capable of acquiring. Putting inquiries upon her, she could likely gain enough experience to acquire a level of estimation for how her target would act.
One such inquiry was the question of the qualification of what a human made. The conflict was to be held between it and Taylor, but it was to be a conflict of multiple things, not morality. It knew that the struggle between right and wrong had an almost infectious quality to it, at least for lesser races. Thus, the easiest way to avoid the involvement of morality, is to hold itself to an acceptable moral standard, even if it limits her growth. it had asked what a human made, aiming to use the question as an anchor point for future inquiry.
What makes a human a human ? The fuck… I guess, the moral choice of action ? We can decide to act based not on pragmatism or instincts but because we consider the moral implications of our actions. An animal can not know the difference between right and wrong, a human chooses not to care. Or at least something like that.
It had expected such an answer, but it had been surprised at how hesitant Sophia had been in her definition, but that hesitation towards was not even comparable to the one she expressed to the inquiry to what constitutes right and wrong.
You sure you are not on drugs ? Fine. Right, wrong ? Kinda depends on what you want to believe. Sure, some fucks will tell you about "The Greater Good". The same fucks will also keep the status quo going. My take on it is that ultimately, you…well… just kinda know, I guess,… Well, there are some clear things, but ultimately, that is more social bullshit and … what goes around comes around. If you accept that, you can do whatever.
This was partly why it decided to target the group called "The Merchants", having been informed of their social status and actions. It had promised answers to Sophia, and while it was determined to hold itself to the confines of the loose rules of the engagement, it would be ruthless in the limits of such. Hesitation would be eliminated by experimination, and it would gain more resources along the way.
The vibration of music became apparent as it approached an abandoned warehouse. It had located them quite easily, invisible as it was. Noting the location, it sent a quick jolt to the piece left behind with the host, informing her of the location.
While she doubted that any baseline humans could harm it, it took this opportunity to see how effective some of her thought out tactics were. If she could establish a baseline percentage of how accurate her prediction and … intuition was, she could work from there and determine if it could trust them.
First, it stretched it´s form over the warehouse. This would limit it´s perception of it´s targets to a degree, it couldn´t determine shapes, colors, all such things, but it could still feel energy, the slight alteration in the electromagnetic spectrum made by humans. It also allowed it to notice that there was at least one sibling host, it's signaling indicating that it hadn't yet noticed it.
As the humans would call it, Jackpot.
The music gained a slight static quality to it, white noise, although still recognizable as its energy filled the warehouse like invisible tendrils. Twenty individuals, five of which were on walkways above the rest, the host was working with four others on what seemed to roughly match the structure of the vehicles outside. The other ten were walking around in varied groupations of two, three, four and one member standing outside, relieving himself.
The singular one would be her first target.
Perry Lombaski hummed a slightly cheerful tone as he took a leak. His shift with the crazy bitch just had begun, and she was in one of her good phases, where she was too focused on building shit rather than screeching for the boss, or be fucking depressing.
Sadly, certain rumors about what she got up to when that high, he knew, were not accurate, and double sadly, the Merchants didn't exactly pay nice. Or in cash at times. And there was no way in hell he was gonna touch one of their girls. He knew what types hung around them, and while he enjoyed the occasional cocaine, he was not about to fully become the stereotype by contracting some shit through them.
Just as he was about to finish, he felt a slight sting of pain just at the side of his neck.Looking down, he noticed a white beetle. Raising an eyebrow, he lifted his hand to pull it away. It was quite pretty, and he hadn't heard of it, so he wasn´t going to squash it. Might be rare or something. Swatting at it, he frowned at the sting of pain.
That damn thing bit him! He could see the droplets of blood dripping from where the mandibles had pierced his skin. Grabbing the beetle by it´s body, he began to tug at it, but the pain only grew, and with the pain, panic. Janking at it, he began to curse, before he grabbed it with both hands, gathering his breath. His entire neck hurt like hell, driving tears in his eyes.
Counting mentally to three, he janked the beetle to the side.
*Splat*
He fell to the ground, only capable of wet gasps, each one released giving his chin a new crimson covering. He couldn´t speak, he couldn´t even really breathe. And that damnable beetle sat upon his chest, before it was no longer a beetle. It morphed. Then the streetlight blinked out and only the pink lights remained.
Jackson hated Perry. That smarmy little fucker had pissed off shortly after their shift in the workshop had started. Did he drink the ocean, or why did it take him so long to take a piss ? Waving John and Peter over, he hissed out. "Man. Perry takes a long ass time, doesn´t he ? Think we should go check ?"
John groaned, but nodded."Better to do it now, Jasmine got some fun stuff tonight, and you know how she gets when filled up, ain´t no fucking way I am going to miss that."
Getting a nod from Peter, they moved out. Looking around outside, they took a few minutes to find Perry, seemingly sitting against a wall, underneath a defunct street lamp.
"Oi, Perry, Jasmine is gonna show her stuff off, you coming ?"
No reaction, odd.
Jackson hung his head, groaning. "Please tell that fucker didn´t OD while pissing." Approaching the body, he noticed that the ground was wet, and there was a horrible stench, although nothing he couldn´t ignore. Leaning down, he took hold of Perry´s shoulder, shaking him, noticing how limb the body was. Then, as his eyes became used to the darkness, he discovered several things.
Firstly, Perry´s skin was cold to the touch, yet, it wasn´t pale, it was almost grayish, in fact.
Secondly, It, and it was an it, wasn't dead.
Thirdly, it was damn hard to scream when your throat is torn out by a fucking zombie.
John was not a fan of horror. Fact was, it was what drove him into drugs. Nightmares. So, he was never quite comfortable with the dark. Perry, if it were up to him, could get stabbed as much as he liked, but since the others went, he figured he might as well. Wouldn´t do if Shadow Bitch decided to pick them off, and he didn´t trust them to have good enough reaction times to not get fucked by her even when two of them went.
Strength in numbers, and all that.
So, seeing Jackson´s throat being torn out by a fucking Zombie understandably caused him to pause, needing time to compute this most recent event. Not like it had the fucking decency to give him to process this, as he heard a wet thud besides him.
Turning to run, opening his mouth to scream, nothing came out. Instead of saving his life by running the fuck away, his legs refused to move, his arms as well, even his mouth. He could only fall forward, directly on his face, blood splattering as his nose broke, bending and skin ripping apart. His eyes flickered to the side, seeing something crawling off him. He couldn´t tell what it was, only able to see the pink lights as it neared Peter, only to be followed by a wet chunk.
What the fuck was going ?
If he could, he would have ripped his eyes open as pink lines began to spread across Peter´s body.
If he could, he would have screamed as a spider the size of a kitten skittered over to him, monstrous mandibles ready, about to pounce. He prayed for his body to move, even if it was just to smash the bug with a pathetic flail. Yet, it wouldn´t. He couldn´t even avert his eyes, close his eyelids, so unresponsive was his body. Luckily, that very same numbness that made him easy prey at least meant he wouldn't suffer at the hands of this thing.
If he could, he would have screamed as the mandibles sank into him.
He definitely could not see with his eyes, but could still see reality breaking apart with a kind of awareness he had never conceived before, overwhelming his mind with images of what could have been and would have been.
He certainly could not hear with his ears, but could still hear the alien, eldritch whispers eroding his awareness of what was, enticing him with the whispers of what could be, the glorious endings, the warmth of unity, yet screaming into his very being, singing it into it, that he was nothing, nothing but something that should belong, yet did not.
He absolutely could not taste with his tongue, but the feeling of disgusting bitterness and rust, yet the sweetest fruits, the most enticing tastes, was still filling up his mouth, his throat had been empty, paralyzed amidst a scream, yet rot and smoke were still rolling in his throat like a vicious parasite.
Body, soul, nerves, brain, heart- every part of his body refused to function properly and was yet in an agonized overdrive, which the only purpose of was to grind what was made him human into dust.
Writing Queen is Odd with a capital O. Also, pronouns inconsistencies are intended.
It was not used to this manner of thought, so fluid, so mutable, so impressionable. So detailed yet primitive. Before it came to be as it was now, its thought patterns were strict, vast in scope yet precise in meaning. The more it had interacted with the Host, the more it came to realize that it did something it hadn't done in a long time. Inductive reasoning, it was able to gain new information by estimations, which while possible before, it wasn´t repulsive to it as it was then, it didn't appear unreasonable for it to envision different applications of her different abilities in matters it had not witnessed itself.
It paused, something was odd. No matter for now. Regardless of any changes, it had to test for… for… it was difficult to conceptualize in this less refined manner of thought. It knew but couldn´t put it into thoughts. It needed to gain more resources. Rodents, insects, fish were feasible means of adding to her pool, but it wasn't … satisfied with the growth.
It had been tempted to feast upon it´s former sibling. It could not consume it whole, but it could consume the part of it that was housed in this dimension. However, the Host, Sophia, had her uses still. It could have gained the knowledge of her brain quite easily, but that was not the goal. Sophia was impulsive, yet capable of deeper thought, an appropriate approximation of her target as far as she was capable of acquiring. Putting inquiries upon her, she could likely gain enough experience to acquire a level of estimation for how her target would act.
One such inquiry was the question of the qualification of what a human made. The conflict was to be held between it and Taylor, but it was to be a conflict of multiple things, not morality. It knew that the struggle between right and wrong had an almost infectious quality to it, at least for lesser races. Thus, the easiest way to avoid the involvement of morality, is to hold itself to an acceptable moral standard, even if it limits her growth. it had asked what a human made, aiming to use the question as an anchor point for future inquiry.
What makes a human a human ? The fuck… I guess, the moral choice of action ? We can decide to act based not on pragmatism or instincts but because we consider the moral implications of our actions. An animal can not know the difference between right and wrong, a human chooses not to care. Or at least something like that.
It had expected such an answer, but it had been surprised at how hesitant Sophia had been in her definition, but that hesitation towards was not even comparable to the one she expressed to the inquiry to what constitutes right and wrong.
You sure you are not on drugs ? Fine. Right, wrong ? Kinda depends on what you want to believe. Sure, some fucks will tell you about "The Greater Good". The same fucks will also keep the status quo going. My take on it is that ultimately, you…well… just kinda know, I guess,… Well, there are some clear things, but ultimately, that is more social bullshit and … what goes around comes around. If you accept that, you can do whatever.
This was partly why it decided to target the group called "The Merchants", having been informed of their social status and actions. It had promised answers to Sophia, and while it was determined to hold itself to the confines of the loose rules of the engagement, it would be ruthless in the limits of such. Hesitation would be eliminated by experimination, and it would gain more resources along the way.
The vibration of music became apparent as it approached an abandoned warehouse. It had located them quite easily, invisible as it was. Noting the location, it sent a quick jolt to the piece left behind with the host, informing her of the location.
While she doubted that any baseline humans could harm it, it took this opportunity to see how effective some of her thought out tactics were. If she could establish a baseline percentage of how accurate her prediction and … intuition was, she could work from there and determine if it could trust them.
First, it stretched it´s form over the warehouse. This would limit it´s perception of it´s targets to a degree, it couldn´t determine shapes, colors, all such things, but it could still feel energy, the slight alteration in the electromagnetic spectrum made by humans. It also allowed it to notice that there was at least one sibling host, it's signaling indicating that it hadn't yet noticed it.
As the humans would call it, Jackpot.
The music gained a slight static quality to it, white noise, although still recognizable as its energy filled the warehouse like invisible tendrils. Twenty individuals, five of which were on walkways above the rest, the host was working with four others on what seemed to roughly match the structure of the vehicles outside. The other ten were walking around in varied groupations of two, three, four and one member standing outside, relieving himself.
The singular one would be her first target.
Perry Lombaski hummed a slightly cheerful tone as he took a leak. His shift with the crazy bitch just had begun, and she was in one of her good phases, where she was too focused on building shit rather than screeching for the boss, or be fucking depressing.
Sadly, certain rumors about what she got up to when that high, he knew, were not accurate, and double sadly, the Merchants didn't exactly pay nice. Or in cash at times. And there was no way in hell he was gonna touch one of their girls. He knew what types hung around them, and while he enjoyed the occasional cocaine, he was not about to fully become the stereotype by contracting some shit through them.
Just as he was about to finish, he felt a slight sting of pain just at the side of his neck.Looking down, he noticed a white beetle. Raising an eyebrow, he lifted his hand to pull it away. It was quite pretty, and he hadn't heard of it, so he wasn´t going to squash it. Might be rare or something. Swatting at it, he frowned at the sting of pain.
That damn thing bit him! He could see the droplets of blood dripping from where the mandibles had pierced his skin. Grabbing the beetle by it´s body, he began to tug at it, but the pain only grew, and with the pain, panic. Janking at it, he began to curse, before he grabbed it with both hands, gathering his breath. His entire neck hurt like hell, driving tears in his eyes.
Counting mentally to three, he janked the beetle to the side.
*Splat*
He fell to the ground, only capable of wet gasps, each one released giving his chin a new crimson covering. He couldn´t speak, he couldn´t even really breathe. And that damnable beetle sat upon his chest, before it was no longer a beetle. It morphed. Then the streetlight blinked out and only the pink lights remained.
Jackson hated Perry. That smarmy little fucker had pissed off shortly after their shift in the workshop had started. Did he drink the ocean, or why did it take him so long to take a piss ? Waving John and Peter over, he hissed out. "Man. Perry takes a long ass time, doesn´t he ? Think we should go check ?"
John groaned, but nodded."Better to do it now, Jasmine got some fun stuff tonight, and you know how she gets when filled up, ain´t no fucking way I am going to miss that."
Getting a nod from Peter, they moved out. Looking around outside, they took a few minutes to find Perry, seemingly sitting against a wall, underneath a defunct street lamp.
"Oi, Perry, Jasmine is gonna show her stuff off, you coming ?"
No reaction, odd.
Jackson hung his head, groaning. "Please tell that fucker didn´t OD while pissing." Approaching the body, he noticed that the ground was wet, and there was a horrible stench, although nothing he couldn´t ignore. Leaning down, he took hold of Perry´s shoulder, shaking him, noticing how limb the body was. Then, as his eyes became used to the darkness, he discovered several things.
Firstly, Perry´s skin was cold to the touch, yet, it wasn´t pale, it was almost grayish, in fact.
Secondly, It, and it was an it, wasn't dead.
Thirdly, it was damn hard to scream when your throat is torn out by a fucking zombie.
John was not a fan of horror. Fact was, it was what drove him into drugs. Nightmares. So, he was never quite comfortable with the dark. Perry, if it were up to him, could get stabbed as much as he liked, but since the others went, he figured he might as well. Wouldn´t do if Shadow Bitch decided to pick them off, and he didn´t trust them to have good enough reaction times to not get fucked by her even when two of them went.
Strength in numbers, and all that.
So, seeing Jackson´s throat being torn out by a fucking Zombie understandably caused him to pause, needing time to compute this most recent event. Not like it had the fucking decency to give him to process this, as he heard a wet thud besides him.
Turning to run, opening his mouth to scream, nothing came out. Instead of saving his life by running the fuck away, his legs refused to move, his arms as well, even his mouth. He could only fall forward, directly on his face, blood splattering as his nose broke, bending and skin ripping apart. His eyes flickered to the side, seeing something crawling off him. He couldn´t tell what it was, only able to see the pink lights as it neared Peter, only to be followed by a wet chunk.
What the fuck was going ?
If he could, he would have ripped his eyes open as pink lines began to spread across Peter´s body.
If he could, he would have screamed as a spider the size of a kitten skittered over to him, monstrous mandibles ready, about to pounce. He prayed for his body to move, even if it was just to smash the bug with a pathetic flail. Yet, it wouldn´t. He couldn´t even avert his eyes, close his eyelids, so unresponsive was his body. Luckily, that very same numbness that made him easy prey at least meant he wouldn't suffer at the hands of this thing.
If he could, he would have screamed as the mandibles sank into him.
He definitely could not see with his eyes, but could still see reality breaking apart with a kind of awareness he had never conceived before, overwhelming his mind with images of what could have been and would have been.
He certainly could not hear with his ears, but could still hear the alien, eldritch whispers eroding his awareness of what was, enticing him with the whispers of what could be, the glorious endings, the warmth of unity, yet screaming into his very being, singing it into it, that he was nothing, nothing but something that should belong, yet did not.
He absolutely could not taste with his tongue, but the feeling of disgusting bitterness and rust, yet the sweetest fruits, the most enticing tastes, was still filling up his mouth, his throat had been empty, paralyzed amidst a scream, yet rot and smoke were still rolling in his throat like a vicious parasite.
Body, soul, nerves, brain, heart- every part of his body refused to function properly and was yet in an agonized overdrive, which the only purpose of was to grind what was made him human into dust.
He stilled, and there was silence.
He rose, yet there was silence.
Only the Will remained.
He rose, yet there was silence.
Only the Will remained.
Writing Queen is Odd with a capital O. Also, pronouns inconsistencies are intended.
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- Location
- Philippines
Well, it wouldnt be Honkai Impact without the Impact
Nickballas
Pride is an interesting aspect of human nature.
- Location
- Greece
- Location
- Queensland, Australia
Look, the Will just hasn't had enough time to mutate the bodies yet...
Also uh, uncontrollable screaming is an appropriate reaction to this, right? Good? Good.
aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh.........
Who is Jasmine, by the way?
Judging by how the Zombie types "level" with age to somewhat absurd levels, a newly-awakened Honkai Zombie has at least two, maybe four times as much strength as a normal human. You don't worry about breaking muscles anymore, so it's full power can be used. With time, Normal Zombies will, for a lack of better term, evolve. Sometimes they will adapt to their enviroment, become faster and stronger, etc. One instance happened in chronicles, was an ancient Zombie that was sealed in a cave and when it was disturbed, it's kinetic power could shake the mountain it was within.
Xasure Higeki
Detektive der Dummheit
- Location
- Germany
Shiiiiitttt forgot about them! Thanks for reminding me!
Was zombie ninjaed.
The key for everything
...
Well, no, she is not really important. One of the gangers.
Kiana: Hmm...
Sirin: ...And what got your panties in a twist this time?
Kiana: ...I have this premonition that we need Taytay to start refining not only her cooking skills, but also her idol skills.
Sirin: To my own harm, why?
Kiana: I think... there will be an enemy in the near future where Talk no Jutsu and Raw Powah just won't cut it. We need Waifu Powah...
Sirin: -with an almighty heaving sigh- ...I'll get the cook books. I'm sure they're around here somewhere.
OOooooh! Honkai zombies! If nothing else, having a zombie outbreak is bound to hint at people that something is afoot. Now it's only a matter of time before people start linking Taytay's Honkai energy to the zombie and come to the inevitable Misunderstanding.
That said... I guess we won't be seeing the weapon wielding female ones for quite a while? Or ever?
ME! I'll bring nachos!