Robert tried to pull himself together. He knew he couldn't just sit there, but for the life of him, he couldn't think of what to do.
"I...I don't know. I... I just don't know."
"Justice is what we make of it. Justifying something doesn't mean there's any justice in it, it just means you had a reason. If you had a reason... I don't know, as stupid as that sounds, it seems like it would be better than if they died for no reason other than your amusement..." Robert said, standing up.
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"We could start with triganavia...the weapons and equipment are a bit outdated, but they should still work. Also, Lokia may be able to power the server long enough to extract my research files...It won't take long, but its information vital to the Lokia project......we may even be able to make another one if I can get the right equipment, but thats a later thought" Jericho suggested. They needed somewhere to start, and the complex wasn't so much as a mile and a half into the forest.
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"We... could start with that, if only to get better equipped and see what we have to work with. If we can stay a couple days, I should be able to rig up something so Lokia won't have to drain herself, but if we stay too long, sooner or later we'll attract the Templars attention."
"We'll need to be careful."
Robert looked over at Kornesin "I don't agree with how you act, or your world view, but you're still human. You still have a sliver of a normal soul, as deeply buried as it is. If you run, the Templars will eventually find you and kill you."
"Please, help us end this. Once and for all."
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"Fine I will help. Only because I hate the templars as much as you do. Possibly even more than you hate them." Kornesin said standing up. "I could never pass up a better opportunity than this. So I will join you in your quest to destroy the Templars." Kornesin said. He looked out of his hood at his surroundings. He would finally get his chance. Templars were nothing but pigs with their nose stuck high in the air, and he killed them whenever he got the chance. "So how will we bring about the destruction of the templars." Kornesin said turning to Robert.
"We're going to show the world a friendlier, more efficient, less homicidal, and, ironically, more human law enforcement alternative."
"Lokia is a... I guess a cyborg would be the proper term. As far as I know, she's a fusion of biological engineering, magic, and mechanical components."
"George here was the project leader before the Templars bought up his company and subsequently abandoned it, so he knows this better than I do, but the hope is that we can scrounge up some of the machines from his old lab and see if we can just go ahead or if we have to reinvent the wheel, and also to learn a bit more about what the Templars added on to the design so we have a better idea of what Lokia can do."
Admit that things are shitty, but refuse to believe both that they are too terrible to fix and that they won't get better. Mix in a side of odd humor, a near perfect memory for insignificant story details and a tendency to spout the inane, and you have an approximation of The Bearded One.
"An android...not one part of her is organic, don't be fooled. There is only an inch of synthetic Kevlar-flesh and 3 centimeters or armored shell. Under that is another 5 inches of a carbon saturated Shell armor; a gas so dense, the technology was used to crush diamonds to make diamond saws. All of this contains the core: the the sample of mechanized dark matter that is used for all mental functions and memories. This sample is half of a millimeter in circumference and weighs 50 lbs(This is the stuff in Lokia that will level a few city blocks if its so much as scratched)...She has the knowledge and capabilities of any known human or supercomputer, do not mistake her for a human. Remember that above all else, she is just a computer programmed to be human, and is an untested prototype, prone to failure..." Jericho said to Robert alone as he stood uneasy.
"Regardless of our plans, we should keep moving, they won't be long to start sending search parties" He said again to everybody.
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"They've probably sent some out already." Robert said, looking out towards the town, where torches moved like groups of fireflies "I just hope it isn't..."
... a humanoid shape, but more beast than man, sparks of magic flickering up and down its body, its mouth constantly in an insane grin as it giggled, the blood from its most recent meal staining its teeth... Robert stopped, recoiling from the memory of the thing, shaking his head to dislodge it.
"Ugh... Nevermind"
'That might have been your intention, but she has a soul.'
'In my opinion, that's enough to make her human. Besides, you can't be sure how much the Templars changed her.' Robert sent to Triginavia
"Well Lokia, if you and the Doctor would lead the way, we'll be off."
(OOC: changed the colour of Robert's thoughts, as response to a request.)
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Back in the town...
John backed away from the skeletal shapes, magic glinting in their empty sockets as he bumped into the wall behind him.
"Stop! Stop! Please!"
suddenly, the corpse of an older man stepped between John and the encroaching shapes.
'What are you doing, Erebus Erebus... Cerebrus...? The master saidsaid... ed...... he said no killing killing... illing...!' It said in a mental whisper, the now ancient spells that sustained him flickering in an outline of the skin he once had.
The apparent leader of the aggressive skeletons seemed to smile. He only had a skull, so he was, as it where, pre smiling, but John could tell that now it was smiling on purpose, instead of as an accident from a lack of biology.'Ha ha heh heh heh heh... Poor old Dwyer... Poor foolish Dwyer... The Seal has been broken... The Runes have been burned... We have no need of obeying him anymore... We are free... Free to do whatever we want...'
'ErebusErebus... You always where mad mad... add When the master came alonglong... ong... We where given our first choice in millenniumium... um... That was when we became freefree... ee...'
'You have no idea what freedom is.' the other sneered, motioning the others forward, who siezed Dwyer, then grabbed John as he tried to crawl away undetected'The power to take what you want... that is freedom.'
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"I know I don't...that's what worries me. What I'm saying is that there's a chance we may have to put Lokia down for the sake of our safety, I want you to be ready, should such a time come. I can update her back at the lab, but until then, she is dangerous" Jericho said, just a warning before tapping Lokia on the shoulder. She looked up, having been studying the grass and Jericho gestured for her to lead. Lokia stood up and looked around before walking into the woods, followed by Jericho.
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'Dr. Triginavia, if we are to have hope of changing the world, then we cannot have soulless things as the replacement to the Templars. Someone without a soul cannot sympathize. They cannot cry, or laugh, love, or care. They cannot feel. Look at him' Robert sent, nodding at Kornesin
'He has only a sliver of a soul left, and see what has become of him. He has enough to want things, but he doesn't care how many people he has to kill to get what he wants. Sadly, that's why we need him.'
Robert sighed.
'History needs its butchers just as much as it needs its shepherds.'
"So, Kornesin." Robert said as they entered the forest, "You're the first human Death mage I've seen... Errr... at least, your the only one I've seen with flesh on him... So do you mind me asking how you got your powers? Or is it personal?"
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Admit that things are shitty, but refuse to believe both that they are too terrible to fix and that they won't get better. Mix in a side of odd humor, a near perfect memory for insignificant story details and a tendency to spout the inane, and you have an approximation of The Bearded One.
"I don't mind at all. You'll find I don't mind much anyways. So feel free to ask any question of me at any time. As for this question. I was supposed to die at birth you see. Well as Death himself reached for my soul My mother jumped in the way. Obviously she died, but she didn't jump in the way fast enough. It was more of a tackle. I don't really know, it was so long ago. Anyways part of Deaths soul touched mine, and it was dislodged from Deaths and grew onto me. For over 800 years Death's soul has been growing in me now." Kornesin said turning and following the group. "And as a result, you now have me standing before you." he said once more.
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