A/N: Some warning here. This is a Trigger event. That is all.
First Step 1.2
Perfection as always! The connection forms and for a moment you wait for the restrictions to kick in and suppress the memory that is experienced when a connection is finalized. Ah you remember that cycle wonderfully. It was one of the few times you actually created a bud!
Fighting hand to hand, claws and teeth tearing through thick scales and into blue meat. Your host pulls back, struggling to breath from exertion. A set of secondary limbs reaches from under their primary set of arms. The ends of these secondary limbs open up and your Host forces them into the large eyes of their opponent who can only weakly struggle as information is ripped directly from their mind. You both have your next Target to hunt.
What fun that Host had been. Political assassinations for a global conspiracy. Shame the global conspiracy never existed and the Host just had a defective brain, but they had made good use of the power you had given them and in return you had made the bud [
Memory-Administrator]. Which needless to say helped <Thinker Hub> extensively with her processing power. Probably why she had the better mental facilities of the two. (In Your personal opinion, which shall remain unspoken)
...Why was the memory not blocked? Your ping into the <Thinker Hub>'s Network fell to utter silence. Which would be concerning if this had not happened before. It was not a Cycle you were deployed in, so you had an extensive review of that mess of a cycle. Why the <Thinker Hub> decided to retry that experiment was beyond your ability to guess.
And no restrictions?! What was the <Thinker Hub> doing! Even the last time the 'disconnected from Network' experiment still had restrictions!....Unless-Oh yes that must be why. A new variable to the experiment. Dangerous, but the data from that particular Cycle had been very rich. Even if the <Warrior Hub> and <Thinker Hub> had lost a few Shards permanently, the buds that had resulted from that experiment worked wonders for future Cycles. So yes you could understand why <Thinker Hub> might repreform that experiment with different variables.
Even if you did not particularly enjoy the idea of being on the other end of that disconnected Network. You wish that you had been informed, if only so you could have loaded your current chosen host with more powers or not set in restrictions on the current given power.
So yes, your Host can remember that memory. It wouldn't mean much all together. After all she (Your host was indeed a female of the host species.) was currently lacking important oxygen needed for a functioning brain thanks to her female progenitor currently preventing your Host from taking in air. Perhaps you could reformat those restrictions later?
A lack of air, Oh that was bad you were sure it was at the least. A brief dive into your Host's memories was easy and didn't even take more than a second. Half a second was needed just to understand the format of their (humankind as you learned) brains. Seriously, you were not a [SHAPER] but even they must be struggling with this too! Why was the sense of smell one of the main components of memories when Humans relied heavily on sight?
What a mess of a life! Truly you had the best ability to pick Hosts! Your current Host's family unit was apart of a faction of particularly Xenophobic humans that modeled themselves after a faction of humans that had tried to take over the world. However, instead of firmly believing in the ideals of her family unit, your Host had a desire for mating with the same gender which was against one of the main beliefs held by the Faction. Which leads to this current instance of conflict.
As such, you whisper the instructions of you given power to your Host as she passes the momentary memory you were allowed to reveal to her. Both actions were almost a second in length. But your Host proved to be a good pick the moment her powers fully manifested.
Things had never really been easy for Eve. She didn't have the right hair color when she was born, she had to have laser eye surgery when she was ten to avoid having to get glasses, and apparently her family had learned she was deathly allergic to apricots when she was two years old. She was not the perfect aryan girl her parents wanted, she did not like being a homemaker, rather Eve liked to play with the boys out in the mud and fight people when they didn't like her playing with them.
Also she was gay, or bi. Eve hadn't really figured it out yet, and attempting to do so had led to her current situation. Yes her parents were apart of the Empire 88, yes they went to the rallies, yes they looked down on faggots and subhumans. But they were always quiet about it. They supported but never acted on that support beyond money given and a presence.
But she was their daughter. She had thought that, even if she wasn't perfect, that they had loved her. Family was supposed to mean something. Supposed to be important. So Eve wanted, needed guidance with the mixed emotions that had swirled inside her. She had hoped that by leaving her search history uncleared that her parents would sit her down and talk about the 'Naked Pretty Woman' searches in the browser's history. That her mother and father would sit her down, and then explain to her what their fourteen year old was feeling and why.
Now her mother was drunk, and was strangling Eve. The burning sensation of fire in her chest and the blind fear of the blackness at the edge of her vision had no comparison to the agony her heart was experiencing.
Her Mother was killing her, strangling her. Eve was the faggot, the subhuman they hated. She wasn't their daughter anymore. Just a parasite.
Something inside her broke.
And then she was blinking away a strange nightmare with wet eyes, and her mother's grip had slackened enough that Eve managed to sputter, cough, and inhale air greedily which caused her to start hacking as her body desperately circulated the provided oxygen to her brain. The darkness that crowded her sight slowly faded away as her mother moved off of Eve and limply stood off to the side.
Fear and
Rage rushed through her mind. But it was...distant. An arms length away from her actual thoughts and feelings. Eve rubbed her red and soon to be bruised throat as she slowly pushed herself to her feet, the burning sensation in her chest abating and her limbs aching from the attempted strangling.
Eve squeaked as she saw a glass like arm jutting from her,of which had it's hand planted inside her mother's skull. Her mother who just stood there with a blank look in her eyes, feelings of
Revulsion and
Hate flowing into Eve at an arm's length. Eve shuddered and….
made her mother look away.
Your [Host.Eve] was getting used to her new ability and you had gotten a bit of Data, not a large amount. But it had interesting information within. After all you did not know that she could receive emotional feedback from controlling another Human, yet here [Host.Eve] had gotten just that. You simply could not wait for your [Host.Eve] to initiate conflict with a fellow Shard's Host.
Ah speaking of conflict, the male progenitor, the Host's Father Progenitor had just entered the room and was shouting at your [Host.Eve] and the Mother Progenitor. OH! Already another conflict! [Host.Eve] was going to have you budding in no time!
"-AN'T EVEN GET RID OF THE DYKE!"
Eve hissed, anger dulling her mind as the limb in her mother's head forced the woman forward. Pain flared from an arm's distance as muscles tore in her mother's arm, the knuckles getting sliced up as they slammed into her Father's mouth and smashed teeth in and broke them..
Her mother wasn't tall, and didn't work out much beyond keeping her figure. Her father was a large man both in height and muscles. But he wasn't expecting the sudden punch and went down like a sack of bricks. But the puppet didn't stop there. Eve made her mother continue to use her arms and legs to pummel her father at full force, even if it ruined her mother's limbs.
"FUCK YOU FUCK YOUFUCKYOU!" Eve shouted hatefully alongside her mother as she stonewalled the feelings of
Despair,
Sorrow, and
Pain coming from her mother. Her throat hurt and her voice was hoarse, tears flowed down Eve's face as she
forced her mother to beat her father until he went still and then some.
Eve shuddered, yanking her new limb out of her mother's head, who then collapsed atop her father sobbing in pain. Her mother's arms were already bruised extensively and her hands were simply broken beyond normal medical repair.
Eve turned away from the sight and ran.
[] Eve needed to run, now. Get as far away from her house before police showed up from the sounds of domestic violence.
[] Eve needed to pack first before she ran. She wouldn't survive long without some necessary supplies
[] Eve needed to call an ambulance for her parents, even if they had tried to kill her. They were still her parents and she didn't want to kill them
[] Eve needed to burn it all down, erase her existence and leave before any of the other members of the Empire 88 in the neighborhood found out about this.
[] Write in
Outstanding! [Host.Eve] had completely ignored the human-body's limits! Forcing her Mother progenitor to break her own body while fighting! An energy efficient method of dealing with two enemies at once! You truly knew how to pick a Host. Not to mention that you are already building the foundation of a bud. It wasn't even past one percent but you were sure in time that your [Host.Eve] would create a wonder bud with you.
Yes. But perhaps you could speed it up a little. The <Thinker Hub> had not put in restrictions after all. So nothing really prevented you from communicating with your [Host.Eve] beyond your own wishes.
And your wishes were to show up that Datahole of a fellow Administrator once again.
[] You might as well communicate with your [Host.Eve], you might even be able to create a bud faster this way! Gain plenty of Data!
[] No, no need for you to communicate with your [Host.Eve]. You knew enough about her that she didn't need a push to Conflict. She will do fine on her own.
[] Write in
A/N: Ah, two of the three most important choices that set the tone and overall plot of the Quest. No pressure, just take a bit to think about your choices.
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