((This thread is rated NSFW 18+ due to graphic content, violence, cannibalism, you name it we've got it - except for nudity or sexual content. Lots of other sites for that. Happy reading. -K))
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"Her silence translates her silence." ― Junaid e Mustafa
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There are simple things in life one can enjoy....a nice, comfy office. A dark, varnished oak desk complete with integrated holographics linked to a multi-dimensional hive-mind; a self aware computer artificial intelligence built into the surface; a skin tight black dress that was expensive despite how basic and uniformed it clung to her frame, somewhat in a business like fashion.
That, or, maybe her official office was buried deep in the subterranean prison complex she herself designed for Rhy'din's more....problematic villains; an ironic turn of events that perhaps, was not what it seemed. Lined across the walls were pictures of corpses in various states of autopsy, while displayed in projections across the desk were schematics of various projects: the Trooper Armour, the SCHISM Engine, the Box's layout and then her own vitals, displayed for all to see. She sat back in her office chair with a growing frown, her long black hair framing her eternally beautiful features that creased with a distinct frown; her elbows firmly buried into the arms of the chair while her fingers steeped before her chin, her middle fingers pressing against the bridge of her nose, her black eyes rimmed red and centred with glowing, crimson irises locked beyond the images floating before her. She stared into the veil of the network she had constructed that spanned beyond the minds of mortal men. The shadows quivered in the room as she breathed.
Time warped. Fabric twitched.
High above, Kaius stood on a warehouse.
Actually, he stood on about twenty of them, simultaneously bi-locating. His nightly activities had started out of vengeance, a desire to kill Von Gart which couldn't be satisfied, then had evolved. Eventually, he did it for fun and trophy's. Then....something changed. It became catch and release, he hunted, but not to kill. Just to torment and scare. He had used Pathfinder to perform wide area scans, through multiple bodies, which had eventually lead him unconsciously, magnetically, down; this was ironically both literal at the moment, and metaphorical.
She parted her lips, a tongue ran out across her lower lip and over her fangs. "You're supposed to knock."
"You know I have trouble with doors." He stood in the shadows now, well below the docks. The rest of "him' above vanished. Everyone, and anyone else had to do their dealings through the Kiai; only One roused the interest of the Sleeper enough to wake. He wasn't loud in his query, almost tentative, as he glanced around, "New..." Or old?"
((Authors Note: This thread was done in live chat with One, and formatted here for your viewing....pleasure. I know that'll apply to some of you more than others, by the end. It is finished and will be posted in pieces - since there are ramifications in it I need to account for in other threads. Huge thanks to Lulu, much love as always; I think we can both look back at this and say, 'Wow, that escalated quickly.' Also, at the time of this posting Kaius sig reads 'To be good is noble; but to show others how to be good is nobler and no trouble. - Mark Twain'. I might have to rethink that. ))
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"Her silence translates her silence." ― Junaid e Mustafa
~~~
There are simple things in life one can enjoy....a nice, comfy office. A dark, varnished oak desk complete with integrated holographics linked to a multi-dimensional hive-mind; a self aware computer artificial intelligence built into the surface; a skin tight black dress that was expensive despite how basic and uniformed it clung to her frame, somewhat in a business like fashion.
That, or, maybe her official office was buried deep in the subterranean prison complex she herself designed for Rhy'din's more....problematic villains; an ironic turn of events that perhaps, was not what it seemed. Lined across the walls were pictures of corpses in various states of autopsy, while displayed in projections across the desk were schematics of various projects: the Trooper Armour, the SCHISM Engine, the Box's layout and then her own vitals, displayed for all to see. She sat back in her office chair with a growing frown, her long black hair framing her eternally beautiful features that creased with a distinct frown; her elbows firmly buried into the arms of the chair while her fingers steeped before her chin, her middle fingers pressing against the bridge of her nose, her black eyes rimmed red and centred with glowing, crimson irises locked beyond the images floating before her. She stared into the veil of the network she had constructed that spanned beyond the minds of mortal men. The shadows quivered in the room as she breathed.
Time warped. Fabric twitched.
High above, Kaius stood on a warehouse.
Actually, he stood on about twenty of them, simultaneously bi-locating. His nightly activities had started out of vengeance, a desire to kill Von Gart which couldn't be satisfied, then had evolved. Eventually, he did it for fun and trophy's. Then....something changed. It became catch and release, he hunted, but not to kill. Just to torment and scare. He had used Pathfinder to perform wide area scans, through multiple bodies, which had eventually lead him unconsciously, magnetically, down; this was ironically both literal at the moment, and metaphorical.
She parted her lips, a tongue ran out across her lower lip and over her fangs. "You're supposed to knock."
"You know I have trouble with doors." He stood in the shadows now, well below the docks. The rest of "him' above vanished. Everyone, and anyone else had to do their dealings through the Kiai; only One roused the interest of the Sleeper enough to wake. He wasn't loud in his query, almost tentative, as he glanced around, "New..." Or old?"
((Authors Note: This thread was done in live chat with One, and formatted here for your viewing....pleasure. I know that'll apply to some of you more than others, by the end. It is finished and will be posted in pieces - since there are ramifications in it I need to account for in other threads. Huge thanks to Lulu, much love as always; I think we can both look back at this and say, 'Wow, that escalated quickly.' Also, at the time of this posting Kaius sig reads 'To be good is noble; but to show others how to be good is nobler and no trouble. - Mark Twain'. I might have to rethink that. ))