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He was free.
All he had to do was take the next step.
A voice in the back of his mind gnawed at his reasoning, sowing discomfort and doubt into his mind. Was this the right thing to do?
He had already made up his mind. But was it the right choice?
He squashed that voice, squashed it hard. He had no mercy towards the voices in his head, not after Ioc. This voice would never rise again.
It helped to personalize the voices in one’s head. Turn the voices into people, then kill them, obliterate them, smash them into the ground, mix their blood with the dust. It always worked.
Another voice began its attack on his decision. Would this next step bring him happiness?
He destroyed this voice as well.
He didn’t have a name. Not many others needed to refer to him as… anything, really. Several have asked what to call him, but the first time it happened…
“What are you?” the frightened boy of five or six years asked, crying silently except for the words.
“I am… a Friend,” He had responded.
Since that day, he had gone by many things. That same boy had given him a joking nickname. He sometimes identified himself with the initials of that nickname.
However, usually, he just went by Friend. It seemed to fit.
Friend had no body. He was free. It had taken a long time to free himself from the bonds he had tied, but finally, Friend was free.
So, because he had no body, to say he looked into the distance would be a lie. Instead, he simply thought, his thoughts having nothing to do with his surroundings. At present. He was floating above the Alleycity, a beige cloud stretching almost a mile long. It was a thin beige, however, so it was unlikely that anyone below would see and make anything of it.
Friend rumbled internally. The next step would leave no return available. But, right now, there was always a return possible. Was it right?
Yes.
No.
Another option?
Maybe.
Humans used past experience to guide their future decisions. Friend had no such luxury. His memory began nearly fifteen years ago. Beyond that, he had only impressions, but he sensed he had been around far, far longer than 15 years.
What was he? That was a question that frequently plagued him. He had several theories.
Was he an Entity? Maybe. That would explain how he had never felt comfortable in his own body, and how he was able to share minds.
Was he a spren? That would explain his pure Investiture-related abilities, and how he could bond with humans.
Was he a Shard? Very unlikely.
Was he a Splinter? Also unlikely.
Was he a child of the Nightwatcher? No, since she often acted as though he was older.
Was he a child of a Shard, then? A human who wished for more and appealed to a higher power? That would explain his internal masculine identity, even if he had no body.
Whatever he was, his first memory was one of fleeing. Dodging around a danger, a terrible force that threatened to pull Friend apart at every opportunity. Friend almost died, that first memory. Until in this chase around the planes of existence. Friend, worn out and unable to continue, stopped at a very special world.
Very special. The Earth protected by mimes.
Friend escaped to that planet, barely sifting passed the protective shell of silent, all-powerful clowns that protected this Earth. He was dying, then. He was about to die.
On his arrival in Earth’s atmosphere, he slowed down time. Burning part of his own investiture to think faster than any other being. And friend reached out mentally to the beings on that Earth.
And found the most vulnerable creature able to handle Friend’s power. For that instant, there was one newborn that would remain the newest person on Earth for only milliseconds. But it was enough. Without really knowing how, Friend had lodged himself into that baby’s brain, saving himself.
At first, in the child’s beginning years, Friend had stuffed his entire existence into that baby’s mind, causing some unwanted side effects. Later, Friend discovered that he could leave a small part of his being to share the brain. The rest of him, he could travel the planes of existence again.
And, the best part was, at any time Friend could shift his attention to the child, to look through the child’s eyes. Or, he could shift back to his main being, and look through his own eyes. The beige mist that was Friend could teleport instantaneously back to the child. The child could not teleport to him, however. It was fruitless to try any more than once.
It was this one attempt, when the child was five or six, that Friend received his name. He pumped the child’s brain full of investiture, preparing to teleport, and the child had detected him.
“Who are you?” a frightened boy of five or six years asked, crying silently except for the words.
“I am… a Friend,”
Later, the boy would give his mind neighbor a joking nickname. But that came later.
It was around this time that Friend discovered the Alleyverse.
It was amazing! An entire planet dedicated to the traveling between other planets! Friend had never seen anything so marvelous. Was it even a planet? Perhaps, perhaps not. It was difficult to see the entire thing.
Friend wanted to know more.
That’s when he ‘bonded’ his second person. A man named Nei’an.
Nei’an was a special man. Impervious to pain, he was creative and more determined than any man had the right to be, Nei’an seemed the best person to explore the Alleyverse for Friend. So, Friend discovered how to send another bit of his being into Nei’an’s brain.
And Nei’an had been a disappointment.
He hadn’t realized the power he had been given. Instead of using Friend’s investiture to explore the Alleyverse, Nei’an ignored it and pranced around causing trouble.
Friend was almost glad Nei’an died.
However, Friend had gotten a taste of adventure, however unexpected that taste may have been. The child back on that certain Earth wasn’t nearly so interesting. Friend would have pulled out of that child’s brain if he knew how.
Instead, he ignored the child, and sent another bit of power to another host in the Alleyverse. Naermen.
She had been smarter with the power. He had been able to give more investiture to her, through the Nightwatcher. She recognized her power and used it.
She used it too well.
One week, she decided to ignore all the exciting things happening around her and meditate. Friend grew frustrated and bored and tried to make her join the action. This was during the seven Day War.
That was when Naermen seized control of Friend and bonded him more fully.
She became a beacon of power, able to switch from a beige cloud to her person at any time. She would have been able to access all of Freind’s investiture, instead of following her Nightwatcher’s curse, if she had searched for that.
Instead, she died.
And Friend was given a wonderful chance.
The chance to own a body of his own.
Naermen had gotten such a hold on Friend’s power that, when she left to the Cognitive, then Spiritual Realm, she left Friend with control of her body.
It was a simple matter to heal up and awaken as Ioc.
Friend lost the ability to shift his attention towards the child back at that certain Earth, but he didn’t care. He had his own body! Friend thought he was free.
He killed. Oh, how he killed. He grew confident. He did as he wished, and when others got in the way of his goals, he killed them.
Ioc was a failure. And it was to no fault of a second consciousness. No human shared this brain that Friend could put the blame on.
Friend was a monster.
He was glad when he was killed and imprisoned, his mind and power separated.
Entrapped in metal.
Metal is nowhere near as strong a prison as a human mind.
Friend’s mind fled, back to the stagnant beige cloud he had left hovering above the Alleyverse before bonding Naermen. He retook control and looked to the child to see what had changed.
The child was now a teenager.
And Friend found he liked looking through the teen’s ryes more than he had liked looking through Naermen’s or Ioc’s.
Part of him wanted to return to the boy, to take a break from it all.
But a voice inside convinced Friend to try one more time at the Alleyverse.
Vesuvius.
Fred.
Xena.
Vesuvius. A villain from the start. Instead of using Friend's power, Vesuvius used Friend's mind, learning how to construct explosives. Vesuvius killed, maybe killing more than Ioc ever had.
Fred. The armless pewterarm. Friend was glad about his choice here. Fred had a good soul, but… a tendency to get into trouble. Chewing through the ropes that bound those children to that bomb? Friend could never have been prouder.
Xena. She… was often ignored. She was smart, witty, and had a mind to match Friend’s, but she never did anything exciting. Friend was growing bored, so he left her to her own devices more often than naught.
After Ioc had died, Friend had despised violence. But right after he rebonded, he found himself bathing in it.
And he enjoyed it.
Vesuvius was fun to look through. Fred was hilarious. The way they both fought, Vesuvius with solemn precision, Fred with… that giraffe technique, Friend enjoyed it all.
Until one day, he looked through Xena’s eyes.
And he saw carnage. He felt her feelings.
She hated it.
And Friend remembered.
He looked through the teenager’s eyes, back on the special Earth. He wasn’t innocent, completely, but he was infinitely better than a murderer.
Friend knew he had to escape.
But he had never been able to escape a mind.
Unless the person died.
Friend hated it, but he hatched a plan.
He bonded others. A Grey Man here, a squad of henchmen there, a Lightweaver or so to finish it off.
Vesuvius. Friend guided Vesuvius to find Frob. Frob lead those other people to Vesuvius. Vesuvius was beaten and blew himself up. Perfect.
Fred. Friend was sad he had to kill Fred, but it was the only way. Fred had been kidnapped. It was a simple matter to lead the Lightweaver to Vesuvius’ hideout to spike him. It was the spike that was important. It was the fact that Fred died as a side effect. Friend had hated watching it, but it had to happen.
Xena… when she was up in the mountains, he had sent the Grey Man to kill her. But, once again…
He retook control of the Grey Man when she was least expecting it and used the assassin to kill her.
Then, he had to clean up the loose ends. Frob and his gang were all dead from the battle, a convenient end. Friend could control the Grey Man directly, so he sent it to kill the Lightweaver. Then, he had the Grey Man fall on his own knife.
And Friend was free.
Free to leave the Alleyverse.
His mind was made up.
He had made friends with the people, though. He would miss them, those people he sometimes watched. One of them always had the longest thread hanging off their clothing. Friend would miss that. He had seen several personal messages sent out. He would miss those. He would miss all the guilds, all the subterfuge, all the planning. He would miss the bakeries, the creativity, and the leaders. He would miss it all.
But if he stayed… Friend feared his life would not turn out how it was supposed to. He would go and watched his first human grow up. Friend would guide the youth through the events of a troubled world.
“Thank you,” Friend thought, shifting his gaze downwards to the Alleyverse. “Thank you for being so wonderful, for letting me stay. Thank you for accepting me, and I’m sorry for when I took advantage of that. Thank you for everything.”
Friend now shifted his attention upwards towards the stars. It was time. He would treasure the memories he had gotten here, but it was time to move on.
A part of him would always be there, hanging over the Alleyverse.
Friend, nicknamed Gancho Libre by the teenager, teleported away and landed in the head of the first bonded human, content with his decision.
Farewell.
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Fred strained against his restraints. All around him, grey-cloaked figures took notes, examined jars filled with red liquid, or conversed with quiet tones in a language he couldn't have understood if the words had been audible.
Fred was tied to a table, his legs bound with steel links that melded with the metal tabletop. Similar cuffs would have been used for his arms, but he didn't have those, so the cuffs stood unused level with his head. Instead, an ersatz leather strap wound up and over the tabletop, binding his lower torso to the cold metal.
Besides the table and the cloaked strangers, he was unable to discern his surroundings. His vision fuzzed at longer lengths. The darkness didn't help. A single gemstone, set into the ceiling just above Fred's eyes, was the only source of illumination.
Fred twisted back and forth, trying to ease the leather strap that bound him, but the cloaked strangers were obviously confident in his inability to escape. They didn't mind him as he screamed, as he sobbed, as he begged, and he pleaded, as he bribed, threatened, or promised. They ignored him completely. If they had not been so conveniently gathered around him, he would have doubted his own existence.
Over the course of minutes, or hours, or days, the cloaked men and women gradually all turned their attention to him. Conversations and observations all ceased as hidden eyes gazed at him. Fred screamed again, but they didn't seem to hear him. For seconds, or years, they stared, doing nothing but boring through him with their vision.
"I... am sorry," one, or all, of them said. Fred didn't register he had been spoken too until several seconds after the words had been spoken.
"Who are you?" he screamed at them. "Let me go!"
One of the cloaked ones, a tall women, stepped forward, almost brushing the table with her robe. "I am sorry, but we cannot let you go,"
It was evident that she was the only speaker, but she had a voice as if a hundred had chorused the words with her.
"Why not?" he wailed. "Why does Vesuvius want me?"
"He wants your pewter," the woman said, as plainly as if she had said she liked onions. "He was planning to spike it out of your and give the ability to himself. However, that is not our need,"
Fred's breath caught. "So... you don't work for him?"
The woman's face was completely hidden, but Fred had the impression that she was smiling. "No. And the ones who do are dead, now. Scoundrels, thieves, murderers, the vilest men to be found, for only the vilest would work for Vesuvius. a true villain, that man,"
Fred took a deep breath. "So, what do you want?"
The woman lowered her head. "You seem like a nice person," she said, with a mournful tone. "I regret that I have been chosen. I have done so much damage, so much to free my master,"
Fred frowned and glanced warily at the silent and still strangers gathered around him and the woman. "I... chosen to do what? What master?"
"I wish I could answer your questions," the woman said, her head still lowered. A lock of bright yellow hair fell out from the hood and rested on the grey cloak. The woman didn't seem to notice. "But my master is impatient. And the sooner He is free, the sooner I can be as well. His mind is starting to turn for the worse. He can't take it. And I can't risk the answers to your questions getting out to other ears before my master wills. I am sorry. I... will regret this. But the longer I talk, the less I want to continue,"
Fred noticed a change in the atmosphere. "Wait," he said, desperation in his voice. "What do you mean? What are you doing with me? What are-"
The woman raised a spike she had hidden behind her back and plunged it into Fred's heart, then withdrew it just as quickly.
The other cloaked men and women, the illusions, vanished as she lost concentration. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she held the bloody spike in her fist. She threw back her hood revealing glowing, blue eyes.
She left the room, leaving the bloody corpse of a pewterarm behind. She didn't stay to watch the beige mist float up Fred's body.
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Vesuvius activated a high-powered explosive lodged inside his alivened torso.
For an instant, Vesuvius was regretful. This was the only way he could escape? Destroying his own body, and maybe the bodies of everyone else? He should be better than that.
But no, he had been teamed up on. He had fought valiantly. And now, he was sacrificing himself to pay the price.
The explosion ripped apart the metal bindings that made up his ribcage before expanding to eat away at Vesuvius' real body, blowing it apart like a pinata. Vesuvius died in an instant.
And the explosion tore through the cage and funneled down either side of the tunnel, a shock wave of fire and death.
Of course Vesuvius would save his most powerful small bomb for himself.
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The shardblade stabbed through Vesuvius' alivened half, swiftly tearing through bands of metal and gears. Vesuvius groaned, but he had no space to move.
Everything was falling apart.
'You can escape...' a voice whispered in Vesuvius' mind. 'All you have to do is acknowledge who you are. I have chosen. you. All you have to do is choose me,'
Beige color ringed Vesuvius' vision. He knew what was happening. He was losing control.
He locked eyes with Max. "Don't do this," he said, in a hoarse whisper. "The children... are safe. They escaped before I could do anything. The pewterarm saved them. Please. There is a work I must do."
Vesuvius' flesh hand reached down, stretching for his pocket.
"You..." he said, "are in my mercy, yet you do not know. Let me free,"
Vesuvius slapped down on his pocket. Within the fold of cloth, a small, glowing detonator waited, the button facing inward. the slap pressed the button up against Vesuvius' leg and pushed it in.
And a single minecart-like craft rolled out form the darkness ahead, moving slowly towards them.
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Sorry, guys! It's been a while. Let's wrap this up:
*Sorry to whoever said i wasn't using alivening correctly. I thought what I did was allowed, but if not...*
Vesuvius blinked, and there was a cage, completely encircling him. In his state, he could not easily escape.
He lowered his knife-hand.
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The fountain pen spewed a little bit of water.
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The purple goddess sighed. "I didn't want to say that," she said. Then, she revealed her true form. She was Narrator Ganvcho.
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Naw, Ark, the metal isn't invested, the peice of Alivening Glass for his eye is invested.
Vesuvius stood up. Thankfully, it seemed Althea hadn't been prepared to strike while he was vulnerable. However, he was not grinning. His arm was only weakly attached to the rest of his body, and he couldn't control its actions anymore. It swung back and forth like a dead limb.
Neo was still moving forward. As Vesuvius watched, Neo kicked up, probably to either knock Vesuvius out or flip the aluminum headband off. Vesuvius mentally prepared his counterattack.
Above him, a large metal spike fell from the ceiling. Where had that come from? Althea? She was a soulcaster, after all.
Vesuvius changed his strategy, and instead of knocking Neo aside, as he had planned, he raised his flesh forearm to protect his head, bending backward slightly. He put his arm at such an angle to make the spike glance off of his weak bone and slide. He would be bruised, he knew, but the spike missed Vesuvius completely, and instead fell right between Neo and Vesuvius.
At the same time, Vesuvius noticed one function he could still perform with his crippled alivened arm. He couldn't move it, but he could still command it. And, with his mental order, the metal hand slid right off his arm, revealing a long, thick knife blade attached to the wrist.
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"I wish for you," the purple goddess commanded, "to make Narrator Ganvcho the king of Ozia United! I made a promise!"
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319 hours ago, Grey Knight said:
Psychic lightning burst from the ranks of the Astartes, the surviving Librarians of the Chapter driving the spren back with their combined might. The lightning disintegrated the spren wherever it touched down.
The Space Marine Xena had tapped stepped in front of her, raising its massive bolter.
"Daemons," it growled. It fired its weapon into the ranks of the spren. "What else could it possibly be?"
Xena laughed. "No, silly," she said, gesturing to the red river. "Not the spren people. The blood thing. Do you know what it is?"
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Oooo, can I have one?
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I see. Special properties, you say?
Well, the metal never had any magical powers in the first place, so take that!
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"And you will have good reason to believe it," the purple goddess continued, "Because I never liked Ozia United,"
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Xena knelt down beside the red stream, ignoring all of the chaos marines. She wasn't scared of them... very much.
She turned to one, knocking on its chest to get its attention.
"Excuse me," Xena asked, "Do you know what that is?"
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"And," the purple goddess continued, "I promise to make Narrator Ganvcho the king of Ozia United,"
Narrator Ganvcho was pleased to hear this.
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- Max summons a shardblade at Vesuvius' chest
- Ronin kicks Vesuvius' chest
- Ronin swings a magical fire ax at Vesuvius' flesh half
- Ronin swings a
shardblademagical sword at Vesuvius' alivened half- Althea swings a shardblade at Vesuvius' general upper body area
- Aaaand... Neo runs toward all this with the intent of getting Vesuvius' headband
"What even are you?" The enemy named Max said as Vesuvius was attacked.
The closest danger was Max. He was about to summon a shardblade into Vesuvius' body. as it appeared form mist, Vesuvius twisted backward, as if performing in a limbo competition. He smiled as his counterattack also served to negate one of Ronin's kicks.
'Ah,' Vesuvius thought, 'It's nice being powerful,'
Then, a shardblade shaved an inch of metal from the back of Vesuvius' alivened head. He had subconsciously tilted his alivened head half upwards, so it was the only affected part, not his precious flesh skull. However, luck was not on his side. Ronin swung two weapons, one of them the fiery ax, the other a shardblade probably magical sword. Vesuivus, still bent backward, twisted again to catch the fiery ax by the hilt with his alivened hand, grasping it just below the handle. However, he wasn't able to counter the sword, which cleaved off a suitable portion of his elbow.
His arm, he knew, wouldn't bend properly with such an attack. Already, he felt it dropping.
Also, Max had successfully summoned the shardblade, which sprang into appearance just above Vesuvius' alivened shoulder, and neo was coming up with those skates of his, probably to knock Vesuvius out or, at least, take Vesuvius' headband.
Vesuvius growled and twisted his body back around, throwing his non-functional metal arm to swat aside Max's shardblade. He continued his twist and blindly released the firey ax in his hand, hopefully towards Althea, behind him. He touched down with his flesh and, now in more or less of a plank position, and he kicked off, throwing himself into a roll to get away from the others. He counted on Althea being not directly behind him, and that, hopefully, either she'd be too distracted by the ax or too surprised at his motions to strike at him.
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Sorry guys! I've been gone awhile.
Alright, let's see what we have here.
-Hellbent stabs forward with a shardblade
-Devaan swipes with a shardblade
-Althea gets injured and Elsecalls away
-Max stabs with a shadblade and a knife
-Neo Bestows stormlight to Max, his momentum to Devaan/Hellbent/Ronin, and stops to heal Althea
Presumably:
-Hellbent and Devaan are no longer able to stab at Vesuvius for the purposes of this post
-Neo and Althea are also out of the action
-Max's wound is less halting, because of automatic stormlight healing (???)
-The only attack I need to worry about is Max's
If I got anything wrong, just say the word and I'll edit.
Vesuvius looked up after he had thrown the rock. Neo was on the move. Max was on the move. Hellbent was on the move. Althea had teleported away. He wasn't sure if the attack had done anything to her.
They were all so close. Vesuvius was on the ground. This had turned out well once.
Let's see if it could again.
He rolled backward, tucking his legs to his chest immediately and rocking back, away from the three. He knew it was the wrong move. Too many shardblades coming towards him.
Somehow, he finished the roll without dying, and he hopped to his feet, his alivened foot scraping against the ice.
Neo was kneeling next to Althea, healing her. Ok. Hellbent was, somehow, momentarily paused. Ok. Max was still moving, glowing with stormlight. Fine.
A stab. Give a man a shardblade and he stabs with it. Vesuvius adjusted his alivened arm to slide along the flat of the blade, deflecting it.
QuoteEverything here on out is, technically, godmodding. I include it because it is still technically a part of Vesuvius' attack, but it takes for granted that Max will not react fast enough or in a way that will counter the rest of the attack.
Itiah, if the below is contrary to what you think would happen in this scene, then feel free to only regard the above. That is totally fine by me.
[As Max fell in closer, Vesuvius did the same to the knife's blade with his flesh forearm. He was scraped, but not bad.
Both of his arms were in motion, and both of max's arms were in motion. Vesuvius could only use his head, which he did. Vesuvius slammed the alivened half of his head against Max's glowing head.]
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Sorry. Got ninja'd, and my computer didn't let me edit.
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And four-wheel drive.
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2 hours ago, MetaTerminal said:
Given the earlier start, a draft for teams will go up today, everybody. If you want to sign up, do so soon!
I WANNA SIGN UP!!!
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And it was an older suit, so it didn't have all the fancy Edna gadgets.
Like being fireproof.
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Not your fault itiah. Sorry for moving ahead without you.
Yeah, caught that myself. I would change it so that he bends backward instead of forwards because that would be a faster action and it would accomplish the same things. However, for some reason I can't edit anything I post on this thread, so... sorry.
A common villain would grab Althea and use her as a human shield to escape. But Vesuvius didn't want to escape. Not yet.
And there happened to be a giant boulder falling towards him.
He was laying on his back. He braced his Alievend shoulder firmly against the icy ground, then raised his hand, palm up. He locked the gears and braced for impact.
He caught it, and the metal of his alivened half trembled. But it held. The ice under his metal shoulder blade cracked.
A rat flew through the air, and he saw Neo lose his momentum.
Vesuivus flashed a grin at Neo before twisting and half-throwing half-sliding the rock towards Althea.
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You guys are the best. I love you all, and I'll miss you all. Thank you for the times we've had.
OH MY GOSH THIS IS SOOOO SAD!!!
You guys better have a blast with this and the rest of your lives.
See ya!