Post by Dusty on Jun 22, 2022 19:40:18 GMT
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“Difficult question.”
The parasite responded, letting Kore talk as it thought for a moment. It was also ignoring ‘Psi’ - which was annoying the Psker visibly that he was being ignored. His eyes would drift to his clothes as they talked. Red Strings…
“It’s all up to genetic coding. We’re hard coded to take over someone, use their mass and split. Like bacteria, but a lot more dangerous. We take over someone's head, and it takes a few days before the hole body is replaced. Some parasites don’t split, they just keep… Growing. And growing. And then we have another problem. If we are using terms for simplistic explanations; they’d be a ‘Queen’.”
It explained this very well, really. It knew about it’s own biology very well, and it shivered as it talked. Again, the parasite was like flowing water but it never moved. It was such a strange sight to look at. It’s biology was unique, to say the least.
“Needless to say, I’m not doing that anymore. It would be nice to have a body, but I’ve been burned enough to know that Psi’s not that option. As much as I conflict with him and hate him for putting us in danger, I care about his well being more than my own. I can regenerate. He can’t - a wound for him is life threatening, all he can do is hold wounds closed with his powers. It’s how he didn’t bleed out before he got home before. He belted his wounds closed because he refused to let me do it. Being in one or too close scraps, he’s trusting me more to not overstep.”
Psi would look at his arm, before touching the strings even more. They would go black at his fingertips, but kept their form unlike the others. They weaved into his clothes as he was thinking more and more. Could he…? It would be worth a try after this parasite was done talking about his sob story. If the objects here faded, what about the thing that created them?
“Psi’s level of aggression is no fault of mine. We didn’t choose our hosts, it was forced on us. Somehow they knew about Psi’s powers before he activated them. Like… I dunno. They had done it before. They knew how to contain him, there weren't any tests to do that. His cell was like what you saw from day one.”
As the parasite stopped talking, Psi clenched his fists and raised it up to Kore - opening it up to reveal nothing. As he did, the strings from his coat came flying towards Kore at high speeds. As they crossed the domain…
They didn’t vanish. Instead they bonded together to create a bladed tip to stab Kore through the chest.
“...Oh. This is where I step in.”
As the strings came flying towards Kore, loud footsteps could be heard running before something jumped out of the knot. The figure rolled onto the ground and jumped towards Kore, raising their hand to catch the bladed strings.
It went through the hand. But they stopped, refusing to move even as ‘Psi’ tried to recall them. As for the figure, they stood up… One arm completely limp, blood covering their face and all over their coat. They were wounded heavily, but they stood. Almost in defiance. A dim red glow coming from their jacket.
…It was Psi.
The parasite responded, letting Kore talk as it thought for a moment. It was also ignoring ‘Psi’ - which was annoying the Psker visibly that he was being ignored. His eyes would drift to his clothes as they talked. Red Strings…
“It’s all up to genetic coding. We’re hard coded to take over someone, use their mass and split. Like bacteria, but a lot more dangerous. We take over someone's head, and it takes a few days before the hole body is replaced. Some parasites don’t split, they just keep… Growing. And growing. And then we have another problem. If we are using terms for simplistic explanations; they’d be a ‘Queen’.”
It explained this very well, really. It knew about it’s own biology very well, and it shivered as it talked. Again, the parasite was like flowing water but it never moved. It was such a strange sight to look at. It’s biology was unique, to say the least.
“Needless to say, I’m not doing that anymore. It would be nice to have a body, but I’ve been burned enough to know that Psi’s not that option. As much as I conflict with him and hate him for putting us in danger, I care about his well being more than my own. I can regenerate. He can’t - a wound for him is life threatening, all he can do is hold wounds closed with his powers. It’s how he didn’t bleed out before he got home before. He belted his wounds closed because he refused to let me do it. Being in one or too close scraps, he’s trusting me more to not overstep.”
Psi would look at his arm, before touching the strings even more. They would go black at his fingertips, but kept their form unlike the others. They weaved into his clothes as he was thinking more and more. Could he…? It would be worth a try after this parasite was done talking about his sob story. If the objects here faded, what about the thing that created them?
“Psi’s level of aggression is no fault of mine. We didn’t choose our hosts, it was forced on us. Somehow they knew about Psi’s powers before he activated them. Like… I dunno. They had done it before. They knew how to contain him, there weren't any tests to do that. His cell was like what you saw from day one.”
As the parasite stopped talking, Psi clenched his fists and raised it up to Kore - opening it up to reveal nothing. As he did, the strings from his coat came flying towards Kore at high speeds. As they crossed the domain…
They didn’t vanish. Instead they bonded together to create a bladed tip to stab Kore through the chest.
“...Oh. This is where I step in.”
As the strings came flying towards Kore, loud footsteps could be heard running before something jumped out of the knot. The figure rolled onto the ground and jumped towards Kore, raising their hand to catch the bladed strings.
It went through the hand. But they stopped, refusing to move even as ‘Psi’ tried to recall them. As for the figure, they stood up… One arm completely limp, blood covering their face and all over their coat. They were wounded heavily, but they stood. Almost in defiance. A dim red glow coming from their jacket.
…It was Psi.