The Immortal Prison, 17th Low Security Ward
Cynthia continues walking as Seth spoke, examining the rifle she was given before in detail. Trying to remember how it worked fully before she actually had to fire it. Firearms were not Cynthia's thing, but right now being careless with magic may not be the best.
She looked to Sjan as she left her daze. "What about yourself, plan to do anything in particular when we escape?" She says calming but with a bit of a curious spark. "You did ask us so it is only fair..."
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."Sjan nodded sympathetically to Magnus' search for Mireille, she could tell that he loved her deeply not only from his words. Perhaps, if she could find an image of this woman or something strongly connected the seer could help this centaur. Well, maybe. The prison made sure looking too deeply into its winding, pulsing form took a toll on Sjan's senses and even if she knew what this woman looked like, making good on any promises wasn't a guarantee.
Cynthia was an interesting case, the seer suspected she knew a little more of her true nature than she did - or at least had more capacity to see into her past, had she the inclination. To drink of mortal memories was not necessarily any less dangerous than more popularized forms of vampirism. Seth was far more definite in his fantasies and she couldn't blame him for wanting to see his family first. Sjan missed her family dearly though they were told she was dead after a 'fatal episode' as the Servants were clearly intended to keep her on a long term basis. It seemed that had now become a general policy.
"Hey, if your voice is too, uh... abrasive there's still whole genres open to you. Noise, Harsh Noise, Teenie Booper Pop..." She grinned to Seth, regretting the inability to wink. Blinking in generally was a highly underrated experience, "Straight away, well... First and foremost I am going to find the nearest pub and get incredibly drunk." She laughed, "I'd like to tell my folks and brother I'm not dead or crazy - not anymore, at least. Finish my arts degree, get back to sketching comics..." She said, expression becoming a little sadder as she continued, culminating in a sigh, "But somehow they'd accept a blind Hellraiser-wannabe." She pointed out with a shrug, wavering over her scars, "Maybe I can try selling art in Europe...?"
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”The Immortal Prison, 17th Low Security Ward
Magnus fell silent for a short while, he didn't know if the others realized that all that would probably be impossible. After all they were escaping from a high security prison, no matter how he thought about it, even if they could manage to escape, the chances that the Servants of Humanity would just leave them be after that were close to zero. But there was no point in undermining the morale. He guessed it would be best to remain silent about this issue for now. He sighed. "Brooding over something again, my love?" Suddenly he heard an all to familiar voice. Quickly looking back over his shoulder he could see Mireille's hologram sitting on top off his horse-back, riding side-saddle, the same gentle smile on her face that she always had. "I... yes, I guess." "Aww, you always worry so much... but I like that side of you, and I trust in you." Magnus sighed again, what she said made him feel a little better, but the underlying issue remained. "Thanks Mireille" The hologram gave a gentle smile as it faded away again.
edited 16th Dec '15 2:18:56 PM by Sergey_Smirnov
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"The Immortal Prison, 17th Low Security Ward
Cynthia looked to bot Sjan and Magnus as they seemed to think to themselves. She didn't want to interrupt them at all. It would be rude to do so and it allowed her a brief moment to look at her locket. Smiling to herself and letting herself phase out slightly as she thought about the past. What she could remember at-least, the time she spent.
Almost drowned in memories she was, remembering the world before frowning and remembering how much she had lost. Knowing that she could never remember most of what she has seen, even this moment will fade at some point...
This suddenly interrupted as Cynthia felt the unusual and unnerving feeling from nearby again. The underlying feeling she was still unsure if it was real or not. It was hard to tell exactly what is was, Cynthia didn't exactly want to know. Though she decided to continue walking up ahead. She gestured a hand to any not too spaced out to follow, she was hopping she would either be able to avoid or soon discover the cause. Preferably the first but she knew standing around was a bad idea and she could sense the powerful magic of the nexus in that direction.
edited 21st Dec '15 1:21:01 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began.""Please," said Seth in a gently mocking tone. "If I switched to pop music, I'd 'accidentally' scream at the Grammys and then blame the equipment for exploding." Then he noticed Cynthia acting a bit strange, and his mood turned more serious. "You okay?"
Just pretend I wrote something witty here, okay?The creature, still submerged in nanomachine goop and dust as the light faded, began staggering around and slowly away from the group.
"No you fucking don't."
Alby weakly groaned from the shadows. He crawled forwards and let the chain move across the floor, the metal links multiplying and snaking forwards until they clutched round one of the strange beast's limbs. It carried on moving but the extra weight slowed it down and the metallic clunking made its position fairly obvious.
The Immortal Prison, 17th Low Security Ward
Magnus looked around, while he didn't feel anything he noticeed that Cynthia had noticed something... strange. No, I must not let myself distracted He shook his head under the armor. He looked at Cynthia "Do you feel something here? Something of note?"
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"The Immortal Prison, 17th Low Security Ward
Cynthia turns and looks at Magus with a small frown. "I-I am not sure I am afraid. I can feel something but it is hard to describe. It feels wrong..." She recoils a little thinking about it. "We should be on our guard but move with haste. The nexus is this way." She says pointing towards whatever path she feels it is based on the magic.
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."The Immortal Prison, 17th Low Security Ward
Magnus looked in the direction Cynthia pointed, he nodded from under his armor (meaning that this gesture was probably noticed by no one, probably making it entirely pointless) "So it shall be, then caution is what we will exercise. I am sorry, I was distracted." He got his weapon up again and started walking in that direction. "But I do have to humbly ask of you to tell when you feel something that we should know."
edited 1st Jan '16 11:18:38 PM by Sergey_Smirnov
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"The creature let out a continual screech as Rowan's fire arrows hit it, although they were slowed by the nanomachine goop. Now inflamed, the creature started spewing more and more of the dust, shedding chunks of its body matter onto the walls and the bolts of light radiating out of it much faster. JANOS might be able to recover their own matter but the three of them would be forced back by the corrosive dust.
Alby yanked the chain backwards, trying to stop the creature, but the part of the limb it was holding onto broke off and it started crawling away again.
"Oh for fuck's sake."
As the creature got smaller its magical signature got weaker but the dust got more corrosive; as it built up, the shed skin started eating through brick and mortar, cracks forming down the corridor.
JANOS's eyes continued to stare at the corrosive dust creature as it began fleeing. It's spidermorph skittered over to what remnants of its separated mass hadn't been ruined by the corrosive dust and absorbed the nanites in question.
"Hostile Entity is fleeing. Pursuit carries high risk of further signficant mass loss. As such unwilling to pursue."
The nanite swarm descended from the walls, still watching the creature flee in case it tried to double back.
Click Click Boom BoomWell, shit.
Rowan didn't pursue, considering he didn't want to get more injured by the creature's dust. As an afterthought, he mutters something and makes a shooting gesture at it. A small ember flies out of his fingers. If it hits, the creature will be marked by a low level tracking spell.
Low level as in, he won't be able to know it's exact location, but will know when it's nearby or approaching.
we will survive.The tracer spell hit but as a big enough crack opened the creature slipped through, the dust forming a strange plug of flesh and stone on top of it. The bricks around it were clearly loosened but by the point when the dust subsided the creature had escaped below, now tunneling away, so pursuit was possible but would require breaking up the floor.
"Fuck that thing."
Alby groaned as he pulled himself up and the darkness receded, light returning to the rest of the corridor but his own form still concealed. As it left, the mental effects of the creature's radiation wore off and JANOS' nanites would return to normal. Alby's chain receded, dust falling off it as links disappeared and it shrunk back into his hand.
"So... Anyone know the way out? If we get to the Servants' Hub there should be a portal, or we could find wherever they broke in."
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Magnus walked slowly, watching each step carefully, he didn't know what the Servants had in store for them, and if it all went according to plan, he would never have to find out... then again there was a distinct lack of things that went according to plan this day. Since Magnus couldn't feel magic he couldn't sense what Cynthia or Sjan feeled.
edited 13th Jan '16 12:59:22 PM by Sergey_Smirnov
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"The Immortal Prison, 17th Low Security Ward
Cynthia kept walking with her grace along side Magnus and Sjan. She was nervous due to all of this however she wanted to get her mind off the feeling, so maybe she could start some small talk but she wasn't used to this situation. As she tried to think of something to says he just started to to hum unconsciously, a very old folk song she remembered hearing in a small European town, decades if not centuries earlier.
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began.""The containment vessel I was stored in for transport did not allow me visual data of the path towards my cell. I have auditory files of the transport but creating an echolocation mapping of it is not within my programming."
JANOS shifted into a blank humanoid shape once more. It's head still dotted with spider eyes giving it a 360 degree field of vision as he rejoined the duo.
Click Click Boom BoomThe Immortal Prison, 17th Low Security Ward
As Magnus walked further he looked at his back (not an easy feat when you're clad in plate armor), some golem cores were still there, though those were mostly as a reserve, still it was reassuring to see them. He long had forgotten all hope that things would work out as planned, then again... maybe that was good. The only thing he cared about anyway was finding and rescuing Mireille, he made it pretty clear that he only joined the Cult of Eldon to be able to accomplish said goal, and that he would likely leave the Cult after doing so. "You will find me" Mireille's hologram sat on his horseback again "Though first you have to get to the Servant Nexus."
edited 15th Jan '16 12:55:59 AM by Sergey_Smirnov
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"Alby shrugged as Rowan mentioned a magic signature.
"I don't know if it's deeply magic on its own but there'd be a concentration of magic stuff there. Look for lots of signatures in one place I suppose."
Alby looked around, trying to remember which direction he had been taking down the corridor before. In the battle he'd got pretty disoriented, the dust and mystic radiation messing his sense of direction up despite his ability to see through the darkness he'd inadvertently created.
"I do know we're deep within this place. The Nexus is some way away and there's likely more nightmares lurking around so we can't just wander blindly."
The Immortal Prison, 17th Low Security Ward
As Magnus walked around the next corner he heard cries and shouts. He held his arm up in the air "Wait, I think there's trouble." He looked back at the hologram "Please, forgive me, but I think that I won't be able to talk to you for a bit." "Aww, don't worry my love, I'll be away for a bit then." With that the hologram faded away. He looked to the rest of the group "Lets proceed with caution."
edited 20th Jan '16 9:37:45 AM by Sergey_Smirnov
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"The Immortal Prison, 17th Low Security Ward
Cynthia stopped her elegant gate as this was said. Looking at Magnus with a amused smile but nodding. "Lets try and not get into a fight this time." She says with a joking smile, remembering getting knocked back before.
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."

"Oh, I know what I'm doing when I get out," said Seth. "I'm going back to Vegas and letting my family and the rest of my band know that I'm alive. I mean, I don't know if the band will still be together after what happened last night, but...a guy can hope, right? After that...probably lay low and learn how to better control my screams, make sure that when people say I'm yelling like a banshee, they don't mean it literally. If I can't do that, I'll just have to stick to guitar. But I know for a fact that I'm not done with music yet."
Just pretend I wrote something witty here, okay?