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- <Elea>
- She is a wise Xoran and is short for her race, with a stocky, broad-hipped build. She is covered
- head to toe in glossy, greenish-blue scales which fade to a paler teal under her chin and down her
- front. Folded back along her head are a series of crests, spindly bones stretching thin bluish
- membranes between them. Narrow, dark brown eyes look out from a round face with a short snout, and
- small, lighter hued scales litter her cheeks like freckles. Her claws are short but well cared for,
- and her tail is slender and tapering, easily as long as she is tall.
- (sleek and fitted) : a high-collared, black leather top
- (worn open) : a formal longcoat of the Cabal
- (on the left hand) : a silver wedding ring, inlaid with dark opal, symbol..
- (covering the legs) : a pair of ash-grey trousers
- (around the waist) : a tenebrous sash of the Conduit
- (wrapped several times about her neck) : an extremely long scarf with multicoloured stripes
- (sitting atop her head) : a pair of heavy, crystal-lensed goggles
- <Akary>
- He is a wise Idreth that is wrapped up in a heavy longcoat, which covers most of his large frame. He
- stands roughly eight feet tall, and a long aquatic tail trails behind his feet, held just above the
- ground. The fin the runs along it continues around the tip of his tail to the underside. A few
- patches of mottle green flesh ar visible on his head and neck. The profile of his head is a tapered
- oval, giving him a blunt snout and deep maw. Two eyes, almost a metallic silver in coloration, and
- edged in black, watch his surroundings vigilantly. Between his digits, on both hands his hands and
- his feet are thin blue membranes- webbing that hasn't fully formed.
- (pushed up onto his forehead) : a pair of whirring diffusal goggles
- (covering one eye) : a luminous eyepatch
- (worn on a finger) : a silver wedding ring, inlaid with dark opal, symbol..
- (hanging slightly askew) : a weaponbelt with a lion's head buckle
- (worn on a finger) : a Year 300 ring
- (stacked atop a black band on his finger) : a ring of the flood
- (worn on the hands) : a ylem-binding gauntlet of the Parxian Order
- (worn on a finger) : 4 thin black bands
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "Evening Commissar, Conduit."
- (Cabalists): You say, "Eugh. Yes, it is that."
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "Quite right. In fact, could we perhaps share a little chat?"
- (Cabalists): You say, "I don't see why not. Long as it's somewhere warm."
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "Warm. If we must..."
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "I've been staying in Senator Piper's home and she keeps that blasted
- stove fed day in and day out."
- (Cabalists): You say, "Does it need to be private? The Phoenix has a roaring fire, otherwise..."
- (Cabalists): Akaryuterra says, "Hello, Anfini."
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "Not so much private as out of the publ-- eh. Private might be best."
- (Cabalists): You say, "Well... the guild chambers, perhaps."
- (Cabalists): Anfini says, "That would be suitable."
- Chambers of the Cabal.
- -----
- \ | /
- -[+]-
- -----
- A dark altar stands in the center of the pentagram etched on the floor, its round shape perfect. A
- diagram of the seven Spheres has been etched into the barred metal door. An engraved silver bell has
- been suspended on a graceful hook. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the
- ground.
- You see exits leading north, northeast (open pine door), east, west, northwest (open pine door), up,
- and in.
- <Anfini>
- He is an experienced Tekal, a brutish mass of muscle, an exaggerated and distended manshape of
- incredible breadth. He's nine feet tall if not even more, tall enough to make doors a real trial.
- His body, grey-skinned and shot through with dim veins, is widest at the shoulders and chest,
- tapering down into a well-built but considerably narrower torso and legs. Narrow eyes with no iris
- or pupil are set into deep sockets above a nose like a granite carving, his face defined by sharp-
- edged cheekbones and a powerful jaw. Pale blonde hair, very nearly white, explodes from his skull
- like a ball of flame. At the topmost part of his gut, a dark, scarlike mark writhes and twitches, a
- puncture of festering black against uncolored flesh.
- (tucked in, cuffs cinched) : a simple beige dress shirt
- (buttoned once, naturally) : a regal golden vest
- (tucked into his boots) : a pair of brown leather trousers
- (making each step a clink) : a pair of gray armored boots
- (residing in his vest pocket) : a chain bearing a brass compass
- (draped about him austerely) : a formal longcoat of the Cabal
- (slung from shoulder to hip) : a silvery sash of the Cabal
- (set delicately over his left eye) : a fine dual-layered silver monocle
- You have emoted: Eleanor sweeps Anfini with an appraising up-and-down glance. "I see you're keeping
- on," she notes.
- his veins standing out rigidly on his skin. He descends the steps three-by-three in a heavy, casual
- gait, not glancing up until the last step. He gets one good look at you and Akaryuterra, and swears
- loudly under his breath.
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Well damned if ya aren't a walkin' mass'a biceps'r
- somethin'."
- Akaryuterra blinks.
- Akaryuterra tilts his head at Anfini curiously, "Something the matter?"
- "I knew it," Anfini whispers - even in a hush, his voice is like tumbling boulders - and gestures
- vaguely at you, drawing his fingers between husband and wife repetitively. "I knew you would go all
- the way, some day, Conduit. It was a hunch that wouldn't go away. The moment I saw those scales, I
- KNEW it..." A sickly grin cracks his face, a joyfully-earned tear peeking from the corner of one of
- his eyes.
- "And you," Anfini turns his gaze to Akaryuterra, and is rendered functionally speechless. He says
- all he needs to say in a see-sawing gawking motion.
- You have emoted: Eleanor's crests jerk upward in a startled affectation- she attempts to hide it,
- but there's a hint of a violet flush in her cheeks as she looks sideways. She opts to let the
- conversation shift to Akaryuterra.
- Akaryuterra turns and gives a fond glance to you. "She looks amazing, does- huh, hmm? Me."
- Realization dawns on him as Anfini stares.
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "It will be finished in a few weeks time."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Uh, I will, rather."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "I think I will have to raise my body temperature
- though, the wetness gets cold."
- Akaryuterra brushes his fingers over a patch of mottled green on his face.
- "It's not finished now!" Astonished, Anfini juts out his lower lip and jaw in a comical expression,
- eyebrows popping upward. He makes a show of slapping his face, shaking his head, and glancing
- ceilingward, as if giving up on ever learning or understanding anything again. "I feel as if I
- gathered you here for something wholly inconsequential, too rude in light of the explorations the
- two of you have undertaken. I regret to inform you that... I need some help."
- You have emoted: Eleanor inclines her head a little, absently adjusting the sit of the many loops of
- scarf that bundle her upper body. "What do you need, doctor?"
- Akaryuterra's cheeks take on an odd greyish tint as he appears embarassed. "Hardly, you will have
- plenty of chances to explore your own form once you acend, I am sure. But in the meantime, we are
- more than willing to help out."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Sure, wouldn't want ta have ta explain why there's a
- smear somewhere called Anfini, right?"
- "A smear, that's... quite what I'm afraid of," Anfini mutters. He begins to pace, trundling clumsily
- around the great chamber, looking all too much like a huge, shaven bear on his hind legs. "It has to
- be soon. You can feel out my essence, can't you? You must know there's too much in me, now. I
- overdid it. It is most unkind to me..." Rubbing at his temple, he glowers, for a moment, staring a
- hole into the opposing wall. He repeats, "I need... help. My mortality weakens me... I long to join
- your kind, at last."
- You have emoted: Eleanor purses her lips, glancing sideways- and up- to Akaryuterra.
- Slowly, you say, "There isn't a great deal we can do aside from telling you what it's like... I
- could demonstrate something like it, that's how I rearrange myself. Other than that, I think it
- would likely be best to ask us all the questions you can, so we can try and help where you need it."
- Akaryuterra opens his mouth the speak, but then pauses, his brow furrowing. He catches your glance
- and mirrors the look, "And, to be quite honest, planning is not something that really...works the
- first time through. Eleanor took some time to get to understand how she could manage. Without having
- experienced it, we can not tell you what to expect, as you will not fully comprehend the sensations
- that will occur."
- "I understand that! All of it!" Anfini turns on the two of you, shaking slightly, his hands clasped
- together behind his back. He's sweating like a pig, a nervous smile etched into his face. "The
- procedure! Conduit, you described it as remaking yourself from scratch - how much of this is
- metaphor?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor is still for a moment, except for her crests, which waver halfway upward
- before lying down again. "It is not," she says finally. "It's something akin to the black-wind. You
- are dust. You are the last of your mortal consciousness before it disappears like smoke on the wind.
- "
- Akaryuterra nods gravely in agreement. With a not of cheerfulness, however, he reminds Anfini,
- "Numerologists were the first, and you are among us. One such as yourself, with such a sense of
- identity and will, you will, no doubt, be capable."
- "Then I must be destroyed," Anfini utters, his expression going slack, save for widening eyes. He
- says it again, lower now, a sepulchral echo of himself: "I must be destroyed. Utterly, completely.
- My constituent makeup scattered entirely. I... I can do this, I think. I can do this. I've been
- preparing for this for -years-."
- You have emoted: Eleanor nods gravely. "You've heard the tales we tell about remaking Creation but
- destroying this one to do so."
- You say, "That is what you must do to yourself, if you want to be an Idreth."
- Anfini looks away, unable to meet your eyes suddenly. "The tales frighten me. I am not just myself,
- Conduit. I am everything I've influenced, all of my memory and memories I've created. If... if this
- didn't work..."
- You have emoted: Eleanor gives a hint of a razor-edged grin. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
- Doctor."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "It's nothin' easy ta do. Fuckin' terrifyin', but
- y'gotta do it. Y'wanna be Idreth, y'know what ya gotta do, an' what ya can't stop for. Fear."
- "Can we...?" Anfini's lips flap a few times, making faint noises. He must be utterly drymouthed. He
- points toward the steps he just descended with a nudge of his head, then stomps up the steps, taking
- the initiative.
- Anfini leaves to the up.
- You have emoted: Eleanor glances to Akaryuterra.
- A starlit observatory.
- -----
- [+]
- -----
- Despite being dozens of feet under the ancient stone of the Citadel, if not more, this rather
- remarkable domed chamber is lit by a permanent suffusion of silver radiance. A tall, silver-chased
- telescope stands upon a tripod at the centre of a spiralling chain of complex geometric figures,
- seemingly carved directly into the flagstones by a precise and exacting hand. Great arched windows,
- thirteen in number, puncture the seamlessly fitted stone skin of the room's exterior, allowing the
- light of a stark and alien sky to flood across the etched floor and the great lens of the telescope.
- A small hatch caps a wooden ladder at the rear of the chamber, allowing a visitor to return to the
- hall below. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Dr. J. R. Anfini,
- the Fixer is here. He wields a buckler in his left hand and a whirring staff of segmented machinery
- in his right. Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart is here. He wields a stout glass in his left
- hand.
- You see a single exit leading down.
- You have emoted: Eleanor glances upward, her crests wavering gently before settling again. "A fine
- place," she says softly.
- When the pair of you arrive, Anfini's hand is cupped in front of him, casual as can be, while a
- miniscule point vibrates the air just above his palm - it would be familiar to anyone who has seen
- Sciomancy in action. His breathing has accelerated, the slab of his chest rising and falling, a
- macro-scale model of tectonic activity. "I just wanted to... speak my piece. If this doesn't work."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "I sometimes wonder why I do not spend more time
- watching the stars."
- "They're lovely, aren't they," Anfini agrees.
- Akaryuterra turns to Anfini. "It will, Anfini."
- You say, "Hard to worry about being a speck with all of them above."
- "It would be a fitting end to join them, I thought," Anfini said. The point grows larger by the
- second, expanding and distending slowly: where it was a speck, before, it now has a definite,
- visible shape, like a small bean of null space in the doctor's palm. If it gets any bigger, he could
- jeopardize more lives than one. "A long time ago, it was me and the big man... his name was Procell.
- He was my best friend, loved me unconditionally... I repaid him by using him. He was nothing more
- than a control in my grandest experiments."
- You have emoted: Eleanor listens, her dark eyes moving between the point and the Doctor. She doesn't
- interrupt, but the cant of her crests implies attention.
- Akaryuterra watches Anfini, his silvery eyes following every motion he makes. His brow furrows
- slightly at the mention of 'big man', betraying a small amount of concern, but none of it directed
- at the small point.
- Anfini lifts his hand, and gazes at the singularity closely, panting as he exerts all of his will on
- merely keeping it stable, not yet a danger. "There were women... a beautiful Sentinel I brainwashed
- and took for my wife, before I bored of her... killed her. Another lovely lass who meant take my
- head as bounty. I took her heart, instead, kept it in a jar. Procell still has it. I took money from
- people who trusted me. I lied about inconsequential things to get what I want. Comrades, is this a
- poor time to feel existential about the whole thing?" He turns, addressing you and Akaryuterra face-
- to-face, flourishing a glowing, vibrating hand, its flesh beginning to warp and shrivel on itself.
- "Should I even bother trying to come back?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor sniffs, her mouth set in a grim line. "We all do things we are not proud of,
- Doctor," she says, her voice steady and low. "The point is that we understand and metabolise it.
- Improve. Go onward. The biggest waste is to not do so."
- Akaryuterra's tongue slips out to lick his lips, displaying a similar mottled coloration to the
- patches on his skin. "Agreed." "If I stopped tryin' cause'a some'a the stuff I did when I was young,
- I wouldn'ta gotten far beyond thirty years." Having admitted that, he grins at Anfini, showing
- unevenly sized teeth. "B'sides, now's the time ta remake it all anyway, right?"
- "Is it? Will I still be me?" Anfini holds a steady gaze, glaring, it seems, at the both of you at
- once. "Which is worse, that the marred slate of my sins should remain uncleaned, or that I emerge as
- something less, something more, something different than I am now?" A wave of fury stabs at him. He
- lurches forward, clutching his fist around the singularity, which throbs menacingly, spears of
- unlight in black and violet shooting through the breaches of his fingers. "Which is it!?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor straightens her back, stony-faced even in the presence of such an unstable
- point of reality- and the singularity besides. "It is terrifying," she agrees. "Who can say if what
- came back really was me, or the boys," she tilts her head toward the eel-like figure to her side.
- "What data we have implies that it was close enough, at least, and that's the best result we can
- claim."
- Sternly, you say, "It entirely hangs on you, and your strength of will. Have you got the balls to
- grab the fiber of your being and -do- something with it?"
- You say, "You've lived within the means someone gave you for hundreds of years. Someone else's rules.
- Someone else's shaping."
- You say, "You have your chance, now, to make it your own. Bugger your birthright, bugger the
- Celestine, you will be something of your own making. Your own design. Or you will be nothing."
- Akaryuterra states simply, crossing his arms in the face of the threat of the collapsing point. "You
- know what I have to say on the matter, Anfini. I spoke it to you before, when you mentioned what you
- would do, upon attaining Idreth."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Do you remember?"
- Anfini quivers weakly. The entropic forces in his control are decaying rapidly, unstable Shadow
- energy dissipating into the Prime Material, and as the conductor, it tears away at his very core.
- "Please, friend," he says quietly, his rage subsiding, "Remind these old ears."
- "You stand at the point of decision, whether to progress, or to cower in the face of potential
- annihiliation." Akaryuterra begins, pointing to the energy Anfini grasps in his hand. "You currently
- hold something destructive enough to most younger mortals to shreds, and do so without fear. You
- have seen wars, seen terrible events and incredible leaps of progress, and these have become a part
- of who you are." Without hesitation he takes a step forward, touching his lip and pointing to a scar.
- "I could heal this, but I do not, because it reminds me of something I have endured. It does not
- matter if it is insignificant, or grand, everything we do shapes us. It is time for you to shape
- some part of reality and leave your mark. That will become a part of the many trials and
- tribulations you have faced and surpassed. It will simply become one more thing that makes up a part
- of who you are. Do not shy away from what could be the greatest change you ever face. You can't
- simply erase who you are, even if you wipe away physical imperfections."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Pretty sure y've never said exactly that b'fore."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "No."
- Akaryuterra smiles wryly.
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Not quite."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "The sentiment is the same though."
- Anfini's beginning to slump, falling to one knee, supporting his immense bulk with a hand flattened
- to the floor, the other raised just so in the air, undergoing a slow dissolve into uncharted regions
- of thermodynamics. Sweat pours from him, his eyes half-lidded as he pants doggedly. "Commissar...
- Conduit... you've both created a beautiful thing here, a real brainchild. The ultimate stepping
- stone of life, absolute control. What does it matter, now? I can't turn back, and if I could... I
- wouldn't. I was wrong to question, wrong to doubt." With tremendous effort, Anfini works himself to
- his feet, rocking just once, and unfurls his palm. The singularity blooms. It is a flower of
- destruction, an orange-sized sphere like a dead sun. "I'm... not gonna get sentimental, but if I
- don't come back... I- I really admire you two."
- The singularity pulses, and creates a tearing noise. Anfini lets go.
- Anfini causes a point of singularity to ripple into existence. It pulses brightly and crackles with
- potentiality.
- You have emoted: Eleanor doesn't even take the Cabalistic half-step back, her eyes fixed on the
- scene. She doesn't speak- she doesn't need to. Her gaze is steady, stern, intensely focused.
- Dr. J. R. Anfini, the Fixer exclaims, "I reject my feeble mortality, then! I reject the Gods who
- gave it to me! I spit upon the laws of physics!"
- Anfini remains where he is, even as the null point hits the floor, floating there slightly. His eyes
- are closed.
- Akaryuterra returns his arms to his chest, crossing them as he stands in the face of the destructive
- singularity Anfini unleashed.
- *******************************************************************************
- A single brilliant light flashes, preceding the sudden collapse of a point of singularity. The rapid
- destabilization rips matter indiscriminately around it into strips of black shadow that disappear
- within the void.
- *******************************************************************************
- It was no more powerful than any other, but its direction was unmistakable. In his final moment, he
- absorbed the brunt of the implosion.
- Where the Doctor stood there is nothing but air, air thick with puissant dust, and the unmistakable
- scent of charred flesh.
- A starlit observatory.
- -----
- [+]
- -----
- Despite being dozens of feet under the ancient stone of the Citadel, if not more, this rather
- remarkable domed chamber is lit by a permanent suffusion of silver radiance. A tall, silver-chased
- telescope stands upon a tripod at the centre of a spiralling chain of complex geometric figures,
- seemingly carved directly into the flagstones by a precise and exacting hand. Great arched windows,
- thirteen in number, puncture the seamlessly fitted stone skin of the room's exterior, allowing the
- light of a stark and alien sky to flood across the etched floor and the great lens of the telescope.
- A small hatch caps a wooden ladder at the rear of the chamber, allowing a visitor to return to the
- hall below. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Anfini is gone,
- naught more than dust smeared on the walls. He wields a buckler in his left hand and a whirring
- staff of segmented machinery in his right. Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart is here. He wields
- a stout glass in his left hand.
- You see a single exit leading down.
- He is an experienced Tekal, but he isn't here right now. What are you looking at?
- (tucked in, cuffs cinched) : a simple beige dress shirt
- (buttoned once, naturally) : a regal golden vest
- (tucked into his boots) : a pair of brown leather trousers
- (making each step a clink) : a pair of gray armored boots
- (residing in his vest pocket) : a chain bearing a brass compass
- (draped about him austerely) : a formal longcoat of the Cabal
- (slung from shoulder to hip) : a silvery sash of the Cabal
- (set delicately over his left eye) : a fine dual-layered silver monocle
- You have emoted: Eleanor inhales slowly, looking upward, and then around herself.
- Akaryuterra opens his eyes again as the 'dust' settles in the wake of the collapse. Hesitantly, he
- also takes a slow look around, his nostrils flaring as he sniffs the air.
- <pause>
- Cautiously, you say, "He sure is taking a long time to get it together."
- You have emoted: Eleanor frowns, her brow ridges pulling together. "You... don't think he--?"
- Akaryuterra blinks, squinting at the particulate matter floating about. "Ah, well, no. I do not. I
- remember at one point it took you several moments as well."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Maybe he just ended up bein' real small bits."
- Akaryuterra reaches a hand toward the 'dust', but then stops himself.
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Best not stick our hands in it, if it is him. It might
- disrupt....whatever is going on."
- You have emoted: Eleanor's crests waver, then hug close to her skull. "It did," she agrees, glancing
- about again. "It did." She seems to be quietly reassuring herself as much as replying to the
- conversation.
- Akaryuterra's brow furrows and he casts another look around. Maybe he missed something in the first
- scan of the room.
- You have emoted: Eleanor glances upward, toward the stars. "And- and if he's done it wrong... he'll..
- . likely come back out the cave." That doesn't seem to have a great deal of logic behind it, but she
- says it all the same. "Ready to try again."
- The dust dances and eddies around the room, acted upon by miniscule forces all around - in other
- words, behaving as dust always does. In the next second, though, it becomes crisply visible as the
- air itself seems to hang and darken. Anfini's essence can be felt, thrumming back into the here and
- now like the warmth of a rising sun. What happens next comes without cohesion or rationality: one
- moment, there is empty, dust-choked air frozen in time. Then, it is as if vision and sound itself
- have shut down. There is a smear of pure black, a sickening second of absolute silence, and a
- definitive stillness. Then Janus Anfini screams, and as if the very sound of his voice rearranges
- reality to its original configuration, all is right again.
- Their face set in an attitude of inhuman focus, Anfini's gaze turns inward. A low pulse of energy
- shudders through your surroundings as Anfini is cloaked in a veil of hungry, crawling light, and
- they manage a brief, choked scream before their ravaged form implodes under the pressure, reduced to
- a drifting cloud of dust and scraps of unravelling matter. Seconds pass in choked silence before the
- drifting dust that used to be Anfini abruptly congeals, shifting and boiling around a central point.
- Within a handful of heartbeats, Anfini stands before you once more, wearing the unmistakable mantle
- of an Idreth.
- A shiver runs through Creation, rapidly swelling into a thunderous, echoing tone that heralds the
- rebirth of the Idreth, Anfini.
- <Anfini>
- He is a wise Idreth, extraordinarily tall and lithe, graceful in his musculature. His flesh is pale and cold-toned, without
- blemish or scar. Long arms reach nearly to his knees; slender, tapered pianist's fingers terminate into clean and shaped
- nails. His face is severe and blade-edged, with a long, patrician nose, thin lips, and a pronounced jaw. His pale, orange eyes
- are almond-shaped, deeply sunk beneath his brow. He has no hair on his head or face to speak of, with a bald, pronounced
- skull.
- (tucked in, cuffs cinched) : a simple beige dress shirt
- (buttoned once, naturally) : a regal golden vest
- (tucked into his boots) : a pair of brown leather trousers
- (making each step a clink) : a pair of gray armored boots
- (residing in his vest pocket) : a chain bearing a brass compass
- (draped about him austerely) : a formal longcoat of the Cabal
- (slung from shoulder to hip) : a silvery sash of the Cabal
- (set delicately over his left eye) : a fine dual-layered silver monocle
- Anfini's clothing dangles loosely from him, having long before stretched and ripped out, hastily
- tailored to fit a larger body. He stands like a statue in the middle of the observatory, staring
- into space.
- You have emoted: Eleanor's features break into a broad grin, her eyes lighting up with earnest and
- unconcealed joy. She glances to Akaryuterra briefly, her crests perking up, her manner breathless
- and excited- and then she looks back to Anfini again, taking a half-step forward, but not speaking
- just yet.
- Akaryuterra's expression lights up, "Fuckin' knew it!" He throws his arms up and gives a few
- congratulatory claps as gets a look at the new being before him. "I, well, congratulations Anfini."
- He smiles a toothy smile of fine black teeth.
- Anfini was never a small man, but he fits into a door now, having reset to his original size. He
- looks pale, trembling, his skin clammy, but a near-painful smile breaks out across his face. He
- winces continually, as if pained even by the dimness of the chamber. "Hello," he whispers, "I think
- I feel like me."
- You have emoted: Eleanor seems to note the quietness- she steps a little closer, but keeps her own
- voice carefully pitched low and gentle as she says, "You look to be in one piece. Can you hear me
- alright?"
- Akaryuterra bends his knees, lowering himself closer to Anfini's height- though he doesn't quite
- manage to get eye-to-eye, for obvious reasons. "Hopefully his senses are not scrambled like yours
- were, hmm?"
- Anfini squints at you and blinks slowly, an exaggerated scrunch of his entire face. He swerves
- backward, scanning over you and Akaryuterra repeatedly, letting out a strained sigh. "Good...
- heavens," he says, still whispering, a bit too quickly, as if he hadn't heard a thing. Back to you
- again, he stares at you from what would be an uncomfortably close distance to most people, before
- shrinking away, clamping his eyes shut. "Hhhow... do you process this?"
- Softly, you say, "Take your time. Don't fight it or look for something you recognise from before."
- You have emoted: Eleanor's voice is soothing, just above a whisper. "Let it come to you."
- Akaryuterra tilts his head, "A good question. From our experience, it seems like each of us
- experiences things a tad differently." In a matter-of-fact tone, he explains, "I was nearly blind,
- for example."
- Aside, you say, "You didn't have -eyes-. He's got that one cornered at least. And a mouth."
- Akaryuterra purses his lips. "Well, yes. Congratulations, you did better than I did with your first
- attempt at creating senses."
- Anfini opens his eyes again, keeping them to thin slits, this time training them on Akaryuterra.
- Uncannily, the irises begin to flicker, like the on-and-off of fireflies, a rhythmless phenomenon he
- seems entirely unaware of. "Oh, th- that makes more sense... I think it was too wide a spectrum...
- you're all green, now. I... I did it then! Ha, ha!" He bursts into convulsive, relieved laughter,
- stumbling as he does so. "It worked! It worked, it wooaahh... aAAGHHH!"
- Anfini's left arm bursts apart abruptly. Following a heavy splash of blood, thick, intestinal tubes
- and unnatural growths of bone explode forth from the orifice, visceral growth that unfurls from his
- body, settling into a fat, spiraling cord of carnage, like a coiling snake.
- You have emoted: Eleanor had been reaching out to steady Anfini, but at the sudden rupture she rears
- back a bit, eyes wide. "Severn's blood and bastards!" she exclaims, teeth bared in a grimace.
- "Doctor! I urgently suggest you get a grip on that!"
- Glancing at the back of his hand first, Akaryuterra takes Anfini literally, "Oh, has it spread so
- far?" As soon as Anfini's arm explodes, however, his attention is immediately back on the newly
- formed Idreth. "Holy fuck!" Ryotega exclaims, leaning the boys back from Anfini a little bit. "Yeah,
- shit, good idea there Chicky."
- The outpouring continues, foot after foot of blood vessels, veins, bone and shapeless organs with no
- names unfurling from his shoulder. Anfini begins to stagger, listing aside from the sheer weight of
- it, as his innards begin to fill up a significant corner of the observatory. The grisly nightmare
- eventually slows and stops completely, leaving the doctor gaping wide-eyed at the mess to his side.
- He struggles for a few moments, gasping in pain, but it seems to subside, leaving him merely panting,
- and then even that goes away. In a weak voice, he says, "I... I think it's okay... it's okay..."
- You have emoted: Eleanor doesn't seem to be panicking, but there is a grim and urgent set to her
- expression. "You're alright," she reassures, "You're just having an issue. Try and get a good,
- steady mental image of what you settled into before that went off."
- Akaryuterra's silver eyes are wide open, and he watches Anfini with a strange sort of detachment.
- Part of his expression could be taken for a sort of dumbfounded horrification at what is happening.
- Slowly, however, he does extend a hand in the direction of the mess. "Fascinating." "What the
- fuck're ya doin'?!" In an attempt to explain his actions, Akaryuterra points, "The mass, the growth,
- it is...far more than a body of his size should be able to simply eject. It is some kind of mutati-
- I don't give a fuck, keep our damn hand out of it."
- They take a couple steps back as Ryotega wrangles in Akaryuterra's hand.
- "I stopped thinking about it," Anfini says. There's no mistaking his fascination, certainly. He
- stares at the biological ruin about him, clenching his teeth, and leans forward a bit, frowning. The
- glistening mass quivers along its length, a ripple that travels the spiral from his shoulder all the
- way to the end of the path. Then, with horrible, subdued slurping noises, it begins to retract back
- into his arm. Anfini is totally calm, now, the picture of confidence. "It -is- too much mass. I must
- have stopped considering my... my weight, or the thickness of the skin, or... by gods! There's so
- much to consider!"
- You have emoted: Eleanor nods, watching the reversal with clinical attention. "You'll have a lot of
- issues to start, probably," she confirms, nodding. "Until you manage to get that facet of
- concentration onto a subconscious level."
- Akaryuterra releases his own hand, regining some of his own composure, "It is amazing. I have never
- seen something like that before. How can it simply...materialize." He stares at the spot where the
- mess used to be, appearing toughtful. "Okay, first off, we aren't fuckin' researchin' that. An'
- spewin' organs outta ourselves left'n right ain't a damn party trick ta pick up. Fucksake." Ryotega
- rants. It's clear some form of exchange happened internally before this outburst.
- Deepest Stygian night steals over the land as the symbolic hourglass empties and turns, ready to
- begin a new day.
- Akaryuterra shakes his head, "No, I was not thinking about that in the least, but the rate at which
- it is produced, it is so accelerated." Reaches up and drags a hand down his long, smooth, face.
- "Really. This is the first shit ya think about? What in the halls is wrong with ya?"
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Nothing, it is simply that a rate of change- or growth-
- like that would also accelerate our own change process. A day long transformation, as opposed to a
- week or two."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Until our fuckin' heart'n lungs just decide ta up'n."
- Akaryuterra gestures wildly at the floor, coming up with nothing to describe the outpouring of
- fleshy material. "Blegh!" He exclaims. "What in...IT SHOULD STAY IN US!"
- Anfini stares at Akaryuterra in stark disbelief, even as roll after roll of flesh-tentacle continues
- to recede into his body. Where it goes is anyone's guess, for he doesn't seem to be getting any
- bigger. "No, no, it was..." Frowning considerably, he takes on a momentary look of intense
- discomfort. "Generative in nature. Just as I appear to be deconstructing it n-- gentlemen! Get ahold
- of yourselves!" He levels a stern, authoritative look at Akaryuterra, which is impressive
- considering there is currently a side of beef squirming its way back into his body. "Just a rookie
- mistake, right?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor cracks a grin again, her eyes twinkling. "Everyone falls off the horse the
- first couple of times."
- Anfini's stern glance has no effect, nor elevated voice. Akaryuterra brings a hand to his chin, then
- crosses his arms, then heaves a groan of exasperation. "I'm gonna fuckin' punch ya, just so ya know.
- " Ryotega declares flatly to Akaryuterra. "The accleration of t-" he begins to argue, halting
- instantaneously to glance to Anfini. "Generative?"
- Anfini's mouth opens in a silent gasp, a slow-motion yawn as the last of the disgusting bulk
- retracts itself into his gaping arm. He stares at the missing limb, completely at odds with what to
- do with it, but it seems to be sorting itself out, the puncture puckering itself together, a
- wriggling pink mass extruding itself from the stump. He chooses to look pointedly away from this. "I.
- .. think I stimulated muscle growth," he says curiously. "Poorly. Can I just say... I'm really glad
- you're all here right now?"
- Calmly, you say, "It's probably best it was us, and not someone else."
- You say, "I don't imagine they'd respond well to..."
- You have emoted: Eleanor gestures vaguely. "Teething problems."
- Anfini's hypothesis as to what caused the problem only spurs Akaryuterra's interest further. "Yes,
- exactly. If that i- ah. If you are correct...could," he begins, pausing as he comes to odds with
- himself over his following request, "Study some of- Akary. Fucksake, if ya fuckin' vomit up a heart,
- or send a lung out my arm, I am gonna tear ya a fuckin' new one." Even now, as their discussion
- continues, his lips move but his eyes remain on Anfini, awaiting a response to the question that
- need not be fully uttered. "An' who the fuck're ya ta be askin' ta study 'im like an animal. Let 'im
- fuckin' figure it out 'imself first. Shit." As the argument breaks down into Ryotega's angry
- grumbling, a sigh breaks up the constant stream of black utterings and curses. "I apologize." he
- says solemnly, sounding a tad ashamed. "I think perhaps my recent studies with the eels have become
- something of an irreversable step into particular avenues of research."
- "From this point, there are no more apologies," Anfini says solemnly. His voice has come to him, the
- old voice, thin with a hint of rasp. "I didn't realize how significant this was until I experienced
- it firsthand... we're really creating something new, here. No more apologies, for every great
- conquest and pitfall is a step forward." He flashes another of those smiles that seems to sneak up
- on him, pitching forward dramatically, as if about to burst into tears. "I will help you... I will
- make up for my sins by helping you build a better person. I'll do anything."
- You have emoted: Eleanor tucks her hands into her pockets, observing the exchange with a quiet
- interest. "You're not making up for anything," she says quietly. "You are new, now. Fresh. The Mhun
- named Janus Anfini was killed by a singularity."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Spectacularly so."
- "I don't remember a moment of it," Anfini admits. "I hope it comes back... it would have been useful
- to study. Mhun... I was born a human, did you know that? How very strange." He goes quiet, staring
- at things, especially the two other examples of powerful, self-constructed biomass in the room with
- him. Again, his irises flicker back and forth, rapidly switching between a state of glowing and not
- glowing, eventually returning to their non-luminance. "You both look quite beautiful from certain
- viewpoints, do you know that?"
- As if attempting to bargain with Anfini for the acceptance of his request, Akaryuterra "Of course,
- if I can determine anything about it, I will certainly tell you of my findings. Any information is,
- of course, yours, since it was achieved through your generosity." Akaryuterra smiles sheepishly.
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Certain viewpoints?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor cracks half a grin. "Anything in Creation does, if you tilt your head just
- so. And you'll see more of it now."
- You have emoted: Her voice continuing quietly, but with a tone of firmness and not entirely
- comforting fondness, Eleanor says, "You are your own mark on Creation." She leans in a little, her
- gaze intense. "You are one of us, now."
- Akaryuterra offers hand to anfini, his flesh a half and half mix of mottled green and transparent
- grey flesh. "Indeed. Congratulations, Anfini. Well done."
- Anfini's arm has reconstituted. It looks good as new, save for a fat, pink seam that even now is
- fading fast. He is showcasing a tendency to get stricken into silence, staring now at you, his eyes
- doing their firefly trick every time you moves. His mouth works independently before he can actually
- muster his words. "One of you... you mean... I belong." In a surge of motion, he takes Akaryuterra's
- hand, pumps it tightly, then reaches out, clasping him with a newly regrown arm, pulling the huge,
- mutated Idreth in for an embrace, one he tries to drag you into as well.
- You have emoted: Eleanor allows herself to be collected for the Idreth group hug, wrapping an arm
- around Akaryuterra and a gentler one around Anfini, still cautious of unexpected fragility.
- Akaryuterra goes with it, spreading his arms to embrace the two of you in his substantially longer
- arms.
- Anfini makes it a lively, friendly thing, clutching to the two of you for a while, uttering subdued,
- relieved laughter, noises that sound uncannily like suppressed pain. He breaks out of the group hug
- soon enough, catching onto previous skeins of the conversation. "Just say the word, Commissar. I
- have nothing on my plate that need supercede this research. And shit, I don't seem to have a problem
- giving out samples." Something strikes him as odd. He pats his head, making soft slapping noises. "I
- can't figure out how to grow -hair-."
- "Give yourself some time to acclimate," Akaryuterra offers helpfully. Looking Anfini over a little
- more acarefully now, he asks, "Am I mistaken or are your arms...longer?"
- "It doesn't look strange, does it?" Anfini holds one aloft, fanning out his fingers in a feminine
- manner.
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Think'a it this way. Strange in comparison ta what?
- Then, ignore that shit, because there's nothin' ya c'n compare yerself to now."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Indeed, not even any two Idreth are alike."
- You have emoted: Eleanor eyes Anfini, her crests twitching as if in thought, up and down and
- sideways fractionally. "You'll learn hair," she suggests. "It'll be a matter of figuring out how
- you're best modified and then trying things till you find something that works."
- Anfini goes back to rubbing at his scalp, a little unnerved, it looks like, by the feel of it.
- "Ideally, I'd like to look like a human, but... if I'm going to get to control the outcome, let it
- not be said I emphasize form over function." His attention is beginning to slip as he stares around
- the room, leaning in close, gazing at things. "I need a goddamned drink... I can't figure -anything-
- out until I get used to just... it was what you were saying, Eleanor, about having to focus all the
- time, concentrate on your corporeality. It's taxing."
- You have emoted: Eleanor raises her eye-ridges slightly. "Given what we just witnessed, you may wish
- to have your drink in private." She coughs politely. "Just a suggestion."
- Akaryuterra bursts out laughing at the realization of what an Idreth of Anfini's persuasion
- could do while drunk.
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Yeah, damn, people think they got it bad when they
- just get stupid when they get drunk, y'got a whole other problem there."
- Akaryuterra reaches out and pats Anfini on the stomach. "Now that I know that wasn't gonna escalate
- ta ya explodin' inta a fuckton'a organs, I'm will- wait.
- Akaryuterra ponders the situation.
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "That'd just give Akary ideas."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Anfini could appreciate company, I am sure."
- Akaryuterra narrows his eyes.
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "I'm not sure if yer tryin' ta look out fer Anfini, or
- weasle yer way inta weird drinkin' situations."
- "No, no, heavens, no... I just want to lay down and try to get control of my visuals," Anfini says,
- and as if to emphasize the struggle, probes wearily at his temple, glancing away, the colors of his
- eyes flashing on and off. "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't appreciate it, it's just... this is so
- much to take in." A shiver rolls through his body, his face paled. He looks to Akaryuterra, then you,
- as if seeking approval.
- Akaryuterra holds his hands up, backing off just a little. "Y'don't have ta tell either'a us twice,
- we know how it is."
- You say, "I imagine you'll spend some time just figuring out how to use what you've built."
- With a smile, you say, "We're here to discuss any issues you're having."
- Anfini nods tiredly, looking for his staff. He crouches down to collect it, favoring it as a walking
- cane as he moves himself on legs he's never used before. Taking a slow stroll around the room, he
- seems confident enough to try the stairs, and stops at the top. "I'm sorry if I got ah... mushy,
- there. I don't really do family. There were just... certain chords played for a moment, is all." He
- elevates his chin proudly, staring down the steps.
- You say, "Neither of us do either, for various reasons."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Mmm."
- Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Welcome to the family, as it were."
- Akaryuterra smiles at Anfini.
- Anfini pinches the bridge of his nose, turns his head, and tries not to laugh. "Shit. I'm getting
- out of here, I'm hearing crazy talk." With what could only be termed a bashful smile, he snaps a
- casual little salute toward the two of you, and disappears down the stairs.
- Anfini leaves to the down.
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