Post by Amelia Hackett on Feb 7, 2013 15:39:56 GMT -5
1st of February, 23 CLE
Darkness... She couldn't see... She couldn't hear... Here limbs bound and pain racked through her body with every bumb the steel casket she was bound in jumped. She didn't know where she was going, she only remembered her father.
She was sitting in what was her room, purple wall paper peeling around the walls, the cheap wooden door riddled with holes from her fathers rages. Her bed, worn and broken and what little clothes she had were sprawled around her room... She hadn't been back to her room an days... It was the first time she had been let up from the makeshift lab in her fathers basement... Everything here was her fathers, he always reminded them that. He was the one who provided for them, he was the one that was smarter and stronger than everyone. He was the man of the house and his daughter and wife MUST obey him always.
She studies her arms.... They didn't look much different, only increadibly painful... She had grown used to the pain, in her arms, shoulders and the small of her back. She blocks out the memories of what her father done, the surgeries to make her perfect... Infused with... Something called void tissue? Her once raven black hair now blue, her eyes once like ice, now a deep red... Perfect? No... Just pain... All the time, yet she was numb it now.
Amelia was snapped out of her memory as she felt the casket she was in stop moving... She was afraid, a familiar feeling, but still a horrible one. She doesn't hear anything until the heavy casket lid lifts, it felt like a coffin... She see's the ceiling, they seemed to be in a large warehouse...She also sees her father standing above her looking down at her with joy. Of course, he didn't see a daughter, he saw a weapon, something to make money from. His dark blue eyes studies her body, no, the body of The Weapon. He nods satisfied nothing had been damaged in the move, he walks off out of her view, his voice sounds eager, "It's here, are they ready?" "Yes... This had better be as good as you claim Roger... We would hate to see your wife be hurt." "Do what you please. So long as I am paid." Amelia hears a snort of disgust and the foot steps fade away.
The casket she was bound in moves once more, being dragged up some steps, the sound of excited babble fills the air....
"Bio engineers, void enthusiests and the rest of you... As you know, I had the luck of coming across a sample of void tissue, how I got it is only known to me... After years of studying, years of dedication and hard work... I have been able to create the perfect killing machine... I it-" The sound of someone calling out interupts Amelia's father, "Get to the point Roger, We didn't come here to listen to you speak." And annoyed grunt and the casket Amelia was in begins to rise... She can see them all now, scientists from Zaun and Noxus, just like her father said, and one or two from Piltover and Bandle City... She feels her binding release, she can move again but is to frightened... The eyes all staring at her, she doesn't want to move... "Demonstrate your abilities Amelia..." She doesn't respond, fear has gripped her mind... "Fine..." Her father points a long rod like object at her, at crackles with purple electicity... Amelia's mind goes blank.
Her body however... Is racked with pain, she drops to her knee's as she feels the tissue growing inside her, she screams in pain as the muscles and bone stretch and tear, the skin on her hands feel like they're on fire as the skin breaks and the flesh turns black, hardening like metal. She clucthes her head, the pain screaming in waves across her body, all she can do it cry in pain. The tail tears its way from her tail bone, growing thicker as it lengthens, the skin breaks away revealing the black solid metal like flesh. The two blades slice through the skin on her back, she feels them growing into large trendril like apendages.
When the transformation is over, she is lying on the ground, a small pool of blood around her... She stands, her conscious mind gone, replaced by that of a perfect predator...
Her father gestures towards her, "The perfect weapon!!!" He smiles broadly expecting applause... None came... He frowns at thos scientists, "Is this not what you came to see? Or are you all in awe of what I have acomplished?!"
Still, no response... "The bidding will start at... 10,000G."
He turns to look at The Weapon... his eyes open wide with shock... She was surrounded by an odd purple aura... This had never happened before. He tries to charge the rod... Suprised, he looks to his hand, it was gone... And in hers... She snaps it.
The amount of void energy coming from her was immense, she however didn't feel a thing, Amelia was gone, replaced by a creature, a predator without a name. It tilts its head... [glow=Purple,2,300]"[shadow=red,left,300]Father[/shadow]...?"[/glow]
Post by The Mad Chemist on Feb 7, 2013 17:53:53 GMT -5
Singed was among the scientists on the bidding mostly because he had been studying void samples and he knew how dangerous they could be. The raw magical power and live force of such samples was a dangerous factor on any experiment that included it, and someone had already created a Biological organic weapon using it as its base? It could prove powerful but unstable at best, he was lost on this train of thought during the preparations of the bidding. What he saw was not the exposition he was promised, it was a pathetic demonstration of the worst of Zaun. A little girl frightened that had been subjected to only god knows what and only a few features demonstrated any alteration of her physic, as she was totally paralyzed by the fear. It like that was until her father started to torture her with an electric rod. After that a shadowy and twisted transformation took place, she transformed into a beast with human appearance, the transformation seemed even more painful that Warwick had experimented years back and after it…it seemed like she had lost her rational mind. The scientist took his eyes from the now monstrous girl to start the bidding, gross mistake he thought as the now bestial creature severed the hand of her father even before he could notice. The thing that really captivated Singed’s attention was the aura that was formed around the B.O.W. he had seen such reaction on a few samples and it meant one thing…Danger.
This wasn't normally his style, nor suited to his interests, however the Machine Herald simply couldn't overlook the potential that this auction for the "ultimate weapon" could hold. He, however, disliked being in a place that would have a great number of people mingling together and otherwise avoided such situations. But seeing as he was in the business of crafting techmaturgical weapons and tools, he came despite his better judgment. He watched the initial proceedings with little interest, the only thing he came for being the supposed "ultimate weapon". The man seemed to love the sound of his own voice, but after so many minutes the container holding said weapon was raised to reveal......a girl?
Viktor's still very much human mind was baffled at what he saw. It was a young girl who was filled with absolute terror, so much so that she failed to carry out the instructions given to her by the man in charge. The presenter grew angry at the girl, jolting her with an electro-rod, and that was when she underwent a most curious transformation - he could make out metallic places upon her skin, or was it that her skin became metallic in those places, in addition to a tail which erupted and extended from her back. Viktor didn't really care about the anatomical structure, but he found the event very intriguing.
But that wasn't the end. The girl, her demeanor having gone through a change as well, assaulted the man and claimed his arm while his attention was elsewhere. The girl had acted with such speed that even Viktor hadn't even really seen the act that was commited. He was nothing more than a stranger in the crowd who was staring in bewilderment at what was presented to them here. The aura that the girl was now emanating was very familiar to Viktor, however, as he recognized the energy that was present in the Champions hailing from the Void. This meant only that things might get messy.....
Post by Amelia Hackett on Feb 8, 2013 5:14:37 GMT -5
Amelia's eyes were trained on her father who had just lost control of his bladder, her stares at the bloody stump, "My... Hand....?" Her glares at her, blood still pumping from the wound, "You stole my hand! You stole my bloody hand!!!"
[glow=Purple,2,300]Amelia stares at him, completely devoid of emotion... The screaming creature was waht brought pain, and now it was loud and irritating.... How does one make the creature quiet? Taking the instument that brought pain only seemed to make it more annoyed... When it was annoyed sometimes it brought pain simply to make itself smile... A bladed tendril snaps forwards through the air impaling the shoulder of the thing that brought pain... Another cry... It was frustrating Amelia, how did one shut a creature like this up? The tendrils move rapidly back and forth puncturing the creature that was screaming... Perhaps... Her hand snaps forwards clutching its throat and lifting it off the ground, the sound was gargled but still there. Perhaps that is how to silence it? She tilts her head, her tail whipping around and crashing into the creatures head, a sickening crunch as its skull caved in, greymatter seeping out with its blood. She drops the creature... And looks to the rest of them as they begin to scurry about and screaming for something called help... It was annoying her greatly.. At least now she knew how to silence them.[/glow]
And then the worst had happened. The girl apparently saw fit to finish what she had started by tearing the man's arm off, proceeding to - rather gruesomely, mind you - pierce and then strangle the poor man to death. Although "poor" wasn't the correct word to describe him, Viktor would keep that to himself at this time. No sooner had the man's corpse hit the ground than the less capable of the gatherers began to panic - as such weak humans were wont to do.
Viktor, however, saw fit to stand his ground as he looked directly to the girl ahead of him, and without any clear sign of fear approached her. Slowly, his metallic legs hit the ground with repeated thuds as he walked towards the girl that had become a creature of death. Paying no attention to the foolish men who were crying out for assistance, his gaze remained fixed upon the girl as he gradually grew closer to her, until he was within ear shot of her.
"Do you know what you are?"
His question was simple, spoken without any hint of emotion. His voice, layered with a synthetic audio filter, was monotonous and stoic. He made no sudden moves, knowing full well that reckless action would label him a threat to her. But he was curious. He saw some traits from both human and void creature, but also hints of a mechanical or metallic base. Viktor hadn't come here with any of his equipment, save for the pauldron that was installed with his mechanical third arm. It had merely bobbed gently up and down as the Herald made his way over to the girl, as though it held no life of its own. But it was in reality one of Viktor's most deadly tools, with the capacity to fire a highly destructive beam of chaotic energy.
Post by Amelia Hackett on Feb 8, 2013 6:59:21 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Amelia watches the metal creature approach, it looked like the others, but it's skin was solid and it's eyes seemed to glow. Odd... Was it a threat? She could not tell, but it asks a question... Did she know what she was?... She was...? Human... No, a servant of the void? What was the void? She can't be... What was she?! She stares at the metal creature before her. She raises a black hand and studies it... What was she... She speaks, her voice inhuman and seems to echo as she speaks.. But it also held a human undertone.[/glow]
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]"I... Am me..."[/glow][/shadow]
[glow=purple,2,300]The bladed tendrils on her back twitch slightly, yet do not lung forwards... Viktor would know how fast she could move and would have to be cautious.[/glow]
Viktor nodded after hearing the girl's response, as he slowly extended his right hand to her in a show of good faith.
"You are correct. What you are....is yourself. Nothing more, nothing less. Let no one else dictate your nature or your purpose. You are free to choose your own course. I look at you and see neither human nor abomination - I see potential! The potential to be something that no other can hope to match! Humanity fears that which it doesn't understand, but I wish to know more about you and what you can do. Would you allow me to bring out your potential? Not as a weapon, but as a being with power?"
Viktor had taken an immense interest in the girl before him, and knowing that the man she had just killed was her own father he was certain she wouldn't be able to return to life as just a normal human even if her change wasn't permanent. He didn't really care about her, but he was curious to see what her unique potential could mean for the Glorious Evolution. The man who had brought her here, and even experimented on her, was now dead, lying in a pool of his own blood. She was meant to be sold, but that would no longer be the case due to the vendor's untimely demise at the hands of his own daughter. The Herald held no sympathy or compassion for the man, whom he simply saw as the epitome of humanity's weakness.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Feb 8, 2013 17:07:51 GMT -5
Singed hadn’t moved from his seat even after the girl had totally mutilated her creator she just had stopped moving. She probably didn’t knew what to do and was confused she locked to the crowd as if their scream and contributed to her aggressiveness or general discomfort. An instinct driven form probably lacking any form of auto control, Singed hadn’t even ended his analysis when from the crowd the machine herald emerged trying to confront a reason with the poor creature. Singed didn’t though that would work but before he acted the girl responded to the heralds question. She wasn’t totally mindless it seemed but there was something wrong with her manner of speech and corporal language, she was being defensive during even during the speech of the herald she moved like a cornered creature ready to attack and kill any aggressor. Pain and fear had activated the transformation maybe if they could calm her, this auction could end without any other incidents. “What is your name” He asked from his seat he said this hoping that any familiarity with her past would calm her or the thought of starting anew would calm her it was a risky bet but it was worth it. “And what do you plan to do now?” He tried to look the least threatening he could but if she turned aggressive again he was ready for it.
Post by Amelia Hackett on Feb 8, 2013 22:40:57 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]The questions... She glares at the two, the aura pulsating around her seemed to intensify as they asked her questions, it seemed that they would need to somehow calm her or subdue her in order to get any answers. She grows at them, a beastial growl that rivaled both Rengar and Cho'gath. Her hands tense...
They were asking things she could not answer. The metal creature was telling he she was more than a weapon? More than a weapon... Was she not already a being with power? She felt she would be more than a match for the creature before her. Was that not power? [/glow]
Sharp pain grinds into her skull... A side effect of being forced to transform... not that she knew it. She believed it was them... The two befor her, the metal creature and the other creature.
[glow=purple,2,300]They were hunting her a weakness... with words instead of actions? They had to be. Her name... What was her name? Everything has a name.... She had none... Did she? Plan? What was her plan... To hunt the prey... The screaming prey that would be silent until she silenced them herself...[/glow]
[glow=purple,2,300]"[shadow=red,left,300]I plan... To silence... You[/shadow]..."[/glow]
Her face flickers from one of the predator to one of the terrified girl from earlier, "...It hurts..." The predator takes over once more not seeming to notice the lapse. [shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]"Silence..."[/glow][/shadow]
[glow=Purple,2,300]She within the blink of an eye she was dashing towards Viktor, her claw like fingers raised towards his throat believing it would silence him like it had the other non-metal creature.[/glow]
Viktor had hoped it wouldn't come to this, but Singed's interference caused the girl to finally lose it. Having too many people speaking to her at one time drove her to aggression, as she simply could not answer the questions being asked while Viktor was appealing to her strength. It happened far too fast for Viktor to react in time, but by pure instinct the Machine Herald shifted his weight to lean backward as he tried in vain to put distance between him and the girl.
It was enough to ensure he would not suffer any damage, but the girl's clawed fingers had managed to scratch the surface of Viktor's mask. And whatever mineral they were comprised of, it was apparently dense enough to cut through the material that the grim visage was made of, revealing slivers of flesh through the thin openings. The Herald acted quickly after this, however, as he dropped to his back and brought his legs up at the girl whose momentum still pushed her forward, ultimately forcing them into her abdomen to propel her back the way she came from.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Feb 8, 2013 23:34:50 GMT -5
Singed saw as the girl threw herself at Viktor with the fury of a predator but that fleeting moment of agony and doubt didn’t pass unperceived by the chemist. Finally stand up from his seat and threw a flask of mega adhesive to the place where the girl was going to land after getting repelled by the herald. “Sight this is going to get messy” he said on a cold tone of voice before taking out his shiled.
Post by Amelia Hackett on Feb 9, 2013 0:59:59 GMT -5
Amelia's lands in the adhesive sliding back slightly before coming stuck... Or would have had she been a normal human. She snarls her leg straining to be free of the glue like substance, this only seemed to anger the creature...One leg finally pulled free, she stands on one leg, the bladed tendrils shooting out behind her crashing into the concrete floor and begins to drag her out.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Feb 9, 2013 1:12:28 GMT -5
The sheer raw strength of the girl was extraordinary if she was able to free herself from a substance that would have retained even Cho’gath for some minutes. Even the less the time was enough for most of the people to leave the room now he would only need to be careful not to get Viktor on the crossfire. “Hey Viktor while she is still semi stuck there use you gravity field.” This were most likely going to be a long fight if they wanted to retrieved her without arming her. But he had the tools to calm her down after all this wasn’t the first time he had to deal with someone trying to fight his inner beast.
Viktor did not waste the opportunity as the girl landed in the adhesive that Singed had thrown down, quickly rolling over and pushing himself back to his feet before turning and facing the hybrid. But he had very few options, as he took account of the situation he was in, as he was ordered to use his Gravity Field. What the Mad Chemist failed to realize was that the Machine Herald hadn't brought any of his devices with him save for his mechanical arm. So, as it stood, the only thing available to Viktor at the moment was his Death Ray.
"I can't. It's not the same here as it is on the fields, Singed. I can't simply will one of my devices into my hand or into existence."
He had neither his staff, nor his projectile, on his person since he didn't think he would need them at the auction. It was a hindsight that he would berate himself mentally later for, but that was how it was.
Post by Amelia Hackett on Feb 9, 2013 3:06:34 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]She struggles immensly to get her last foot out of the adhesive, the only reason she had managed to get her first foot out quickly was she was able to before it had time to stick properly. The strain however, was not showing on her face. Oddly, her eyes pierced into Singed, no longer seeing the metal man as a threat... She snarls as she struggles to free herself.[/glow]
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