Solix/Luniz (Eclipse) Demorokali's Story

"Condition? Wha' condition? As ye can see, I'm talkin' 'ere." Connor spoke with a slight sharpness of his voice, he was obviously annoyed with all of these people stopping him from calling his master with whom he is completely loyal/obsessed with.

Then, the other entity appeared again, ranting on about Connor being immortal. He didn't pay attention at all. "Idio'? Do ye wan' t' join or no'? I know I immor'al. Thanks for poin'in' tha' out." Again, he was being cocky. But more than usual, maybe all of the people around are causing him to subconsciously show off.

"Fine call yah master, if ya want ya undead freak!"Solix shouted angrily as he rushed toward Connor. "Solix Demorokali! Stop!" Lunix shouted, almost pleadingly. At that time, Solix got a bit over 2 meters away and they both convulsed in pain, collapsing, whilst a pale blue bond of energy connected them. Solix slowly started to walk to Lunix, and their pain stopped."Solix... You keep forgetting...you half-brained idiot...sorry Connor..." Lunix said, gasping.

Nigel stared at the Solix Lunix pair, still not quite sure what their deal is. "Your master.....who is he? Please explain what it is you are offering I join? Are my skills needed? I'm a machine maker and weapons designer. I can craft anything with a bit of metal and some time."

Nigel glowed at the opportunity to share his gifts. He reached behind himself to demonstrate the weapon he'd made and still continues to work on. It appeared to be a long polished bronze cylinder. Etched in the metal where carvings of great lion warriors of legend wielding spear and claw. With a click the cylinder released from it's hold on Nigel's backpack and he offered it for Connor to examine. On first glance it seemed like the etchings where shimmering but at closer look one could see that they moved along it's length, changing positions and shape. The etchings themselves weren't actually moving but the machine beneath it was. Like a window into the heart of the machine one could see layers and layers of bronze tubing sliding, gears ticking away.

"It operates by reading the weilder's electrical impulses. Translating mere thought into a physical weapon. I could make dozens of these for your clan at the right price and with the right material."

Nigel twirled the cylinder in his hand and it seemed to grow long with several clanks and a series of ticking noises. He slammed the butt to the ground and showed that it had transformed into a long rifle. He lifted the rifle and demonstrated it's glove-like fit, Aiming it down the ally. He spun it again, switching hands as it re-formed into a long and sharp spear then a series of sectional blades slid out from the pole turning it into a long and sturdy sword.

"I haven't quite figured out how to integrate plasma into it though....." Nigel scratched the back of his neck and smiled. "Perhaps I could study your guns?"

"An Engineer? All arr welcome t' tha Clan. If ye wan' t' join, then ye can come wit' us." Connor replied to the strange Lion, a smile on his face. With all of these recruits at one place, Lord Payemyndii will be happy. "We offer grea' power. Y'know, like me eye." Connor pointed to his right eye whose pupil was in the shape of a black ring. "Dis eye can do lo' a stuff y'know. Lord Payemyndii can explain. We ourselves wan' universal peace."

Connor, then glanced at the strange gear offered to him. He had no idea on all of these scientific engineering stuff, as long as he can use it. Then it would be fine. Although, sticking with his guns is the best thing he wants. Connor then held the cylinder, but nothing happened. It was just left on standby. "Elec'ical pulses? Nah, I'm dead. I don' 'ave dese thin's."

"Wha' 'bout ye, hood guy? Ye in'eres'ed in joinin'?"

Nigel's expression brightened. He returned his weapon to it's clip next to his pack and looked to the others. He wasn't sure exactly what he was signing up for. It seemed this....corpse fighter was recruiting for a clan with a considerable amount of power. He claimes they are servants of peace which was comforting for him. He could work on furthering his mechanical research all for a good cause. Being in a clan assured he would have willing consumers. He was curious about this magic eye as well. Ronan folded his hands behind his back and stood with Connor, awaiting his chance to meet this Lord Payemydii.

"Hm, these guys seem useless. Excep' fo' t' lion guy. Tha' insane magician seems to be a bi' too violen', Lord Payemyndii would jus' kill 'im. And tha' hood guy, he seems strang' and threa'enin'. Maybe I should get outta 'ere." Connor thought to himself as the lion stood with him, seemingly well disciplined and helpful. He would be a perfect addition.

"'ey, guys. I can only take in one guy. An I pick t' lion. So... See ya la'er!" Connor spoke out quickly, trying his best to waste little time so the others don't have time to react.

Connor then quickly jumped, his body leaped over the group and landed behind them. The great strength of an undead human is perfect for these kinds of things. "Oi, Lion! Le's go!" He called out. Without waiting for a response, Connor ran off, out of the alley at great speed. He ran using all four limbs, his arms kept his balance by tapping walls and other items where his legs propelled him forward, sometimes, he would fall down to all fours to make his movements quicker.