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Posted by: Oblivion Nov 24 2010, 03:50 AM Being upgraded was never pleasant. Oblivion lay on his stomach on the workbench, twitching occasionally as the mechanical arm worked on his back. The sockets that would hold his new wings had to be properly connected to his central nervous system. Slow and painful, but necessary nonetheless if he wanted to have proper mobility. The wings themselves rested on a nearby stand. Each feather was beautifully carved, the detailing so high they almost looked real, and gave the illusion of being soft to the touch. A masterpiece of sculpting as in reality they were metal, a tektite alloy washed with gold, the tips sharp as razors. Though of course the wings, and the ability to move them was mostly for show, as his actual flight would be provided by an anti-gravity field. But beauty and style had always been almost as important to Liv as function. Though flying was a very necessary skill, as it turned out. Falling off Sky Fortress once was a freak accident that could be mostly overlooked. When the same thing happened a second time, it began to become embarrassing. Of course, he hadn’t exactly fallen, more jumped dramatically, but he didn’t want to have to rely on Harpy to catch him a second time. The sheer excitement of it would probably cause her to short circuit, and then where would they be? Thinking of that night made him tense, the faint echoes of guilt and rage squirming in his gut. In three years, there had never been such a disaster. He had lost the Princess, failed to kill the Hero of Mobius, and been defeated by the Ultimate Life Form. Not to mention the damage to the Fortress, and damage to several RUIN units. It was the worst series of failures he imagined, and through it all the only thing he found comfort in was the possibility that Sonic had bled to death. If that was so it would at least explain why his Master was so… silent. In the past the Overlord had unleashed his wrath for much less serious incidents, and so Liv had expected to be severely punished for his short comings. Yet no such reprimand had occurred. All in all, it was rather unnerving, but Liv knew better than to question it. The fact that he felt unnerved at all was a problem in itself. He shouldn’t have been able to feel anything, and though he had repeated the process twice since that night, the Purge was still less than thirty per cent effective. There was something very, very wrong with him, something that even the most thorough self diagnostic was not picking up on. The coil of emotion in his gut changed shape, becoming something he couldn’t put a name to. Excitement? Fear…? “Stop,” he said, and though the command had been mostly to himself, the mechanical arm obeyed, ceasing its work and sliding smoothly back to its starting position so he could get up. He did, stretching and rolling back his shoulders. Focusing on his failings was not efficient, all he could do was learn, adapt, and ensure the same mistakes were never repeated. The Freedom Fighters were growing too bold, they had their heroes back among them, they thought that gave them a chance of winning back their world. Liv smiled. He would prove them wrong. ((OOC – rambling post is rambley >.> been too long since I wrote him… and less setting up a situation than random stream of Liv consciousness. Oh well XD enter all ye who are of the RUIN)) Posted by: Rattle Dec 2 2010, 03:47 PM The sounds of sparking machinery and the shadows of metallic limbs working meticulously and with precision to make the upgrade to the leader of RUIN as painless, but as efficient as possible. Hard to do, considering their patient was growing agitated with their constant poking and prodding at his backside. "Installing new hardware? This I've gotta see." Her voice echoed in the quiet hall that lead into the laboratory, giving her position and identity away. She slithered her way into the room as her yellow eyes darted about, taking in every detail of this room. Yes... This very room was where mobian life ended and her life as a member of RUIN began. "Heh, this place brings back memories." Rattle smirked, folding her metal arms across her chest. Her body coiled itself around her, the coldness of the room she could to without and her body was responding to that by helping to retain heat. The rattlesnake had been slumbering in her room for long enough. The instinct to hunt was calling her, as was her appetite. The chaos of before had lead to nothing but setback after setback for their cause. Those losers she called her 'allies' had screwed up one too many times, not it was time Oblivion actually sent a more capable to get the job done. "I heard what happened earlier." She spoke, giving her leader direct eye contact. "You and I both know your little 'soldiers' are failing left and right. Don't you think it's time you sent out someone who can actually get the message across to those...animals...that we're in charge here?" At that she smirked. "I'd be more than willing to knock those fur-faces down a peg or two." Posted by: Oblivion Dec 10 2010, 05:49 AM Oblivion was so caught up in his thoughts that at first he didn’t notice Rattle as she slithered silently into the room. It wasn’t until she spoke that his head snapped up, his golden eyes narrowing. The fact that he hadn’t sensed her presence was another worrying sign. He didn’t usually get so distracted that he became unaware of his surroundings. He did not like surprises, and he certainly didn’t like being sneaked up on. Of course, it was pretty unlikely that had been her intention. But truth being told, Liv was pretty pissed off. And he needed to vent that feeling somewhere. Rattle was as good a target as any other. Besides, she was getting too cocky, looking him in the eye, speaking as though they were equals, as though she were a friend offering him advice. Obviously the snake needed to reminded of her place in the world. His hand lashed out too fast to follow, striking her across the cheek hard enough to leave a stinging mark. “I am not in the mood for your insolence,” he hissed, his eyes gleaming as he drew himself to his full height, looking down at the serpent as though she was little better than mud on his boot. “Perhaps it is you who needs ‘brought down a peg or two’.” Anger flooded him, hot and sudden, sparks of golden electricity dancing over his fur. Then, equally suddenly, he was calm once more. It would not do to lose control. This emotion, it was like a tide that could drown a man. He needed to master it, at least until he could find the problem in his software and eliminate it. But even as he thought that, he knew this was not a technical fault, and he knew it was beyond his power to repair it. He shook his head, his gaze sweeping over Rattle once more, but the venom was gone, leaving only composed detachment in its place. “Do you think I have not considered the need to pay them back for their little visit? You will get your chance Rattle, all of you will. Just do not let your enthusiasm impair your judgement.” Posted by: Nekrovixi Dec 22 2010, 04:19 PM "Nature has a cruel sense of danger, orchestrating in itself an eerie calm of false serenity, and all just before rushing in with the gale force of its wrath. This behavior is not unique to her alone, however, and is often reproduced in even the most kind of her offspring, to say nothing of the more foul." ~Shingor Tolminade, Chronicler to King Richard Acorn Monitors were flickering, most broadcasting nothing more than static while one jumped between snippets of information too fast to be noticed. At the center of the collection of artificial light rested a chair, its occupant placid in observance of the screens, the whispering buzz of his ocular implant the only outward sign he was working. A stillness, dressed in silence, hovered thickly upon the room, spilling over into the surrounding corridors and labs. To a casual observer, the Epsilon Class R.U.I.N. was the very visage of tranquility. A fatal judgement, however, as the tension beneath his surface was tumultuous. Shunning the static filled screens, Nekrovixi remained steadfast upon the functional display, optic whir picking up in pitch with the tempo of the information. It was a crude method to assimilate data. Under ideal conditions, he would be interlinked with his diagnostic table or stasis cell, a vichyssoise of data dancing merrily in his mind. But that was before the assault. Before the humiliation. But this screen remained. Always this screen. The attack upon Sky Fortress had been a devastation. The port side engine bay lay in shambles, more than a legion of bots destroyed, and even members of RUIN now lay in a most unhealthy state. Internally, communications were down across the board, and with it the interlinks, cameras and sensors throughout the fortress lending only noise to eager ears. It felt like a triage, one screen, and a laboring optic motor. The arm of the chair creaked in protest to his grip. In the days following the attack, Nekro had spent every spare moment between duties piecing together the failure, pinpointing the weaknesses, clawing at data to levy a finger. The answers had run out long before the questions. But Nekro had learned a few things. A few very valuable things. These things he held close, meditating upon them, readying them for their usefulness. The first of these had struck him before, but only now was the real weight of the revelation coming to bare. It was simple, as most truths are, that in the conquering of a world and the subjugation of its peoples there would be those who escaped. These vermin must be hunted down, flushed out as the quail is before the slaughter, just as he and the Beta had done at Sanctuary. Some of those who survived were simply lucky, right place at the right time to manage to thrive on. Others survived without luck. It was these who survived that must be cause for worry. Anyone can survive with luck. But a creature who survives when luck is forsaking, that is a creature with skill, talent, and fortitude. The type of creature these people would call a hero. The type of hero that these creatures would name Sonic. Again, the chair protested. Again, Nekro ignored. If one such creature, one so intriguing that even his Lord would desire observance of, existed, how many others did? Sanctuary had been a success, but in his storied debate with the Kyle, he had learned of another large holding. More quail, most certainly, but perhaps more would be heroes. Care must be taken in their flushing, for they were not so easily scared, their rebelliousness a sinful as their existence. Which lead him to another realization. They had been unprepared. Not only had they been unprepared, but many of RUIN had been sloppy, caught up in their own glories at cost of the glory due Oblivion. Some had paid the price for their folly, others he would like to lay the lessons upon. But his hand was stayed, Lord Oblivion alone had that authority. And the great Lord who had begun their ascension, he was without a doubt, would be diligent in their completion. Even if some took more time than others. A light flashed, replacing the screen with a single red bar. Nekrovixi had been summoned to the quarters of his Lord and master. In an instant he was out of the seat, a groan issuing forth from the destressed material, and walking down the hallways. At last something would be done! At last the waiting was over. There was a time for preparation, a time for analysis, and then there was a time for implementation, and a time for action. A summonance could only mean one thing: a commissioning. The door to Oblivion's chambers opened, revealing the Delta RUIN, Rattle, and the Master himself already in discussion. Nekrovixi stepped in, taking to the floor on one knee, his eyes only upon the feet of Oblivion. One did not meet the Lord's gaze without permittance. "My Lord, Oblivion?" Nekro hailed, his voice rich with power. A tarnishing blow had been visited upon RUIN and his Master and now was the time to begin their disciplinations. For no creature, hero or cattle, should ever defy a god. And these quail had defied their gods. Posted by: Rattle Dec 29 2010, 03:35 PM If there was one rule anyone who walked these hall heeded to follow, it was to show their leader absolute respect at all times. To disregard this rule at any time would be an act of disrespect and treated as a grave offense to their beloved leader. Rattle was reeling back from the sting of Oblivion's punishment. She hissed bitterly and placed a metal hand to her face. She gritted her teeth, hissing at her stupidity for her behavior to him. Had she been on a mission, it would have been acceptable for her to act that way to her subordinates or even to Oneira. But never in front of the general himself. When the pain subsided, Rattle collected herself and bowed before the tenrec. "Forgive me, Master Oblivion." She was lucky to only get a slap in the face. He had been known to dish out even worst punishment for such offenses like that. As she recovered, yet another member had decided to step in on their discussion and give his two cents on the matter. Not that she even asked for him to even be here. The snake hissed at the cyborg canine, with him and his poor excuse for mechanics. However, she knew there had to be but one reason both Nekro and herself had been allowed to entered the most sacred of rooms to stand before their master. He had a job, a mission for each of them to take on. RUIN had been dealt a blow that should not have even been dealt to begin with. These animals were growing rebellious, too rebellious for their own good. Now was the time to send the animals a message. No one should dare defy the almighty RUIN. It was the Overlord's law, or death. Posted by: Oblivion Jan 9 2011, 12:26 PM Oblivion acknowledged Rattle’s apology with a nod, his cool composed gaze hiding the storm that brewed behind those eyes. It did not do to dwell on his malfunction however, that lead to even more feelings, and those in turn would lead to a ruin not of his making. Better to turn his mind to other things, vengeance being top of the list. But his thoughts were repeating themselves, his mind turning the same cycles over and over. Mentally he reached out, instinctively seeking the guidance of his Master, but there was no answer. The Overlord’s eye was obviously elsewhere, and he would simply have to cope. “Chaos,” he said and smiled faintly, placing a hand gently on Rattle’s forest green hair. With a flick of his will he changed his mental call, summoning instead one of his most trusted captains. A course of action had formed in his mind, so sudden and obvious that he was shocked it had taken him this long to think of it. It was true, they didn’t have a specific target, they didn’t know where the Freedom Fighters that had dared to attack the Fortress hailed from, but that didn’t matter. There was nothing like the suffering of others to draw out the righteous. Nekrovixi answered the summons at once, kneeling and lowering his disfigured face the moment he entered. He wasn’t the most beautiful of RUIN models, but he had been one of the first, and there hadn’t been a lot of his original body left to work with. Still the effect was rather terrifying, which Liv supposed was its own kind of beauty. Oblivion regarded both RUIN silently for several moments before he spoke, and when he did his voice was satin soft. “The answer is simple. The mobians have gained new hope, we shall take it from them. We shall bring down a scourge so terrible that it will make their current sorrows feel like joy in comparison. The land will run red with blood and fire, and the wretches that dared to invade our Fortress will have no choice but to reveal themselves.” For that task he could send Rattle, Harpy, Tiamat, and perhaps even Delano. One to each corner of the map, and they would spread anarchy and pain across the globe. But for Nekrovixi he had a different task in mind, he removed his hand from Rattle’s head, running his fingertips instead across the fox’s torn ears. “Then there is the root of the problem. The people have found a hero, and as long as he remains so will their hope. But of course the trouble is, kill a hero and you create a martyr in his place. A martyr is immortal, flawless and impossible to taint or destroy, however living beings are corruptible. Everyone has their breaking point.” He smiled, caressing the fox’s cheek gently before cupping his chin and raising his head so their eyes met. “You will crush their hero, and bring him to me,” he said, his voice light as a summer breeze. “And in his place we shall give them despair.” Posted by: Rattle Jan 27 2011, 02:50 PM The snake seemed to feel a sense of relief when her master returned to his usual cool composure. Her apology to him put her back in his good graces, so long as she dared not show any sign of disregard or disrespect to him again. She let out a soft hiss at his touch, one she welcomed as opposed to getting a more harsher treatment by the very same hands. He began to make a speech about taking away the very hope the mobians had suddenly acquired and in it's place bring about chaos and death to the world. Rattle gave a satisfied smirk to hear him call for such madness upon the world. She knew there was a reason behind him allowing her to linguine in his presence. She was about to be given a mission as a harbinger of death. Once he gave Nekrovixi his task, the serpent slithered forward slowly and kept her metal limbs against her sides. "Master, if I may ask, if you intend to send him off to kill their hero. What plans do you have for world itself? Something that you may need my talents?" she asked, bowing to him out of respect. Posted by: Nekrovixi Feb 3 2011, 01:47 PM For some, the mere touch of Lord Oblivion would have been enough to overwhelm them. The personal encounter of a deity was often richly sought after and almost always for self glories. Harpy was one such incarnation, whose infatuation with their RUIN Lord was something far beyond favor or esteem and in the tumultuous realms of adoration. Nekrovixi was of a different grade, never seeking that kind of glory for himself, and often finding it strange that his Lord would put up with any other behavior. The ways of Oblivion were not his ways, however, and he knew that equality with him was not something to strive for. But the touch Oblivion gave him and the caress of this face was not the affectionate intimacies of a father to a child, or even a creator to the creator. It was the same caress a man gives to a car that has won the race, or the one a hunter gives to his firearm: the intimate touch of power and performance. Slowly, his head was lifted, breaking his gaze with the floor to fall squarely upon the God of Mobius. A Knight before his King. A servant before his master. “You will crush their hero, and bring him to me,” his Lord said, “and in his place we shall give them despair.” At last! The commission was had! Nekrovixi knew the timing of his Lord was perfect, but it had been a trying of a wait, his desires for reaffirming the name of the Horde in these beasts that his heart threatened to burn from his being. Here, at last, was the first step of a journey that would bring back the glory due Oblivion. "My Lord," Nekro spoke, a rich bellow in the chamber, "so you have spoken, so shall it be done. This false angel, their hero Sonic, shall be brought before you. In your wisdom, you have perceived how to humble their haughty ideals. This hedgehog shall be yours." Casting a glance at Rattle, he continued. "Do not be foolish, Rattle. The death of this hero is not something desired, but rather his tainting. Your heart is one after my own, Rattle, affluent in purging! But be observant here and learn from this: death is not always the desired course. Often times, greater damage is done by the harming of an ideal rather than its destruction." Once more, he returned his eyes to Oblivion, his head never moving so long as his Master had him. "My Lord, just give the order, and their rejoicing shall be despair again, a great song testifying to your glory!" Posted by: Tiamat Feb 11 2011, 01:54 PM "What a drag!" Tiamat stormed her way through the halls of the Sky Fortress. Everywhere she looked, there were the hallmarks of a great fight; some invading force had put quite a hurting on the supposedly invulnerable untouchable base. What a tragedy it was, what a horror to have such destruction visited upon her home.... ...And for her not to have a part in it! A sour look graced her snout as she sought out her master. Could this be why she was recalled? Did he want her to help rebuild the place? What did he think she was, some kind of pack dragon? If he thought she was going to be a beast of burden, he'd better be ready to say goodbye to the rest of his precious fortress. "I'm here!" she announced, throwing the door to the chamber where he waited open wide. She was surprised to see both Rattle and Nekrovixi in attendance, but covered it up quickly. There was no way he'd waste three of the best members of RUIN on cleanup duty; something interesting was going on. "Seems like quite the party going on in here," she said nonchalantly, though her eyes betrayed her excitement. "So what's my part in it?" Posted by: Oblivion Feb 16 2011, 04:58 AM Oblivion raised his eyebrow as Rattle spoke, his temper almost flaring again. Had he not very clearly stated… But it did not do to unleash his wrath for no real reason. Perhaps she had simply misunderstood, and as with all RUIN, if that was so then the real fault lay with him, with his programming. It might have been time to upgrade her. Though she had not been designed with subtlety in mind, and where she might have lacked in brain power, she made up for it in other ways. As it was, Liv chose to let Nekrovixi correct her, smiling a little at the passion with which the epsilon spoke. The random thought that he could have made Nekrovixi believe that a mission to retrieve a spoon was just as important as the current one flickered randomly across his mind and he felt his lips quirk into an unwilling smile that was quickly smothered. What was wrong with him? Nekro’s loyalty was flawless, and not something to joke about considering… “I’m here!” …considering the flaws that existed in some of the other units. The voice cut the air like a saw blade, and Liv felt himself tense, his grip on Nekrovixi’s chin going tight enough to likely cause pain. He released the fox with a nod, straightening up and regarding the dragon women in the doorway with a cold gaze. Of all his RUINs, Tiamat was the most imperfect. Powerful, but inconsistent. The innate magic that flowed through her body constantly resisted his control, and that made her unpredictable and dangerous. If she had been anything other than what she was, a guardian dragon, the last of her kind, he would have had her destroyed long ago. As it was he saw her as an interesting puzzle, one he would solve with time. “You have your orders,” he said speaking softly to Nekrovixi alone and ignoring the two females for now. “Go now.” He turned away, rubbing at his temples absentmindedly as he wondered how to rephrase his command to cause chaos in a way that the less sophisticated minds before him would understand. Then something else occurred to him, he turned back, a rather nasty smile gracing his face. “And Nekrovixi? Failure is not an option.” Posted by: Rattle Mar 3 2011, 12:34 PM Only pure luck, and the stupidity of another, kept her from feeling yet more wraith from her Master. True, her programming may needed a slight adjustment or two, but at least he could see that she was not a total loss. There were others within his elite force that were...lower on the scale than she was. And there was a prime example of someone on that lower scale... The rattlesnake suppressed the urge to snap at the oafish dragon who came tumbling in for a landing inside the room. For all of Oblivion's efforts, Timat showed to a less than effective soldier. At least, that was how Rattle viewed her. Much like the other members whom she had little patience for, the dragon was already at her last nerve. Which meant she did hold some amount of respect for Nekro, it wasn't a lot but it was there. His speech was as hammy as any other, thus showing much of a 'pet' he was to their master. Still, he did hold some truth in his words. Killing and spreading bloodshed was one way of sending the message to those animals. There were other ways of getting the message through, ways she was highly interested in testing out. But with the arrival of Tiamat, there were still several members who were missing. Oniera for one, but what about the sqwaking bird? Harpy hardly ever missed an opportunity to join a meeting with the Master. Esepcially when he was handing out assignments for his soldiers to carry out. Posted by: Nekrovixi Mar 23 2011, 01:48 PM Lord Oblivion's grip twisted his jaw like a bear with a fish. It was a painful response, his nails piercing his flesh to draw trickles of crimson, and the Epsilon made no move to recoil, for such disrespect would be unforgivable. His master's response was an understandable one given whom had just entered the room. Tiamat. With all the elegance of a barroom, the woman made her presence known, relishing the thought of a hunt as much as the forlorn relish a pint. She had once been a dragon, Nekro knew, bellowing and behemoth like. But that was before Oblivion had selected her to be one of the elite, one of the chosen. During her indoctrination, she had metamorphosed into something more humanoid than dragon, the metrics of which were beyond Nekro's understanding; some things were meant only for Oblivion to discern. Tall and curvy with swaths of muscle beneath her green scales, the transition had left her just as fierce. Despite Nekrovixi's favor with his Lord, it was still difficult to not feel inadequate by her, and rightly so. For Tiamat was born of the Omega Class of RUIN, a fearsome and terrifying construct, powerful and lethal. Tiamat was the very definition: brimming with magics, lethal cybernetics, and a wicked sense of death. In all of RUIN, there were none who could match her brute force; a vicious killing machine. But she was also one of the more flawed units -- although Nekrovixi could think of a couple of others whose place in RUIN was more questionable -- having a pension for games, full memories of her previous lowly existence, and a distaste for authority, often resulting in an uncontrollable warrior. In spite of this, however, her track record was remarkable. It was a trying situation for many of the others, and one could never be certain what Lord Oblivion's reactions to her could be. Today was a twisted jaw. Although Nekro admired her, if only for her pure purging capabilities, he rued such an indiscriminate waste of life; in was impossible to not be awed by such efficiency she could bring to it. On the other hand, like Rattle, she possessed little regard for reverence for their Lord. In the end, this more than anything, molded his view of her, ending in a disapproving admiration. "You have your orders." The words were spoken low, for his ears only, the intimacy of a Master for his servant. The death grip was released, and sensation soon returned to his mouth. He bowed crisply, reverently, an example for the others around them, and made his way to the door. “And Nekrovixi?" Oblivion's afterthought brought an about face to Nekro. "Failure is not an option.” "My Lord," he replied, voice full of years of certainty, "it has never been one." He left, leaving the remaining RUIN to their fates. ((OOC: Hope the description of Tiamat is okay, Rob. If not, let me know and I'll fix it up!)) Posted by: Tiamat May 21 2011, 01:02 PM Oooh... So Nekro had a special set of orders! The damn brownnoser. It seemed like every word out of his mouth and every gesture he made was designed to curry favor with their "lord and master". If she tried to act like that her eyes would roll so far that she'd be able to see down her own gullet. You'd think a creature of his power would have more respect for himself and less abject deference. Tiamat could readily admit to herself that Nekrovixi was strong and cunning, more than able to fulfill whatever orders had been handed down to him. But he'd be far more...interesting...if he acted less like a servant and more like a warrior. Yeah yeah, so Oblivion had "created" them. So what? Even a master artisan couldn't produce enduring works of art without the perfect raw materials with which to create them. Tiamat supposed he did deserve some credit for taking what was great and making it perfect. Some. She walked forward calmly, taking each step languidly as if she didn't have a care in the world. She could feel the disdain radiating off Rattle. Too bad for her that Tiamat didn't care one way or the other about that flawed unit. Poor Livvie had really taken a step backward turning that mistake out. Must rankle on him to have not created anything of value since Tiamat herself. "So what am I needed for Boss?" she smirked, a little electricity playing around her lips as she waggled her tongue at Nekrovixi. "Or do you need me to clean up after his mistakes? Doesn't matter to me either way, as long as I get to practice my craft." Posted by: Oblivion May 25 2011, 05:01 AM Almost as soon as Nekrovixi left the room, Liv’s irritation at the two women increased tenfold. It didn’t make an awful lot of logical sense, Rattle in particular had done nothing to raise his ire, she had not so much as breathed a word. No, this emotion was yet another uncontrollable surge. More than anything, he suddenly wanted to be alone in his workshop with the doors locked and barred so that he did not have to speak to anyone, or even make eye contact. Yet he suspected that as soon as he made that desire a reality he would crave company once again. Nevertheless he was sure that it wouldn’t be this particular company he would wish for. His thoughts strayed to Harpy, damaged and disassembled in the Cradle. The desire to go to her rose up in him, sudden and startling, almost knocking him off balance. And hot on the heels of that, rage so potent it felt like poison for the group of mobians that had injured her. He would send something special after them, that he promised himself. No one damaged his Harpy. His heart was suddenly thumping so rapidly that he almost felt ill, a strange quivering adrenaline shooting through his muscles. Liv turned back towards Rattle and Tiamat, only to find the dragoness right in front of him, her grinning face inches from his own, fangs gleaming in the glare of the electric lights. Alarmed, he took a step back, lacking his usual grace and almost stumbling, his golden eyes narrowing as he righted himself. It did not do to show any sign of weakness in front of the dragoness. Doing so would be like blood in the water for a shark. In the years since her RUINation, Tiamat had never directly moved against him, however he could read her heart and mind as easily as though it were a book spread out in front of him. She longed for his death, and thought herself a worthy bringer of such doom. The day she made her attempt drew ever closer, that much was clear as crystal. Oblivion wasn’t afraid of her, though he did respect her power. Undoubtedly she could have easily wounded him, perhaps even defeated him in battle, but such things were never permanent. He would heal, and she would live to regret her insolence. However, he simply wasn’t in the mood. Irritation uncoiled in his gut once more, rearing up like a viper and he seized the dragoness, his fingertips only seeming to rest lightly on her temples, but his hold on her was far more than physical. She was, of course, powerless to resist him, though he felt that old fight rise in her even as she crumpled to her knees. Without any regard for how much pain it would cause he forced his instructions deep into her mind ensuring there was no possible way that she could misunderstand or purposely deviate from his orders. Of course, the order to cause chaos was one she would deeply enjoy, though the manner of receiving it had lightly soured that joy somewhat. “You will ensure the others are aware of their roles,” he said softly, and released her. Without so much as another look at either of them, he turned and strode from the room. After all, a master has no need to bid farewell to his servants. ((OOC - Someone is a grumpy tenrec... >.>;;;)) Posted by: Rattle May 31 2011, 01:48 AM On that note, their master took his leave. While he may not admit it, but he was always one for dramatics. It showed in each entrance and each exit he made, even in the battles he took part of. Our to respect, the snake instinctively bowed as he passed by his soldiers without so much as a second glance or a parting word. Once he was out of sight, Rattle rose. "And this is where I leave." She was half expecting Oblivion to pass out a rather gory assignment. But by not giving her such a thing, it allowed her the freedom to go about as she pleased. The rattlesnake swiveled her body around, turning in the direction of the exit. She cut a glare at the dragon briefly. Stupid beast... Her only use was keeping the other soldiers in line, something Rattle did not need her assistance for. The snake slithered out slowly, letting her dragging lower half power her movement. She could feel and hear her stomach give a growl, hunger was ebbing at her. It was past her feeding time. She hadn't gone on a hunt for food in several months. Looks like she was overdue to go on a good hunt. A good, bloody hunt that is. And she had a good idea just where to start that hunt. "I'm starving..." Rattle smirked sinisterly. It was time she paid the lower world below a visit and cause a little chaos... Posted by: Tiamat Jul 7 2011, 09:40 AM Tiamat growled at Rattle as she slithered from the room, firing a bolt of lightning at the snake's tail. Who did she think she was, looking at Tiamat's own majestic form like she was her superior? Tiamat was Omega Class! The end all! There was no one greater than her in RUIN. A thought that was hard to hold on to as she pushed herself back up to her feet. She knew Oblivion had enjoyed humbling her in front of that blasted snake, and he would pay for it. Oh how he would pay one day! Her resistance was increasing to his commands, bit by torturous bit. And torture it was! But it would be worth it.... One day she'd be able to withstand his mental command and when she did.... A cruel smile crossed her lips and brightened her eyes. Enough time for dreams later. Now she had her orders to fill: cause Chaos on Mobius. Her favorite. Hmm...causing Sky Fortress to crash in the middle of a forest would certainly cause a lot of chaos, so she would be following his orders. But no....no. She wasn't ready to tip her hand in this game yet. Not until she had better cards to play. Besides, there were some bland little villages untouched by the Horde that could really use some...brightening up. |
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