(So sorry about this, guys! I'm visiting the family this week from college, and didn't anticipate a couple things. Don't worry, this'll never happen again.)
Shor'Gen released what could have been either a chuckle, or a growl. The line between both was pretty thin, but Shor'Gen made no motion to suggest it had offended him. "Sonar is such a primitive word for it. How can I describe it for you..." Shor'Gen started, directing his head towards the ground. He was like this for a few seconds, thinking.
"It's like I have eyes, but I cannot see color. The tendrils on my head resonate on the atomic level to pick up disturbances in this constant sound I give off. It's nowhere near your spectrum of hearing, and each Yug'Lonian has their own unique frequency that only they can send out, similar to a voice. Anyways, it allows me to see the distortions in my own sound field by foreign noises. What that means is that my hearing sight is so sensitive, I can pick up the waves and distortions caused by noises."
Shor'Gen was pleased with his explanation, and was about to tell Daniel about this uncomfortable experience he once had with a robot that used sonar, before Gunnos interrupted. "I assure you, Security Officer Gunnos, that I take my profession much more seriously than th-" Shor'Gen immediately retreated at Gunnos' touch. The carapace he had touched was tough, and felt like it could stop a laser if it had to. "I would recommend against repeating that action in the future."
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(You post might actually require an edit. I know this is mostly my fault, but the beams of energy (and Herriman's magic in general) are comprised of raw, arcane energy. These energies are also what allows Herriman to change his body. These arcane beams don't burn flesh, they warp it. As in, they mutate the parts of the body they strike. Priroda wouldn't have a burned shoulder, she'd have a shoulder where the muscle and bones are twisted and half-melted together. Of course, Priroda's armor lessens the severity of this, but this is still the basic effect. She'd probably still be able to use the shoulder, but it'd cause her great pain to do so.)
Herriman shielded his body with his purposely malformed arm. The shards that went too low for his organic shield to catch were mostly deflected by his leg armor, with only a few actually embedding themselves into his leg. Compared to the pain he had felt before in his life, these were nothing, and by contorting the muscles around these shards, his own body pushed them out, and they clattered to the soft arena grass.
"I can smell you..." Herriman uttered, his voice carried on the wind like a wisp of smoke. From the singular hole in his helmet, five small tendrils slithered out, each of them sprouting a different kind of eye at the end. These would allow him to see further into the dust cloud than any normal human, and at many more angles.
"Come..." A different voice came, from no direction in particular. "Let me feel my structure against your maiden flesh...I thirst."
The voice was none other than Setrak itself, calling to Priroda.
Herriman shielded his body with his purposely malformed arm. The shards that went too low for his organic shield to catch were mostly deflected by his leg armor, with only a few actually embedding themselves into his leg. Compared to the pain he had felt before in his life, these were nothing, and by contorting the muscles around these shards, his own body pushed them out, and they clattered to the soft arena grass.
"I can smell you..." Herriman uttered, his voice carried on the wind like a wisp of smoke. From the singular hole in his helmet, five small tendrils slithered out, each of them sprouting a different kind of eye at the end. These would allow him to see further into the dust cloud than any normal human, and at many more angles.
"Come..." A different voice came, from no direction in particular. "Let me feel my structure against your maiden flesh...I thirst."
The voice was none other than Setrak itself, calling to Priroda.
Herriman came out of his phase shift, he found himself face to wall with a pillar of sandstone, which was just finishing its rise. Glaring upwards at Priroda, Herriman growled with defiance. It looked to him like she was charging up for something, and the way he saw things, there was no way he was going to scale a pillar of sandstone. That left him with only one other option. Taking a step back, he tightened his grip on Setrak, and the edge of the blade started glowing as gibbering whispers and cackles came from the axe itself.
Furiously, he swung Setrak at a sharp angle, and a wave of energy came shooting out, mimicking the swing. It hit the sandstone and cleaved clean through it. The angle of the cut would lead to the pillar immediately falling down on itself. Herriman didn't stop here, however. He focused his sight on Priroda (who may or may not be falling with the pillar at this point) and two beams of energy erupted from the eyes of the beast pelt around his shoulder. Given her armored state, these lasers were far from lethal, but they could still injure her.
Furiously, he swung Setrak at a sharp angle, and a wave of energy came shooting out, mimicking the swing. It hit the sandstone and cleaved clean through it. The angle of the cut would lead to the pillar immediately falling down on itself. Herriman didn't stop here, however. He focused his sight on Priroda (who may or may not be falling with the pillar at this point) and two beams of energy erupted from the eyes of the beast pelt around his shoulder. Given her armored state, these lasers were far from lethal, but they could still injure her.
Herriman couldn't understand a damned word of what Priroda was saying. The language was beyond him, which was really no excuse for him, given his deity's domain. It was something she shouldn't be putting off, but he'd be damned if he didn't have more important things to do. He did, however, get the general impression. She could have been mocking him, or taunting him, but the serious tone threw off his context. No matter. Before long, she'd be just one more head he'd raise to the sky.
When Saint Peter called for the violence to begin, and promptly disappeared, Herriman started casually walking forwards, giving Setrak a couple of test swings. He held out his free arm (his right arm, Herriman's a lefty), and in quite the gruesome manner, the whole appendage twisted, cracked, and squished as it changed shape. After a few seconds, something akin to a tower shield made of black bones and bluish flesh took up the area below his elbow, and he chuckled. Raising Setrak to the sky, Herriman bellowed a mighty
"FOR THE RAVEN GOD!" before breaking into a full-blown charge.
His intent was to cast a spell upon getting close enough to her (a distance of ten feet or so) which involved him phasing out of the material world entirely so he could pass through her harmlessly, only to reappear at her side and bash her to the ground with his shield.
When Saint Peter called for the violence to begin, and promptly disappeared, Herriman started casually walking forwards, giving Setrak a couple of test swings. He held out his free arm (his right arm, Herriman's a lefty), and in quite the gruesome manner, the whole appendage twisted, cracked, and squished as it changed shape. After a few seconds, something akin to a tower shield made of black bones and bluish flesh took up the area below his elbow, and he chuckled. Raising Setrak to the sky, Herriman bellowed a mighty
"FOR THE RAVEN GOD!" before breaking into a full-blown charge.
His intent was to cast a spell upon getting close enough to her (a distance of ten feet or so) which involved him phasing out of the material world entirely so he could pass through her harmlessly, only to reappear at her side and bash her to the ground with his shield.
Herriman, upon hearing his name be called, raised his head, intent on hearing the name that came after his.
Or in this case, the two. Just his luck that he called Mifune out for slaughtering an unarmed boy, here he was on his way to kill a pair of girls. As he faded out of the shrine room and onto the battlefield, he sighed. Just his luck indeed.
His form materialized onto the arena floor, and he first looked around at the gathered crowd. Humans, the champions of minor power, and even a couple gods themselves could be seen watching. After that, his head slowly turned to scan the arena before him, before finally falling on the two girls that would be his opponents. He listened to Peter, and stretched his neck.
"THEY WILL FIGHT ME ONE AFTER THE OTHER. I WILL LET THEM DECIDE AMONGST THEMSELVES WHO WILL DIE FIRST!" Herriman proclaimed, bellowing his challenge out loud enough that even those in the highest seats could hear it. He raised a hand to the sky, and in a flash of blue fire and twisting reality, Setrak, his axe, appeared in his hand. Herriman was suddenly wreathed in crackling empyreal energies, the blue, roiling glow rising from his shoulders.
"I'm waiting."
Or in this case, the two. Just his luck that he called Mifune out for slaughtering an unarmed boy, here he was on his way to kill a pair of girls. As he faded out of the shrine room and onto the battlefield, he sighed. Just his luck indeed.
His form materialized onto the arena floor, and he first looked around at the gathered crowd. Humans, the champions of minor power, and even a couple gods themselves could be seen watching. After that, his head slowly turned to scan the arena before him, before finally falling on the two girls that would be his opponents. He listened to Peter, and stretched his neck.
"THEY WILL FIGHT ME ONE AFTER THE OTHER. I WILL LET THEM DECIDE AMONGST THEMSELVES WHO WILL DIE FIRST!" Herriman proclaimed, bellowing his challenge out loud enough that even those in the highest seats could hear it. He raised a hand to the sky, and in a flash of blue fire and twisting reality, Setrak, his axe, appeared in his hand. Herriman was suddenly wreathed in crackling empyreal energies, the blue, roiling glow rising from his shoulders.
"I'm waiting."
Another hearty laugh from Herriman.
"Pride's got nothing to do with it." Herriman said as a parting statement, before both warriors went their separate ways. Pride? Hah! Herriman laughed at the thought. The Raven God had taught him about the champions of the other gods, and this one in particular was on no position to speak. Made a champion for catching someone's fancy? Woe be to him. If they ever met in the arena, Herriman would take a personal joy in severing his head and holding it up for his paltry goddess wife to see.
He finally arrived at the shrine room, waling past the long rows and hallways that lead to the shrines of other gods, until he found the shrine room to The Raven God. From the ceiling, talismans made of feathers and bird skulls hung from sinew ropes, and the floor was comprised of obsidian tiles. At the end of the room, a giant eight-pointed star was mounted against the wall, flanked by braziers that burned with blue fire.
Herriman approached the eight-pointed star, and knelt before it. A blazing blue eye opened up in the center, and the pupil looked down at Herriman. "My lord, I must ask you something, it concerns the next battle..." Herriman started, but the fires grew suddenly brighter.
KNoW tHAT WhaTevEr HaPpeNS, my ChAmPioN, iT Is AlL GoiNg aS PlANneD
Herriman, knowing the meaning, bowed his head humbly, and the fires returned to their normal brightness. Adjusting his position, he sat cross-legged, and went into rest, awaiting his name to be called.
"Pride's got nothing to do with it." Herriman said as a parting statement, before both warriors went their separate ways. Pride? Hah! Herriman laughed at the thought. The Raven God had taught him about the champions of the other gods, and this one in particular was on no position to speak. Made a champion for catching someone's fancy? Woe be to him. If they ever met in the arena, Herriman would take a personal joy in severing his head and holding it up for his paltry goddess wife to see.
He finally arrived at the shrine room, waling past the long rows and hallways that lead to the shrines of other gods, until he found the shrine room to The Raven God. From the ceiling, talismans made of feathers and bird skulls hung from sinew ropes, and the floor was comprised of obsidian tiles. At the end of the room, a giant eight-pointed star was mounted against the wall, flanked by braziers that burned with blue fire.
Herriman approached the eight-pointed star, and knelt before it. A blazing blue eye opened up in the center, and the pupil looked down at Herriman. "My lord, I must ask you something, it concerns the next battle..." Herriman started, but the fires grew suddenly brighter.
KNoW tHAT WhaTevEr HaPpeNS, my ChAmPioN, iT Is AlL GoiNg aS PlANneD
Herriman, knowing the meaning, bowed his head humbly, and the fires returned to their normal brightness. Adjusting his position, he sat cross-legged, and went into rest, awaiting his name to be called.
Although he had been from a different time altogether, Herriman considered himself lucky to have been here long enough to have figured out how to work what the arena makers called a "television." Thankfully, he had used magical items to view other places before, so the concept wasn't completely bewildering to him. He sat in his personal chambers, slouched back in his chair in full armor. For the life of him, he couldn't understand why these other champions weren't ALWAYS in their combat gear, but that was an insolvable culture issue. Come to think of it, none of the champions around here at the time actually wore armor period. Herriman had good feelings about this particular series of fights.
He hadn't been paying too much attention to the TV, but when this most recent fight started, he took a notable interest. An interest that lasted as long as the fight did.
Immediately, Herriman broke into a bout of horrible laughter, made further disturbing given his multi-toned voice and the fact that his helmet covered the entirety of his head. This laughter lasted about a minute, before he stopped, slowing down to a mild chuckle. He decided to go for a short walk to the colosseum's shrine room, where he would be able to communicate with The Raven God. On the way there, He passed by Mifune, and couldn't help but to release a short bit of laughter
"Nice job slaughtering a boy with no armor or weapons. Hopefully, you'll get a real challenge sometime." He commented as he passed the half-animal.
He hadn't been paying too much attention to the TV, but when this most recent fight started, he took a notable interest. An interest that lasted as long as the fight did.
Immediately, Herriman broke into a bout of horrible laughter, made further disturbing given his multi-toned voice and the fact that his helmet covered the entirety of his head. This laughter lasted about a minute, before he stopped, slowing down to a mild chuckle. He decided to go for a short walk to the colosseum's shrine room, where he would be able to communicate with The Raven God. On the way there, He passed by Mifune, and couldn't help but to release a short bit of laughter
"Nice job slaughtering a boy with no armor or weapons. Hopefully, you'll get a real challenge sometime." He commented as he passed the half-animal.
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Your app's all clear, korigon. I'll give other peeps who might want to join a good day or so. For sure, you guys can expect the IC to be up sometime this week.
I dunno, seems like peeps are busy.
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Yeah. I'm sorry, Korigon, but that's not going to fly. You can still have a big freakin' axe, but a former giant's weapon just doesn't seem possible.
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