A Cryptic place

A small fight that said "Fight!" was being waved around by the entity. Seeing the utter rage being displayed only prompted it whispering that said "fight, fight, fight." over and over again.

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Cybel:

Despite having released his body long ago, the mental cravings for intimacy still linger. Cybel is more of a switch when it comes to sex, though most times prefers someone else take the lead during the intimacy. Craving a need to have someone else in control.

Dolor:

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There were bodies strung up like how one collects bugs, various ages, different heights, different genders. but the loss of limbs or the addition of too many limbs caused each one to end up stuck to a wall.

"Isn't it fascinating that when you prod at biology too much, the twitching stops? I suppose its not unlike humans on earth that prod at a frog on a dissection table. Water is a scarce thing, and yet the wrong gland or limb and suddenly your bodies reject it." The one speaking had their back turned to Roberto, starting to stab at a body on a table at pure rage and frustation.

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To the untrained eye, one would not notice that one of the shadows seemed to suddenly droop down as if like a large droplet of darkness. The sounds of the movie would drown out the sounds the shadow was making, that being the sounds of bones snapping and flesh twisted and hardening with the joints.

A figure in time would stand about seven feet tall, a hat placed onto the head as two red lenses from the figure's bird mask would reveal any form of reflection. The entity had no reason to stop what was happening, as he simply came to observe the situation and feed off the pain...the misery. If the figure was smiling under the mask, it would no doubt be a grin of enjoyment.

It had been some time since Dolor had been in hell. Her personal thoughts on it were that there were many things lacking, as none of what she craved could be found. So like any good host, she chose to begin creating the sort of parties she is used to doing.

There was only one snag to the plan, and that was a constant supply of certain items. An advert had been sent out as Dolor needed to speak to those that would show up personally. Several had entered to talk to her, and most were turned away. The building itself that Dolor was in would be rundown in appearance, as bits of rust could be seen on bits of the outside. The one odd thing were the sights of barbed wire coiled around the windows at the front, as if they were like plant vines wrapping around it.

Once inside, the only sign of it being used were red lights that illuminated the hallways. A single door was closed, and opening it revealed a desk with two chairs. Dolor herself sitting in one and another that was meant for those that were to arrive for the interview. Dolor sat unarmored, appearing to those that saw her in leather that seemed close to leech skin. The only thing that could be seen was a single opening in the head area, revealing her mouth.

                                                                   MUSE ROULETTE

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C O N S I D E R I N G the rough and rugged terrain that was Wrath, it wasn’t exactly known to be a vacation spot unless you could handle the heat and savage beasts. Despite the cons there were some pros like for the fact a great majority of Hell’s food supply came from Wrath itself. 

S A T A N, according to some of the other Sins, wasn’t known to be much of a talker. They preferred to mostly keep their comments to themselves unless they felt a need to speak which wasn’t all that often. They also didn’t have a tendency to fly off the handle like most would think when thinking of Wrath. That wasn’t to say that they couldn’t get angry yet it was only under certain circumstances that their rage would get the best of them.

H E A R I N G word of a strange anomaly entering their ring, of course Satan didn’t hesitate to check it out. What they came across wasn’t something they were quite expecting and it was enough to make them slightly annoyed, especially when they could detect a certain scent that belonged to none other than Mammon. That alone was enough for the behemoth to drop down rather abruptly from the sky and draw out one of their blades, pointing it towards the odd automation.

“Y O U reek of fuckin’ Mammon. Don’t tell meh you belong to him,” Their eyes narrow, “If this is sum convoluted scheme of his to fuckin’ piss me off, I won’t hesitate to cut off yer head.”

@umbradevore​ (CYBEL)

Information was as precious as currency to those that know what to do with it. To an automaton like Cybel, a lack of information would be the difference between staying online and ending up as someone’s salvage. How he ended up in Mammon’s care was luck, though a risk of such a nature must never happen again. To this end, information about hell was required in what data that could be harvested.

The data was trivial in what could be filtered through, events, names, locations. Nothing of value for the first few hours of roaming what he saw as simple information. Until certain names would repeat, patterns would be located to further understand these names...or in this case...just one name in particular. If Cybel could blink, he would have at the mention of there being rings in hell.

With logical thinking, it was deduced that hell must be a layered plane or at least one that had divided sections to itself. The name Satan however, that was the peak of curious thinking in the searching. Despite being told not to go there when asked about the ring, Cybel chose to do so again.

Thus would lead to the current situation. Machine optical lenses looking at the blade and its owner. The concept that Mammon owned him was met with a mechanical ‘tst’ as a reply, before Cybel began to reply properly.

I T was well known throughout the rings of Hell that if there was a way for Mammon not to spend any money then of course he was going to take that chance. Being the literal embodiment of Greed this only made sense after all. He’s swindled the lower class and the rich, not caring who had the money as long as they did and he could take it from them. If they didn’t, then he’d find a way to take something else, even sometimes their very soul. It was pretty evident that he was a force not to be reckoned with.

P E E R I N G down at the odd automation now resting on his table, he leans in close to get a better look, seeming to be rather interested in how it was put together let alone what sort of metal it was made out of. As he goes to simply lift up an arm someone clearing their throat interrupts him. His gaze settles on one of the imps that had brought the robot to him to begin with.

“S O are we gonna get paid for uh.. doin’ a good job?” They dare to ask as they nervously wring their hands together. This causes Mammon to scoff, lips tugging into one of his signature devilish smirks. A bad sign.

“P A Y you? Are you an idiot? Since when does the Sin of Greed pay anyone anything?” He takes a few steps towards the imps, the bells on his boots jingling with an ominous air to them. Robo Fizz peeks out from around one of his legs and gives a small wave, the same hand settling against his lips as he mouths out the words, ‘I’d leave if I were you’. There was no need to be told twice. Once they receive the message the imps dash off and don’t dare to look back.

“…Y O U warned them again didn’t you.” Mammon glances down at the jester, his smile from earlier tapering off into a frown. Robo Fizz gives a small shrug, “Dunno what you’re talkin’ ‘bout, but enough ‘bout that– What they bring ya?” He quickly climbs up the Sin’s leg and hops off once he reaches just about the table’s surface. Kneeling by the automation he wonders if it’s something like him but different and if so, where did it come from? He gives it a few curious pokes here and there, glancing back towards Mammon with a grin. “What you make of it, Big M?”

“I ‘ M not sure at the moment. I’d have to give it a proper examination by prying it open. You don’t think it feels pain, do you? I suppose it doesn’t matter… I think I’d enjoy it more if it did.”

With the imps dealt it, that would simply allow for more time to examine what they had tried (and failed) to sell Mammon. To say that the look of the automation was strange would be perhaps the understatement of the century. Robes covered the torso, though signs of damage similar to combat were easy to notice. Someone or something shot at the chest area, leaving scorch marks on bits of the robes. The burns for the heavily imaginative would give the impression that lasers were used or something of intense heat.

Upon removing the robes would reveal that the metals were not uniform. As if someone had built random bits of metal of different types to replace damage, the amount of times it was done would be unclear. Though it was evident it would be difficult to trace what was the original outer metal and what were the replacements. The Arms held small grooves by the wrists, showing that the ability to fire ammo long depleted could be seen if opened. Which in turn implies this was a machine made for combat.

The head was covered by a hood, though most of the visual sensors were augmented more on the left side of the face. Most damage was purely external, as all internals still functioned. Which included the memory core, with only the power source being what was destroyed. Meaning all it needed was to be turned on once again to reactivate.

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a quiet night - lit by flickering streetlamps as clouds hid the stars above.

the sleepy town’s snores; cricket songs and humming signs was interrupted by footsteps, shadows across the walls.

it was a curious man, with before-unseen aura that caught the monk’s interest - managing to stop him in his tracks for but a moment of query.

「 ༀ - may i ask where you are off to, friend? 」

The silence was always a welcome feeling to the mentioned curious man. No doubt a strange thought for someone who already appeared strange to others. Upon seeing the monk, there was a light left tilt of the head. The red lenses from the beak mask showing off the monk’s reflection.

“I suppose you could call my wanderings simple sightseeing. I’m a person of faith and wish to understand where I shall spread it. Which from such attire is similar to what you no doubt do as well if I am not mistaken.” A metal claw grabs the hat to give a bow once it is removed, wishing to show no hostility.

Charlie was beginning to regret agreeing to this whole exercise in the first place. While she knew there was some truth to his words she was still hesitant to initiate violence when she felt it was unwarranted. Even if she still didn’t fully trust Lucas yet…

Blood soaks the soil…?

Seemed a little too harsh in her opinion. Still, if it was the only way to get this collar off of her neck than she might just have to play along. 

Letting out a shaky breath, Charlie clumsily dropped into a defensive position. She wasn’t sure what to do now. Should she just strike? Should she try to come up with some sort of strategy first? As these thoughts raced through her mind, Charlie eventually decided to just say ‘screw it’ and lunged at Lucas.

Lucas did not fight back nor did he defend himself. This was part of the training, similar to what he had to do long ago. It mattered not how much of his blood would spill, only that his blood was spilled from Charlie’s attack. It was a symbol that he was willing to be a practice opponent to the one he is training.

Once a wound was made, there would be a sight of a black liquid to spill from the area that would be struck. Lucas gave no sound of pain nor gave any body language of minding the wound. One of his claws dug the wound, letting the black blood soak the tips of the digits. A half circle was drawn onto the sides of the mask before he began to speak once more.

Even in hell was there always going to be places to salvaged by people. The reasons for why some become scavengers was very basic, as they were the same reasons done in the world of the living. One might do so to make a quick buck, others might salvage something valuable from a disaster or conflict.

The reasons for the current event was of money. As some imps during a salvage run came across what seemed to be unusual equipment. Only one person came to mind that would be interested in buying a machine that seemed to be a shutdown automaton.

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Extraterrestrials was not under Two’s jurisdiction. But apparently the guys in the in ET department had requested more backup that simply didn’t have. So, Two, along with a couple other DHORKS agents were called in to assist.

When she arrived at the crash site she was dumbfounded. While she certainly believed in all things supernatural–including beings from out space, this was the first time she had ever witnessed actual proof of alien existence with her own two eyes.

She had to get a closer look.

The agent pushed and shoved her way through the crowd of agents to get closer to the craft, her lips parted in silent awe.

As the agents were pushed and shoved out of the way, what was seem was quite a odd sight to behold. The ship that had crashed appeared to be organic in nature, with only certain areas on it having bits of metal. Some agents were pulling out body bags, as bone from the vessel had impaled members of the crew.

The aliens inside appeared to be wearing armor that covered their bodies. Attempts to open them were met with little success, as if the armor was fused to the wearer like a condensed second skin. The only body that seemed intact was near the opening to what must have been the cockpit.

The entity sitting on the seat appeared to have no signs of damage from the crash or any sign of impaled from the vessel unlike the other crew members. Their body seemed slightly menacing, horns crafted onto the helmet as the face plate gave a impression of staring at whoever faced its direction. Two guns were found by the body, the items looked to be crudly made pistols. The metal rusted and had metal spikes sticking out of the area that appeared to be the barrel of the guns. The items were placed into a box along with any other artifacts that could be found.