The Droidmaker [Open]

Sun Jan 28, 2018 10:16 am

The Mechanical Guardian

Angel

Song: N/a STUFF - Artist: N/A STUFF - Words: N/A

In a lab, behind closed doors, hidden away in one of areas within the Vanguard’s command, the girl was hard at work. Music echoed all around her as the mixture of jazz and instrumental music created a soothing and fitting tune to work with. Given the large amounts of spiritual energy all around her, Angel wasn’t effectively lost. The resonance of spiritual energy allowed her to get a relatively good mental picture of her surroundings despite her lack of sight. Still, though the music wasn’t needed it was certainly welcomed. She liked it. While the doll did indeed enjoy working alone and at peace, her office, if it could be called that, wasn’t beyond anyone’s reach. She welcomed visitors, specially inquisitive ones. It stood to reason that some would question her position. After all, even if they acknowledged her merits and the expertise that made her a perfect fit for Lead Researcher of the Combine, some were bound to be wary of Tsubine’s first appointment since some were wary of her to begin with.

The artificial girl wasn’t out of the loop with the turmoil within the higher echelons of the organization; she was very well acquainted with the issues. However, she was also smart enough to know that her input would not be decisive in the minds of people that had a predisposed way of thinking, not bound to be changed easily. That didn’t mean she stood for one or the other. The girl had sought to join the Vanguard because she believed in their ideals and because it felt like her calling. Should anyone come asking Angel for her opinion she would certainly make it known, but she wouldn’t go out of her way for it. There was far too much work to do, and very little time. Fashioning several outfits of the same kind of construct as her dress, the girl managed to replicate its peculiarities while having the choice of wearing other articles of clothing besides just the dresses. Although just as formal as her typical dress, the outfit seemed more fitting of the place, even if more tomboyish. A buttoned collared white shirt under a dark grey jacket , and black shorts. The outfit only made even more fitting by the black thighs, blindfold, gloves, and heels that finished the look.

All around her, the tables were littered with a plethora of gizmos and gadgets. There were rotating gears, wiring attached to several batteries, and even pieces of different droids laying about. She was submerged into her work and it showed. With several working prototypes in mind, the girl had some ideas that were about to come to fruition, and some that would take just a bit longer to realize. By her hands, a peculiar droid’s head was held, likely the focus of her next endeavors. It was a rather human looking droid’s head, with a silvery white front, and an extremely tough see through back to looked into several thin and thick sublayers of wiring meant for some kind of energy transport to be fitted within. That’s when she noticed, the energy and the sounds that marked the presence of someone just outside her door. Given the peculiar nature of her clothes, her spiritual energy should’ve been suppressed enough to make someone believe the place was empty as that was her intention. However most in the know would be aware that find Angel one needed to go there. And though she was blind, her other senses as well as the technological marvel that was her blindfold allowed her to perceive and create mental images of her surroundings despite her lack of sight.

”Come on in. What can I do for you?”

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Sun Feb 04, 2018 2:30 pm

Artist: Cynic - Song: Karma's Plight - Word Count: N/A

Shifting and turning, the gears of The Vanguard were moving towards change was the year progressed into 2418. Conflict brew within the powers that be within the faction, but that only meant that further growth could be acquired in the mind of The Initiative's Leader: Radioactive. He was on the war path to help unite his brethern and sistern which called this group their home. As he found a family within this gathering of people, and he'd rather not see it be taken away by petty beckering over who should lead and who shouldn't. They didn't have the luxury to sit back and fight among themselves as the world continuted to think of them as a joke.

Thus, it's why The Nuclear Beast found himself wandering the metallic halls of the compound until he came across an interesting sight: a young woman in what appeared to be a lab.

Seeing this silver-haired girl busy with her craft intrigued him since he wasn't too tech-savvy himself, but he understood that these types usually contributed to the power of an army by empowering those without the raw strength he possessed, gave ingenuity in the form of using technology to overcome limitations and otherwise helped to even the odds with their intellect. So, to him, it couldn't hurt to see what she was up to, probe her mind and maybe even see if there was anything of value he could give her and, in return, she could give him.

Thus, the dirty-haired seven foot eleven blonde giant came stomping into the room with his baggy, oak colored trousers and shifted his lone gold eye toward the woman as she appeared to be in the zone from what he could tell.

"I take it you are one of the leaders of The Combine? I don't interact too heavily with you lot, but the name is Radioactive and I'm loud ass Master of Arms in the Initiative."

There was then a confident chuckle from his mouth as he was rather proud of his reputation within the Vanguard for being a brute. However, that wasn't all there was to him in his mind and he decided to focus in on the woman ahead of him because of it.

"I came in here to figure out what it is you do for the Vanguard, how you are making us stronger and what we can do as fellow leaders to benefit from one another to help our family. So what is your plan for the year, Droid Girl?"

Sun Feb 04, 2018 2:54 pm

The Mechanical Guardian

Angel

Song: N/a STUFF - Artist: N/A STUFF - Words: N/A

In a rather surprising turn of events, the whole room was filled with spiritual energy. Yet it wasn’t the power, nor the density, not the reputation to whom it belonged that concerned her; it was the amount. As she looked his way, there was a very clear smile on her face. And even while her eyes were blindfolded, it was difficult to discern that the girl experienced a form of happiness or content. Given her unique skills and the implicit engineering behind her blindfold, Angel got a better mental picture of her surroundings, a sort of situational awareness depending both on sound and the amounts of spiritual energy. It was the reason why she felt so lost and vulnerable when around those that were most human, yet closer to its definition when around those farther from its meaning.

”Radioactive, yes. Nice to meet you. My name is Angel, and I’m the new Lead Researcher for the Combine.”

Saying so, the girl would take a few steps forth, slowly, as she raised a hand out and towards him, as if trying to touch him. The sound and his energy made it possible for the girl to understand where he was. However, it didn’t do anything to describe whether his skin was pink or black, or whether his hair was blue or yellow. Had he chosen to step away or slap her hand away, she would have simply discontinued the effort. Otherwise, her hand would have likely been extended farther up enough to touch one of his shoulders.

”Yes, your physical build does indeed translate to what my data details. How interesting.”

Another smile, this time a very subtle one would be drawn on her expression. Angel only knew what was common knowledge to most, and what was detailed on her datachip. She knew of him, but she certainly didn’t know everything about him. The man definitely had qualities she’d like to emulate although under very different parameters. For starters he was thought to possess a level of physical strength very few could achieve. Angel’s physical strength was extremely high as well despite her looks. Absent to knowledge, her former self did possess a great level of physical prowess. And in addition, the artificial body that had become its new form had been specifically engineered to be especially powerful in those categories at the expense of discarding the transformations or phases other shinigami dolls possessed. Moving her hand down and away from him, and towards her side, she continued to answer his questions, and address his concerns.

”I understand that with the most recent change of leadership there are, concerns. My skills and expertise lay in using imagination and ideas to create new and useful technology that can be instrumental and vital to the efforts of the Vanguard. And while I have a few personal working projects in mind, I’d certainly appreciate the input and ideas from those that see battle more than anyone else. I trust my contributions will be notable, if not necessary.”

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Tue Mar 06, 2018 5:33 am

Artist: Silent Descent - Song: Vortex - Word Count: N/A

The Beast didn't seem to pay much attention to the fact the woman was trying to touch him. To Radiaoctive's perception, it seemed as if Angel lacked sight, so if she needed to ground herself to the world around her by embracing the material weight of the objects and people in it, the nuclear giant would allow her to do that.

"If you are a blind, just follow the sound of my voice. And yeah, what I'm saying may come off as crass, but I'm not the best with disabilities despite being one thrown out eye away from joining your company."

Oh right. There was a sense of clarity that washed over Radioactive when he uttered those words out to his Vanguard comrade. He himself only had one eye left and probably needed to guard it better so he wouldn't be lost in the abyss. That would be a tedious thing to combat for him so it was something to take note of.

"And yeah, it's nice to meet you as well. You don't seem like a jackass to me, so you are alright by me."

Though, his lone gold eye set it's sight back on The Droidmaker when she started stating that his physical build matched her details. He just assumed that whatever A.I. or network system she was connected to was feeding her data on what he looked like. So, instead of letting a computer do that, he'd do it himself:

"Yeah, I'm a bit of freak. 7'11, scars over my body, dirty long blonde hair, missing my left eye; so I only got one gold eye looking at ya and some clawed hands. Probably need to update my wardrobe since I'm only wearing some baggy black pants right now."

Hopefully that gave her enough to work on. At any rate, now that the details of himself were given, he focused more so on why he was here: the Vanguard leadership. It was interesting to hear the woman say she was useful in creating new tech as it can turn the tide of a war rather quickly depending on how creative the army was. So someone like her was vital if he was going to make any actions as an acting force in the Vanguard.

"Then tell me: if I were willing to lend my strength and my resources, what exactly in this land could handle a recovery mission to forcibly take back land and how would you go about it with me?"

Straight and to the point, Radioactive knew what he wanted and desired an answer to his ponderings as he was on to something big he felt.

Mon Mar 12, 2018 5:17 pm

The Mechanical Guardian

Angel

Song: N/a STUFF - Artist: N/A STUFF - Words: N/A

The girl listened with pristine and unwavering attention to every word, and to every syllable. There was power and conviction, made as clear in the way he spoke, as in her mental rendition of his physical appearance. Yet, at the same time, there was a calm, benevolent, and soothing aura, deep beneath the surface with a presence that yielded even more respect than that which was allowed to surface, and present and in view to those with sight. The man was an interesting and welcomed enigma. For as powerful and bloodthirsty as no doubt he could be, there was an obvious feeling of care, of dependence, of flames of love of all manners simply waiting, burning, aching to be ignited once more.

”Only one eye you say? Scars, your wardrobe… Do you remember what it was like to see with both of your eyes? Do you remember what it was like when your body had no scars? More importantly, do you remember what it meant for you to go through the suffering of being the way you are today? And was it worth it?”

Angel didn’t want an answer. It wasn’t her place, and he had neither reason nor duty to enlighten her. The questions were for him, and him alone. Memories were the most powerful tool available to any fighter, to any scientist, and to any artist. Memories trumped it all. They could either serve to push a being well beyond their limits or allow them to sink well below their capabilities. Every scar in his body had a story. No doubt losing his eye had one as well. The girl had made a point to purposely avoid collecting data on extremely personal experiences from her comrades; it wasn’t her place. Nonetheless, intellect wasn’t required to know that no one got to the level of power they possessed without sacrificing a lot, and losing a lot more. Despite his lost eye, and his innumerable amounts of scars, she was sure he’d keep them, and endure much more pain if it meant being able to save or bring back certain people that were no longer around him.

Memories meant pain, but they also presented courage, created bravery, and aligned one’s focus. Family, friends, loved ones that were no more. In one way or another every step, good or bad, had its own unique way of shaping the individual, and subconsciously becoming the driving force that perfected one’s craft. Memories were the force that allowed many to continue on, even when the bones ached and their spirits cried out for help. In the end, knowing you do something not just for yourself, but for the memories that made you you, were the true defining qualities of humanity. And in Radioactive, ironic as it may be in someone that was by all intents and purposes, dead, he embodied the feeling of being human, and the sooner he embraced it, the sooner he’d break past what held him, and allowed his sacrifices and his memories to carry him through. Memories were highly precious things, and losing them practically meant losing oneself. With all the power and all the intellect Angel possessed, she’d give it all up just to know who she truly was, and where she fit in the world. Perhaps one day.

”Of course I'm with you. Correct me if I’m wrong, but we’ve no need for firepower. However, against a powerful opponent, our defenses are limited. Our men are limited, and their lives are precious. No doubt each would lay down their lives if asked, but there’s another way.”

Patting him on the arm twice, she’d motion him to follow. At the end of her office there was a small closet. It was opened. The door read, junk, and on the inside there were tools and brooms, and buckets. With a playful and innocent smile she closed the door. Upon doing so, one of her hands was raised, and her palm placed over the wooden frame. Several pulses of white and blue energy were emitted from her arm, causing the door to distort into a reishi like veil that reflected only the two of them, as in a mirror. If Radioactive looked closely, he’d see himself as he was before pain and suffering became a well known acquaintance. Of course, Angel had no means of knowing what was reflected, and it could mean very little, or a whole lot. As for Angel, a much taller woman, made impossible to see due to the light stood where stood. Only a red cape, and long strands of pink hair were visible. It could mean everything, or it could mean nothing. The girl had been the only one to go into the room, so she had always assumed it simple reflected however she looked.

In any case, once inside, the two would see far different working projects than those in her lab. Those were more specific, and more thought out inventions. There were several gadgets, the uses of which seemed largely unknown. There was a variety of droid, ranging from the seemingly useless to some that had a potential to be true battle forces. At a corner, a humanoid robot stood. With a height of around 6’0” ft, it seemed as human as a fully mechanical being could be. They had no soul but were rather powered through reishi cores. None possessed real powerful means of attack beyond reishi and energy waves. However, all that was traded away for incredibly resilient defensive techniques that allowed them to stand up to quite a bit. Essentially, they were easy enough to make, and could take on a lot more punishment, thus keeping their men safe, and allowing them to do their part.

”It doesn’t have to be this. But I believe it's a good starting point. The reishi cores work well. If necessary, I could use your help in creating more powerful housings in order to engineer something truly worthy. With a large enough housing, the future droid could have multiple cores in order to increase its processing power. Chipsets can be added with either the names of Wardens or others as a way to supercede its primary programming if need be. What do you think?”

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Mon Mar 19, 2018 7:25 pm

Artist: Silent Descent - Song: Blood Fucked - Word Count: N/A

Questions didn't disturb Radioactive unless he was in a rush to get something done. If he needed to get straight to war and rip heads off? He'd be irritated by the non-stop barrage of questions shot at him. However, since his mission wasn't super dire, he had time to pull over, smell the roses and explain what all of this crap that world shoved on him felt like.

"I remember having depth perception, that was fucking nice."

There was a chortle that exited the male's mouth when he made light of his own disability. Life was grim, but that didn't mean there was no place for humor in his book. Once you lose the ability to laugh, then you truly become a damned spirit of this world.

"But you'd be bloody surprised how the spiritual body adapts. I've learned to perceive things better through my spiritual presence to make up for that. So I can't say I miss it too heavily."

A pause was taken when the notion of his scars came up. Yeah, most of them meant something to the male, but he wasn't exactly in a rush to explain what each and everyone meant. Not even the little bugger who had taken his eye had a story come out of his mouth yet. To Radioactive, those would come in due time, but for now he'd carry on with a straightforward answer to quell the questions about his scarred body:

"No. I was born into war during The Time of Troubles in Russia. Even my human life didn't see much peace, so as much of a crappy sob story as that sounds, both my mind and body always had these scars in some form or another."

The gentle tapping of his right fist knocking against his head could be heard in the room to further emphasis the point of a form of mental damage done to him over the years. You don't exactly get to live to be in your 800's without taking some kind of emotional and mental hurt. And Radioactive himself wasn't one to shy away from that if there were general interest.

As far as Radioactive was concerned, he'd endure whatever internal turmoil boiled inside of him just like the jarring pain of seeing your flesh melt off from some overpowered freak of nature. In fact, he'd prefer that as those are easier to recover then blows done to the heart, mind, and essence of emotional nature that man's psychological being.

Which is why his lone eye shifted down to Angel before giving her an answer to more of her questions about whether or not this heartache, pain and usffering was worth it all:

"I don't know anymore. That is the honest question. There are days that seem like a cycle of hardship, and other days I can knock the shit out of whatever is in my way. I don't think much about the suffering anymore as there is no way around that in anything in this life, so I accept whatever pain there is and endure."

While his voice remained as gruff as ever, there was a genuine sense of loss felt within himself when he uttered those words. It's why he felt that it was better to invest that feeling into the Vanguard in trying to sort out the mess in this new family he is a part of. As the memories of his former lifetimes are scattered in strife, love, blood, family, unity, pride and an array of endless thought that would drive most men to the brink of heartbreak, agony, torment and mental hell; yet he still finds the inner drive to keep moving forward and putting that pain to use to be a proper founding pillar of this faction.

As, if nothing else, perhaps his infinite struggle could be used to prevent others from losing whatever precious enjoyment they get from others or small things that a world of peace possesses. Even if he himself had taken that very simple pleasure from others by the act of executing countless lives through his existence.

Which is why for awhile Radioactive himself seemed to almost space out before his thoughts quickly grounded himself back to reality. In his final thoughts on that line of questions, he'd add on these grave words:

"And I can't say I don't deserve whatever this type of spiritual, mental, emotional or physical pain I've endured. I ain't an innocent soul, but I don't care much to live the remainder of my life being a jackass either."

With a shrug of his shoulders, the male then followed on with this:

"I'm sure your equipment got a lot of juicy information from the way my spiritual energy was reacting. So let's focus back on that for the time being....."

So, without much complaint, he'd follow the snowy-haired woman toward the end of her office to view what the results of this whole experiment were. While he didn't pay much attention to the cramped quarters, what brought his attention had been the pulsation of an energy radiating from Angel's arm. After this burst of power formed a mirror, the male wondered if he had been seeing things correctly, as Radioactive would have assumed there was a duplicate of himself that was bare from all the trauma, strife and pain his body endured over the years. And in reaction to seeing that visage unfold before him? He could only give a warm chuckled. It was amusing to see what he'd look like if life hadn't taken a sledgehammer and decided to have a fun time bashing every inch of his being with pain.

"I take it without whatever trauma you endured, you'd be an amazoian without strawberry hair? Interesting."

Radioactive took notice of the figure standing in the reflection of Angel's mirror, though he didn't seem to pay it much mind outside of it being odd. There was most likely something more to her story, but the same could be made of every person you met. It was all a matter of just digging deep enough until stories collided if a person was keen on peering beyond the mirror. Or, in Radioactive's case, breaking it until all the goodies shattered out in a sea of broken rewards.

At any rate, his focus shifted for a brief moment toward the other mechanical giants in the room. Apparently, they were just soulless vessels, so he didn't care much to address them with too much of his attention, but he knew she'd need his abnormally high energy to increase the performance she could get out of these guys. So, he'd shrug and just say these blunt words:

"Whatever I can do to help, I don't care. Point me toward the way and I'll throw whatever resources I have at it. Your the brains, I'm the brawn."

With his arms folded, he'd add one more thing before letting her off the hook:

"But tell me: what in the seven dimensions of hell was that reflection we saw? That I'm interested in knowing more about...."

Wed Mar 21, 2018 5:57 pm

The Mechanical Guardian

Angel

Song: N/a STUFF - Artist: N/A STUFF - Words: N/A

Standing shy of a foot away from him, there was no care for proximity or personal space. It wasn’t as much on purpose as it was by mere chance, and uncircumstantial awareness. Despite the rough outline of his figure made possible by the energy and noise that echoed around her, the closer she was, the better she perceived him. Still, despite her own inherent interest, it seemed as though she was kept still by his very words. It was the knowledge and the surprising opinion of her comrade that kept her balanced, without fear of tumbling back or forth.

More human than human. She couldn’t remember if those were words she had imagined or dreamed of, or whether she had truly heard someone speak them. All she knew was that it was among the very first things she ever knew, and in a way, it made sense. Every human, even the spiritual beings of good and evil, and anywhere in between shared that very peculiar distinction. They were an encyclopedia of a myriad of topics that reflected on their own individual emotions, their memories, and their ideals. Radioactive was an imposing man, and no doubt as many feared as respected him. But he seemed to have several different aspects, as everyone else did. His comedic side, either honest or as a means to ease the pain of the conversation was nonetheless there; and his memories. There was very obviously quite a lot to him he wasn’t yet willing to say, and that was okay. The girl had not intended for him to open up and reveal his life story. She had simply planted the seed so that one day, if he chose to, he could begin writing his life as he wanted, and not as he was made to.

”It seems as though injuries of the body and injuries of the mind are very different indeed. The body seems to ache strongly at first, but with time and the right means there’s always a chance at recovery. It seems like the mind, though stable at the very start, continues to deteriorate, and ache chronically until there is nothing left. But I’m glad. I envy you. At least you have the memories of what it was like, your present of how it is, and the conviction to act as you do based on your own experiences.”

The very notion she was speaking about such a subject seemed ironic, and perhaps even hypocritical. How could she talk about physical or mental pain? How could she talk about the pain of being human when she was the furthest thing from it. Her body could feel no pain. There were no nerve endings. It was a reason why not having a sense of sight, and not having a sense of touch had become such an increasing handicap for her. Beyond that, her whole body was synthetic, or so she thought. Artificial limbs, body modifications, a computerized brain. She was as far from human as one could get. Despite the negative and positive aspects of her circumstances, she’d trade all the good away to be able to see, yet be missing an eye like he was. She’d trade her looks away to be full of scars, and feel them. She’d trade her sensible and eased mind for all his pain and all of his troubled past, and experience them. It wasn’t at all a way to demean his pain; quite the contrary. She wanted to feel. Love, pain, hatred, care, belonging, depression, happiness. No sensible person would want to feel the negative emotions when they could experience only the positive ones. But for someone that had never felt anything, feeling good, and feeling bad would be bliss. In her own personal quest for her own self worth, Angel had wanted to try to be as human as she possibly could. Her intellect and her experiments helped others. Each and every day she tried her very best to make other’s life a bit better even at the expense of her own time. After all, she believed that sacrifice was the most human thing she could ever do.

“The droids are certainly sturdy, but they could use a lot more work. If we’re trying to create beings who can take unreal amounts of physical damage, you’re the natural choice. There’s no doubt you have the physical strength to put them to the test, and improve on the models. I’ve made some progress in technology that could help update them as needed.”

There was no doubt that the droids already were incredibly sturdy. They were certainly capable of facing up to very powerful energy and physical attacks and remain largely unscathed. It was of course in return for giving essentially most offensive capabilities. Even then, in a forced encounter with Radioactive, sooner or later he could smash them to pieces. If she continued to work on them, improving their defenses, and updating their combat mechanisms, perhaps they could get to a point where even Radioactive would have difficulty damaging one. If that came to be, there was no doubt the Vanguard’s enemies would have difficulty destroying them, and getting through to the soldiers. Recently, the doll had managed to synthesize a nano reishi power core into a diminutive ectoplasm the size of a grain of rice. By maintaining a stable source of power and reducing the overall size she could work forth to expanding the potential of the droids. It wasn’t unlike computing technology becoming smaller and smaller while retaining its power, further pushing the envelope further. It was then that man said something rather odd and unsettling, effectively knocking her out of her current train of thought.

“Strawberry hair? No, it must be a malfunction. It is an interesting piece of technology. I was told it was legacy; the work of someone that came before me, and I simply finished it. The energy mirror is fueled by the spiritual power of those in its direct vicinity. It doesn’t reflect the body, but rather the soul. That’s why not everyone would likely see themselves as they are at the time being. If a droid like myself stood there, there would be nothing as there’s no soul. How did you look?”

It had to have been a malfunction. Right? Somehow, part of her didn’t want to find out while the other ached for the knowledge. Had he actually seen someone standing where she was? Perhaps it acted as a regular mirror for those without soul. But then why hadn’t he seen her as she was if that was the case… She didn’t know anyone with strawberry hair. As far as Angel was concerned, she was mady by Tsubasa as a fully synthetic doll, meant to simply enjoy her freedom and do as she pleased; to follow her dreams. In reality, the former Captain of the R&D, Crystal, was a highly intelligent and devoted girl that had become disheartened in her own failure to leave a legacy, and pushed to try and leave her mark. After becoming the very best experiment she ever performed and granting a new life for herself, fate would have it in store that she’d remember nothing of her life, of her work, of her memory, or friends. Nothing. Angel, the same woman, was on a new quest to do all her unknowing self never could. And ultimately, she wished to find out she was more than a piece of metal. She wanted to be human, she wanted to remember and make memories. She wanted to care and be remembered. She wanted to be, more human than human.

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Sun Jun 03, 2018 8:09 pm

Artist: N/A - Song: Take The Lead Word Count: N/A

"If you are lacking your own memories, there are ways to get them back. Nothing is lost forever in this world. Even if something is destroyed, what remains of it always finds a way back."

Radioactive assumed there was something going on with the brain of this droid girl. The instincts within him were strong and he lived a long enough life to comprehend when something was up. As far as he was concerned, the spirit of The Droidmaker was in trouble itself and needed something to snap it's mind back into proper working order. For now, however, his lone gold eye turned its attention toward the droids.

"If you have some type of core that I can inject my energy into it, I'll gladly fill these bastards up with my venomous punch of power. If nothing else, the energy produced by this vile body of mine is enough to make entire weapons for Russia that can take out continents the world pisses us off. So who knows what will happen if I focus on these droids...."

While holding out his right hand, Radioactive gave a chortle of laughter before igniting it with a bright amber light. In it was a source of ripe nuclear energy infused together with his raw spiritual power in order to make a dense collection of fuel within the palm of his hands. It took many centuries to even get this much control so that the shinigami didn't blow this whole damn facility to smithereens. So he was rather proud of himself with the fine control he had learned before turning his gaze back to the pale haired woman in front of him.

"I'm also not scared to volunteer genetic samples, but I'd imagine those are harder to replicate my body's structure given I was already experimented on by another fucked up scientist. So the energy route is simpler in my mind."

After Radioactive finished with his speaking, he did seem to notice that something was off with Angel. The woman's aura felt as if she had seen a ghost or something. But, given the nature that the two of them were as shinigami, it was natural to expect freaky and messed up things to occur to them. Their entire existence was one that was abnormal, supernatural and filled with abstract realities. Being freaked out by pink-haired figure appearing back in a mere mirror was low on Radioactive's list of fucked up things that have taken place in his life.

"As I said before, whatever is in your heart, mind or soul is trying to come back to you. I ain't-a super mystical guy, but I'll be damned if I ignore the reality I live in. I know what I saw and I know that we are spirits living in a supernatural world. So based on that knowledge, something is calling out to you and we just have to figure out what it is."

The male would then place his hand firmly on her head as he figured something was lurking inside of the woman that needed to either be ripped, discovered or filled. Honestly, he wasn't a bloody detective or anything, but he didn't need to be when all these abnormalities were popping up one after another with this chick.

"Anyway, if you are worried about me, I just saw someone with fewer battle scars and looked a hell of a lot happier than myself. I'd assume it's my pure spirit or some shit without all the abuse I've suffered in my life."

Radioactive then let go of his left hand away from her head before looking back at his right hand. There was one urgent matter he forgot to address before the two of them got caught up in their separate feelings...

"Also, before I forget: is there some sort of container or process we have to go through to make sure this energy doesn't blow your droids, or for that matter, this facility, to pieces?"

Wed Jun 06, 2018 11:57 am

The Mechanical Guardian

Angel

Song: N/a STUFF - Artist: N/A STUFF - Words: N/A

His intentions were true to the way he spoke, and loyal to the nature and the charisma he radiated. For the first time however, Angel wasn’t sure what the right answer should be, and if it was wise to try and answer it at all. Typically, mysteries were only puzzles waiting to be solved. Her intellect and ingenuity had thus far allowed her to crack thoughts and questions that had troubled many for centuries. In more ways than one, she had helped a lot of people with science so that their lives would be better. Though her job was highly reliant on technology and robotics, her specialty was with people. She simply wanted to help, and make the world around her a better place. She knew the memories of the self, those she had at the present time would be long gone when she met her end. Whatever words she spoke to him would be forgotten then. Any help she could provide could last a bit longer in regards to its impact but most things eventually faded from memory; and when everything and everyone had forgotten you, the existence that never was, was it ever even there to begin with?

”I don’t know how to.”

It was the very first time she had said those words. Out of all people, she was the last she could ever think to say such a thing. The girl always had the way, the means, and the will to see through complications most had given up on. Still, Angel had her own inner conflict. Droids were, by most obvious definitions, unnatural. Almost no one could consider them human since they lacked the one thing that made Humans and the other races so valuable, a soul. And while Angel possessed the knowledge and the means to make Shinigami Dolls, the fusion of a living soul and a machine, it didn’t seem to be the case with her. All she remembered was her life as a metal tool. She lived in a sort of ironic and positively hypocritical game. She worshipped the uniqueness of life. She valued the worth of humans who in their own finite and weak existences made the decision to move forth and be happy. She envied their will and their decision to live their life as they wished despite the outcome. At the very end, they knew who they were and where they came from… and whether they decided to feel joy or anguish, they had to freedom to be happy. On one side Angel argued for the fact that she was just a machine, and that it was people that needed attention. On the other she struggled to hold on to the illusion that she was more than just scrap metal. She held onto the hope that she meant something in the universe to someone other than herself. The real hurdle was admitting she deserved the value she so eagerly clung to.

”Here… This fusion coil was made for just such an occasion. It should be more than enough to safely store that energy. As for the genetic samples, I’d be glad to take a few. We could see what can be made from that in the future.”

The fusion core was retrieved from a half finished droid to the side of her table. Unlike the rest of the dual cores or nano reishi cores, this one was built differently. It still possessed some of the same reishi conversion, and energy efficient design, but there was more. Its construction was made specifically to hold very large and dense amounts of energy without ill effect. It was meant to form a sort of super conductor container that could feed a larger network or operating system like that of an elite battle droid. Such a core, along with the more recent technological developments could finally create the sort of battle droids the Vanguard needed to take a noticeable step forward against the growing threats of their enemies. Even as she said this, the woman was still very much troubled by the earlier conversation until he placed his hand over head. It was strangely calming. She couldn’t feel any sort of change in his energy or any real technique at play. No. She simply liked it. It was displayed in a form of soft, subtle, but still noticeably gentle smile. But why? Was she grateful or thankful? Did that mean she had something to be sorry or sad about, and what did that mean for her persona or her programming? Regardless, she shook her head momentarily after he had taken his hand off. And placing the filled core on the other side of the table, she quickly tried to get a hold of his hand with both of hers.

”I don’t know you yet as well as I’d like. But if you’ve been struggling through hardships for so long to the point that struggling through issues is one of your sources of triumphs… don’t you think it's about time for you to be happy again, for you? You may not look like the reflection you saw, but you owe it to your past and your future; you owe it to yourself to be happier. No one has the right to take such a valued emotion from you, not ever.”

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Thu Jun 07, 2018 5:34 am

Artist: N/A - Song: Under The Eagle - Word Count: N/A

"Then experiment, research and discover more about what you are until you discover whatever the fuck it is that is lurking inside of you."

Blunt and to the point, Radioactive didn't mince words when it came to the answers he gave. While there were others whose intelligence far surpassed his own, getting locked in a cycle of overthinking, doubt and woe plagued these beings just as well. And, much to that same, the woman's scientific knowledge exceeded his own; but that didn't negate the natural wisdom of the man and womankind's most pure instinct: to become one with their primal instinct.

"Look here: A.I. in my country of Russia are able to transfer their minds into organic bodies and the line between what is a living creature is fucking blurred at this point. If you have thought, a conscious and a desire; you have a soul in my mind and where there is a soul there is something waiting to be awakened."

Eyes ever on the prize, even as the male spoke his sharp perception, he took the fusion core offered by The Droidmaker in order to infuse his nuclear and spiritual energy into it. As he intently focused on transferring high volumes of this violent force into the object, there was no doubt in his mind that the Vanguard could make good use of whatever benefits his absurd measure of power and force had to offer. If nothing else, this hulking body of his could benefit the world in a positive direction if the resources that bled within are offered to those who know how to utilize those gifts to their fullest.

"Fuck, none of this makes sense. I shouldn't be who I am despite dying centuries ago, but here I am still standing in a new form. So just have the belief there is something more to you. We can overthink ourselves into a coma, but it won't do any good if we don't stick to our guts and allow our brains to kill us."

Walking over to her desk, the male set the core on the table, grabbed a glass tube and a pair of bandages. With these items in his hand, the male did not hesitate for a moment to bite into his own skin and flesh to spit the remains of his blood and tissue into the jar. Eating into his left arm, he savored the taste of his own body as he understood anything physical was just temporary compared to the damage to the mind.

When he was done with his self-feast, he'd seal the container shut, clean off the crimson fluid that oozed on to the container and then go on to bandage himself up. While cleaning the blood from his face, Radioactive ingested what the woman said about the hardship for happiness before coming to another precise response.

"You aren't wrong. I should be happy, but at the same time, happiness is just another endless battle to eventually win."

All he meant by that is that happiness takes work and his whole life was nothing but a tireless brawl from the depths of his home in Russia and all the way into the pits of hell itself. He could take a beating, a fight and endure until absolutely nothing was left of him and still figure out a way to keep going. So, in this vein, happiness seemed distant; but it wasn't anything he could claw himself toward if he wanted.

For now, however, the focus for him was on the mission of getting the Vanguard to make some damage. With intel that Demon World was getting more unstable, it was only a wonder what the conflict within Shadow Fall was about. Radioactive didn't give a shit about politics or understood how their structure fully worked, but he knew this was as good of a time as any to try and make a dent in their power. So, he'd slide a metallic device the size of a piece of gum on the table before pulling up different reports from the Gotei and Vanguard about this occurrence.

"More importantly, it looks like those fucks in the Shadow Fall and Demon World are having problems with stability. Is there anything we can do to capitalize on this? I say we just give the fire to the people and support the protestors. What say you?"

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