Who: Cole, Astronema
What: Astronema is experiencing a very long version of most of this. Unnaturally long, but she has failing cybernetic parts drilled into her, so. Toss that in with layers and layers of conflicting brainwashing, and we have a very befuddled Astronema. Cole does what Cole does... he helps.
Where: Genessia City
Warnings: (mild) surgical gore
[ OOC: current appearance is from the end of PRiS. ]
Search, said her instincts. For what? Astronema didn't know. Search, was all she knew, through the garbled static of her mind. And so she did, swaying slightly as she walked, the Wrath Staff lowered at her side. Sometimes, she reached out with her free hand toward something only she could see, her dark green eyes wide and unfocused. Wondering. Gloved fingers would flex, searching, and then her hand lowered again, each time.
Blood marked her path. Just a drip here, a drip there. Drip, drip, drip. Not enough to be dangerous, just a thin rivulet streaming down the side of her face from one of the places the defunct implant had been forcibly drilled into her skull. The cybernetics were half-crumbled, frayed and fried, with the occasional arc of purple energy leaping from wire to wire in a dangerous crackle. Now and then, the same thing happened across her shoulders; down her arms; across her torso. Everywhere the failing cybernetics had been installed.
The Queen of Darkness didn't seem very aware of her surroundings, and occasionally she simply collapsed mid-step like a puppet with its strings cut. Down she'd stay, for anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes, before lurching back to her feet with a crackle of power and a smear of blood left on the ground.
Search.
In one town, Astronema crossed the street in front of a speeding car. She had the reflexes to jump out of the way, swaying for a moment before continuing onward. In another town, this one dark in more ways than one, something leaped out at her, lunging for her throat. The Queen barely spared it a glance, white-hot purple lightning searing it to ash at her feet.
Destroy? Search.
What: Astronema is experiencing a very long version of most of this. Unnaturally long, but she has failing cybernetic parts drilled into her, so. Toss that in with layers and layers of conflicting brainwashing, and we have a very befuddled Astronema. Cole does what Cole does... he helps.
Where: Genessia City
Warnings: (mild) surgical gore
[ OOC: current appearance is from the end of PRiS. ]
Search, said her instincts. For what? Astronema didn't know. Search, was all she knew, through the garbled static of her mind. And so she did, swaying slightly as she walked, the Wrath Staff lowered at her side. Sometimes, she reached out with her free hand toward something only she could see, her dark green eyes wide and unfocused. Wondering. Gloved fingers would flex, searching, and then her hand lowered again, each time.
Blood marked her path. Just a drip here, a drip there. Drip, drip, drip. Not enough to be dangerous, just a thin rivulet streaming down the side of her face from one of the places the defunct implant had been forcibly drilled into her skull. The cybernetics were half-crumbled, frayed and fried, with the occasional arc of purple energy leaping from wire to wire in a dangerous crackle. Now and then, the same thing happened across her shoulders; down her arms; across her torso. Everywhere the failing cybernetics had been installed.
The Queen of Darkness didn't seem very aware of her surroundings, and occasionally she simply collapsed mid-step like a puppet with its strings cut. Down she'd stay, for anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes, before lurching back to her feet with a crackle of power and a smear of blood left on the ground.
Search.
In one town, Astronema crossed the street in front of a speeding car. She had the reflexes to jump out of the way, swaying for a moment before continuing onward. In another town, this one dark in more ways than one, something leaped out at her, lunging for her throat. The Queen barely spared it a glance, white-hot purple lightning searing it to ash at her feet.
Destroy? Search.
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