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[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.]
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...what in the name of God is that?]
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Hm.
An interesting history you have. So, what brought you to Earth? Food? Resources?
Entertainment?
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[they were millennium old, those nanomachines... destroyed countless planets and all their inhabitants with them, created by a race too old to fathom and too incomprehensible to try.
from the void space - a pocket dimension - in his arm comes a large, double-bladed scythe which the Crusnik grips with a slight flourish, before taking slow steps in Hank's direction. a decidedly unnerving smile beginning to pull at its lips]
Do you desire power...?
An allegiance? An ally in this world?
What do you want, Hank Henshaw...
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No... 'oblivion', better describes what I want.
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[...it grudgingly likes you, Hank. it does. it can use you, it thinks...
02 stops when its but a yard away, looking down into his face]
If you give us what we want... we can give you what you wish for, in turn...
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Oh? And what might that be?
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[Abel is slowly starting the garner control back, if the scythe beginning to dissolve like sand into the air where it vanishes is any indicator. they aren't fused with this human... and thus, their control only stretches as far as he allows. 8| and they don't like that.
they have never met a creature they couldn't kill. leaving Abel and entering Hank, they could easily destroy him from the inside out. 'oblivion' is not a difficult request to oblige for them.
it holds a clawed hand out, palm hovering in front of Hank's face. the nanomachines are calling to their technological brethren through electrical impulses. it wouldn't be hard to shut them all down.]
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...but some advice first: When that time comes, be aware that what I desire goes beyond just the body. I want my very soul to be destroyed.
[Unfortunately for Hank, he has yet to discover Paradisa's policy on death.
Hank remains motionless, waiting to see what happens.]
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unless you want your identity blown, you should make your escape, Hank. or stick around to get accusatory stares by a derp. up to you 8D]
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Besides this is fun to watch.
He's just gonna stand there, and look as innocent as can be~.]
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Abel's knees rather ungracefully give out and hit the roof with a dull thump. he leans forward on his hands, breathing hard. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO KEEP THOSE IN THERE AND YOU JUST POKE AROUND AND UNDO ALL HIS WORK YOUNG MAN--
the wings dissolve, hair falling back around his face and... well. look at that. he's back to being a normal derp! he doesn't seem to notice Hank yet, a little out of it]
Wh... what... just...?
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That was interesting. You really ought to learn a little self control, y'know, otherwise you might have hurt someone!
I wonder, should this be considered bipolar or schizophrenia...? Wait, I may be thinking of the wrong thing...
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Wh... what...? [he... isn't sure what happened. did he hurt him? attack him? from what he's saying, and this feeling... there's no doubt Crusnik, had...]
What happened--? Did I... [...]
...Are you alright?
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Like I said: you lost it for a minute... and were very ready to pick a fight.
Impressive speed, by the way.
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I...
...I'm sorry. I have no idea, why I... [lwkjlekejr SO LOST. Hank, you mean... ie...]
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