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I'm currently deciding how creepy I want to make Dach. In my head "Allen" is her aeon, somewhat. It is taking bits of people she meets, their appearance, actions, memories and putting the pieces together within her mind so that it can create its own person. She is unaware that this is going on and if questioned about Allen, not that anyone would know to ask, she would pull a general consensus from what Allen currently is and the answer could change hour by hour.

Have I lost you? This information may not be important yet.

What I am really trying to say is: should Dach steal the most recent Allen's eye ball in an attempt to piece some foundation together for herself? Or is Aeon Allen stealing some of his looks and memories plenty?

ALSO: I have had a lot of coffee and it makes me weirder than normal.

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Luan Fields; The Sacrifice of Allen Thomas
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A walnut rimmed pupil exchanged millimeters for focus, seemingly gasping through the modified scope that traced along the mountain backdrop. The nut hue flickered with a foggy ice that mirrored darting perspective captured within the scope. The encumbered yet enhanced view failed to relinquish the sanctity of ancient mountainous overlords; plummet coaxing gray, deeper than granite, reeling out of bright frozen tinsel and a void of statuesque and enduring repose.

She gave no notice. A singular demand had enraptured her thoughts; weighing heavily on an insidious vision as it rippled through grandiose scenery to capture a straying elevated fowl. Point of convergence came for her mind, a tenacious line drawn with a pale aura between herself and the target. Fingers, specifically the trigger, quivered with an electric devoir, but an agitated and louring shriek resounded and threw her; calling like a mighty corrupted siren. 

She headed the call, the barrel sifting through a blur of activity just as her knockout rifle released a shrill notification of the incoming threat; capturing the penetrating eagle in a blinking radiant crimson. She caught sight of the livid eagle in corresponding tempo and immediately relinquished hold of the weapon. An eloquent slur escaped from her lips to drift about the creeping silence, a piece of media fractured so that she would likely be remembered by such poignant final words,“Shit.”

Her body lunged, led by fingers that scrambled towards the latch.“Prepare for impact!” Her warning would slip into nix, a dim lighthouse misplaced in time so that it’s purpose was refurbished maliciously into a body tightening discord, if experienced at all. Her own chassis was intently engaged on the latch system she had recently dismantled. She got one section recoupled and clamped before a bleaching white light shattered into existence and near blinded her own.

There was an instant as she remembered things that were not hers to recall, stolen for herself somehow in a viscid manner, one she could not recollect; a loving family, open arms that smelled of kinship. Then Allen surrounded her, his body encompassing her shoulders and modest form, petite in the face of oncoming disaster. He dragged her beneath him and she in turn grabbed her favored accomplice as the cosmos twisted about them. The air became the universe, gapping and expansive as it drew from them, atmosphere entwining and repelling as if they were crashing.

There was a soul wrenching spasm as zero gravity,
designated to the void of traversed space,
shifted into an unwelcoming and frigid atmosphere;
horror agitated by crash landing into captivation.


The experience was an overwhelming firing of synapses so that she gleaned over apt introspection on that last thought and its origin; though she, or it, somehow arranged for the ability to feel guilt over such a paltry comparison, one she could barely comprehend in the infinite and brief seconds she had as her Allen cocooned carcass drifted through the atmospheric tidal wave in this metal coffin. It flitted out of her mind just as the tumbling ceased and an obsidian haze consumed her consciousness. Sights and sounds that would haunt her fellow soldiers became incongruent whispers and barely resonating clashes in a womb like mist. 

Get up. The empathetic urging bathed over her, wiping all prior speculation clean. An insufferable beeping resonated against her temples. Fist and digits constricted and released, experimenting against the still humming particle rifle. The wind had ceased. In a clash that mirrored the eagle bearing down upon them her facilities cracked upon her like their healer’s glistening whip. Heavy lids and bruised facial muscles gasped into the crumpled body of her bunker mate. She shoved fiercely at the mangled corpse, tossing him aside as her lips continued to inhale in stinging and rigid succession.

“Fuc…”The words failed to come to fruition as a grievance flared across her cheek, tenderized and bruised by her cradled friend so that the color was already recasting to a competition of sallow green, charcoal blue and midnight indigo. Spidery digits etched across her battered cheek as she strained to haul herself into a sitting position. She gave little thought to the blessing of survival and instead exalted the overwhelming soreness of her body. The entire Behemoth seemed to be emitting sharp merciless tones that did little to abate the weariness enraptured outlook. Stoic warning bells corrupted and screaming to toll the present reaper rather than facilitate reaction.

Her body finally vertical and leaning heavily against the still breached bunker wall canted marginally so that Allen entered her focus. She conceded a frown that tugged at her pounding cheek as she took in the rapidly paling eyes, locked open and staring so that she witnessed death demand the light of his soul. He had earned this minute strain of her shattered cheek. She reached towards him with trembling fingers and touched upon his awkwardly placed hand; still warm with blood that began to seep from his parted lips, his ear cavities and tear ducts. She made no move to exit the bunker, she felt sanctimonious in her loss and intended to give Allen and herself this moment and thus ignored the shouting and chaos below.

& Tries to save the bunker
& Allen (Jacob) is affected by her ability
& Sacrifices himself to save her
& Dach has a shattered cheek bone, overall soreness
& Possible internal bleeding, concussion
& Sitting in the bunker with the dead guy

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