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Post by Hoddmimis on Dec 14, 2015 22:18:15 GMT
Emergency deployment request received.
Authorization received.
Available Hoddmimis serial model P-32 assigned.
Authorization approved, unit released. The small red uniformed figure ran through the hallways. With nary a word it went to the armory and retrieved it's halberd, opting to leave behind the shield due to the specifications of her assignment. Though bulky, her slender figure comfortably carried the poleweapon as she once again broke into a run to the Ray Shifting Room. It was a familiar sight, so were the insides of the sarcophagi like transporter. She and her kind had been used as the initial field testers for the Ray Shift functioning and though many of the Hoddmimis had not survive the initial tests, she was among those lucky few that did. However, once Provisional Masters had started being drafted and the true operations for Chaldea were assigned to those agents while she like most of her brethren were relegated to support roles or for secondary operations for the organization. Her anticipation was great, she was fulfilling her main directive at the moment and that gave this excited the minute Pyrrha. However, all these was not evident upon looking on her face. Among those of her series, she was a model that had a flaw in being unable to properly express physically her emotions though unlike those of the Manus line, while she might seem robotical and artificial in behavior, she was very much as emotional as the other Pyrrha. The sensation of the rayshift was more pleasant than she remembered. The sight of the ruined Fuyuki brought pulled very little emotional strings on her. Instead, her mind and mouth ran through her directives. "Reminder, transport Probe Device to the designated park. Protect device while information is gathered."Right on cue the Diviner Probe began to manifest. The small Hommunculi armed with a pole arm, waited on standby for the Servants to be summoned. "Secondary objective, support Servants." she spoke in a monotone way, given her appearance and speech, it gave a doll like aura. The tiny girl of silvery hair in the red military uniform planted the button of her pole-arm on the ground. "Greetings, I am Hoddmimis P-32 please refer to this unit as Pyrrha, I am at your service." |
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Post by Naayééʼ Neizghání on Dec 15, 2015 20:22:18 GMT
Wrong.
Everything was so... wrong.
The earth cried out in agony, the wind howled with the despair of a thousand souls lost forever. Everywhere around them, the spirits of the world usually so full of life seemed in a quiet despair, morbid and unfeeling. It was disgusting. Assassin's innards curled the second she materialized, and she felt herself near vomiting. What an awful atmosphere. This was the end of days? What a tragedy. Disgusting, in every sense of the world. She could hardly stand just existing her, it was a rejection of everything she knew.
Maybe this wasn't such a great idea.
Shaking her head, her will hardened. She had faced down death itself, she could push through this, for the sake of everything she had left. She had too, at this point. But she didn't have to like it. Best to complete this mission and return as quickly as possible. Such a vile environment made her skin crawl.
"Pyrhha? I suppose there is a meaning there I am missing. You may call me whatever you wish, although my name is Naayééʼ Neizghání. Assassin won't do, there are too many that fit the title."
She turned her attention towards her "master", although she used the term loosely. She could not deign herself to submit to any as an authority that had not proved themselves, but she had to admit they were a current necessity. Without Prana, Assassin would have an incredibly difficult time fighting in the desolate landscape. She placed one hand onto the probe that manifested with them, looking it up and down.
"I suppose one of us must carry this, no?"
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Post by Aìfe on Dec 15, 2015 20:59:35 GMT
Materialization... finally. Had taken them long enough. Not to think what would have happened if she'd had to sit in this godforsaken place any longer. Nothing... there was nothing there and pointlessness, weakness where you looked. Fake heroes, self acclaimed saviors and worse. Patronizing little shitstains on the face of the earth that she has no business wiping off it if they did not try to get all up in her face. Still... this was... hardly an improvement.
"THERE'S NOTHING FUCKING TO FIGHT!" Aoife let out in a way of greeting, performing a gesture one would roughly use when flipping a table. Except there was no table, so Aoife just threw her arms up in evident disappointment, pointing at the desolate area surrounding her. It looked like a battlefield, it smelled like a battlefield, but there was literally -nothing- here that would or could possibly be of any remote interest to her. Why the fuck -were- they even here again?! Her expression fairly disconcerted, if not to say rather -absolutely livid-, the warrior woman turned to their... master... only to prompty turn her angry face into one of scrutiny, as she looked at... that.
"-tha fuck are you?" she prompted the Homunculus. Only to get the... name... if that counted as a name, of the weird little pale thing. "U-hu." She let out as it responded, before following up with:"Up front, if you get in the way or slow us down, I will turn you into a literal backpack and tie you to that thing!" She pointed at the probe. "No limbs needed." Nodding with a rather neutral expression, to confirm the Pyrrha had understood, she then turned to the Assassin... whoever that was, they did not look well.
"Naayee right? I'll carry it, since you look weak, you move with the baggage." making a vague gesture towards Pyrrha, Aoife stepped closer to the diviner probe herself, just sort of waving her hand to shoo the Assassin away, before shouldering the probe without an apparent strain, as if carrying a log or an halberd, or something of similar design. "Wha- really? Can't the pint carry that?" Pointing at Pyrrha once more, Aoife clacked her tongue in apparent annoyance, waiting for a reply from the white thingy, staring at it with the compassion of some front bumpers staring down deer.
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Post by Hoddmimis on Dec 23, 2015 21:37:15 GMT
"Understood, Naayéé. Referring to names will not pose danger in this situation." Then Pyrrha stopped talking, her youthful eyes and expression blankly stared at Berserker's outburst. It confused the Homunculi, it had never been verbally treated in this form so the situation was new to the artificial master. The Homunculi did not feel insulted but it was puzzled and what logic drives she had was trying to come up with a solution to this fault, because if the Servant was displeased with her it was her fault, that is what she honestly believed.
"Do not be concerned, my model is designed for physical superiority over the average human." As if emphasizing the point, the small Homunculus easily swung and reared back the Halberd which no average person would be able to even lift. "Affirmation, I will do my outmost to not fall behind." Pyrrha finished speaking in her monotone like tone.
"The park is further down that street. Two blocks by the riverside." She pointed in the direction where they should be headed.
"Naayéé, scout the surroundings. While, we move on ahead."
The area would have turned up the completely and utterly devoid of life. The streets were eerily quiet save for the roaring of the distant flames and the occasional crumbling of buildings in the far off distance. There weren't Ghouls to be found and the wraiths on the skies were swarming other areas.
In this hellish apocalypse there was not a soul to be found by the riverside...
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Post by Naayééʼ Neizghání on Dec 25, 2015 22:36:06 GMT
"It is appreciated, but it is Naayééʼ Neizghání, not Naayééʼ--"
The Native American servant was cut off by the rather loud intrusion of Berserker, loudly complaining about a lack of anything to fight. Turning to look at her pointedly, the Assassin very seriously began to regret taking this mission on with a berserker. Loud, obnoxious, and bothersome was the assumption that came with the class, and so far their companion had managed to hit every single mark. Still, that could be turned to the Assassin's advantage. The most boisterous she was, the easier it would be for Naayééʼ Neizghání to move about undetected, and actually accomplish their mission while Berserker did... whatever it is Berserker was going to do. She did not expect it to be very helpful.
Again, just like the Homonculus, the berserker referred to her by only the first part of her name. While most societies worked on a first name and last name basis and this would be quite acceptable, this was not the case for the Assassin class Servant. Names had meaning, and calling her only "Naayééʼ" was the same as calling her an Alien Monster. Both parts of the name were very important, but more so was the latter part. She could deal with just being called Neizghání, but referring to her just as Naayééʼ was insulting.
But for now, she would simply simmer in silence as the berserker insulted her further, questioning her strength.
She almost wrestled the rude servant into submission right then and there, but decided to refrain. Not the time or place for such things. Given that, she also completely disregarded the advice of the berserker, instead deferring to the orders their Master provided. Let the braggart be the packmule, Assassin had better things to do.
"Understood. I will move ahead and scout the area. Wildebeest Woman, stay with Master of Many Faces and ensure their survival."
Before they'd have a chance to question her on the spot naming of the two of them, Assassin would slip away into presence concealment, moving swiftly away and ahead of the two. And finding... well, a whole lot of nothing. The ghoul presence in the area was non-existent, and every specter she saw seemed to have something else on it's mind, skirting far and away from them.
It was almost too convenient.
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Post by Aìfe on Dec 30, 2015 17:35:34 GMT
Looking at the homunculus with a mixture of disgust and curiosity, Aoife considered the situation and thought it to be absoluted valid, to have the pint-sized one carry this. So without much delay, she shoved the Diviner Probe into the Homunculus direction:"Good, if you are made for being strong, then you can carry it! I'll make sure nobody kills you pale little ass..." materializing her hammer with the same words Aoife looked back to Naayee or whatever, snorting in annoyance over her petty little naming issues. Right... if it could barely be pronunced it was not worth the effort, her own fault for taking on such a pointlessly convoluted sobriquet. Her own was much simpler...
"I'll stick with Naayee, the full thing is too long and the last bit too difficult to pronunce. Bear with it..." shrugging, Aoife shook her head in disappointment. Petty little things everywhere. Probably could not even handle herself properly in an even half-way decent fight. Rub 'er 'eads through the ground, give them a poundin' and done. One waste of flesh less in this world... groaning to herself in displeasure, Aoife's muscles twitched for a second as she suppressed her rage, before moving in the direction the homunculus pointed. Well at least one of the two miscreants would stop being as annoying, seeing as she was to move around on her own. Good enough...
But buggered hell... this was boring! Nothing at all around, this was calmer than a camp full of poisoned corpses! What in the hell went through these people's heads when they did that... such a bunch of shit. Nothing... moving... other than them. There was -nothing- everywhere, to fight. Patting her thigh audibly with her hammer, Aoife tipped her foot, looking around with increasing frustration... this was... ridiculous. They were almost half way there... marching through this burnt littke shitstain of a city, with loads of things to kill in the distance, but -nothing- immediately before them. Such... bollocks... "Gaaaah..." the warrior finally let out, a guttural roar leaving her throat, before turning into her usual, displeased voice. "Why is nothing here?!" making a vague gestures towards her surroundings, Aoife did not so much ask the homunculus, as just herself... even so she'd better answer, else she'd freaking punch its arm off, OUT OF BOREDOM!
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Post by Chaldea-san on Dec 30, 2015 18:40:23 GMT
An unsettling sound in the distance
The nervous burbling of thick, red, water
Could this sound even be heard by their prey?
The firstborn nest moved quickly underneath the surface.
They were perceptive and had chosen their targets already
Vision meant little when the energy they released was such a beacon.
Three red darts, flew out of the waters, high into the air like arrows being shot from the river itself. They had gained much speed and were now falling, viciously aimed at the Master. As they drew closer their faint figure could be perceived. The thing being shot at them was not solid, but liquid, and it clearly possessed a mind of it's own.
Not one, or two, but three of these firstborn had jumped out to get them, and they were committed to erasing their targets. |
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Post by Hoddmimis on Jan 1, 2016 22:30:38 GMT
"Understood." The Homunculus provided no resistance to Berserker's sudden change. It was it's subservient nature that made accept the irrational behavior of her Servant. The little Pyrrha twirled the long pole-weapon and accommodated herself to lift the Diviner Probe.
It was an uncomfortable load to lift not so much due to the weight but due the size difference between her and the machine, plus the addition of her Halberd made the initial lifting uncomfortable. Regardless dutifully she managed and albeit slowly to make her way to the park by the side of the river. Truthfully what little cynicism within her, expected to be ambushed on the way there. But the streets and the ruined buildings around her where barren, empty.
There was nothing.
But something felt wrong.
Pyrrha sat down the Diviner Probe with an audible heaving breath. But without so much as a pause. "Initiating Scan, watch over the area please." The Homunculi sat her weapon aside and proceeded to open the computer panel of the Probe and turned it on.
Then something splashed out of the water. The little Homunculus jerked her head around while simultaneously readying for combat. "Enemies detected." She was surprised, this kind of enemy was not in the database and therefor unknown. "Unknown enemies, Berserker intercept. Assassin provide support!"
Inwardly her blood was pumping. To a Pyrrha battle meant that they were fulfilling their purpose, being in danger was a sensation that felt good to them, it made them to their creator's view somewhat suicidal. But if it worked for Chaldea and for their expressed goals, her creator couldn't complain.
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Post by Naayééʼ Neizghání on Jan 4, 2016 21:22:19 GMT
Assassin had planned to ditch her companions, really. Just move away and scout the perimeter while they lounged about next to the probe, and hopefully dispatch any threats before her companions even saw them. She was used to flying solo as it were. All of her major accomplishments, save the ones at the beginning, were done Lone Wolf anyway, so it was nothing new. But as soon as she had put some distance between her and the two she came with, she felt something wrong. Like something was trying to speak to her. So she paused, and knelt.
And listened.
Listened to the earth as it groaned and whined beneath her, grumbling it's displeasure as the corruption coursing through it. But it had nothing to tell her. The wind howled in her ear, rambling about the horrors it had witnessed, the great destruction that blew it too and fro and left everything it touched corroded and hollow. But it too, said nothing to her. It was a far off voice that whispered a warning, that spoke of danger. Assassin turned her head. It was almost soft, a muted choke of air, rasping out a faint cry to the Assassin.
The water.
Sprinting back where she'd come from, Assassin arrived just in time to see three Serpents explode out of the water, sailing directly for their Master. In a way, the unexpected turn of enemy was a good and bad thing. Bad because Assassin knew next to nothing about their foe, besides what she could discern from a glance. Good, because they were monsters, unlike the ghouls and spirits that were reported to inhabit this place. And Assassin excelled at slaying monsters.
Still concealed in the shadows, the native american Servant drew her bow and fired at the encroaching servants. A single arrow pierced the lead serpent, sending it spiraling to the ground. Wounded, but clearly alive. A hole had been blown through the creature, but it reformed quickly, as if made of living muck. Worse still, the arrow that had been fired through the creature, now covered in the liquid remains of the beast, melted quickly, dissolving into muck within moments of passing through the creature.
"Be warned, do not touch these creatures. They seem to be acidic or corrosive in nature."
Assassin drew another two arrows swiftly. One grazed the lead creature, dazing it in the air as it reformed it's lost flesh and halting it's advance a few feet in front of their Master. The other struck the downed serpent again, blowing another useless hole in the creature, this time directly below it's head. Still, it seemed to begin to reform almost immediately, taking but a few moments to re-attach it's writhing length to the separated head of the beast. This might be troublesome.
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Post by Aìfe on Jan 12, 2016 14:45:20 GMT
Finally some action! Aoife smiled nastily when the snakes attacked, Aoife remained motionless, simply observing the way these things moved as they closed in. The arrows of Assassin in turn gave further hints as to the rough nature of these creatures... they were monsters that could not just be slaughtered however you wanted to. But anything could die, anything at all... you just had to find a weakpoint. Well...
Watching the lead serpent off balance, Aoife almost unattentively smashed the side of its head with her hammer, not hard enough to make it burst, only with enough momentum to send the serpent spiralling to their left like a paper-snake. The Berserker's eyes were locked on the downed snake, whose head had almost been seperated from the body... but not completely. Welp... time to go literal and cut off the head of the snake.
She'd seek to give her master a slight shove to get her out of the immediate range of the serpents, before surging forward with blinding speed, the spur of her hammer describing an arc, as it severed the serpent's head completely. The body kept twitching, moving and squirming around before falling apart... yet the head kept regenerating, as if to form a new body. "Hoh..." Aoife let out, before darting to the side as the third snake surged down on her location, crushing the ground as it collided with it viciously.
"THEY START BY THE HEAD!" Aoife then let out, not specifying what the hell she could possibly mean by that, swaying to the left to evade a stream of black goo shot her way... wouldn't be nice to get corroded after all, if what Assassin said was, in fact, true. Time to test her theory then. Without hesitating much further, Aoife hurled herself into the air, twisting around her own axis, before bringing her hammer down on the center of the downed snake, which had half a body already by now, the immense shockwave her hammer created blasting away the other serpent as well, while the semi regenerated body just blew apart... the head however was sailing through the air. "Shoot that!" Aoife then yelled pointing at the head, while intercepting the serpent she had sent twirling over to the left, before it could reach their master, pinning it to a wall with the spur of her hammer, to keep it locked down for a bit.
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