HoA (Mage of Mind)

Byond Key:  Mike43
IC Name: Dr. Michael Guenthner
IC Age: 22.4
Race: Raken ( Class: Scholar)

What other skills have you applied for?: Tier Up and Telepathy
What important things (if any) have you done to affect the story/wipe?:  Technomage trying to find out what caused the wiping of the co-existance that happened after the merge. Led on by data he obtained from Patchy. I have also Disabled the chip inside Wyatt's head. Playing a part in what started this war.

Skill Applying For: HoA Mage of Mind



Rp:

 The Doctor had gotten back to his lab. His mind going over the information he'd gathered from the fight. While the match had been able drag on for some time.  He had found through out it that his attacks were seeming to get weaker or perhaps less effective against the Saiyan. Though he had been able to keep himself up with a simple spell to reinvigorate himself. And have his armor absorb the kinetic energy the other lobbed into him. The sheer force alone had him on the defensive, trying to block and dodge.

It had always been a loosing battle but he had fought it all the same, knowing that he had to gather this combat data. He finished uploading the data from his mind into his computer where it was stored with the various other battles he had gotten into.  His mind was truly his greatest tool. One that he constantly tried to improve upon daily.

 He was quietly munching on a Vita-apple while waiting for the computer to finish.  When it had he launched a simulation with a few of the various combat profiles he'd created from people's combat data.  It was one of his ways to gauges how people may or may not progress, while also giving him accurate matches with this hypothetical development.

Closing his eyes as he focused both his mind and mana as he began to register himself into the simulation through use of his unique abilities with Machines. While the simulated battles were going on, he had been feeling something was off. Though he could never identify what was the source of this unease.

He was progressing to a Fight between himself and three other fighters. The roaster having Tommy, Issun, and Apo. This match setup wasn't ideal as each were a power house.  Issun being the speed, Tommy the Muscle, and Apo the Ranged and Close-combat specialist. Though as each simulated fighter were pushing the Raken onto the defensive. He was wishing to know what to do to stop always ending in this position.

It was with those thoughts that the simulation glitched as the world around him seemed to freeze. Looking around that unease was creeping over the male. It only grew when he saw a Red Door in the middle of the simulated arena.  He was confused, but soon bewildered.

He wasn't sure why, but if it was some psionic information or some kind of magic. He knew this door was important. What was on the other side was what he desired, a way out of this kind of situation, this feeling of always having to fight defensively while trying to figure out a way turn the tides. That said he knew what laid on the other side of the door. Could not be put back once that door was open. All the responsibility with it's mantel was his to deal with.

He stared at it for several seconds, just stuck at this impasse; even so he slowly moved towards it. While he wasn't completely sure about this he had a feeling he knew he had to. This was to be his fate. With his hand on the knob of the door, the stillness of the simulated environment frozen. Slowly turning the handle as the sounds of it's mechanical inner workings filled the air.

He opened the door to a black void beyond the doorframe.  The world around him melting as he jolted up to the sounds of his equipment in disarray. Some of the components having given up during the simulation. His head in pain and his ears ringing. His mind recalling the last few things he saw before violently being jarred from the simulation. The Red Door . The black void beyond that seemed to call to him.  He wasn't sure what it all meant but he felt. . . Different.