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[cheerupemoborg]

[Hank's been doing a little exploring the past couple of days, but so far hasn't seen much. But then again he isn't trying too hard. So he's standing on the roof and reaching out into the ether in all directions, sifting through electrical signals and skimming over any tech he comes across, documenting them for  a later time.]

ooc: Hank's just kinda

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[priestish]

[this one has sentient alien nanomachines sharin' his consciousness and body! fun tiems, fun tiems. and at being probed, their host is all--

...what in the name of God is that?]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Nanotech. ALIEN nanotech. Fun times! He feels them and decides to dive directly into one to get a better perspective.]

[priestish]

[from ~~OUTER SPAAAACE~~

these nanomachines are the 'destroy worlds' types. you know. travel planet to planet, wiping out races from the inside out...

clearly in need of a good therapy session with Dr. Phil. ...Abel is getting disgruntled at the sensation of someone in his head.]

...Hello? ...Is someone there?

[cheerupemoborg]

[civilization destroying nanomachines? he loves you already, dude. and OH SHI-- nope! no one at all... just a single, solitary possessed Crusnik cruisin' along, la la la~.]

[priestish]

[oh, yes. they also enjoy being psychotic, possessing their hosts and making them kill each other, and long walks on the beach.

...Abel just looks around like 'wtf' before... goin' about his business... warily... priestin' it up in the church...

but the other nanomachines are ttly onto him.]

speaking of possession, hank wants to see what happens when they're in control. y/n

[cheerupemoborg]

[opp, spotted!

Hank waits, ready to jump into all of them... but not before he takes a lil' peak at the one he's controlling to check out it's ~memories~.]

HAHAHA.. long as he can give control back quick. because it will be ba...d...

[priestish]

[oh geez tl;dr where to start?

his childhood he was a bitter clone who hated humanity for creating and using him and his siblings to headline a project colonizing Mars. his young adult life he was violent, and his adult life he was injected with the nanomachines - and became Contra Mundi, enemy of the world. he killed millions of humans and started a war on earth that spurned Armageddon.

...and then there's a 900 gap full of mourning and regret and grief. that's it. no real memories at all.

aaand the past 10 years working as a derpy priest to repent for his sins.

...hey. YOU. GET OUT. Abel is sure he senses someone, now... and his memories are a no-no.

but the other nanomachines aren't making a move against their possessed brethren... just waiting, almost... curious.]

Who are you...?

yaaaaaaay

[cheerupemoborg]

[so you were awesome... went emo for 9 centuries... and have been selling out for 10 years, huh?

well, let's make you cool again! hank suddenly leaps into every other nanomachine he comes across, spreading like a wild-fire through Abel's body, possessing as many as he can.

... aaaand once he does that, hank'll try to kickstart this 'Crusnik' mode of Abel's.]

oshi-- 1/2

[priestish]

[pretty much dude. pretty much.

--aaaand what the fuck--?! Abel abruptly staggers a step where he'd been walking, because what--

his eyes flicker between red and blue as he fights for control.] N-no-- stop--!!

dun dun dunnnn

[priestish]

[...and then-- with a rather impressive expulsion of what looks to be a megavolt of electricity, he tosses his head back in a soundless howl and his protests, all at once, go very silent.

there is a very different creature where Abel was standing, the crackle of electricity around him.

it tilts its head, as if listening...

Hank, you might want to change locations. it's tracking you.]

Re: dun dun dunnnn

[cheerupemoborg]

[huh. that's cool. well, now that hank's seen what he wants, he lets go of all the nanites, retreats to his body and waits to see how long it'll be before Abel changes back.]

[priestish]

[the creature pauses no more than a few seconds more before slowly bending its knees a minute fraction, black wings flapping once behind it.

and then it's leaping into acceleration - moving its body in a speed so fast it's akin to teleportation - towards the roof.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[oh ho! Looks like he made friend. He leans against a wall, waiting for Abel. The second he lands, he chuckles before speaking.]

So, it seems I've been found out!

Hank Henshaw.

A pleasure. And you are... ?

[priestish]

[he stops a few yards away, landing languidly on the roof and blood red eyes dispassionate as they settle on Hank. his dark lips quirk in a mockery of a smile]

The Terrans call us Contra Mundi.

[its head tilts, slightly... watching him. curious. ...intrigued, or perhaps vaguely amused.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Hank tilts his head at that.]

Yes, but what do you call yourself?

[priestish]

[it lifts an arm waist-high, palm upward. the skin of its host slowly splits, from shoulder all the way to the wrist.]

We have no use for names.