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Deepest Roots; [Closed, Nickle and HazzaH]
Topic Started: Jan 18 2011, 04:01 AM (794 Views)
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Long shadows waiting out their life spans against the filtering amber light, the silhouettes of swords and suits of armour long left to gather dust beneath the International History Museum of Hyakuji. Well after closing time, only the distant hum and scratching of far away cleaning staff still kept the darkening halls alive.

Yet here, in the basement of this institution, a security guard did his rounds diligently. he'd paced through this labyrinth of crates and white sheet covered displays about a dozen times. He felt it necessary before slacking off to watch reruns of Seinfeld on a snowy grey television he'd jury rigged into the fuse box. He was just getting into it when he heard a knocking. Deep, loud and intent on disturbing him. With a groan he managed to haul his ample frame off the cast iron chair he'd borrowed from one of the exhibits. The knocking was sounding off from the museum’s drop off and unloading back entrance, which fed directly into it's storage basement. The guard, bless him, had to stumble through the gratuitous comically sized set of keys before finally opening the door to the spider legged form of Illtist Fray carrying two plastic bags, while three Remnant's hovered behind, their arms packed high with boxes of medical equipment.

The guard didn't ask questions, Illtist having already ripped the man's memories into a new set where Illtist was just another historian who kept late hours. "G'devenin' Dr. Fray. Need any 'elp?" It didn't seem strange that there were parcels being held aloft by ghostlings either. "No thank you Ernie. Simply get the door would you?" The guard trotted behind as Illtist stalked into the building, his servants drifting in close behind. The guard, once finished fumbling with the keys again at the main door, ran in front of Illtist's party and brushing away the thick sand and dust on the floor; revealed a door in the floor. Not even a trap door. It was an actually, Victorian style dark wood door. Heavily carved and ornate, with brass handle and knocker in the shape of a snarling snake with several heads. For this, the guard needed no key. The door only worked with Illtist was around.

Into the oppressive gloom of flickering, anaemic phosphorescent lighting below, makeshift wires running down an inclined wooden board passage to a massive open room, it was here that Illtist places down all the packages he'd brought in from above. In there, the walls were invisible, lost to the darkness cast by the strong over head light above the operating table in the centre of the room. It gave this place a cavernous feeling. There, beneath the harsh, white light was the restrained form of Nickle Ryuko. The Planeswalker had taken every precaution, his spider legs ticking on the concrete floor as he checked the cords, restraints and wires that fed from the metal slab operating table. It looked more like a computer tower on it's side then medical equipment.
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"Mmm."

Where am I?

Nickle was in a daze, a far off dream world that not even he could recognise. He was used to such places, having entered his own mind so many times when Kinclex and he shared the same body. Wait...who was Kinclex? Wait no no, he remembered...something. Kinclex was him, or a part of him. An evil him that had gotten out long ago...
Nickle's body was adrift, floating in space, surrounded by swirles of light blue and white agaisnt a dark night sky.

The void shifted around him, the streams forming shapes he thought he recognised. He lay there, being carried along by an interstellar river for what seemed like days. He wasn't asleep, his eyes were open, but his body was limp. He was so tired. So lazy. So drained. He lay there, looking up, when another figure floated over him, looking down. That was strange, the man was floating above him and looking down at him, but his long, sable black hair wasn't falling down. What was up with the gravity?

A set of ice-blue eyes mirrored his sapphire ones before the man's han reached out and touched his forehead, "Wake up, you idiot." and shoved his head downwards under the streams, drowing Nickle. The electromancer was now gasping for air, struggling to stay alive. He wasn't going to drown! Not like this!

Then light.

A light surrounding him as Nickle sprung back to conscious reality. He closed his eyes again momentarily, before opening them and letting them adjust. Where was he? No, wait...he was in the graveyard. Then that man. That man Illtist Fray. He had come. He'd fought with him and lost. Those Wraiths, shredding his memories away from him. Nickle began to examine his surroundings, looking at the equipment in the room around him, before spotting Illtist on his way inside.

Nickle scowled, his arms and legs trying to move, but finding themselves bound and very well restrained. He tried to channel whatever power had returned to him, but no dice. Something was rerouting it, taking it from him before it even left his body. Nickle resigned himself to finding out more about his situation, for the moment, until he could figure something out. "Oi, what are you playing at? What the hell are you planning to achieve strapping me down like this? If you're planning on cloning me I'd be careful. The clones often turn out more troublesome than the original."
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Illtist tugged at Nickle's copper weave restraints and looked over lazily. "Oh, good morning to you too; Mr. Ryuko." He didn't seem too phased on the thought of being unable to clone Nickle. Cloning was hardly something that interested Illtist; it introduced variables into the Experiment he could not account for. He wandered off and riffled through one of the boxes brought down with him, his Remnants floating around the computerized medical table, adjusting dials and pushing buttons as background minions often do.

"Don't worry about the cloning. The 'damage' is going to be far too extensive to make a clone viable." He called out from beyond the range of the thin light bulb that hung over Nickle's head. He trotted back on his massive arachnid body and reared up to loom over Nickle. "Now, please bear with me. This may burn...a lot." He revealed a large hypodermic needle he'd fished out from the packages and wasted no time aiming it at Nickle's neck and, not account for whatever resistance Nickle could muster, would pour the anaesthetic content into his blood stream. Not the most efficient of approaches, but Illtist wasn't looking for efficiency just yet.
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Damage? Nickle's eyes widened slightly. Was this sicko planning on disecting him!? He began to struggle against his bonds, daming his strength from being sapped from his previous battle. He had far too little energy to enter his Storm King state, if he could even with the cords draing his power, he'd have been able to slip right through these bonds. "I'm not gonna let you do this! Get your damn demonic hands off me you creep!" Nickle's eyes reflected the shape of the needle under the light, but he was completely and totally trapped.

He felt the searing sting of it as it was stabbed into his neck, but the huge does of anaesthetic kicked in and knocked Nickle clean out. Oh yes, he tried to fight it and keep his eyes open, but at the end of it all, Nickle was only human. He felt himself drifting off and hated himself for it. With a light thud, his head dipped onto the operating table, his eyebrows remaining furrowed for a moment before easing out.

He floated back, back to that stream, back towards the river of wthin the cosmos. Someone was waiting for him there, it was the same man as before. His long black coat was hiding him well or at least letting himself be camoflauged against the dakr night sky that enveloped the area. He shook his head.

This won't end well...
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With the thud of Nickle's head like a curtain call, three Remnants hauled themselves out of Illtist's upper half like a faune from afterbirth. They twisted their clawed hands into all manner of medical tools. One a pair of industrial scalples, another a chest spreader; the last dartting off to find a set of large staples from the packets Illtist himself had carried down to this surgery basement.

"Oh you'll be conscious soon Mr.Ryuko, just dream for now. Enjoy the person you are while it lasts." Illtist's deft hands mutating into five bladed hybrids, where man stopped and living metal began merging. Slowly his legs reformed as he reared over the currently knocked out Nickle, dissolving and flowing back in their black sand form into the two legs; totally healed from the battle at the cemetery. "Let us find out what makes it rain." Sure blades found their mark as an arrow, sharper then any butcher and clean as bauhaus; Illtist made an incision in Nickle's sternim. His fingers cleaved through bone like butter; without Nickle's will to defend him Illtist's damage could manifest in the physical world. And yet not a drop of blood clung to the finger blades. It was as if Nickle's body fleed from the blade, rather then be touched by it.

After some ear splitting cracks of bone and cartaledge snapping like wet palms, the chest spreader Remnant helped to open Nickle open like a ripe watermelon, with a similarly satisfying sound. "Huh, there's no battery in here..." sparking knife fingers together with a snap, Illtist summoned a Remnant to fetch yet more from the casteks brought down from the outside. It flosted off into the deeper storage of this basement and out of sight. It returned moments later with a small, stainless steel box. It looked to it;s master with that same dull, yellow eyed expression they all had. He nodded to it, and the golem places the device carefully into Nickle's chest cavity before it darted off the other tasks.

"I suppose I should get to trying the easy way then, before he wakes up all screamy like." With a sigh, Illtist's hands reformed, merging and warping back to normal. He walked off the rumage through some larger boxes laid to one side while the collected Remnants set to work sowing Nickle up again, nailing the medical staples into the opening so freshly cut into his chest. They were more sanitary after all.
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Nickle felt nothing from the operation that was currently being conducted in him. However, deep inside the realms of his yet untouched mind, something was happening, something was stirring.

Nickle looked at the man before him, a reflection of himself in so many ways and yet not. Kinclex looked back and Nickle and shook his head, "You've really done it now, haven't you? This guys a complete whackjob, do you honestly think you're going to come out of this in one piece?" Nickle looked away, not being able to look at his twin.

"You don't think I know that? I've goofed up big time." He then turned at him angrily, waving his arm out in front of him in a dismissive way, "But what do you care anyway! You're just a memory! You can't save me! You don't even exist!" Kinclex stood there impassive, his ice-cold eyes looking at Nickle before he unfolded his arms. "Yeah, I'm just a memory. But the thing is, I'm not an evil memory. You're forgetting that when I was cloned from you, I had taken all of your malice and darkness with me. In here however, I share every single quality with you, the good and the bad."

Nickle paused for a moment, before he realized it, "Ressonance?"
Kinclex smiled, "Bingo."

Nickle remembered it from long ago when he and Kinclex still shared a body, when he was first created. Although they were so different, there were moments when their minds acted as one because they both wanted the same thing. Their powers unified and unlocked the electromancer's bodies true potential. The same thing was happening here. Both he and Kinclex wanted to get out of this situation, they were on the same wavelength, as it were.

It was great that this was the case, but that still left Nickle with a problem, "What is you telling me this got to do with the situation? I can't escape, I'm trapped in my own mind for crying out loud. Not to mention even if do wake up my body is strapped to a table have lord knows what done to it! He could have even cut my legs off-"

Kinclex's hand was felt burning across Nickle's face as it slapped his cheek. "Idiot. Haven't you gotten a clue yet? Think about what's been going on. When he attacked you, your body was fine, but you felt something inside burning. You saw image of me and your father attacking you. Now how the hell does he even know what your father looks like or how he died? Sure he might have gotten some intel on my from the Wo-Shing, but that's purely coincidence." Kinclex stopped, letting it sink it.

That was true, Nickle hadn't even considered that. How did he know what his father looked like? He had assumed it was just an illusion and it was, but...
"He's delving into my memories!"

Kinclex snapped his fingers, "Exactly. More to the point while your concious mind was focussed on that battle, your subconcious, aka yours truely, was kicking back and watching what was happening. Those wraiths of his, are formed from memories. Normally it's hard to tear memories apart, but your mind is so unsorted due to you taking on my memories as well." Kinclex moved to stand next to Nickle and put a hand on his shoulder, "You're a apple tree to him ripe for the picking."

Nickle was understanding now, maybe not all of it, but enough. "Well this still brings us back to the question, what the hell am I gonna do about it?" Kinclex's face then became slightly darker, his hair covering his eyes, "Unfortunately, there's nothing you can do...but, I've figured something out that might just give you a chance to get out of this. It won't be immediate, but it will give us both a fighting chance."
Kinclex began to run off into the dark of Nickle's mind, shouting back to him, "Because, whatever happens to you ultimately is gonna affect me!"

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While Illtist was working away, he would suddenly feel something strange inside him. Something akin to indegestion, that slowly shifted itself into feeling like heart pain. It might be surprising to him, but the pain was slowly growing. Then something strange started to happen to him. He obviously felt what it was like, releasing and absorbing conutless wraiths. However, this felt different, like the sudden sensation one gets right before they hiccup.

A single black strand of memory cloth flew out from Illtist's side, floating down to the ground. It lay there for a moment before it shook, slowly rising up as if being made to dance by some poltergeist. It then rapidly took shape, nothing like the Wraith's Illtist usually created. Within seconds, the form of Kinclex stood before Illtist, smirking arrogantly with ice-cold eyes at the scientist.

"It's a pretty neat trick, using memories to create servants. Problem is, I sense you've become complacent about it. I mean, come on, how many memories do you know that have a will of their own?" Kinclex glanced and Nickle's body on the operating table, resisting the ruge to twitch as he saw the stables on his chest. He looked back at Illtist, with a smug smile, "You slipped up bucko."

Kinclex then moved, his body feeling exilerated at being able to feel the physical rush of hypercceleration. He teleported next to Nickle, touching his arm briefly and implanting a portion of his power his power into Nickle's body. That would serve as a tracking beacon no matter where Nickle was. Not a split second later, he was gone, a black blur bursting through the doors and out into Hyakuji again.

"Hang in there...Nickle-kun."
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The feeling was familiar and yet laced with purest, exotic sensations. Like swallowing a living worm, still fighting for it's last gasp of air. It was odd when the worm decided to spin off from his body and make itself manifest as a man made of, what is to Illtist, akin to wet clay. Hardly confronting, but thoroughly unexpected. And Illtist felt a deep set satisfaction with the unexpected. It meant he was getting results.

Illtist stared at the fully formed Kinclex. He didn't show worry or surprise, or even glee. He just sort of blankly stared as the rouge memory sassed him. Observing it go on, self assured and full of fight. It crossed that vast consciousness between Planes to simply show the upstart what Illtist could really do to a memory with free will, but something stayed his hand. He didn't need to. The troublemaker was gone, tinkering with an already broken specimen before darting off. The Planeswalker could only assume for rescue and reinforcements.

"Huh...don't see that every day do you?" he elbowed a nearby wraith, which gave a ghostly chuckle; it's eye slits inclining with the laughter. Illtist strode over to Nickle, more Remnants streaming out of their master to dart about the facility, preparing objects and tossing about sheets of metal and wiring. "I suppose that means the cavalry will be along shortly. This will be easier now." Illtist plunged his hand into Nickle's face, the forming claws phasing through skin, bone or muscle to writhe and rip and drain and dredge out every deep memory Nickle has. He pulled them out in swaths, reams of memory cloth flowing out of the incapacitated Nickle. Illtist searched them, fed off them, stored them and then; when not even long forgotten glimpses of childhood were untouched by the weaver's cruel talons; Illtist pulled out a vast selection of memories to begin his dark project.

The thing about memories is that they, without Illtist's Plane based abilities, are virtually untouchable. They are intangible things made real in the hands of the wrapping thief. He'd taken memories from all throughout Nickle's life, but the majority he'd taken from the last few years, and right up to when he went under the sedative. The boy would remember nothing without a heavy catalyst to break the weaving of the false memories Illtist intended to plant. He wandered over to a work bench behind his operating table and, after pinning down the still struggling memory cloth with his claws, took to placing sample after sample in the glass jars he seems to have in limitless supply from his coat pockets. Storing them back in the endless space within his pockets, he set to work on Nickle's memories of the last 5 years. He took the burning desire to protect, mixed it with a burden of loss and the vicious images of Kinclex. Illtist knew everything about this boy and his clone now. Their history, powers, achievements. Everything. He learnt of Hiro Tsukasa, Jameson Willicott, Chizu Yamamura, Eiji and the old Wo-Shing, Celestial Lewis and everyone else in Hyakuji and their vast wealth of memories with which to play. He took sections of the memory cloth and cut through entire episodes of Nickle's life. Pinning and weaving them together, Illtist loved this part. The crafting of new memories from the old, implanting totally fresh ones in unwilling or the unknowing. He doubted that Nickle, or anyone that came to his rescue, would begin to fathom the great progress they were a part of. It did not matter. Test animals are rarely used for their comprehension.

For now, he'd woven a tale where Kinclex had used a forgotten method of forming himself from Nickle's body, mixing Illtist own images of Kinclex coming from his body, with memories of graveyard earlier in the day. Rather then wraiths and tendrils, it was a duel of lightening and thunder that had left the graveyard half destroyed, Nickle along with it. Illtist twisted the memories until it was not he, but Kinclex who had fought and defeated the Storm Lord with sheer, vicious power while boasting that the world will be changing. Then he set about totally removing any last imprints on Illtist himself, finding the image of an old man, one of the monks from Nickle's Tibetan training, and removed it from the background to use later. All the while, Illtist's Remnants had been busy on Nickle's body. It was a last minute plan, but Illtist wanted to see how far Nickle's power could be augmented. The Remnants had rigged up metal sheets over Nickle's arms, cords and exposed wires leading directly into bolted plates all down his spinal column. All makeshift from old inventions and armours Illtist had been used from some museum exhibits. The effect was not unlike a metallic medieval knight. The electricity would power the mechanical arms and in turn be focused by them. Redundancies were being checked in the hydraulics while Illtist slowly fed Nickle's memories back in, the memory cloth whipping and straining to return to Nickle, regardless of how deeply violated it had been. When Nickle awakes he will know nothing of this place or who Illtist is save for a feeling of comfort and safety the Planeswalker had implanted to be associated with the face of the monk; which he now formed on his own to appear as a cheerful elderly man removed from Nickle's past. All Illtist had to do was put on a show while his Remnants slipped away into his Dimensional coat. He stood over Nickle, working on the armour until the boy awakened.
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Something was...strange. Nickle had suddenly found himself sleeping in that tranquil night sea again. Only the push felt, different. What...what had happened to him exactly? He floated in the dream-like realm, trying to remember things. Who was he? He was Nickle, Nickle Ryuko. Lightning Instructor of the Elemancer Tower. He had...fallen in love with a girl, with Celestial. And then she had been lost to the darkness. Then, that mean that he was alone...there was another girl, someone from his past.

Chizu

That's right, an aeromancer he'd know from way back. Nickle smiled, causing ripples to extend outward through the dark sea of stars. She was always getting embarressed. To think they'd gotten so close after she had originally been on Kinclex's side when he was with the Kyrios Organisation. Nickle stopped. In fact, the entire world he was in stopped. Something...wasn't right. Kinclex, Kinclex.
Like a damp dishtowel being wringed out, things began to become distorted and Nickle was thrown into a whirlpool.

Kinclex, was his clone. Made long ago from his darkness. It was and accident, a part of his mind was affect by a drug during science class when he was still at school...
Dr. Meimei had mentioned there would be side effects, but nothing like what he had seen. Then a whole lot happened, 5 years worth of struggling against himself. Well a darker version of himself. Nickle remembered it all, the betrayl, the lies, all swathed in a torrent of black lightning.

But then, it had all ended. It should have all ended. In the World that Never Was, when Nickle and the others were racing for the moon of Kingdom Hearts. He'd beaten Kinclex then, he was sure of it. But, that couldn't be true. Earlier memories began to resurface now. He had gone to pay his respects to Kinclex, Celestial and Sugar in the graveyard...yes that's right, he was there today! But then something unexpected happened. A figure al clad in black had shown up behind him. So soon after the Wo-Shing had been defeated Kinclex had reappeared!

Nickle was submereged under waves of pitch blackness, the stars around him fading away as he sank further and further into the abyss. That murderer, that blackheart. Kinclex had somehow found a way back to this world from beyond the grave. And in doing so he had become stronger. Nickle remembered it, so many of that face, his own face twisted by evil, surrounding him and pummeling him. He had ultimately lost, but...what had happened then?

Nickle slowly began to open his eyes, sensation slowly creeping back into his joints. Nickle felt it, the pain from the battle coursing through his body, he looked around the unfamiliar surroundings, "Where...am I?" He tried to pull himself up and found himself needing to use more muscle than he originally thought, still unaware that his powers were secretly helping him along. He looked down at his arm, seeing the metal that was there, "W-What happened to me?"

He looked around the room and saw a figure, "Who are y-" His words stopped as his eyes began to focus upon a familiar face. It had been years since he'd seen it, but it was unmistakeable. "Master Aeo?"
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Old man before Nickle tenderly placed a hand on Nickle's back to steady him, giving a half cough chuckle. He cleared his throat, Illtist in his disguse working the vocal cords of his form just so. "No my dear boy. Master Aeo is not here." He gave Nickle a warm smile before offering him a glass of water nearby. "We don't have alot of time, Nickle. There have been some...developements I think you should know." Making sure Nickle was well enough to sit up on his own, the old man moved away to the instrument table to wheel it out of the way.

"You've been out for a few hours now. I've done what I can with the time we have." Stepping back over to Nickle, the old man formed Illtist tinkered with the cybernetic armour now encasing most of the boy's upper body and arms, each hand ending in a gautlet with the finger tips still visible. "You were hurt real bad, heaven knows how, but your quite a surviver." He took a soldering iron and inspected the contacts beneath the armoured platings.

"I just don't know how to tell you this..." A grave tone filled the old man's broken voice, and all the while his hands worked behind Nickle to fill the armour with compressed Remnants, flowed from his finger tips just out of sight.
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"Your not Master Aeo?" Nickle was confused, the face and voice were practically exactly the same. However, when started speaking of little time, Nickle began to wonder what he meant. What was going on here? He looked at the disguised Iltist as he spoke of how he had been out for a few hours. The battle must have been more intense than Nickle remembered. While the old man worked the soldering iron, Nickle really began to focus on his body now, his powers feeling out the new augmentations. Had he been this badly beaten that armour was required?

He felt its weight on him, his torso and his arms. The sensation was strange, but his powers seemed to be taking to it well enough...
There was also an odd pain in his chest that he couldn't make out, but he summed it up to being due to the pain from before. Then Illtist became uncertain about some information, not sure whether to withhold it or not, "Tell me what?" was the only response that could be said.
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Illtist put on a dire front for the confused Nickle, leaving his work at the back armour to look him dead in the eyes. "Kinclex is going after your friends." He gave a deep sigh, mimicing how humans would behave after unburdening such news on one another. Illtist had puppeted this out countless times before. Putting up a front was second nature to him, this endless act for the sake of his Experiment.

He turned away from the boy, letting the fullness of emotion set in undisturbed by the watching old eyes he had on. "He's done something to your brain." Nickle wouldn't see it, but Illtist with his back to the boy couldn't help smile at this part. "He used the lightening to temper with your brain somehow. He wanted to clone you again. He's going to do the same thing to your closest friends," pause for a moment, let it filter and then he turned with a serious face, grave as before."To Chizu." With that cherry to spark Nickle's heroic trait, Illtist wasted no time.

"You can't trust them now, if he beat you so badly they'll all be under his spell by now! He wants to use their image against you." He placed a wrinkled hand on the heavy armour hanging off Nickle's shoulder. "But that's why you have this." The old man's face curled with a reassuring smile which, under the true circumstance, was the very definition of cruelity.
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Nickle visibly tensed, but didn't move due to the armour and still being unsure of it and whether Illtist was ready with it yet. So that's why his memory had been so erratic. That bastard, Kinclex. However he'd managed to regain his physical form, he was most likely going to be using that same method to make duplicates of who knows how many others! And if he was going after Chizu, that could only mean the other elemancers were in danger as well...

Nickle looked over his shoulder to Illtist, already feeling his blood boiling. He'd been infected by darkness when he was a member of Organisation XIII, that had to be how he was able to do all this. Nickle was really no match anymore on a one on one fight. During all this time, he hadn't thought to question the situation as to how Illtist knew all of this. The memory clothe he had woven had really been stitched in all the right places.

Nickle looked at the armour when he mentioned it. "I appreciate the sentiment, but what good would this armour do against lightning? It would just be another conductor. Even if I can absorb the element, this stuff would only weigh me down." Nickle had to admit he'd always relied on his speed and evasion more than being able to take a continuos stream of hits.
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Illtist gave another warm, hearty chuckle. He rather liked the visage of a kindly old man, and it simply proved another point to him about humanity. However he postponed such note taking till after events had played out. He petted the massive armour, the weight baring down alittle more on Nickle's already battle wary form.

"You think I'd put this stuff on you without thinking? Hehehe, run some electricity through it and try move...just...not too much power or you may fly through the roof." Illtist had rigged the armour to lift it's own weight in response to Nickle's nerves. It just needed a bit of juice to get going. If all went as it should, Nickle would actually feel stronger for it.

Illtist paced around, checking the links of the armour to make sure it was tight, to avoid easy interferance with the nerversystem interface plugging so closely into Nickle's spinal column and the vast, network of electrical impulses therein."This is going to take Kinclex's lightening and use it for power. He hits you with one bolt, you can blast him with ten. It will allow you to shape your lightening in mid attack and sustain the bolt. Infinate swords, living whips..." Illtist trailed off as his old man facade would, rather impressed with how well the armour had turned out, dispite his last minute adjustment to the current Experiment.
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Nickle listened to Illtist explain the armour and its properties. It was a very interesting thing to hear. The armour responded to his power. For a little bit of continuous usage on his part, the armour would allow him to respond to any attack with his regular movements, if not more depending on how much he ran through it. “Alright, I’ll try to move first then.” Nickel reached out with his powers, feeling the armour just above his skin and his electrical energy just below. He let it slip out slowly, hardly anything at all, testing how much was needed. He held out his arm and gradually poured power into it until the weight of the armour fell away.

Slowly, he began to let his current run throughout his body to the other parts of the armour. The weight of the armour soon began to lift and as it did, Nickle stood up. Maybe this was what he needed to beat Kinclex and once that was done, he could ask for it to be taken off. Surely it wouldn’t be too bad. Nickle looked at one of the empty crates. “Living whips of lightning eh?” He let a sudden spike of power surge through his arm and swung out with his arm in the process, releasing a lightning bolt of which he grabbed onto a second later.

The lash of electricity cut through the box easily and remained in place once it was done, purely because Nickle was channelling it. He raised his hand, holding the whip. He had to admit he’d never done this before, literally held lightning. Sure he could form and fire it, but that was only for a second. This was on a whole other level. He scrunched his eyes a bit, the light coming off the whip being too bright. He released the energy and let it dissipate before turning back to Illtist. “I don’t suppose you have some kind of eyewear or mask to help with the light coming off from these weapons Mr. –“ Nickle then realised he didn’t know the man’s name.
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"Ah!" Illtist exclaimed and spun on a heel, waltzing off into the shadowy surrounds, accompanied a second later by the chorus of fierce rummaging through boxes of glass and unseen ceramics. Something dropped to the floor and shattered, glass pieces scattering right up to Nickle's feet; much to the loudly voiced disdain of the apparent old man. Dusting himself off, Illtist wondered back to the frail light barely flicker over the boy.

"You kids like these sort of things no right? Got them in all those cartoons now." What Illtist held up was a vicious looking helm. Almost a mix of a riding glasses, skull and a welders mask. The rims were bolted and formed from the same brass and steel mix as Nickle's armour. The only difference was that there seemed to be several levels of lenses, hidden mechanisms working to change them at a push of a button, disguised on the lens rims as over bolts for security. Illtist placed them on the slab next to Nickle.

"Now remember Nickle. Kinclex is on his way here right now. He is going to bring you down, even use clones of your friends to do it. You've seen it yourself. Don't worry about Chizu and the others. I'll find them while you destroy the bulk of the enemy. Once everyone is safe, we will come and fight Kinclex and his abominations together." Illtist's armour was ready, as were the Remnants within. He'd placed a large amount within the armour, and their function was more horrific then any lie he'd told Nickle up till now. "They will play on your emotions,make you feel misery and pain. But you have to be strong, Nickle, and have faith."
Edited by HazzaH, Jan 24 2011, 03:35 PM.
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