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Ornin, Fourth of the Beast
The Beast is Nature, the Hunt, and Instinct
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Zanzarian Port: Lower Levels
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by SkullJester
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So begins...
Ornin, Fourth of the Beast's Story
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"Freedom is a double edged sword, though its boons will always far outweigh its dangers. Such is the way of souls of sentience. We all seek to have our own yokes, never to be harnessed by the wills of the others. Its that very reason that the Tower and the Beast went their separate ways, brothers though they were." The Monk contemplated her words. He truly wondered if he would encounter a Monk of the Tower here...and if he did, he already knew they would be on opposing sides.
"It is a worthy thing you all fight for. A very proud and noble goal. A glorious goal, despite the fangs of the futures, and those you might face." This world was suffering, crying out for help. Maybe thats why he was truly brought here...
"It is a worthy thing you all fight for. A very proud and noble goal. A glorious goal, despite the fangs of the futures, and those you might face." This world was suffering, crying out for help. Maybe thats why he was truly brought here...
"I'm glad you think so!" said Josai. "For a while, since no one came to our pleas, I was wondering if no one cared for freedom, and if they cared only for dominance. We've already been attacked by the Aschen once, and it was completely unprovoked. We even helped them in the beginning, but they tried to kill us out of nowhere. They're no friend to the Supremacy or the Rebellion, especially not Nahatsans, who take care of this world's protection. There are platforms covering this world that take care of any external threats. I guess that's why I'm a bit frightened about you just showing up. The ODPs can't detect that."
"The powers of the King's Gate are not bound by technology nor magic. It is a portal of pure divine will, harmonic and unbalanced." In truth, it was merely phase shift technology, instant travel trough time and space, but the way to control where you go was lost within the ages of the Orders. It worked much like other warp gates, though safer in terms of travel and molecular strain.
"You people sound advanced. Far more than this simple Monk and his Order of Brothers and Sisters. Perhaps I could learn something while I am here. Hunt as well? What of your world's wild life?" In truth, they did think themselves and their power suits magic, but it was merely the remnants of a greater time in his specie's society.
"You people sound advanced. Far more than this simple Monk and his Order of Brothers and Sisters. Perhaps I could learn something while I am here. Hunt as well? What of your world's wild life?" In truth, they did think themselves and their power suits magic, but it was merely the remnants of a greater time in his specie's society.
"Misranans are not bound by either technology or magic. We fuse the two, along with advanced organisms that we have evolved and changed ourselves through gene splicing and...doing other things that the scientists have figured out over the years. I'm not sure how advanced we are, if we're still having a petty, civil war on our own planet over a fight for independence. This should have been resolved hundreds of years ago." she said dryly. "But perhaps you will learn something. Our wildlife? Well, I can't compare it to any others. We have poisonous things, small animals, large animals...the Titans, the Brutes, the Gods. Or, well, that's one term for each of them."
As they came into the main, bustling parts of the city, they were greeted with the rich scents of streetfood, the noises of chitter chatter and vehicles speeding down the roads, which weren't made of tar or cement, but some kind of translucent, orange material. It looked smooth, like glass, but to the touch, one could feel the roughness to it. The friction.
And the city? Oh, the city.
Buildings were stacked atop buildings, highly stylized, colorful, but not exactly expensive. Some buildings were flimsy, while others strong. It was a mix of rich and poor within the town, and in such a humid area, most people wore very little, if just enough to be descent. Many aliens roamed about the place, some with six arms, big heads, and dowdy skin, much like the Grey that one would often see in movies. Others had long, lashing tails extending from a spinal structure, with barbs on the end. More, still, had horns atop their heads, and patterned melanin on their necks. There were a few that looked like insects, more that were up to ten feet tall, others as small as three.
"Welcome to Miserta Kara." said Josai, just as a dragon with cybernetic implants descended from the sky to perch onto one of the buildings. It blew a tower of green fire into the air.
As they came into the main, bustling parts of the city, they were greeted with the rich scents of streetfood, the noises of chitter chatter and vehicles speeding down the roads, which weren't made of tar or cement, but some kind of translucent, orange material. It looked smooth, like glass, but to the touch, one could feel the roughness to it. The friction.
And the city? Oh, the city.
Buildings were stacked atop buildings, highly stylized, colorful, but not exactly expensive. Some buildings were flimsy, while others strong. It was a mix of rich and poor within the town, and in such a humid area, most people wore very little, if just enough to be descent. Many aliens roamed about the place, some with six arms, big heads, and dowdy skin, much like the Grey that one would often see in movies. Others had long, lashing tails extending from a spinal structure, with barbs on the end. More, still, had horns atop their heads, and patterned melanin on their necks. There were a few that looked like insects, more that were up to ten feet tall, others as small as three.
"Welcome to Miserta Kara." said Josai, just as a dragon with cybernetic implants descended from the sky to perch onto one of the buildings. It blew a tower of green fire into the air.
It was marvelous in a way he didn't expect. It was very...metropolitan. Expansive, a powerful sight to be hold. It was not something he was used to. The Order's dwellings were spartan, stone and eerie lights, wooden benches...Mystic doors that opened on command, but this...this world...was glorious. It was a thing of beauty, and wonder.
"So much life...So many life forms. How is this possible?" It truth, the planet of the Order, his home world was on the decline. Massive, lush environments, healthy lands, but poor to little population. The ancestor's of his people and their wars decimated the population growth rate. In truth, there was barely even a thousand of his kind left...and they were spread across the stars, either seeking a place in the Order, or earning their keep to stay inside of it. "Take me to...where you wished to go...I...want to see more." For the first time in his life, Ornin was awestruck.
"So much life...So many life forms. How is this possible?" It truth, the planet of the Order, his home world was on the decline. Massive, lush environments, healthy lands, but poor to little population. The ancestor's of his people and their wars decimated the population growth rate. In truth, there was barely even a thousand of his kind left...and they were spread across the stars, either seeking a place in the Order, or earning their keep to stay inside of it. "Take me to...where you wished to go...I...want to see more." For the first time in his life, Ornin was awestruck.
Josai looked back towards Ornin, a perplexed expression crossing her face. "Never seen a city before?" she asked, a smirk crossing her face. "I guess Misrana really isn't like anywhere else in this galaxy...or this universe." A small sense of pride swelled in her chest.
She kept walking down the street, and oh, did people stare. As strange and new and glorious as Miserta Kara was to Ornin, so was Ornin to the people of Miserta Kara. "Don't mind the stares. New things are normally accepted in their culture. This is where humans first started when they came here." she told him.
They passed a large bio-mechanical beast as they walked, standing outside of an establishment. It carried a strong resemblance to a feline, but the tail was too long, and the whole thing lacked any fur. The legs were more accustomed to climbing and grabbing, almost like a lizards, than it was to running. The creature was large enough to hold a cockpit on its back, where a rider swiftly climbed into. The creature leaped into action, galloping down the street before it leaped onto a wall, rebounded, and, in mid-jump, transformed from beast to motorcycle, which hummed down the road into the distance.
"We had one foreigner come by here about two months ago. He was amused to find one of those walking around."
She kept walking down the street, and oh, did people stare. As strange and new and glorious as Miserta Kara was to Ornin, so was Ornin to the people of Miserta Kara. "Don't mind the stares. New things are normally accepted in their culture. This is where humans first started when they came here." she told him.
They passed a large bio-mechanical beast as they walked, standing outside of an establishment. It carried a strong resemblance to a feline, but the tail was too long, and the whole thing lacked any fur. The legs were more accustomed to climbing and grabbing, almost like a lizards, than it was to running. The creature was large enough to hold a cockpit on its back, where a rider swiftly climbed into. The creature leaped into action, galloping down the street before it leaped onto a wall, rebounded, and, in mid-jump, transformed from beast to motorcycle, which hummed down the road into the distance.
"We had one foreigner come by here about two months ago. He was amused to find one of those walking around."
The stars he did not mind indeed. He almost wished to take his helmet off, to enjoy this new world without the aid of a video recorder, but a quick scan of the atmosphere showed that it didn't even hold a single atom of his specie's breathable elements. Needing gaseous magnesium to breath natural was a burden on most of the world's the Order visited.
"It is marvelous, Josai. And no...I never really have. Nothing like this. The only city within the Walled World of The Sigils is larger than this, but...no where near this volume of people...Barely...even a handful." It wasn't a depressed tone in his voice, more like a longing...A desire to be a part of something this large. "I am...enthralled, female..." And he was, Ornin barely paying enough attention to avoid bumping into people.
"It is marvelous, Josai. And no...I never really have. Nothing like this. The only city within the Walled World of The Sigils is larger than this, but...no where near this volume of people...Barely...even a handful." It wasn't a depressed tone in his voice, more like a longing...A desire to be a part of something this large. "I am...enthralled, female..." And he was, Ornin barely paying enough attention to avoid bumping into people.
"Really? That sounds very lonely. I'm very rarely in a place not filled with people. At least, in a city. I guess, on another hand, it sounds peaceful. Something I'm not too used to." She kept down the street until they came to one specific building with a layered, red roof.
She held her hand up to a flat panel next to the door, and it slid open automatically.
"I hope you don't mind small ceilings. This is the house of a malemni."
She held her hand up to a flat panel next to the door, and it slid open automatically.
"I hope you don't mind small ceilings. This is the house of a malemni."
"It might be uncomfortable at first, but I adjust fast." In truth, this giant of his species had to crouch, almost squat, until his suit and Lair fixated his height to a more comfortable size and dimension. "After you, please, Josai..."
The monk was taken aback slightly at how similarly these doors worked to his own people's. Perhaps the Seven came here on their travels long, long, ago.
The monk was taken aback slightly at how similarly these doors worked to his own people's. Perhaps the Seven came here on their travels long, long, ago.
Josai looked back at the monk, holding back laughter. The only thing that stopped her from slapping her palm to her mouth was that it had a bullet hole through it. The only reason she had not been complaining about that was because of the numbing agent in her gauntlets that worked alongside the magic.
As they walked in, Josai dropped the body on the wooden flooring. Several people looked up from the couches at them. One was one of the large-headed, grey aliens with eight limbs. Four that looked like the legs of a spider ending in big hands, and two smaller ones that sprouted from its chest. With large, almond-shaped eyes, it studied Ornin.
Another was a small guy. Three feet tall, perhaps the one that lived there, with a terrible, toothy grin across his face. His skin was dark blue and wrinkly, and he was lanky for his size. He had his hands around the waist of two rather attractive women with those long tails, dressed in little.
With a sneer and a groan, Josai dropped the culprit on the ground.
"Jaroo. I found the guy. I also found another guy. Meet Ornin, of the...Seven. He has a long title and he battled a spirit fired from a bazooka. Some kind of a feat, hmm? Ornin, this is my boss, Jaroo."
The little guy lowered a pair of spectacles that had been covering his eyes, which grew in admiration.
As they walked in, Josai dropped the body on the wooden flooring. Several people looked up from the couches at them. One was one of the large-headed, grey aliens with eight limbs. Four that looked like the legs of a spider ending in big hands, and two smaller ones that sprouted from its chest. With large, almond-shaped eyes, it studied Ornin.
Another was a small guy. Three feet tall, perhaps the one that lived there, with a terrible, toothy grin across his face. His skin was dark blue and wrinkly, and he was lanky for his size. He had his hands around the waist of two rather attractive women with those long tails, dressed in little.
With a sneer and a groan, Josai dropped the culprit on the ground.
"Jaroo. I found the guy. I also found another guy. Meet Ornin, of the...Seven. He has a long title and he battled a spirit fired from a bazooka. Some kind of a feat, hmm? Ornin, this is my boss, Jaroo."
The little guy lowered a pair of spectacles that had been covering his eyes, which grew in admiration.
"My full title is Ornin, Fourth of the Beast, Hunter and Monk of the Seven Sigils." He bowed very slightly, not wanting to expose much of his neck. None of the species here looked anything like his people, so the idea that they might share a common ancestry or the fact that the Seven may have visited long ago slipped further from his mind. "And a good day to you all, and fine hunts in the future."
"Josai told me what she could about this world's trouble on the way to this place. And before you can ask me yourself, or deny me...I'd like to offer my services, and the services of the Beast, in your efforts." Perhaps Ornin was being forward, but such was his way. "Now...what do you all have to quench my thirst?" He asked, the monk's form still shrinking to fit comfortably, sitting on the floor with a casual, but incredibly loud thud.
"Josai told me what she could about this world's trouble on the way to this place. And before you can ask me yourself, or deny me...I'd like to offer my services, and the services of the Beast, in your efforts." Perhaps Ornin was being forward, but such was his way. "Now...what do you all have to quench my thirst?" He asked, the monk's form still shrinking to fit comfortably, sitting on the floor with a casual, but incredibly loud thud.
Jaroo, dressed in expensive furs and leathers of some of the rarer animals upon the planet, flicked his eyes from the Monk to Josai. He mouthed something, and the spy only shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"He fended off a Spirit, Jaroo. With his bare hands." she explained.
Jaroo flicked his eyes back to Ornin. He whistled. "Big. Guy. Like Golemni." he said. "We could do with that kind of fighter...I'll let Dasaliz Rauta know of his presence."
Rauta. One of six Rebellion leaders. Josai frowned. "Why go that far?"
He waved her away.
"What is it you like to eat, good sir?" Jaroo asked Ornin with a big grin. He patted the thigh of one of his alulan girls, who stood up immediately.
"He fended off a Spirit, Jaroo. With his bare hands." she explained.
Jaroo flicked his eyes back to Ornin. He whistled. "Big. Guy. Like Golemni." he said. "We could do with that kind of fighter...I'll let Dasaliz Rauta know of his presence."
Rauta. One of six Rebellion leaders. Josai frowned. "Why go that far?"
He waved her away.
"What is it you like to eat, good sir?" Jaroo asked Ornin with a big grin. He patted the thigh of one of his alulan girls, who stood up immediately.
"Anything. My suit and nutrient supplements will filter out the poisonous and lack-luster parts of the food. Repeating, anything." He was wondering who this Rauta entity was. Another new person to meet, and it would do him good. A pilgrimage of the social aspects. Fantastic.
"And for liquid nutrients, once more, anything...I prefer the Solemn Tears of the Maiden." His peoples saying for the simplest of things, water. Basically meaning he probably wouldn't get it.
The Monk would return his gaze to Josai, then all the others in the room. "What else is their to know about this enemy? I know I will probably not be trusted on such things yet but what are their numbers like? Was that creature I fought a top form of their defenses? There are things I must know, and must have, if I should fight for you all."
"And for liquid nutrients, once more, anything...I prefer the Solemn Tears of the Maiden." His peoples saying for the simplest of things, water. Basically meaning he probably wouldn't get it.
The Monk would return his gaze to Josai, then all the others in the room. "What else is their to know about this enemy? I know I will probably not be trusted on such things yet but what are their numbers like? Was that creature I fought a top form of their defenses? There are things I must know, and must have, if I should fight for you all."
"Intriguing," said Josai, eyes up. "That's actually something I should look into..."
Jaroo gave her a look.
"Not that I'd go the cyborgian path, but...it would be useful to have something like that. Just saying." Josai added. She looked to the Monk and smiled uneasily. "Nothing against you, either, of course...it's just personal preference.
"This enemy is incredibly strong. The Supremacy has any civilian that can and will sign up, and that's most of them. They have impressive technology and their Spirit technology surpasses ours by far. The amount of pollution they cause by using ultrapurified magic is a downfall, though. I heard it's like nuclear waste down on...oh, what did that man say?"
"Earth." said the grey alien.
"Thank you, Urian." replied Josai. "That Spirit was one of them, but he wasn't...one of the most powerful, or even incredibly powerful. He was too powerful for someone without good enough weapons of her own, however."
Jaroo waved the Alulan girl away to the kitchen, where she prepared something for the Monk.
Jaroo gave her a look.
"Not that I'd go the cyborgian path, but...it would be useful to have something like that. Just saying." Josai added. She looked to the Monk and smiled uneasily. "Nothing against you, either, of course...it's just personal preference.
"This enemy is incredibly strong. The Supremacy has any civilian that can and will sign up, and that's most of them. They have impressive technology and their Spirit technology surpasses ours by far. The amount of pollution they cause by using ultrapurified magic is a downfall, though. I heard it's like nuclear waste down on...oh, what did that man say?"
"Earth." said the grey alien.
"Thank you, Urian." replied Josai. "That Spirit was one of them, but he wasn't...one of the most powerful, or even incredibly powerful. He was too powerful for someone without good enough weapons of her own, however."
Jaroo waved the Alulan girl away to the kitchen, where she prepared something for the Monk.
Earth? Did he just...no...must be a mis-communication with his translator. Slowly, wires began to creep out from his ring, sinking and seamlessly infusing with the back of his suit, all of his suits exterior lights dimming, except for his visual filter.
Her words made Ornin pause however. The...Spirit...from before had not been an easy fight. It wasn't exceptionally challenging, but it still took a decent amount of effort. It was disconcerting, but at the same time, thrilling. One day soon, he might have to go all out.
But wait..."What do you mean, no offense? Cyborgian? What does that mean? Why would I take offense." The Monk nodded his thanks to the female as she departed for what he assumed was the pantry.
Her words made Ornin pause however. The...Spirit...from before had not been an easy fight. It wasn't exceptionally challenging, but it still took a decent amount of effort. It was disconcerting, but at the same time, thrilling. One day soon, he might have to go all out.
But wait..."What do you mean, no offense? Cyborgian? What does that mean? Why would I take offense." The Monk nodded his thanks to the female as she departed for what he assumed was the pantry.
It had been a small while since Ornin had come to Miserta Kara. Jaroo had made sure to pay for a particularly high-roofed house for the Monk. He also paid for several people to keep an eye on him. As much as Jaroo was fond of his large, powerful "friend," he never could trust anyone entirely.
They had taught him of all Misrana's technology, of the war, of their leader, Dasaliz Rauta. They had taught him of Miserta's customs, and toured him around a bit. They still had not brought him to the forest, however.
Josai went by that day, knocking on the doors to Ornin's temporary living space.
They had taught him of all Misrana's technology, of the war, of their leader, Dasaliz Rauta. They had taught him of Miserta's customs, and toured him around a bit. They still had not brought him to the forest, however.
Josai went by that day, knocking on the doors to Ornin's temporary living space.
Ornin did not answer immediately. One rule, unspoken yet unbreakable, is that no one may see one of the Monks of the Sigil's true face. It was forbidden, and the penalty was one of the most cruel of the order. The follower of the Beast was in a state of Exposed Meditation when his 'partner' came knocking.
Donning his garb at a slow pace, the gate to his residence slid open slowly, the briefest flash of brown-orange skin appearing before the women's eyes mere blinks before his mask hissed, sealed around the rest of his facial attire. It worried the Monk for a moment, before waving the thought away. That alone wasn't offense enough. Not in the least. A little known fact, however, even to the Beast, is that their suits, their scale, hide, fur, whatever each individual monk called their individual armor, the lights that shimmered and shone, dancing across the skin tight attire reflected in color their current mood.
Beneath his mask, Ornin smiled. "Are we finally going to get to fight, female Josai?"
His suit radiated the pale pink and grays of boredom and restlessness.
Donning his garb at a slow pace, the gate to his residence slid open slowly, the briefest flash of brown-orange skin appearing before the women's eyes mere blinks before his mask hissed, sealed around the rest of his facial attire. It worried the Monk for a moment, before waving the thought away. That alone wasn't offense enough. Not in the least. A little known fact, however, even to the Beast, is that their suits, their scale, hide, fur, whatever each individual monk called their individual armor, the lights that shimmered and shone, dancing across the skin tight attire reflected in color their current mood.
Beneath his mask, Ornin smiled. "Are we finally going to get to fight, female Josai?"
His suit radiated the pale pink and grays of boredom and restlessness.
Josai scratched the back of her head nervously. "You'll have to ask Jaroo! But there's a lot of battles coming awfully soon. I, um. I'm going to have to help with that, and I'll be seeing you in a few months." She beamed up at him. "But until then, I won't see you. I have to do work in Calidona. I have some people that'll be looking after you-" She let out a laugh, "-not that you'll need it! But to get you around and acquainted more. This is hardly all of Misrana. Miserta Kara is probably the most ordinary."
The spy folded her arms and sighed. "Don't be too impatient. We can't just rush into battle here. I don't know how it is anywhere else, but things get dangerous here real quick. We're so outgunned and outnumbered by the Supremacy that we have to pick our fights wisely. You understand, right?"
The spy folded her arms and sighed. "Don't be too impatient. We can't just rush into battle here. I don't know how it is anywhere else, but things get dangerous here real quick. We're so outgunned and outnumbered by the Supremacy that we have to pick our fights wisely. You understand, right?"
"Oh, I understand, female Josai. Sometimes predators have to be cautious because the game they hunt is dangerous, especially in great herds. Do not worry for me. It is merely the blood of the Beast that desires combat most legendary." There was a beaming smile behind the Monk's mask, and Ornin's body language did little to hide his excitement, though slowing, her other words began to sink it.
"And so you stopped by to wish me a farewell. Knowing your line of work, oh stealthiest of stalkers, there is a chance we may never encounter each other again on the plains of war." The giant foreigner of her world embraced her, suddenly, and tight enough that, if not for the fact that he quickly released her, bones and sinew would have probably snapped and popped out of place. "I wish you protection, female."
"And so you stopped by to wish me a farewell. Knowing your line of work, oh stealthiest of stalkers, there is a chance we may never encounter each other again on the plains of war." The giant foreigner of her world embraced her, suddenly, and tight enough that, if not for the fact that he quickly released her, bones and sinew would have probably snapped and popped out of place. "I wish you protection, female."
Josai quirked a brow. The way Ornin spoke was strange, and stranger still the way it went through the translator. Even so, she could tell he was at least excited for the battle to come. She did not know if that was incredibly good news or a bit concerning. They took confidence in Ornin, but only so much. He was an alien and they could not be sure of his real intentions. Even Dasaliz had warned them that it was risky.
Once swallowed in a hug, however, Josai's mind went far from any thought that this man was anything like a terrorist. She made a small groan from the quick embrace, all air released from her lungs. A pat came to his bicep. "I...I appreciate it, Ornin. Thank you." The woman was a little- more than a little, actually- surprised. "I will do my best to not...die. And perhaps we'll see one another again."
Once swallowed in a hug, however, Josai's mind went far from any thought that this man was anything like a terrorist. She made a small groan from the quick embrace, all air released from her lungs. A pat came to his bicep. "I...I appreciate it, Ornin. Thank you." The woman was a little- more than a little, actually- surprised. "I will do my best to not...die. And perhaps we'll see one another again."
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