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| Yama | Jan 7 2018, 12:46 AM Post #31 | |||||
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A large explosion could be seen as something that would easily defeat most foes on this journey, I mean Kuroda's fruit did not protect from anything of the sort at least. Perhaps it was appropriate that he give them a clap or a pat on the back in foresight but Kuroda was prepared for such an offense, I mean he wasn't running from Cero and most of what he was throwing at him was nothing compared to the heats of the kitchen. The fire would blast back most of the priests but not the battlesuit. It was made for much more difficult combat. It would brace itself just like Kuroda would, Perhaps this can be Cero's trophy... he made Kuroda flinch. "ACDC" Kuroda spoke this word with strange syllables slowly, it's meaning would be lost to even him however it was his name for this power of haki that he had discovered whilst fighting in the calm belt. Perhaps they could learn that Kuroda was three tricks ahead the entire time. ".....Armaments Haki!" After the large explosion's midst would settle stood tall like a statue of Black Onyx will. He would lift his arms down from the defensive x he has lifted to protect himself from what had to come as he seen them both fly away from their own attack to the ground. The black sheen to the body of the formidable foe dissipated almost as an invitation to try it again.. Truly this was quite an epic feat for them to pull off however... they had badly damaged his coat which was irritating to say the least. Walking now forth towards Jeremiah paying no heed to the large mobile battle suit as it walked towards Cero's damaged body. He would begin making his way towards Jeremiah uninterrupted. Cero was down for now it was time for him to see if the other had anything more up his sleeves. Kuroda pulled out a cigarette as smoke filled the room and he lit it and smoked his cigarette... the gas was light still. He stared down Jeremiah as he continued to walk out towards him his hand outstretched almost threateningly. "C'mon.." He was taunting the self proclaimed genius to come at him if really thought he could beat him... this what this was all about right? Beating Kuroda? Just because he's strong...He's not even laid a single finger on either of them as they beat themselves up trying to fight someone who merely looked threatening too them. I mean it was amusing. Edited by Yama, Mar 6 2018, 05:18 PM.
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| Fudo Saiken | Jan 12 2018, 03:04 AM Post #32 | |||||
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Gasping for air the young Saiken drew heated breath after heated breath. Each consecutive one fillijng his lungs with more and more smoke. Considering the explosion, the boy was at least lucky to be alive, however, his survival only lead to be pinned by debris and pressed near flames. The boy clawed at the earth, attemoting to free himself. Whimpering like a injured dog, the child couldnt even vocalize calls for help that he clearly needed. Though trained to experience significant pain, the heat and darkness filled the child with a fear of death. Like any wild animal he pushed himself to exhaustion trying to free himself from the rubble. His whimpers and struggle were all for naught as had only managed to flail beside flames. Clawing, biting, striking the debris, Cero made a last ditch effort to break himself free rather than pull himself free. Unfortunately at that point some additional flaming debris would fall upon him causing him to nearly lose his consciousness completely. His breaths became deathly shallow, and he couldn't feel his limbs at all. For a minute or so, he couldn't feel anything but a sharp hot bite on him. Then, all at once the darkness would be lit by a flood of light, the weight removed from his torso, and the heat reduced to a warm sizzle. Pulled rapidly from the earth by a metallic claw on a long thigh arm, the boy was pulled into a metallic container, much akin to the cage he slept, however this was a lengthwise cage, where he would be propped up with the metal is claw forming a harness upon his torso. The boy could hear some men murder and bicker, but he recognized this metal, it was like the embrace of a long lost mother. Burned, bleeding, and crying, the boy patted the vice that held him in his cage. He felt like he was finally home. The priests had gathered exactly what they were after. Cero didn't know who he was the son of or why it even mattered to these priests. Cero was important because of the blood that ran in his DNA and the success that Fudo had once Fudo had escaped his shackles. The New Age Priests had failed in their plans and experiments with Fudo because that was a man with experience and sense given by nature nurtured by the world he traveled. Cero was as close to a farm bred rat that they could get just short of breeding him themselves. He was very well indoctrinated, more than even he knew. Slowly fading into the darkness, Cero would watch as another mesh plunged into the fire, seemingly to stop the attack, but actually to grab the other cyborg. |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Jan 12 2018, 03:57 AM Post #33 | |||||
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Jeremiah would turn to find in his surprise the clown had made it up to the genius' position. How on earth he made it over what seemed like a great distance in such a small span of time was beyond him, perhaps he was knocked by the same force of the explosion? Guessed he would have to expect everything from a man who could simply walk on air. Jeremiah would hear the taunts escape the man mouth and was enraged by them but he simply was in a worst condition than before, even in pristine fighting shape, he still was no match for the clown. Jeremiah wasn't afraid to see the hard, irrefutable truth that was this man's strength. He would turn to face him, with no clear way out he would have to be rid of his man one way or the another, that being the far fetched idea of killing him or simply running away. he would ready his gun arm, looking down at the revolver's magazine to see he only had a few more shots. Damn he thought. How was he supposed to put bullets into a man's skull with hardly any? "Look, i don't know who the fuck you are, somebody infamous i suppose, but i'm gonna kill ya. Maybe not today, many not in the next week, hell, even the next month! But i'll k- WHAT THE HELL?" Whilst Jeremiah was making is on point, threatening speech, among the rising dust and smoke appeared what seemed like large, mechanical claw of sorts. Parts of it included cogs and presses, rapidly spinning as the arm quickly maneuvered towards the Genius. At the wrist, a clamp of sorts grasped into Jeremiah's center mass along with his arms. After grasping him, the arm would recoil back into the dust with great speed similar to that of a bullet, with enough force to give Jeremiah whiplash. He attempted to wriggle free, but the metal of the machine seemed none like he had encountered before, it held a black, chrome like hue to it while being devoid of any damage from the explosion. Jeremiah hitting several walls on the way past, as the gigantic metal arm twisted and dashed through numerous corridors. He could feel slightly faint from the intense wind striking his face caused by only pure motion of the machine until it came to an abrupt stop. Jeremiah's vision was hazy now, but he could make out an over towering machine like figure, covered in numerous flashing fights, gun barrels and other machinery. Alongside the mech he would see other individuals, most likely priests. What kind of island is this? Edited by StarBarks, Jan 12 2018, 10:30 AM.
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| Fudo Saiken | Jan 13 2018, 06:28 PM Post #34 | |||||
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After some time the boy would fall asleep due to exhaustion. The relaxing grasp and tempo of the machines allowed the pain from the injuries to fade along with the boys consciousness. An unknown amount of time later the young boy would awakened pinned to a large metallic table. With wrists, ankles, and waists restrained by clamps, the boy slept. Numerous hours of studying, evaluation, and treatment went into the boy. Cero had been separated from the general New Age Priests population for some time. The reclaiming of the boy served as a solution to some of their problems, all of which were unknown by the young Saiken. Cero was molded to be a soldier primarily, but he was also the only one of their experiments to survive in the West bank of the island without much interaction with humans. Some other experiments either died in the wild or were killed in combat or under more strenuous experimentation. Cero was a clean slate, something to be properly enhanced and trained further. Slowly the boys eyes would widen, his natural one's first followed by his cybertronic third. The platform that he laid upon would tilt forward until it reached a fourth five degree angle. The young emaciated would instinctively look upwards where he'd see a few figures standing behind some glass. Cero couldn't recognize any of the faces, but he recognized the scene. Smiling light the boy showed some genuine emotion. Grunting favorably the boy hoped to hear something in respinse, however there would be none. Instead he would be greeted by a very large mechanical arm thrusting it's way from the ceiling down towards his face. The arm was a transport ssyetm for some very bitter water and implants for the boy , gagging, Cero didn't attempt to resist what was happening but he was frightened by it. He could feel his stomach turning as it was very much against whatever was occurring currently. Some painful whimpers would echo through the room to the delight of the men watching from above. |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Jan 14 2018, 12:14 PM Post #35 | |||||
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Jeremiah would struggle while in the grasp of the over towering machine, but ultimately fail since his efforts were futile. Before even questioning his captors, he would be sprayed with a gout of purple gas would cover his sinuses, completely sucking his consciousness from his body; he would fall into a deep sleep. In an unknown amount of time later, Jeremiah would find himself within a grayish white room, bound to a chrome steel table by the hands, waist and feet. A strong light would shine down upon his unconscious body, numerous shadows flickering between it as strange masked figures would perform tests and insert, remove and withdraw things from Jeremiah as he slept like a baby, unaware of the horrifying surgery he would definitely object to. More time had passed since he encountered the great mech, now his body laid upon a different metallic table, perched upon a seat. His face laid on one side, dipping in and out of consciousness. Being stripped of all weaponry and clothing aside from his pants. Suddenly, a powerful shock was sent directly from the left side of his head, Jeremiah's body shooting upwards in his chair, jerking around. Finally the torture stopped, clearly attaining consciousness now. Jeremiah would observe his surroundings. It would appear he was in a white painted room, likely concrete and steel pillars like the rest of the complex, but he noted that their was no damage in this room from the explosion, concluding he was likely far away from that war zone. He turned to face what seemed to be a figure in all white; since his vision was still hazy from the sleep. He squinted before quickly reaching for his gun from his side... but... he felt nothing. He tried again. Nothing. Eventually, he looked down at his body to find he was now without by arms, only metal stubs replaced them: they must've removed them. He screamed with anger at this. After screeching for about an hour, he turned to face the figure on the opposing side of the table, his finger on the button attached to the small widget of machinery wired to Jeremiah's head. The genius pulled an expression of pure hatred. "You've got no idea who you're messing with here... Whatever you've got planned, the M.O? Experiments... Questions... i can see it, but it won't work. See, I've got a goal, a horizon i need to reach, no... surpass... It's called humanity." |
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| Fudo Saiken | Jan 21 2018, 07:23 AM Post #36 | |||||
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Falling unconscious eventually, Cero would eventually reawaken in a similar looking room, perhapse the same room. Slowly the boys eyes would fall upon the same type of steel Ben he was harnessed to earlier. However, this time around the boy was pressed into the table she'd down. Still fashioned in the same manner, Cero's face was hard pressed against the metal like a child on the bosom of their mother. Clearly drowsy from whatever concoction he'd been fed earlier, their elements and intent still unknown. Incapable of seeing what was occcuring, Cero could only feel short sharp pains in his backside. Occasionally his hands would twitch, but even they felt weird, out of place even. Panning above the boy, there would be a scene that could only be described as horrific; possibly even that was to kind of a word. Cero's face was planted against the an operating table, and his neck was fastened, but most of him was simply not there. From the hip down, Cero was dismantled, his limbs just barely connected to his torso by tubes, wiring, and blood vessels. Several separate tables had been put in place behind the boy, all of which were attended to by at least three men in operating gear. Some appeared more technically inclined, wearing various metallic apparatus and with tools. The others appeared to be medical physicians, if only in appearance. Cero took shallow breath, feeling comforted by the position and placement he was in. Not even bothering to glance around the room, he would only focus his site on the bed in which he lay. Just as before, in a sky box, several shadowy figures watched the process unfold. The boy was being fitted with a greater array of weaponry and technology. But only just enough for him to serve the purposes assigned by the upper echelon of this radial group. "Divide his torso. There are secrets internally present in that one's back. He holds part of the puzzle. " All at once the staff would abandon each individual task assigned to them with each individual arm and leg. Drawing saw and scalpel, the dozen mad men went to work cutting, tearing, and dismantling the boy of the boy further. Blood and sparks filled the air, a small train of tears dripped from the eyes of the boy. "M-o-m..." Cero whimpered, not knowing what was happening or who happened to be causing his pain. He called to the only relief and word, he was comfortable saying. |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Jan 21 2018, 01:13 PM Post #37 | |||||
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"Oh? That makes things less complicated. I'll be asking a series of psychological questions to test the effects of the drug... so you'll be our trail run for the main unit." Jeremiah couldn't care less how the man, standing with notepad at the ready, would phrase it; if he stayed any longer, it would be the death of him. He figured that sick bastards like this would take the chance to jam whatever drugs and chemicals they could drown him for whatever purpose they had, so he wasn't surprised. Although since he felt no physical pain and the man's wording of "psychological" made it sound like he'd been injected with all kinds of crap straight to the brain. Something that put his mind on edge, the mention of this "main unit". Jeremiah would assume this was Cero since these priests seem to value him for some reason. While contemplating this, he observed the room one more. He began to notice the cord from this left temple, attached to some steel mechanism littered with switches and buttons, previously used to shock the genius. He also began to notice the chair he was seated upon happened to be bolted to the floor, alongside his left ankle being chained to the chair leg. His eyes followed the strange patterns on the floor, most likely a mesh of seam lines for machinery under the floor. These lines led up into the walls and ceiling, likely ever opening for big mechs, like the one from before, to come in and out... or something worse. There was no clear way out from what he could see; the only entrance to the room was a door in the design of a steel latch, the two parts of the door would likely open and shut similar to that of a mouth. Without weapons, and seeing that the man was armed with a cattle prod, he would likely have to either magically become proficient in using his legs in combat whilst also dismantling all bonds that kept him there; near impossible. He would make idle chatter with this idiot while trying to think of a way out of his captivity. "The kind of... "subjects" you had locked up around here, would've thought you'd be more interested in cybernetics rather than psychology. Of course it's all a waste of time unless you're someone like me." "Someone like you?" "Yeah, someone worth a damn." |
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| Fudo Saiken | Jan 22 2018, 06:35 AM Post #38 | |||||
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"Worth a damn? Hmph!" The scientist nearly snickered in amusement. Glaring down towards the un-armed patient, he would tap his pen a few times against his pad, seemingly in contemplation. "Ah, well that's a good mindset to have Mr. Worth-A-Damn! I'd focus on that and answering the questions presented to you in the coming moments. Your worth is directly tied to my research here, I'd be a shame if this examination were fouled up by any human error." Placing pen into pad, the scientist would extend a single arm to his control panel, fidgeting with buttons and knobs as though it was second nature. "You may feel a sight swelling sensation. We are bathing your cerebral matter in activator fluid now. The space between your ears may experience some discomfort. Once your brain is bathed, the real research will begin." Pacing towards the cyborgs side, The scientist would press his pen against the mans temple. Staring at the fixtures attached to his head wit ha certain level of credulity in what he'd stated before. With a slight hum, the scientist would pace back to his initial position. "First Question: Who are you? Second Question: Why are you here, on Cactus? Third Question: Is there anyone that may be looking for you? Fourth Question: What are you feeling right now, any change in consciousness or perception?" The scientist would take a moment's rest before asking his final question. Though he wore a face mask, joy clearly beamed through it. "Fifth and Final Question: Do you fear death?" With that, a final button on the control panel would be pressed. "Do your best to fight pain!" The doctor anticipated pain it seemed, but what would Jeremiah feel? In another operating room, in a sky box far above Cero, aka, GDN-000. "GDN-000 has managed to be as resilient has TGR-113. However, he's far less developed. It's time away appears to have only been a detriment to it's functions. It's remained loyal however. Look upon it's actions now, not even mutilation can pry it's mind from motherly embrace. Poor bastard! Hahaha! Remove the charge from from his torso and his weaponry from his limbs. GDN-000 was lost far to soon before Phase 6 of his programming, we must continue it now, unimpeded, to it's chosen conclusion. Flip it. Reassemble it." Cero would feel his collar loosen, separate, and go into the bed in which he lay. Lifted by an unseen force, the boy would be flipped towards his backside. The sounds of whirring machinery filling his tear drenched faced. Before long He'd be placed back onto the bed, his body still separated through the room, however now he could look upon those present. The faces he'd see weren't much like Jeremiah's or any other before. The faces were covered in garb and glass and steel. No features were visible, no form discernible from the other. The only distinctions to be made were which hands were inside him, and which hands were inside his limbs. With his neck fastened tightly again, the boy took in a shallow gasp of air. His abdomen and shoulder trembling every so often from pain. Staring down towards his torso in curiosity, the boy would see that his abdomen had been split, a sight that he'd hadn't seen before, and one that was likely to stick with him, at least what happened next would. A single physician would stand at the open end of his torso. Wit hscalpel and wrench in hand, Cero watched as the figure entered his body, with both arms at once. Sharp pains caused the occasional whimper to escape. Unknown to the boy was the immense amount of drugs in his system. Just enough to keep him conscious, not enough to dull all of the pain. After a few moments of unpleasant interaction, Cero's eyes would widen. In a blurred drunken haze, he'd watch as the physician slowly pulled out an unknown mass. Much similar in the manner of a ceasarean section, the boy would be assisted in birth. But Cero wasn't a woman, he was a child, and more importantly a male. So what exactly was this bloody mass of material if not a child? It was a bomb. Within the confines of the boys skeletal structure was in fact a bomb. Implanted approximately two years prior, this bomb served as a fail safe if Cero should ever run wild. Actually, it's prime purpose was much more sinister, given the boys training, he was to be a front lines combatant, in the thick of battle and death. IF he were to find himself near important targets, and somehow compromised, he'd simply explode a t the command of a top New Age priest. The radius of the explosion assuredly would consume enough of a radius to terminate unit and subject. Having never seen, or been aware of the matter inside him, the boy would stare on in shock and confusion. Slowly succumbing to the effect of the surgery and the drugs within him. "M-O-M..." |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Jan 22 2018, 07:33 PM Post #39 | |||||
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As the man switched a dial on upon his bulky remote, Jeremiah would feel the feeling of a thick liquid filling the space between his skull and his brain. He felt it quickly filling his head, causing him to fill slightly nauseous. After all of it was brimming the insides of his skull, the feeling began to resemble that of a tight, metal clamp around his forehead and temples. He had never experienced anything like it, it was almost like his head lapped waves and had it's own current; he found it hard to concentrate. It only added insult to injury to question the genius while is thoughts where clouded like this. Mainly thoughts of his situation floated around his brain: where about he was within this underground base, where on earth the giant mech went and where his demented lil' entrail eater was. The first was about his identity. Jeremiah didn't mind spreading his name since he had nothing to hide nor wasn't afraid of others knowing who he was. In fact, he'd take it as publicity. "Jeremiah Ortega. Inspiring Ruler of the soon-to-be enslaved world." He said this with a half-hearted sarcasm, since it took the little amount of concentration he had currently to think. The next was his objective, but at this point, he wasn't even sure himself. His long term mission has always been to pursue further modification in the new world, expanding his knowledge of cybernetics, amass weapons and also causing chaos along the way. Except he had taken quite the long detour upon this island and gotten caught in a bind. Now it seemed he was invested in whatever behind the curtain, science was happening under the navy's nose. "Heading to the new world. This is a stepping stone for me." To Jeremiah's surprise, he was answering these questions without much resistance... was this the effect of the substance in his head? He tried to resist this notion and try to power through this mentally. He answered the third with silence; there was no one of importance that would follow him to this island, not by choice at least. The fourth was predictable. It was quite obvious that they'd shove something experimental into Jeremiah's head. "Perception? I still wanna kill you, if that's what you mean... heh, little rip and tear at the throat should get you to cough up this island's secrets." The fifth, and final question was followed by an unbearable pain shot directly into Jeremiah's head via the widget of machinery he was hooked up to. His whole body tensed, his back straightened and his head shot up, screaming aloud. The previous liquid within his head had formed into what felt like an angry swarm of insects; causing pangs of pain and the motion of crawling on the surface of his skull. Shaking violently, the chains holding him down began to rattle and straighten, taking on the pressure of Jeremiah's fits. Edited by StarBarks, Jan 22 2018, 07:34 PM.
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| Fudo Saiken | Jan 25 2018, 05:36 AM Post #40 | |||||
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An unknown amount of time later Cero would awaken in a different room. He wasn't bound or shackled in any way. Actually this room barely resembled a room at all. Instead it resembled something akin to a sports field, although one razed and barren; like much of cactus. However, here were no rivers of green, no dry winds, no light of day or night. Just dim, dreary, loneliness. Weary eyes would awaken, covered in teary dew. The body replenished, rejuvenated, although bearing unsightly marks across it. Much like the land the boy's body was barren and abused. Without much of a way to explain how it became that way. Not much of a mind to seek vengeance against those who defiled it. Raising gaze and limb, the Saiken peered across the land. Amused as much as he was confused. Without any reason, he was filled with jovial feelings of merriment and mirth. Perhaps overtaken by a sense of freedom, the boy struggled to gain footing. Like a newborn fawn, he was in a rush to stand and run. Regaining one's limbs was like a rebirth, right? Galloping on all fours with the grace of a stick and rope puppet with a drunk puppeteer, the boy dashed across the field of blackened mush. Between finger and toe, the earth spread for him, making way for his modest form. Eventually his missteps would become proper strides and dashes, but any confidence welling up from the depths would soon be crushed. Deep breath, the boy took a long stride, deep breath, cactus prick, right in the eyes! Dashing head first wasn't the best of strategies in a an unknown place, and Cero soon figured that out, after this case. His body chest seized, his arms flailed, in pitch black darkness, the boy wailed. In all sincerity he'd reached an unseen checkpoint. A field of "wild" cactus, an unknown blue print. Struggling on the ground, rolling in pain. Cero would hear his given name. "CERO! Stop being a fool! Devour that cactus, NOW! Use it for Fuel!" The voice commended, with serious distaste. Rapidly following orders the boy would get in place, slowly extending arm and face. He'd devour cactus, prick and all. But afterward's his mouth would require balm. |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Jan 26 2018, 05:24 AM Post #41 | |||||
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The pain persisted, even more violently than before. The priest, observing intently, clearly enjoying himself while doing so. Jeremiah would clutch onto the arms of the chair as if it was the edge of a steep cliff that lead to a swift death... or at least figuratively since he was devoid of arms at the moment, let alone hands. His feet flailed forwards, tugging on the chains that held his ankles in place. Slowly starting, but going into a strong force, he began to rock back and forth with the momentum of the fluid inside his brain; he was trying to shake off the pipe on the side of his head. This motion swiftly turned violent, putting pressure onto the bolted down chair as it made creak after creak. The observer, previously in pure delighted bliss, would show signs of concern upon his face between his eyes and writing pen darting back and forth between the notepad and Jeremiah. Suddenly, the pure shock and jerk reaction from the pain was enough to snap the chain binding his foot. Still screaming aloud with the surge of intense pain, he would have barely noticed the broken binds if he wasn't facing the floor already. Jeremiah saw is opportunity to escape as his screeching turned to excessive grunting and growling. He proceed to bash his head against the table in front of him. The man observing would slowly back away to the door, scared by the genius' determination and resolve to get the machine out of his head. Finally, he'd swipe his head to the left, knocking the widget of buttons and dials to the floor quite violently. He'd then stamp upon the cord, pulling his head away from the plug in the side of his head. Slowly, the deep pipe work would leave his brain, fluid and sludge following. It felt nauseating, but he persisted for the sake of escaping. The Priest seemed to watch with a look that showed complete horror. Finally, the elongated pipe work would fall to the floor. Quickly, while Jeremiah still had focus, he would prop himself upon the back of the chair with his feet, launching himself towards the priest, his fingers fumbling around the keys and the lock of the door. Th force of Jeremiah's body slammed into the man, pushing him to the ground. The priest's arms flailed around with the cattle prod equipped, but at his angle, he would hopelessly miss Jeremiah as the armless cyborg would sink his teeth into the side of the man's neck. Blood splashed over Jeremiah's mouth and eyes, but he continued, trying to find an important part of the neck to tear away. Screaming, the priest would try to reach for a lever on the steel door. Gas began to fill the room, clearly the other priest trying to save their colleague, but by the time they did this, Jeremiah already had spat out half of the man's neck joints onto the floor, the priest laid in a pool of his own blood. Jeremiah stood up as he faced the steel wall behind him, smiling through the blood smeared over his face, as if he knew the cowardly priests were watching him, blissfully aware that the drug had brought out something primal within him if only temporary. With that, he fell unconscious. |
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| Fudo Saiken | Jan 29 2018, 09:54 AM Post #42 | |||||
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With a stung, swollen face, and stomach full. Cero fell to his side like a kicked over stool. Deep breaths filled the darkness for many moments, the boy could hardly maintain his breath given how full he was. Good! You've consumed quite a variety, GDN-000! What you've eaten should send you on road you've never traveled! Be consumed by life! Despite having a bloated face, the young boy's throat was surprisingly not as bloated. Actually, after a short period of time, Cero would find that the external tension would be alleviated. Opening his mouth a few times, Cero would feel an excess of saliva. Possibly the reaction of something he was fed prior to this moment. The boy's heavy breathing would calm, he'd roll onto his back and take in the darkness. The mushy ground perfectly bordering his form. The ground felt rather pleasant, more pleasant than it had ever felt before. Cero felt as though he could just dig himself a hole and rest there. Lazily rake his hand across his torso with dirt, the boy would feel a strange sensation. It was as if his fingers literally plowed his skin. Startled by the sensation, Cero would attempt to look at the location. However, his eyes could not peer through the darkness, not even his augmented third eye. Investigation would persist regardless of sight. Cero would continue to touch his torso which only lead to more and more digging. Once a handful of himself was uplifted, the boy would stop. Unable to really scream at this time, he just groaned in fear. Despite the uneasiness he felt, Cero persisted, sticking his hand into the gaping hole and pulling out what felt like a pebble. Clutching the object, Cero could feel his hand tremble uncontrollably. Rolling over, the boy would begin to feel his body grow cold, and soon his whole body was shivering. Unable to focus on anything other than his hand, the boy eventually made it to all fours, well three of them. Holding his left hand out, the one clutching the pebble, Cero would turn his palm to the sky and open his palm. Blinding light would flood him, and soon he'd see a seed that began to mature into a cactus. Time moved ridiculously slow, and time began to stretch and pull in all different directions, rewinding and moving forward at will. The boy's eyes dilated with the eruption of flowers on the cactus, and he'd fall to the ground full under the effects of what he consumed. |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Jan 30 2018, 06:35 PM Post #43 | |||||
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Previously falling unconscious yet again to being gassed by weird cactus island science-priests, he awoke to find himself bound to a vertical table, surrounded by metal limbs reaching out from the ceiling. His vision was blurred; still hazy from waking up, but he could make out shadowy figures huddling around in front of the bound genius. They held notepads, wilting away at their pens whilst the limbs began to move and turn. In his vision, they would distort around his body, as he felt his insides of his head being assaulted with pangs of pain. The sensation of crawling and scratching within the confines of his mind. He slowly lost consciousness again after an hour of mild, persistent pains. After some time, he'd awake to a well lid room that took the appearance of a shooting range. He stood up, realizing his old cybernetics were rejoined to his body. Perhaps their line of reasoning for this was the blatant unneeded use for them when tearing out neck joints... or that they are experimenting with him, perhaps something physical. He would soon find out that this was so. He turned to face a shooting range, built from three long, lanes, each one possessing a picture target. A rather large gun-like machine propped up against the wall opposing. He would walk past these pictures displayed at the end of the range. The first, to Jeremiah's shock, was his father. A portrait of the elderly, now past away green haired man that was Jeremiah's dad, formally posing for a picture it seemed. Did these priest bastards do something with his memories? Maybe they saw into his past... He fumbled about, trying to figure out what exactly they did to him. Suddenly halting his trail of thought once he caught sight of another one of the pictures. Raine. The thought of his previous... "Captain" filled his face and mind with rage; past memories of useless servitude to her and her pet idiot. He'd never go back to that again. He couldn't stand the sight of her anymore: grabbing the automatic propped against the wall, he began to fire at Raine's Portrait, completely letting loose a hell storm of bullets, trying to erase the image with pure ballistic force, screaming manically all the while. |
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| Fudo Saiken | Feb 1 2018, 06:05 AM Post #44 | |||||
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The sound was shut down, and the boy felt as though he were sucked into a vacuum. In reality he was just in a large sensory depravation room fitted for his training. Flopping to the ground under the effects of a consumed plant, the boy would be subject to some tinkering and manipulation. Something similarly was employed to a lesser effect on his father, Fudo Saiken. The pirate had become aware enough of himself to break free of his shakles years ago when he was here. However the boy succumbed to them rather easily, this likely being his fist interaction with any perspective and conscious warping materials. Laying on the ground, Cero's hand remained the only part of him angled upwards. His hand still grasped a cactus that appeared to just grow and grow. With dilated eyes the boy began to feel overwhelmed by everything. The stretching of his skin, the beating of his heart, the growth of the cactus, everything, even the slightest movement beside him felt enhanced by the thousands. Everything felt slow and yet fast, the floor seemed to move like the ocean, with his body following the rhythm of the sea. The cactus grew, soon enveloping his arm. Cero saw multiples of the cactus, like a kaleidoscope his vision exploded with flowers and prices. Topics filled his ears, the light began to strobe rapidly. Creating a feeling of rapid aging in the boy, each flash day, each absence of light, night. He felt as though years were bursting by him, he couldn't control it. The cactus kept growing, his torso was beginning to be enveloped. Heavy breathing accompanied, tears, drool, and mucus, the boy was doing whatever he could to move or even scream. He couldn't hear his own voice but he could hear the cactus speak. It was consuming him, just as the island did. The cactus swelled further and further. Hissing at him, scraping him, shrieking in pleasure as he lay mostly motionless. Before long Cero's Visio would be nothing but green and black. He was consuming himself with his untamed power. The darkness causing him to trip harder and harder as he devoured himself. Within a hour, Cero would be inside the center of a large bulbous cactus, his mind incapable of processing the how and why. His body capable of much less. There was nothing there but the occasional flash of light breaking through the dense green cactus skin. Expanding further more and more cactus began to grow fro the boy in response, he now produced a field of cactus ten times greater than anything that had been there before. Cero would hear the distance chirping of a bird, the subtle calm of a womanly voice. The boy shrouded himself in a womb, the embrace and protection he truly desired. |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Feb 1 2018, 06:20 PM Post #45 | |||||
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After obliterating the portrait of the woman, Jeremiah had exhausted the ammunition of the machine gun, only a could of gun smoke rose in it's wake, along with Jeremiah's twisted smile. The great genius took a moment to compose himself in order to observe his surroundings once again, not fully analyzing his situation before. Need he forget why he was here in the first place? Ideally he shouldn't be following innard-hungry children to their den filled with loony priests. He had to escape; captivity definitely didn't suit him, but he could see the appeal of experimenting on a fine person such as Jeremiah Ortega... He looked over the room. Opposing the shooting range was a reflective pane of black glass, likely a one-way mirror for the observers as well as bullet proof. To the side of the same wall, a steel door with quite the bulky lock, similar to that of a cog. He then turned to the final portrait. To his surprise, it wasn't someone he'd inherently shoot; Cero. Although in the picture he was barely recognizable since it showed a boy who looked like he didn't eat innards on the daily. Jeremiah concluded that was an image from the past, but couldn't stop reminding him of present day Cero... What hell had these twisted fucks put him through? Jeremiah was also a twisted fuck, granted, but at least he was on the right side of things. He turned to face the black mirrored-glass, he face showed grimace of disgust and hatred. "I'm not one of your pet projects... Neither is he... He's mine now, just like the rest of the world!" He quickly descended onto the door, wielding the hulking metal mass that was the machine gun. In a one two fashion, he rammed the weapon onto the centermass of the door, trying to cave in it's frame to be later kicked down. Jeremiah knew, regardless of the material, the door was heavily reliant on it's hinges. Given enough pressure, it would bend and break. Wasn't long after this that the room began to fill with gas. Prepared for this, he held a gulp of oxygen in his mouth, not breathing whatsoever. He would continually smash the weapon into the door, over and over, with a fiery determination in his eyes. |
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