Count down to the end/ And we're headed their faster
Who; Abraxas ( threat_detected ) and YOU?
When; Today
Where; Outlands, moving toward the city
What; Abraxas is back...and he's not happy about it at all.
Warnings; Violence, Abraxas ( because he needs his own warning ) please check here for more information
The first thing to register was the spike of pain. Pain screaming through cracked, hissing, exposed circuits.
That was hardly the worst of it though. Even curling fingers in a rictus of horror, the true pain; the pain of knowing came all flooding in at once.
Barely rezzed, and where the split, sickly, yellowed circuits touched, corruption was already taking hold. Not as badly as it could have, no, but in the time it took the virus to roll onto his hands and knees, it already appeared as though he were the epicenter of a very slow moving disintegration.
"...No...No, no NO!"
All too soon the words, the thoughts, all of it was lost in the roaring ocean of benumbed pain that came screaming up from the twisted, corrupted core of his being. It came from more places than ( Jalen, Abraxas, Jalen, Abraxas, Abraxas ) cared to keep track of. The pain had once again become the Pain. It was a living thing. A monster coiled in wait, ready to swallow him whole into the acidic, numb, darkness of it's belly. And not within moments of regaining a sense of self, he was already losing the fight to stay ahead of it's prowling.
Fighting it, running from it. That's all there was. Nothing else to spread the Pain to, and none to give the gift to him, either. How did he get here? How could he have survived? It must be some final sick joke -- who's joke it no longer mattered. Only that he hadn't been completely destroyed the first time.
Fools. Everything that has a beginning has an end...why couldn't they see that? Why couldn't they see the End was all their was! Why fight it? Why resist the end of the Pain--
Ah, and there is is again, riddling him in agony. Have to move, then. Because if he has learned anything from the change it was this; Only when all is nothingness, when all was oblivion; only then did perfection exist.
Without a sound, or even so much as a flinch to show how acute that pain was, the virus stood, and looked off at the structure -- no, the city in the distance.
((OOC: Incidentally, Abraxas will head straight for the populated areas if no one stops him beforehand |D; ))
When; Today
Where; Outlands, moving toward the city
What; Abraxas is back...and he's not happy about it at all.
Warnings; Violence, Abraxas ( because he needs his own warning ) please check here for more information
The first thing to register was the spike of pain. Pain screaming through cracked, hissing, exposed circuits.
That was hardly the worst of it though. Even curling fingers in a rictus of horror, the true pain; the pain of knowing came all flooding in at once.
Barely rezzed, and where the split, sickly, yellowed circuits touched, corruption was already taking hold. Not as badly as it could have, no, but in the time it took the virus to roll onto his hands and knees, it already appeared as though he were the epicenter of a very slow moving disintegration.
"...No...No, no NO!"
All too soon the words, the thoughts, all of it was lost in the roaring ocean of benumbed pain that came screaming up from the twisted, corrupted core of his being. It came from more places than ( Jalen, Abraxas, Jalen, Abraxas, Abraxas ) cared to keep track of. The pain had once again become the Pain. It was a living thing. A monster coiled in wait, ready to swallow him whole into the acidic, numb, darkness of it's belly. And not within moments of regaining a sense of self, he was already losing the fight to stay ahead of it's prowling.
Fighting it, running from it. That's all there was. Nothing else to spread the Pain to, and none to give the gift to him, either. How did he get here? How could he have survived? It must be some final sick joke -- who's joke it no longer mattered. Only that he hadn't been completely destroyed the first time.
Fools. Everything that has a beginning has an end...why couldn't they see that? Why couldn't they see the End was all their was! Why fight it? Why resist the end of the Pain--
Ah, and there is is again, riddling him in agony. Have to move, then. Because if he has learned anything from the change it was this; Only when all is nothingness, when all was oblivion; only then did perfection exist.
Without a sound, or even so much as a flinch to show how acute that pain was, the virus stood, and looked off at the structure -- no, the city in the distance.
((OOC: Incidentally, Abraxas will head straight for the populated areas if no one stops him beforehand |D; ))