Setting
When was it created, what is its purpose? A massive structure, pristine and beautiful. It seems to go on forever... pristine, bright and beautiful, yet some may feel something more beyond that... pain, sorrow, anger, and regret.
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God Machine Chaos is a part of 
Pandora Ex Machina: Into Chaos.
9 Characters Here
Morpheus [187] A strange shadowy creature with a tendency to grin maniacally. He seems somewhat... simple in ways, or is this a facade?
Aranel Rose Knightblade [176] She is from back in the King Arthur times, part elf and part human.
Mia Nora DoStaga [141] calm. collected. friendly. out for herself
Molkrii [138] "Close your eyes and let the cold take you."
Mage Hunter [75] "May you walk in the King's light." (WIP?)
Liana Atmaja [48] Old boss is gone now meet the new boss, same as the old boss
Daemon Furor [34] "Transients are only fascinating in that they still exist."
Daemon Metus [28] "Perhaps it is uncertainty that makes them fascinating."
[Thaumara] [2] "Some stories stay with us forever... What about yours?"
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"sorry i was talking to my AI" He says as he tuns around to continue his conversation.
----Mia----
***"Its ok you were doing what you thought was right."*** she says somewhat distracted.
----Mia----
***"Its ok you were doing what you thought was right."*** she says somewhat distracted.
He opens a pouch on his belt. Pulling out a little pill. "Here eat this will stop the pain." he handed it to her.
"What do I do with it?" she asked confused. As she comes from a past time she has never seen medicine or pills.
Thaumara materialized next to Aranel, touching her forehead gently with her index finger. The halfling's body crumples on the floor, and Aranel's spirit floats up next to her. She smiles as the pill drops and rolls out of Aranel's fingers. "Aranel Rose Knightblade. I am Thaumara. You may have heard me earlier as I claimed you."
Thaumara tipped her head to the side and closes her glowing eyes briefly. When they open again, lavender smoke was swirling around the halfling. "I have given you the scent of Null. You can briefly control Liana's beasts. This will decide if you are friend or foe. But I warn you. Furor's contestant is greatly favored by him and she also holds tints of the Null. The monsters will not attack her unless Liana gives the command, and even then I doubt they can kill her."
Shaking her head, Thaumara finishes up. "My time is short, halfling. I do expect you to win, and maybe kill something in my honor?" She morphs into Aranel's mother, smiling and drawing the elven glyph of peace in the air. "Farewell, my contestant. I do hope you are able to win."
With that, she blew away in pieces like sand, and a soft scent of wood smoke was left in the wind as Aranel was returned to her solid form.
Thaumara tipped her head to the side and closes her glowing eyes briefly. When they open again, lavender smoke was swirling around the halfling. "I have given you the scent of Null. You can briefly control Liana's beasts. This will decide if you are friend or foe. But I warn you. Furor's contestant is greatly favored by him and she also holds tints of the Null. The monsters will not attack her unless Liana gives the command, and even then I doubt they can kill her."
Shaking her head, Thaumara finishes up. "My time is short, halfling. I do expect you to win, and maybe kill something in my honor?" She morphs into Aranel's mother, smiling and drawing the elven glyph of peace in the air. "Farewell, my contestant. I do hope you are able to win."
With that, she blew away in pieces like sand, and a soft scent of wood smoke was left in the wind as Aranel was returned to her solid form.
Aranel sat up with a gasp. "We may be able to beat her now, and make sure she can't hurt anyone else." she whispered to herself. Grinning she looked around for the Null beasts that could help her and urged a few to her. "Lead me to the icy one please?" she asked and watched it start in a direction Aranel hadn't even seen. She stood and and dragged Mage up with her. *"Thank you Thaumara. I'll not waste this precious gift you have given me."* she sent her. "Come on Mage hurry, we have to find her and finish this, follow me." she said enthusiastically and took off running following the direction of the null creature. She had hope in her heart again and she was ready to defeat the ice on and win. She wasn't going to waste her wish on simple things, no, her wish would be for her companions to each have their own wish granted to them. She was now determined to reach the heart, heal it and make her wish.
Molkrii looked up to the huge board covered in switches and buttons. Hopefully that stupid Mage Hunter was still blundering after her orbs. She could feel them coming, however, and knew that her luck had run out. She snarled in a feral manner and slammed a button, hearing explosions in the distance. She checked her radar and saw a tunnel turn red right in front of her pursuers.
Molkrii smiled cruelly, knowing that the collapsed tunnel won't hold them for long. She pushes more similar buttons, watching the maze crumble in front of her foes. She started running down a hallway, and then noticed a crosshatch of pipes on the ceiling. Slowing down, Molkrii leapt up onto one of them. She looked around and noticed a hole in the rusted and corroded metal above. She narrowed her eyes, analyzing the ceiling. It was very weak in some places.
Molkrii sent a bolt of ice onto the metal, and it froze over. She punched the roof, shattering the icy film and denting the plates. Pulling out her blade, she sliced it open with ease. Grabbing the edges, she ripped off a few plates, making a hole that she slipped through. Her armor flipped again, fixing itself, and Molkrii looked around.
It was a mess of winding tubes and metal. Molkrii checked her radar, and figured out which tubes her adversaries were in. She smiled, sending bolts of ice that spiked down into the tubes. She spotted a tall white building in the distance, sitting on the maze of metal. She began making her way to it, feeling some sort of aura... like a god.
Maybe Molkrii was getting close.
"Jesus Christ!" Mage screamed as the metal came down in front of them. He leaped off the null's head throwing himself at the metal. His shield comes together and he smashes through the barricade. Punching a hole into it. But only the size of his shield the null creature was too big. He pulled out a few explosives and plated them on his side and made the hole bigger after detonation. hopefully enough to get them both in. He had Molkrii position locked on now. But there were still a lot more barricades to punch thru.
Molkrii ran towards the white building. As she neared it, she heard the splintering of ice and saw the Mage Hunter lock on. She growled and concentrated. She needed to throw him off her path, at least for long enough to reach the shrine. She couldn't use magic, so now honing devices. But she could...
Flipping out a tiny metal box, she pressed the tiny purple button. It unfolded into a flat sheet, like oragami in reverse, and then the complicated code written on the page started to assemble the sheet metal into a golem-like beast. Molkrii attached one of her sensors onto the golem, and she turned it on. Turning its attention to her adversary, she let the golem free.
It was insanely fast, but easy to break. The pieces would reassemble until there were too worn to do it anymore. Molkrii froze the metal ground, hopefully the Mage Hunter would be hampered by the surface.
Too many hopes, Molkrii thought as she reached the shrine.
Flipping out a tiny metal box, she pressed the tiny purple button. It unfolded into a flat sheet, like oragami in reverse, and then the complicated code written on the page started to assemble the sheet metal into a golem-like beast. Molkrii attached one of her sensors onto the golem, and she turned it on. Turning its attention to her adversary, she let the golem free.
It was insanely fast, but easy to break. The pieces would reassemble until there were too worn to do it anymore. Molkrii froze the metal ground, hopefully the Mage Hunter would be hampered by the surface.
Too many hopes, Molkrii thought as she reached the shrine.
Ahead of Molkrii a familiar presence is felt, having moved on nonstop he continues forward in his new armored shell guided only by that pain he felt earlier.
"So... here we are again." He mutters, a somber tone in his voice. "I do wonder why it is we came at odds, we share some form of kinship. At least... I felt that. After all, we are both creatures of habit, and it is neither of our faults."
Morpheus had attained a strong sense of vindication, and was not about to let go of it so easily. Like a heartbeat, what aether is in the air resonates strongly like a heartbeat, magical auras seem to shudder from each pulse. He's not far away, nor is he making an effort to hide his presence.
"You ever ponder the point of our survival?" He questions, holding out one of his claws to the side, the gleam of the strange light in the area reflecting off the machina fragments adorned on his body. "When the mountains crumble, when all creatures turn to dust, and when the sun and moon die... what is the point of it all to just survive if in the end it leads only towards absolute isolation?"
Screeching of metal is heard as the Crimson growths trail along the floors and along the walls, but they seem to behave evasively towards Morpheus and Molkrii. Not fear, but more so it seems it intend not to be between either of them.
"I was born this way, but you used to be something else... perhaps once upon a time you were just a relatively normal person, having good days and bad days but overall a decent life... only to have it taken from you. Despite them all being dead, you are still bound up in strings." The sound of the scratches suddenly stops but the rhythm in the aether continues. The pulses stronger, but also steadier, something very unlike the savage and wild presence Morpheus had before when they first met. "That is why I can only pity you, and... forgive you. If we fight, I will no longer hold any malice, but instead mercy."
"So... here we are again." He mutters, a somber tone in his voice. "I do wonder why it is we came at odds, we share some form of kinship. At least... I felt that. After all, we are both creatures of habit, and it is neither of our faults."
Morpheus had attained a strong sense of vindication, and was not about to let go of it so easily. Like a heartbeat, what aether is in the air resonates strongly like a heartbeat, magical auras seem to shudder from each pulse. He's not far away, nor is he making an effort to hide his presence.
"You ever ponder the point of our survival?" He questions, holding out one of his claws to the side, the gleam of the strange light in the area reflecting off the machina fragments adorned on his body. "When the mountains crumble, when all creatures turn to dust, and when the sun and moon die... what is the point of it all to just survive if in the end it leads only towards absolute isolation?"
Screeching of metal is heard as the Crimson growths trail along the floors and along the walls, but they seem to behave evasively towards Morpheus and Molkrii. Not fear, but more so it seems it intend not to be between either of them.
"I was born this way, but you used to be something else... perhaps once upon a time you were just a relatively normal person, having good days and bad days but overall a decent life... only to have it taken from you. Despite them all being dead, you are still bound up in strings." The sound of the scratches suddenly stops but the rhythm in the aether continues. The pulses stronger, but also steadier, something very unlike the savage and wild presence Morpheus had before when they first met. "That is why I can only pity you, and... forgive you. If we fight, I will no longer hold any malice, but instead mercy."
Molkrii stood on the flawless stairs of the shrine. It had crimson wisps spiraling up the pillars, but not of the Blight. More like Furor's. A sacrifice for nothing... She hadn't seen her sponsor at all. She was so lost in thought, she was slow to turn as she sensed Morpheus's presence.
"Have you come to slay me as well? Odd, I thought you more the... Assassin type. Yet now, you approach with no fear. Something-" Molkrii's voice cracked, with some sort of emotion. "Something no one has done in decades... Other than foolish men who think they can defeat me. You seem to be logical. Please don't make me destroy you. You seem untainted by your obviously terrible bloodline. Yet, here you are. Trying to do something noble?"
"You ever ponder the point of our survival? When the mountains crumble, when all creatures turn to dust, and when the sun and moon die... what is the point of it all to just survive if in the end it leads only towards absolute isolation."
A little thrown off by his odd question, Molkrii simply answered. At least he wasn't trying to kill her immediately. "Aye. It seems a tiresome task, to cut our way through enemies, adversaries who seek only to diminish our happiness, to destroy our lives. I was made this way, but you..."
"I was born this way, but you used to be something else... perhaps once upon a time you were just a relatively normal person, having good days and bad days but overall a decent life... only to have it taken from you. Despite them all being dead, you are still bound up in strings. That is why I can only pity you, and... forgive you. If we fight, I will no longer hold any malice, but instead mercy."
Molkrii was choked up with emotion she hadn't felt in decades. She was finally understood and not feared. Now she was afraid, scared that tears would escape and betray her weakness. She coughed out a silent sob.
"I... I cannot explain my emotion upon hearing that statement. I have been no more than a ruthless murderer, only feared and attacked. Yet, you... Do you know the pain of a puppet's life as well? I am no good with accepting pity, but it feels good to be forgiven. I could accept it, if I didn't have so much innocent blood on my hands." Molkrii's system started beeping, a quiet buzz only heard in her brain. "The Hunter. He is compassionless, almost more so than I. My system is unable to take much more emotion, so forgive my exterior of hate. The Magic Killer, though, he snuffs out our power with no more thought than killing a fly. I have lost so many that way, of my own fault and of others... Morpheus, I sense great emotion from you. Loss? I am sorry if I have done anything... I will apologize to only you. None other has given me so much respect, dare I say, tolerance. It's a horrid existence. No love, only hate wherever I go. Some of it is well-put, but..." She looked up to see the Hunter and the halfling approaching. "They hate me. I just want to leave here, or win. I fear I cannot leave without my life if others win."
Aranel began laughing "You think that if you don't win you will die? Well I wonder why that is? Maybe because you tried to kill me. I had an odd feeling from you and I hoped you would prove me wrong but you didn't. In the end you proved my mistrust well placed. Molkrii, help me get to the center and I'll make sure you get your wish upon my honor and life." she held out her hand and gold veins began to encircle her hand and arm. She was always willing to hope others could be good. "If you take my hand my promise will be bound to my life force and if I should break my promise I shall die."
"If only I could say the same." he drawed his kukri. "The crimson doesn't want you to live though." Under his helm he frowns "You must die. I'm sorry." He readies his blade. Then his shield. "Morpheus I like you so. Please for the love of God don't stand in the way." He begins to walk forward. "Same with you Aranel. Don't get in the fucking way." He looks to Molkrii. He was ready for her Move
"Mage the crimson is not running this. It's only in it for itself. Think about it. The crimson is a blight infecting Chaos. It can't give you your wish. Please, everyone deserves a second chance. Shake this madness. The blight is controlling you, using you for it's own gain. It's like a leech. It is taking but giving nothing back. Please see reason." Aranel said walking to stand beside Morph. ***"Mia, we may very well need your help. Come quickly please?"*** she sent to Mia.
"She did get a second chance when you fought her you chose to forgive her. There for making that her second chance. Also about the Crimson. Did you not say let it live. There is a consequence for everything. Consider this it. This is no madness this is purity. The blight? All I see is beauty. A leach? My entire existence is doing what im told and getting nothing back. This time I do. I get to live in pandora. This is my reason." He then looks to Molkrii. "Until it say otherwise I will complete my mission."
---Mia---
***"Ok coming"*** She sends back as she sprints down the hall. Headed to where her friends where.
---Mia---
***"Ok coming"*** She sends back as she sprints down the hall. Headed to where her friends where.
Molkrii smiled as Aranel held out her golden-bound hand. She quickly checked it over, and it seemed to be as Aranel promised. She shook her hand, but pulled away as frost began creeping onto the halfling's hand. "It seems my hostility and mistrust was wrongly placed. I will accept your offer."
Molkrii turned to the Hunter as he drew his kuriki. She shook her head, marveling at the foolishness of this Mage Hunter. "The Crimson Blight is as magical as we are. Apparently, you are not immune to its power, the way it twists your mind. I am aware of it as well, yet I am strong enough to not give in. Are you weak? I feel that your strength lies in others. You are completely useless until someone gives you a command. I know that feeling. I was like that once as well. Yet, I can overcome those who seek to control me. Under them, I do worse things than I could ever do on my own."
Molkrii launched a dart-like missile as she spoke, which would easily disarm the Hunter. She didn't want a fight. She knew how to get to the center, and she could care less about this do-gooder.
Molkrii turned to the Hunter as he drew his kuriki. She shook her head, marveling at the foolishness of this Mage Hunter. "The Crimson Blight is as magical as we are. Apparently, you are not immune to its power, the way it twists your mind. I am aware of it as well, yet I am strong enough to not give in. Are you weak? I feel that your strength lies in others. You are completely useless until someone gives you a command. I know that feeling. I was like that once as well. Yet, I can overcome those who seek to control me. Under them, I do worse things than I could ever do on my own."
Molkrii launched a dart-like missile as she spoke, which would easily disarm the Hunter. She didn't want a fight. She knew how to get to the center, and she could care less about this do-gooder.
Morpheus looks back at them, he then looks up above. He has sensed it from the start but never knew exactly where to go until recently. As they were having their dispute with the Crimson seeking out to claim Chaos. Above them is a structure of some sort suspended without any chains or links, merely the energy that flows throughout Chaos, both in and outward.
"Pandora! I know you can hear me!I am Morpheus, a child of Abarranne! I want you to know, it wasn't your fau-!"
"No. This is enough. You... I will not allow you to speak to her. You are a mistake. Why did Metus choose you? Choose the taint of the Traitor... the stain of the Solemn Vow. This... is ridiculous!" Furor's voice booms.
"You have grown sloppy, Furor. The very concept of a non-machina foiling your grand plans frustrates you ever so much that it has distracted you. That is why you had my creator destroyed, is it not? How fitting your place be Pandora's wrath... and nothing more." The crimson finally speaks, it's distorted voice coming forth from swirling growths along the floor.
"Do not presume to understand me, I am of original design, woven by her will... you are merely a faux Pandora, a cheap imitation that believes it has achieved sentience."
"You speak so highly of her... yet... why do you speak for her? Surely a being so great can speak for herself." The Crimson responds, forming a semi-humanoid figure made entirely of the red pieces. "Metus appeals to her as a person... but you... rather she stay within your ideal image of he-."
The Crimson is cut short as an immense discharge of energy is shot straight down upon the figure, vaporizing it and shaking Chaos. The fragments of the Crimson recede elsewhere to reform. Fragments of the energy smolder around the impact point as drones immediately rush to repair the damages.
"You... are merely a roach... as for Metus... he is deluded, I am the only true herald of her will." Furor boldly states. "This game will soon come to its end.
"Yes, it will." Metus states as a spiraling stairway forms before them all.
"Pandora! I know you can hear me!I am Morpheus, a child of Abarranne! I want you to know, it wasn't your fau-!"
"No. This is enough. You... I will not allow you to speak to her. You are a mistake. Why did Metus choose you? Choose the taint of the Traitor... the stain of the Solemn Vow. This... is ridiculous!" Furor's voice booms.
"You have grown sloppy, Furor. The very concept of a non-machina foiling your grand plans frustrates you ever so much that it has distracted you. That is why you had my creator destroyed, is it not? How fitting your place be Pandora's wrath... and nothing more." The crimson finally speaks, it's distorted voice coming forth from swirling growths along the floor.
"Do not presume to understand me, I am of original design, woven by her will... you are merely a faux Pandora, a cheap imitation that believes it has achieved sentience."
"You speak so highly of her... yet... why do you speak for her? Surely a being so great can speak for herself." The Crimson responds, forming a semi-humanoid figure made entirely of the red pieces. "Metus appeals to her as a person... but you... rather she stay within your ideal image of he-."
The Crimson is cut short as an immense discharge of energy is shot straight down upon the figure, vaporizing it and shaking Chaos. The fragments of the Crimson recede elsewhere to reform. Fragments of the energy smolder around the impact point as drones immediately rush to repair the damages.
"You... are merely a roach... as for Metus... he is deluded, I am the only true herald of her will." Furor boldly states. "This game will soon come to its end.
"Yes, it will." Metus states as a spiraling stairway forms before them all.
Mia comes in as soon as the stairs hit. Seeing the ice beam hit the stairs just in front of Mage Hunter. "You bitch!" she screams sprinting to where they are.
---Mage Hunter---
The burst sent Mage on his ass. His suit pops open. Crawling out in a skin tight jump suit. He pulls off a few weapons from the suits storage trying to get them to unfold. the only one that did was the pistol. "Destroy the fucking Helmet!! The system was corrupted!" He then open fires into the Helm. The AI then kicks in "Tisk Tisk Tisk. You were almost perfect." the suit begins to close up. "You have to do it now! Molkrii use the biggest piece of ice you can to destroy the helm!"
---Mage Hunter---
The burst sent Mage on his ass. His suit pops open. Crawling out in a skin tight jump suit. He pulls off a few weapons from the suits storage trying to get them to unfold. the only one that did was the pistol. "Destroy the fucking Helmet!! The system was corrupted!" He then open fires into the Helm. The AI then kicks in "Tisk Tisk Tisk. You were almost perfect." the suit begins to close up. "You have to do it now! Molkrii use the biggest piece of ice you can to destroy the helm!"
Molkrii looks over at the Hunter in surprise. He seems so vulnerable outside of his suit, like a snake without scales or fangs. Yet he yelled out orders like he was still invincible. Molkrii didn't know why she did it, but she clasped her hands together and began pulling them apart, forming a huge ball of ice that she sent flying towards their target. His suit seems to be working as a sentient entity, powered by the AI. Molkrii knew all too well from experience that wires and ice didn't mix.
"Consider this." The Crimson speaks, the tone sounding more like pleading as it is being repulsed from the area by them and Furor's influence. "Corruption comes in many forms... greater than I, this corruption cannot ever forgive or allow forgiveness. It is the very reason this 'game' even exists. The Nephilim has already sensed it, the halfling and the hunter attained a memory."
With this the sense of the Crimson seems to completely retreat from the area, back deep into the abyss of Chaos.
"The Crimson did cause misery... but there is a different kind of pain that I felt strongest after whatever it was you did, Ara. You... unlocked something. Morpheus states looking somberly at the core structure. "It was a hopeless feeling..."
Morpheus attempts to climb the stairs but a force strikes him. He's stunned but the pieces of machina seem to just barely shield him against the onslaught. It is not magic, it is just like the energy Furor used to vaporize the Crimson earlier. Furor has made it clear now that he means what he said: he does not want Morpheus near Pandora.
"Molkrii, you now have nothing to fear... why do you hesitate?" Furor's voice booms once more. "There was a point to this game, that pride and emotions are the enemy of tranquility. All this should have proven that. Transient beings hate, they fear what they don't understand, and they war. Is it not better to feel nothing at all?"
"Tch... this guy..." He strains to move, his form disrupted by the energy but he tries again to ascend the stairs. "Can't move forward or backwards... just sitting stagnant... apathetic to everything else... and your attacks lack substance." Morpheus grins tauntingly at Furor, but is once again struck down.
"Powerful you are in your world, but this is mine." Daemon Furor seems extremely agitated at this point. "Molkrii, you came first. Be rid of them and ascend."
With this the sense of the Crimson seems to completely retreat from the area, back deep into the abyss of Chaos.
"The Crimson did cause misery... but there is a different kind of pain that I felt strongest after whatever it was you did, Ara. You... unlocked something. Morpheus states looking somberly at the core structure. "It was a hopeless feeling..."
Morpheus attempts to climb the stairs but a force strikes him. He's stunned but the pieces of machina seem to just barely shield him against the onslaught. It is not magic, it is just like the energy Furor used to vaporize the Crimson earlier. Furor has made it clear now that he means what he said: he does not want Morpheus near Pandora.
"Molkrii, you now have nothing to fear... why do you hesitate?" Furor's voice booms once more. "There was a point to this game, that pride and emotions are the enemy of tranquility. All this should have proven that. Transient beings hate, they fear what they don't understand, and they war. Is it not better to feel nothing at all?"
"Tch... this guy..." He strains to move, his form disrupted by the energy but he tries again to ascend the stairs. "Can't move forward or backwards... just sitting stagnant... apathetic to everything else... and your attacks lack substance." Morpheus grins tauntingly at Furor, but is once again struck down.
"Powerful you are in your world, but this is mine." Daemon Furor seems extremely agitated at this point. "Molkrii, you came first. Be rid of them and ascend."
Mage stands on the base of the stairs. "Thanks I guess its time to say I'm sorry my AI tried to kill you. But more importantly you have a choices to make. We have forgiven you for what you did. Are you going ascend and waste what you have literally just accomplished? Well thats up to you. I'm going up." Mage Hunter starts to walk up the stairs.
---Mia---
She watches as Mage walks up the steps "Um.... anyone going to stop him?"
---Mia---
She watches as Mage walks up the steps "Um.... anyone going to stop him?"