The apparition becomes translucent, and the rocks drop from its hand. The punch goes right through. "Now now, are you angry? Can't you listen for a while? I might have a 'toy for you to play', haha! Listen to me!"
"Then you are afraid of it. Afraid of being defeated because of pain, of losing control. If you want to deal with the dead, then you have to embrace the thing their thoughts are solely made of. These mindless, souless, irrational things still... 'think'. And if you want to comunicate with them, you must relate to them. You must have not only physical pain, as you must have grief, remorse, or anything that tortures your mind with you, as weapons not to damage, but to ally." The corpses are almost drained of their blood, a pool of it forms around their heads. Their mouths are now frozen in a perpetual screaming position. "I'd... Normally have something to cover them but I'm actually used to the sight. This might go for some time, depends on their bodies. I hope they're fine and ready when we reach land." Yorick looks at Martin for the first time, noticing him to be awake. "...Gelatin?". He looks at the ink golem with a certain amusement. "How... Interesting!"
A loud gasp is heard as Johnathan sits bolt upright. "Wh-what happened?! Why am I on the ground?! Oh Whiteblock, is that a Nonja ship?!" Johnathan shakily stands up and peers over the edge of the boat. "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, what do we do?!"
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
Jonathan's gasp startles Martin, and he bolts upright, smacking August in the knee with his head.
"Ugh... ouch..." He doesn't seem to be under an illusion anymore, but he still seems a bit... off. "I have a sudden craving for licorice-flavored gelatin, have any of you seen any around here?"
Ima slaps Martin once or twice and brings him to his senses.
"Ow, ok, I get it, no jello."
I am the restless haunt of DBF.
I'm in ur walls, eetin' ur pilloes! So get away from mah corn! I'm in ur cornfield, WHISPERING IN UR EARS!!!
"Well, I think that you will want to hold your cravings for now. It might be the least of our problems. Now, explaining what is happening in a concise way. T9, in a way, made you faint. Because of that, the ink boat began to sink. A nonja ship was far away, so we... Confiscated it. These two gentlemen in here are my servants. These three gentlemen lying on the floor..." The soon-to-be undead were still lying on the floor, with eyes wide open. Yorick takes another dose of the green substance and injects in their arms. "...Are being under the process of being risen. There are some disguises, as they were nonjas and... Might not need them for now."
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
OOC: Revival? I just read everything since my last post. Wow. Ok here's my long overdo post. Suddenly in a bright flash of light I teleport back into existence right next to my old acquaintances and a new one. I lost touch with this reality and got drawn out to another where and another when. It looks like my mental shields were still up leaving me psionically-invisible yet no-one seemed to notice when my physical self disappeared. Looks like a lot has happened since I was gone.
"Erm... excuse my random disappearance. I was rather... sidetracked..." I said keeping what actually happened as elusive as possible, still not wanting them to know the full extent of my powers. I look around and notice something about the new member of our group that I didn't notice before. His soul was an old one, by human standards at least. I also noticed a bunch of, for lack of a better word, zombies around me. Undead being raised to serve with no soul of their own. Quickly scanning the reality temporal after-image (OOC: Breaking the Fourth Wall and Reading Posts) I learn that he is, in fact, a knowledgeable alchemist and necromancer. I was impressed by what he has done so far, it was far greater knowledge than I would have expected from a human, even an immortal one.
"Hello there, my name is Memzak." I said to the Alchemist. Simultaneously I projected myself on the astral plane, as done before and aside from the usual I notice a strange little soul. I hone in on his physical projection's location and am amused to find that he is pestering T9. I mentally leave a note to contact him at a later date. He could be... interesting to talk to.
So much to do, so much to see... I think to myself.
After a short time since the last shot, the undead men being to stand. There are now 5 risen servants on the boat, along with all the people. "Qui... Sum... Ego...", say the 3, almost in unison. Yorick responds in a soothing, paternal tone. "Non unum. Te sunt nihil. Te sunt non homo, te sunt non animalis. Te sunt nihil." The undead stay quiet. Yorick presents the undead with 3 blue vials, which they clumsily handle and drink. "Sede", he orders, and the 5 undead quietly sit, the 2 armed ones leaving their weapons on their laps. "Hello, Memzak. What do you seek?"
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
"Well knowing your name would be nice. As for introductions, I am Memzak. The knowledgeable teleporter ink manipulator. I was tagging along with this group for a while before they met you. I found their adventure interesting, as I also find you interesting. If you don't mind me jumping straight to the point, why did you start Necromancy in the first place, all those years ago?" I asked. I could always sneak or force myself into his mind to find out, but not only do I find that rude I also find it unnecessary. "Oh and what language were you just speaking?" I asked as an afterthought. Of all the human intelligences I absorbed, never have I heard that language. Probably because the first and only souls I found were all those found in America. Perhaps if I had stopped off in Europe I might have known. Oh well...
I reach into my back pocket and take out Martin's favorite flavored gelatin. Warped into existence the second I grabbed it, but to the rest I'll pretend that whilst on my teleporting adventures I found it and thought he'd like it. "Here, Martin, I thought you might like it." I said as I placed the plate of Gelatin in front of him.
OOC: Technically, you can't sneak into his mind. The same will happen as with T9, since it requires a grasp and blablabla you get it.
"Knowledgeable? I hardly believe so. Knowledge is but a distant vision when compared to these miserable, primitive actions and words we write and say. I am, as you, a jester in God's court, trying to grasp on his work and giving him, perhaps, a few laughs in the meantime. You can call me Yorick. For... A long time, I have been studying. Since I've been cursed with this particle of 'sapientia', I have been... Chained... To this world. I stay in here for... Her. She left me so early... I seek to bring her back. But I cannot bring persons to this world once again. Only abominations, faithful and mindless. The language I use to order them is Latin. It is a dead language." He looks with surprise to the sudden gelatin. "Haha. Amusing. What else can you materialize?"
Last Edit: Jul 2, 2012 21:18:23 GMT by AlchmistFaust
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
Martin takes a piece of the gelatin and tastes it, but quickly spits it out in disgust. "What am I saying? I hate licorice!"
'Damnit T9! What sort of sick illusion did you put in my mind? I really don't appreciate that sort of thing, and especially not when it tastes like licorice!'
"Well, what should I do? How can I help? Here Ima, dispose of this." Martin hands the gelatin to his golem.
Ima takes the gelatin and seems to absorb it. Creepy.
I am the restless haunt of DBF.
I'm in ur walls, eetin' ur pilloes! So get away from mah corn! I'm in ur cornfield, WHISPERING IN UR EARS!!!
OOC: Oh I read that passage. (Lol, thousands of screaming martyrs) Let me link you to my Superpower. Referring to the "Ethereal Manipulation" section. Not only am I able to traverse the land of living and dead but I also have a through understanding as both. My ancestry being bother divine and unholy. (The pairing of an Angel and Demon trapped in physical form) I am basically an angel/demon that is solely held back by a physical form. (Which I have a whole backstory as to how I grew in power and overcame these difficulties blah blah blah. The backstory is completely unrelated to most of this game, so I don't bother typing it out) I could do whatever I really want. (sure there are limits, but they are much higher than any of those found my the other superpowers in this game) The whole point of being a character this powerful (to me) without being a godmod would be to passively watch from the side and add a little bit of humor to the whole adventure.n
Also... I got really lucky when rolling for a power. ^_^ "It wasn't materialized, I just had it with me before I teleported back here. I found it whilst exploring and whatnot." I said. I was pretty certain that nobody saw it materialize, but I'll have to be more careful next time. This Jester seems vigilant. I'll have to find out who this 'she' is at a later date. Perhaps I could even find out all Yorick's story. I'm sure it's an interesting one to be told.
"Latin? Is that where I have heard those words before?" I said as I remembered the knowledge of a rather curious monk who died on American shores back in the colonial days.
"What you say is true indeed, yet n a comparative scale to the majority of people here. Your primitive actions are slightly less primitive than those of them." I said. I walked towards one of the nearby undead and proceeded to prod him in the arm. "Hey bub, I think this guy is a bit whacko. Don't you think?" I said namely to lighten the mood from all this torment.
OOC: The way I envisioned the realm of the dead was in a way based on Orpheus tale, so it would require grief and pain to access it. If your character knows about it, maybe, he would have a sad story to tell? I'm saying that out of character because Yorick doesn't know you know about the underworld.
Yorick faintly smiles. "For such a knowledgeable being, you lack the skills of lying. I understand, perhaps, part of your power." Yorick looks at the sea, seeing no land anywhere. He sighs "Latin is an elegant language. It is also an instinctive language among the dead. You can blame the romans for that. Necromancy requires that I learn it. But even so, there is much to learn, much to perfect. And I, unfortunately, have all the time in the world. And the universe." He quickly looks as Memzak touches an undead. "Careful, these creatures are..." The undead instinctively rises and starts to try to grab and bite him. "...Hostile. "
"I have interesting things for you, big guy! Listen to-" The child suddenly stops. "...Is there someone here? Who..." The apparition looks puzzled and distracted.
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
OOC: Unless Qwerty decides to break the fourth wall and tell him all about my powers, I'm hoping they'll remain a secret for most of this game, so I guess you had the right idea. xD As for the realm of the dead, the way I was picturing it and how to access it was from another depiction. I could make a compromise between the two and say that due to being part demon I am naturally inclined to be able to enter death. (perhaps because demons are eternally tormented in nature or something?) Perhaps that because the first humans to go into death set the standard for future human ventures into death. (IE: if another sentient race went into death, they'd have their own language for dead (like your latin) and have their own methods. etc.) Anyway, you can keep doing what you do. I jumped away from the undead not a second too soon. "Bad Bob! Baaad. Down Bob. Erm... Prohibere morsu!" I said. "Yes, Latin, now I remember." I said. I then stood up and walked closer to Yorick
"Well you caught me." I said, keeping out of earshot of the rest. "Perhaps you do understand part of it, but please do try and keep it a secret. It would be more.... interesting if the rest didn't know." While I was backing away and raising my voice to a generally audible level, I said, "Perhaps I should be a little more vigilant as to who I prod next time."
"Latin is indeed an elegant language now that I think about it. All the time in the world and universe isn't necessarily a bad thing, unless you yourself are desperate to die... or perhaps the fact that anyone you grow close too will die. I seem to remember a movie about a man who had the love of his live wither and die while he stayed ageless. Sad stuff right there." I said. At the same time I was speaking I sent a projection of me to Europe and made it enter the Astral near graveyards in order to find some souls knowledgeable on Latin. It a pure fluke that I managed to remember what I did earlier.
Simultaneously the part of me that I kept vigilant of the astral projection jumped into my main focus as the child seemed to notice me. I decided I might as well have some fun with him. Using that same part of me that was monitoring him earlier I materialize another projection right next to him in the exact same shape and form as him, the only difference being opposite colored hair. (If he had dark, it'd have light and vice versa) It promptly begins to mirror everything the original is doing with a similar impish grin on his face.
OOC: As all of my servants are european descendants in a way or another, they speak latin. If another person from an ancient culture of the world dies, like someone from greece, china, india, japan, they'll speak on their own ancient language or form. That applies to any race. I can't picture all of your habilities, but at least some of it. Your Idea about the demons being tormented in nature is quite correct, actually. In hell, everyone suffers. So, it can work. Also, the projection is entirely blue.
"I will keep it in secrecy as you wish. I am most interested in the outcome of this, perhaps, as you are." Yorick listened to Memzak's description of the movie in silence, while with a distant look in his eyes. "Shantih." he said, after a while. "Immortality is such gift for the young, such curse for those who bear it. There comes a time in which you merely want to rest. To sleep, perchance to dream..." He looked all around himself, and nothing but water sorrounded. "I wonder when we will hit land."
Rupert was puzzled. On one side, T9, who was completely ignored. On another side, himself. But different. It was not himself. He moved one arm. The other did the same. He moved a different arm, the other imitated. He laughed. "I am a big fat dumb!", the apparition shouted. And the other imitated, inciting laughs from the child. He made various other projections appear around the single copycat, making a circle, and they danced around it, while the copycat danced in the middle. Another single copy of himself, however, went towards T9 with a serious look in his face. "You need to listen to me. I might have something that can interest you. Don't you have an army? I can give you another one, but not a single of my soldiers will be needed." He went back to the shadows, and took a glass object, a small container. "This will give you infinite soldiers. Wouldn't it be fun?"
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
OOC: Oh goodie, that works out wonderfully. The scour for latin finally came to an end after the part of me dedicated to the task found a large burial ground belonging to ancient scholars. Once all their souls were absorbed I was fully fluent in Latin. Their souls were one of the many that I had consumed. It has turned me into a monster, yet something more powerful then predicted, but ancient stories must stay ancient while new stories must be lived. Due to my sudden focus on the past, I turned very silent and pensive to those around me. When I came back to myself I noticed that I had been mellowed by what Yorick said.
"I'd say we'd get there soon, if I knew where we were headed." I said. Looking in all directions for any sign of land.
The other part of me that was dedicated to the dancing lunatic was requesting more attention again as the other one surrounded my mimic with many of his own. While I would have loved to continue fooling around with him, I decided that I should leave that for another time. I withdrew myself completely from monitoring the child and in a sparkle of red light my apparition disappeared. I also made sure to completely cover my tracks. When the time comes for us to properly meet, we'll meet.
"We are going to a certain 'island', and while I am not quite inside these persons business and motivations, I'd say it must be somewhat near here. Perhaps you could take a quick look? And..." Yorick suddenly turns silent and worried. "I... Too... Live in an island. And island that, as of now, has been left guarded by a sole slave of mine, in the middle of such threats and menaces. I have spent all my portals, and have no way of checking on my home's status... Oh my... I have a bad omen, a certain foreboding about this..." The land seemed a far dream, and the boat moved slow. The undead, peacefully sitting, looked at the floor boat. Then to the sky. And repeated that motion, as if to chase the feeling of boredom they couldn't have.
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
August finally sits up from the map he's been very intently analyzing for the last couple pages.
August: Ah, there you are. How'd you even get here? Gah, nevermind. Too many strange things have happened recently for me to focus on the less strange amongst them. I think T9's focus may be shifting from us, so we're able to start to wake up. Anyone good with mechanics? We gotta fix this machine.
T9 walks up to a very narrow tube in the wall, it appears to be an elevator.
T9: I don't need another army, certainly not one consisting of you.
The glass seals around him.
T9: Now, shoo.
The room (saving the safe zone in which T9 is now locked) decides that this would be a lovely time to catch on fire.
OOC: Ok I'll just make us reach the island. Suddenly, on the horizon land was seen. Seems like we had made it. The boat's landing was smooth and we managed to all get off the boat with no incidents.
"I could try and fix the machine, but guarantee no results. I'm not sure there are many people on this planet who could even understand the machine." I said. I looked around and found a nice tree's shade to sit in. It's always good to relax occasionally.
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OOC: T9 is very very relutant, huh? C'mon, I'm trying to make a villain here, haha
Yorick sighs in relief at the sight of anything but water in his sorroundings. "What a lovely piece of land had we found", he said quietly but audibly, as if forgetting that the enemy lies on that very isle. After a moment of relax, he says "My knowledge of such electronic apparatus is scarce. I am not certain if I could fix this machine. Perhaps, If we three work together, we might find a way to repair it, or another viable solution". The boat stops softly on the sand, and quickly, everyone leaves the ship. "But before everything, there are things we must do. We must set ourselves up, find shelter, rest. I need ingredients, which fortunately seem to be found in all islands nearby with certain ease. I am in no particular need of food, however, I do need... Other things... Which I will seek now." Yorick walks slower now. He calls for an undead. "Sequitur me", and the undead, slithering in his steps, follows, carrying his sword. "I am going to find ingredients, metals, herbs, plants, such things. Expect me in some hours. If anything serious happens, August, remember the yellow elixir. Drink it without hesitation. You may also practice your reading abilities in the newly formed undead, which will be far less hostile." Yorick goes off to the insides of the island, in the jungle.
The ghost disappears, and reappears behind T9 in his safe zone. "You do realize that you are just destroying your own things, don't you? Why are you so withdrawn?", and tenderly smiled to the madman.
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
August: He... does know that the island there is packed with Nonjas? Be stealthy! Don't lead them to us if you get caught! Anyway, this machine. I think the bullet hit it over here. Oh, wait... Hm, that's odd. It seems it only broke one wire. I really doubt it would be a good idea to reconnect them manually, at this point. We need to somehow reconnect them without touching the live current. If we turn the generator off, I'm not sure we'll have enough fuel to get it started again.
T9: All rooms are designed to be safely purged with fire. It helps whenever my slav-- er, Nonjas, decide that they want to have a little rebellion and I'm not focused enough to quash them immediately. Anyway, you obviously aren't going away, so what is your offer?
"Oh? Only one wire that has to be connected, but cannot be connected by hand due to the large current?" I said while I stood up from my shady spot. I walked over to the device and peered at it's bullet wound.
"Seems like the best thing could do would be to solder the two wires together... pity we don't have a soldering iron... Well if it's broken anyway, why don't we switch it off and try and fix it by hand? He doesn't seem able to affect the Alchemist... Actually he doesn't seem to be able to affect me either... Which leaves only you and Martin... say, where's that quantity manipulator gone? He would be very useful right about now." I said.
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Yorick goes inside the forest, accompanied by his minion. After a few minutes of searching, he starts to gather herbal components for his dark blue serum, the most vital thing he needed for the time being. Gathering a large quantity of a certain root that excretes a bright red liquid, and a plant similar to grass with a strong mold-like smell, he piles both of them up next to a rock, and, from his bag, picks a gourd-like object and puts it on the other side, next to the rock. He puts a fistful of the root and grass mix on the gourd, and mashes them with the handle of the dagger, making a thick dark paste. He picks some water from a nearby pond, and mixes with the paste, making the paste more liquid, but still dark. He stands up, and with his dagger, draws a pentagram, putting the gourd in the middle. "Introibo ad altare dei, haereticus magicae, et afferte mihi aquas Lethes!". The elixir glows red with an intense light, and finally, stops, becoming a transparent dark blue. He puts the mix in 10 separate vials, drinking one and giving to his servant another. He quickly comes back, in almost 1 hour. While on his way back, he finds a silvery shard on the ground. He picks it up, examines, and smiles, putting it in his pocket and running back to the team. Yorick finds everyone centered around the machine, and calls for attention. When everyone looks back, he raises the shard. "Tungsten."
Rupert laughs. "Finally! Well, well, let me start, then. Let's suppose that, say, 20 of your precious puppets have been... Uh... Killed. Would it be more lucrative to recruit another 20 soldiers or simply reuse those that you already have? Well then, gather your scientists, and tell them to take a look at this thing that I have here, this glass. And for the potion of brainless-zombie-immortal-soldier-dolls, I request only to stay by your side." The phantom pretends to hug the evil man, only to pass directly through him, laughing.
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
"Well, we could always knock you out until the danger has passed. Although, he might start messing with your dreams then..." I said absent-mindedly...
It was then Ima exploded. It is always fun to watch something explode and reform. I turned around to see Yorick return with something metallic in his hand. Tungsten.
"Perhaps we could use this to fix the wire? It would be perfect, the only problem being we'd still be electrocuted." I said to everyone as Yorick came into hearing range. Yorick also seemed to have a sense of youthfulness about him... or it was my imagination acting up...
OOC: Being threatened by poison while poison immune... lolage.
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Post by AlchmistFaust on Jul 10, 2012 19:46:02 GMT
"Let's see, which things are poor electricity and heat conductors? Basically almost everything that isn't metal. Wood, rubber, plastic... Even diamond. Bismuth... Asbestos! Where could we find asbestos? To make diamond, we would need graphite. If I only had the damned philosopher's stone!" Yorick said loudly, and a fit of excitement. "However... Let's consider for a moment. Tungsten is a pretty rare metal. Why would a shard simply... Be there? There seems to be something that is not quite right about this", He states in a pensive way. Quickly turning back after a moment, he proceeds to distribute the vials to his risen servants. "Bibere omnes", he says to each one. They drink, and their slurred walk turns a little more human, although still very imperfect. "Stare", he orders, and they remain perfectly still, as if soldiers. "I could use one of my undead to fix this, however, I doubt he would have the precision, even if I command his every movement". He sits down, with criss-crossed legs, thinking. Something is then heard on the woods.
OOC: What if the poisoner doesn't know he is immune to poison?
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
OOC: Ssh, it's just that T9 didn't know about it and assumed it would work. Also, Tesla Water.
August (quietly): What's Tesla Water?
OOC: It's a term I use for a general plot device, originating from N:GI, in which M4... you know what, this is in an alternate universe of your future. It is irrelevant to you.
August: If it's concentration you need, I can fix that.
T9: Ah, by my side, hm? Why don't we meet in person, then talk? I'm assuming that potion is just as incorporeal as you seem to be.
"In person? Really? Would you also like to, I don't know, throw me in a pool of acid?" Rupert chuckles "That potion isn't just as incorporeal. You destroyed a vial when you... Uh... Destroyed you own room. Silly silly thing. I'm by your side right now! And for everyone's happiness, I have some more of that thing. I just need your approval. Yes or no, yes or no, yes or no??"
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "