Post by Exaccus on Aug 19, 2017 8:48:42 GMT -5
It had been a long, Dark winter by all accounts, his internal systems had been keeping themselves regulated and thankfully due to his now more evolved self and energy efficient repressed state, Exaccus had been able to withstand his impromptu hibernation without starving to death over the passing months he was however still weakend by his long, dark, and involuntary sleep.
Continuing to study his surroundings he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about suddenly collapsing infront of his guest and more importantly grateful that he hadn't been robbed whilst slumbering away soundly infront of the strange being he'd met, he would need to apologize to them should their paths ever cross again.
For now however the rest of the mansion needed to be explored, he'd stopped at a security door in the basement in the dread of what he might find lurking in the darkness of his creators mind but now he felt it was perhaps the most important thing he could do, no matter what he'd said or thought before he had to accept that his maker still frightend him beyond words and it was no mere conditioning, the way the man thought, acted and behaved would be terrifying to anyone who could feel fear.
he mused on this as he awkwardly scuttled along the floor of the study, having to squeeze himself through doorways and climb awkwardly around furniture.
Really can't wait to have a humanoid form. he thought to himself as he struggled with the inconvinience of being a hexapodal creature in a bipedal world, his horn catching, scratching and crushing its way into too thin walls of too narrow corridors as he continued, often having to take a slanted walking stance, one side of his body higher than the other to fit through the openings of door ways and narrower staircases, floorboards creaking beneath his weighted shell.
he would confine himself to the ground floor in the future he decided after a particularly awkward corner but soon enough it came to an end and he found himself stood before the thick Titanium alloy security doors, taking but a moment to gather his wits and clear his mind he wasted no time in blasting them apart with a short but furrious barrage of Ki bolts, to overcome the hermetic security seal and vault like thickness of the metal.
when the smoke cleared and his hearing stopped ringing he was equal parts suprised and disappointed with what he discovered in the room that had so filled him with dread over his long dormancy.
it was a simple biotechnology lab; well to be more specific, it was the biotech lab he'd been concived and nurtured by the creators computer whilst he attended to his day to day business elsewhere, he couldn't help but feel a little bit sentimental when he passed his birthing chamber to examine the logs and...
he felt whatever organ he had that controlled his digestive system had decided to turn itself inside out when he saw that the machine had been used, reccently no less, this did not bode well given the state the mansion had been found in and his creators seeming absence from the world.
it meant either that now Exaccus had a little brother running around, one that would be "purged of the flaws" he allowed his creator to think he had and raised by that same insane mind or perhaps more terrifyingly, the physician had healed himself, finally driven beyond any reasonable ability to function by his insane hatred he had augmented himself genetically with the materials of other races in order to match their natural might.
Both were utterly horrifying for him to comprehend, but now at least his path in life was clear, whatever it was he would need to find it, face it and either lead it into the light or destroy it before it could do too much harm to the world he had come to love and the few friends he had briefly met in his time amongst earths various peoples.
His Path to perfection now lead somewhere; Barred with obstacles and lined with temptation though it was he would overcome them one by one untill he stood at the peak, the very pinnacle of what it meant to be a living being and from that position of power defend all life to the best of his ability.
it was strange in a way; his creations darkness fostered his desire to do good, this new and unknown enemy had given him purpose.
Life is strange some times.
WC:719
H. Training Weights: +75% PL Gains
Mansion: +50% PL Gains
Repressed Form: +10% PL gains
Milkian High Intelligence:+5% PL Gains
PL please. Thank you! :B
Continuing to study his surroundings he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about suddenly collapsing infront of his guest and more importantly grateful that he hadn't been robbed whilst slumbering away soundly infront of the strange being he'd met, he would need to apologize to them should their paths ever cross again.
For now however the rest of the mansion needed to be explored, he'd stopped at a security door in the basement in the dread of what he might find lurking in the darkness of his creators mind but now he felt it was perhaps the most important thing he could do, no matter what he'd said or thought before he had to accept that his maker still frightend him beyond words and it was no mere conditioning, the way the man thought, acted and behaved would be terrifying to anyone who could feel fear.
he mused on this as he awkwardly scuttled along the floor of the study, having to squeeze himself through doorways and climb awkwardly around furniture.
Really can't wait to have a humanoid form. he thought to himself as he struggled with the inconvinience of being a hexapodal creature in a bipedal world, his horn catching, scratching and crushing its way into too thin walls of too narrow corridors as he continued, often having to take a slanted walking stance, one side of his body higher than the other to fit through the openings of door ways and narrower staircases, floorboards creaking beneath his weighted shell.
he would confine himself to the ground floor in the future he decided after a particularly awkward corner but soon enough it came to an end and he found himself stood before the thick Titanium alloy security doors, taking but a moment to gather his wits and clear his mind he wasted no time in blasting them apart with a short but furrious barrage of Ki bolts, to overcome the hermetic security seal and vault like thickness of the metal.
when the smoke cleared and his hearing stopped ringing he was equal parts suprised and disappointed with what he discovered in the room that had so filled him with dread over his long dormancy.
it was a simple biotechnology lab; well to be more specific, it was the biotech lab he'd been concived and nurtured by the creators computer whilst he attended to his day to day business elsewhere, he couldn't help but feel a little bit sentimental when he passed his birthing chamber to examine the logs and...
he felt whatever organ he had that controlled his digestive system had decided to turn itself inside out when he saw that the machine had been used, reccently no less, this did not bode well given the state the mansion had been found in and his creators seeming absence from the world.
it meant either that now Exaccus had a little brother running around, one that would be "purged of the flaws" he allowed his creator to think he had and raised by that same insane mind or perhaps more terrifyingly, the physician had healed himself, finally driven beyond any reasonable ability to function by his insane hatred he had augmented himself genetically with the materials of other races in order to match their natural might.
Both were utterly horrifying for him to comprehend, but now at least his path in life was clear, whatever it was he would need to find it, face it and either lead it into the light or destroy it before it could do too much harm to the world he had come to love and the few friends he had briefly met in his time amongst earths various peoples.
His Path to perfection now lead somewhere; Barred with obstacles and lined with temptation though it was he would overcome them one by one untill he stood at the peak, the very pinnacle of what it meant to be a living being and from that position of power defend all life to the best of his ability.
it was strange in a way; his creations darkness fostered his desire to do good, this new and unknown enemy had given him purpose.
Life is strange some times.
WC:719
H. Training Weights: +75% PL Gains
Mansion: +50% PL Gains
Repressed Form: +10% PL gains
Milkian High Intelligence:+5% PL Gains
PL please. Thank you! :B