queen carnage

↳ Indulging on vain experiments cannot be among the pleasures she can allow, possessing a minimal dose of the atma virus is a greater restraint. She had to choose the most fitting beast at her disposition, it could be no other than those with primordial necessity of survival. Creatures of ‘lesser’ intelligence could as well present benefit if controlled upon infection – humans were no less than beasts flaunting a brain they so rarely used anyhow, it showed minimal difference.

‘Runners’, that was her choice of species once selecting her victim. One cowardly entity could never oppose to the might of Hari-Hara, neither their vastly stronger hold. The first corrupted creature was set free afterwards in her location of choice, it might be a lesser atma what she developed but it could harvest into a stronger kind if fed appropriately.

Anyone could be a victim here, including the unexpected guest. “I have claimed this place as my own, surely it won’t be an inconvenience…” Her voice resounds in the vast entrance of the hotel, while she comfortably sat on the counter.

Jenna allows her creation do the later introduction, no many words required to explain the situation at hand.

Click, click, click…  

It was possibly crawling atop the walls, observing both women with its void eyes.

              She wasn’t equipped with much; she carried a blade that would assist in makeshift dissections alongside a few tranquilizers that she had created on her own.While others would feel trepidation upon wandering into this particular hotel, the scientist happened to feel rather fortunate. 

               A cold gaze observed the female then the Runner; without a doubt the creature had been manipulated. By its mere appearance, she would require more time to understand how the woman had approached this experiment. Truly, dissection would be quite interesting in this situation, but tampering with a stranger’s experiments without so much as an introduction would be quite rude.

           Red lips curved upwards as gloved digits intertwined with one another. Unlike some of the other beings in the area, this one appeared to be knowledgeable to say the least. 

Continuing to look around the dry room, the blonde could only mentally prepare the room for the modifications he was planning to perform, including placing a large computer, complete with enormous keyboard on the back wall, after possibly having to modify the size of the room itself beforehand. Her voice, laced with interest, could be heard loud and clear, despite the thoughts that had occupied his focus. 

"Ah yes, the concept was indeed created by humans as a thing of faith. After all, what would the human race be without faith? One can only imagine." His gaze did not break from the wall, and a hand reached out for the drywall, determining if it were a good idea to demolish it.

Her intrigue in his abilities made Frankenstein intrigued in turn. Perhaps her own were taken as well…. In any case, when they were returned to her, he could study them for his own notes. One thing was for sure, and whatever she had achieved back in her world was gained through scientific means, experiments performed on herself. The last he had an assistant was several hundred years ago, although he had some doubts that this particular one in front of him would not double-cross him to some spiteful, power-seeking humans. She didn’t seem the type to follow orders.

"Rather than impossible, it’s more just difficult; no harm in demolishing a few unoccupied rooms." He turned his head to face her, then his whole body followed.

     The woman remained placed on top of the steel counter, only bobbing her feet slightly as she listened to the other. Her capacity for listening to others wasn't too expansive; however, it definitely grew upon talk of ideas and anything related to science- especially the kind of science that she had always been interested in.

     "Oh? I didn't know you were both a scientist and a carpenter; how incredibly interesting." 

     How coincidental that the two both seemed to have a focus on body modification- or rather, enhancement. She figured that she could make use of him when it came to adjusting her work space; however, while her previous 'home' had scientists that wished to assist her vision in any way possible, this might not have been the case in this new setting.

     Her smile only grew more sinister in nature. Despite frequent disposal of some test subjects, her experiments would bring her actual joy.  

“Places and spirits and ideas. I love my dreams.” Videlicet, her dream body explores all that she has the ability to think about. Every word and every association she has gathered over the span of her short life has been expounded by her imagination, some distinct, some nestled within the renditions of other topics. That landscape was a maelstrom of invented and malformed meanings.

     "Oh, what a promising king you are! " 

     A warm grin freezes over slightly as she thinks about her own "dreams" that aren't as whimsical in nature. Her desires were something that she would put into action despite any obstacles; they were almost something much more than dreams. She chuckles slightly before answering the girl's query.

“That’s right. I do have big dreams.” Quite the meaningful use of diction on this woman’s part. The dream girl knew it to be naught but a mundane phrase, but she opted to vaguely believe that the truth of her dreams was seeping into reality, slowly and unconsciously; inventing personalized perceptions is her specialty, after all.

Humanity has been felled and replaced by witches, magical beings, familiars, and gods. The Supreme Body, the single governing force, has propagated peace and wields this lamina of benevolence to covertly raise a legion of deities. You have been brought in to help them in their efforts: you shall provide them with the knowledge of what it means to strive to be powerful.

Reier Magna is a mfrp in which characters are summoned to prove their worth. Robbed of all of their abilities, they are trapped within the walls of the Supreme Body’s kingdom and must survive different trials to back their powers, therefore displaying their will. Should they present themselves to be a cut above the rest, they will be crowned and given the authority to instigate their own events, subjecting their fellow comrades to the products of their imagination. Do so—prove to be a ruthless, macabre, or heartfelt ruler—and their powers will be returned… and they will be considered a “God.”

"My apologies; however, you don’t seem to be offended by it." After all, she did laugh at the word ‘pretentious’, even going as far as correcting him in saying that she was ‘progressive’ instead.

Removing the hand from his face, Frankenstein began to wander around the room, keeping note of what would need to be changed or added. The tapping of her five fingers had piqued the man’s interest. Sure, it wasn’t quite hard to tap all five fingers, but a single glance, and what was there was not five fingers, but six. There was no movement of her thumb as she rhythmically tapped them atop the metal surface.

Through this detail, the scientist determined — not wondered, as it was quite obvious — that this woman had done modification on her own body, and possibly on others. A simple smirk presented itself on his face, considering they had more in common than he had originally thought.

A laugh escaped his lips, and he stopped, standing behind her as she picked up the syringe with her gloved hand.

     Sapphire orbs fell to the side before lips parted to speak. Her neck tilted ever so slightly in order to gain sight of the man through peripherals. Even without him revealing that he was searching for a lab, his observations of her newfound workspace could have revealed this fact on its own.

     "I assume that you were a self-made god, since such a concept was  merely created by humans. However, it is quite a shame that you were stripped of your abilities."

     Of course, Angelika was a firm believer of science; everything that exists and occurs in all universes has a scientific explanation. Nevertheless, the fact that he mentioned that whatever made him a god had been taken away from him only met that he had some type of ability considering that her superior form had been sealed somehow.

     Regardless of what he was once capable of, she was much more interested in his scientific capabilities. Sliding her resting arms inwards, she lifted herself onto the metal counter with crossed legs hanging over the ledge as she contemplated the idea of utilizing this person for his knowledge until she was able to build the foundations that she needed. While she preferred to work alone because anyone who she has ever worked with has either been unable to keep up with her progressive ideas or have had their second thoughts about her experiments, the idea with working alongside others wasn't a completely new concept.

     Then again, he could have been a scientist of something trivial and not as innovative as she preferred. That would be quite a waste.

     Offering her warmest smile (which wasn't necessarily all too comforting), she crouches down to meet the young girl at her eye level.