Post by Dusty on Aug 19, 2022 18:37:42 GMT
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Psi took a step back, looking at the Red Strings in the air - fading away into the background. While they could never be properly destroyed, they faded into the background before vanishing as he looked around. This was a subversion of his rules, he existed so should they. With a grit of his teeth, he would just raise his hand and look at the Broken God - smiling a little bit as an oppressive field of Psker energy surrounded him and started to push anyone or anything around him away. It was a build up of energy that no one had seen yet, not even him.
Desperation would always spark something from Psi - usually he had backup from the Red Strings or the Parasite adapting but with one gone and the other adapting to survive the nature of where they were when that blessing ran out. But he wasn’t gonna stick around for that to happen, and he was going to get everyone out. While a promise was just something he wanted to do - it didn’t give him purpose… And still he was still purposeless. The impressive display was him acting in desperate measures.
[ . . . ]
[- A C C E S S I N G -]
[- PSI.access(CORE.FRAGMENTMEMORY(REDSTRINGS.ACCESS)) - ]
[ - “We have unfinished business, Psi.” - ]
As the power build up reached critical mass, Psi’s eyes darted back to where the door was; throwing his hands to the sides as Red Strings would explode out of his back - blood spraying onto the ground. They would warp and twist around, this bundle of strings being a massive one; an infinite amount feeding from his back. They didn’t stop but after the first initial appearance the blood stopped and just pooled around his feet.
He would move his hands around, letting the strings separate into bundles as they become giant Dark Hands - glowing a blood red as they became giantantic hands and moved on their own, towards where the door once was. They were huge, much bigger than Psi - maybe comparable to a train. Perhaps bigger, much bigger. They swung, sweeping to find the exit and break it down; allowing for them to leave. That was his purpose now - he is leaving, and none shall stop him. Him, everyone else in the room that needs to leave will leave with him.
The Psker turned as the hands started to look for the exit, his eyes not glowing - but flowing with strings that seemed to be linked to his body.
“We are Psi, Interloping God. Your overstepping ceases here with this Candidate. You may cut the eyes of the audience, but you will not cut ours - we all exist in this room. It was a mistake to let the candidate in, because we are now aware of your existence. You will let us go.”
PSI’s voice boomed loudly, overlaying a thousand voices that seemed to all be talking in tones similar - but different from one another. If a move was made against PSI now, undoubtedly, the hands would intervene.
Desperation would always spark something from Psi - usually he had backup from the Red Strings or the Parasite adapting but with one gone and the other adapting to survive the nature of where they were when that blessing ran out. But he wasn’t gonna stick around for that to happen, and he was going to get everyone out. While a promise was just something he wanted to do - it didn’t give him purpose… And still he was still purposeless. The impressive display was him acting in desperate measures.
[ . . . ]
[- A C C E S S I N G -]
[- PSI.access(CORE.FRAGMENTMEMORY(REDSTRINGS.ACCESS)) - ]
[ - “We have unfinished business, Psi.” - ]
As the power build up reached critical mass, Psi’s eyes darted back to where the door was; throwing his hands to the sides as Red Strings would explode out of his back - blood spraying onto the ground. They would warp and twist around, this bundle of strings being a massive one; an infinite amount feeding from his back. They didn’t stop but after the first initial appearance the blood stopped and just pooled around his feet.
He would move his hands around, letting the strings separate into bundles as they become giant Dark Hands - glowing a blood red as they became giantantic hands and moved on their own, towards where the door once was. They were huge, much bigger than Psi - maybe comparable to a train. Perhaps bigger, much bigger. They swung, sweeping to find the exit and break it down; allowing for them to leave. That was his purpose now - he is leaving, and none shall stop him. Him, everyone else in the room that needs to leave will leave with him.
The Psker turned as the hands started to look for the exit, his eyes not glowing - but flowing with strings that seemed to be linked to his body.
“We are Psi, Interloping God. Your overstepping ceases here with this Candidate. You may cut the eyes of the audience, but you will not cut ours - we all exist in this room. It was a mistake to let the candidate in, because we are now aware of your existence. You will let us go.”
PSI’s voice boomed loudly, overlaying a thousand voices that seemed to all be talking in tones similar - but different from one another. If a move was made against PSI now, undoubtedly, the hands would intervene.