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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2016 23:50:08 GMT
This place can be located in every place you are, no matter your age, social status, rank, ect. You can't scape from it since it is a part of you. That place could be considered the most dangerous place to stand in. In there are your worst fears, the darkest secrets, the things that can get you in the edge of insanity:
Your mind.....
Basically this is a place when you can RP inside the minds of others, specifically when is about dreams, nightmares, reprogramming, etc.
All RP rules apply, with some exceptions.
If the character gets injured or killed in this place, it wont happen in the real life/timeline
Everything that happens only can be known only for owner of the dream. (And the programmer in some cases.)
Logic and science doesn't apply in this world created by thoughts and memories.
Dreams/nightmares should not get mixed with another unrelated ones.
For last, have fun
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2016 22:45:06 GMT
Everything is dark. No light, no shapes. Even the noise has gone away. Gradually a pale green mech appears in middle of the darkness. His purple optics and the red lenses of his armour shone like the only source of light. It stands without make any kind of gesture. Looks like he's frozen, but actually that would be a graphical representation of Catetron that could change in any given moment. Looks like he is inside Empress mind, but the rest remains dark and empty until activate one of the femme memories. Now everything he has to do is to dig inside the deepest side of Empress data. Maybe the results could be pleasant, but usually Catetron knows the nature of such memories are dark and morbid. Basically, everything he does is looking for the weak spots of his victims, in this case: Empress. Now he is walking into unknown territory. Maybe the engineer would touch a memory related with the early life of the predacon, or a recent event, nobody knows. Even with the intelligence of Catetron no one is able to know the secrets hidden in his victim's procesor.
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Post by Empress on Apr 16, 2016 5:38:30 GMT
From the darkness, blue light glowed faintly in strips and on occasion two white orbs would appear and disappear like blinking lights. Empress stayed flat on her back, too afraid to move. This darkness was very familiar to her, this was a place where she had lived in for thousands of years. Her attention was slowly drawn towards another light source in this void like place. A panicked noise escaped from her throat.
The first time she was in this place it was only her, and that alone had broken her. But now it was different, there was someone else here too...
Still holding onto the hope that this had been a mistake, she called out from where she lay. Her voice was already shaky and weak.
Th-this was j-just a mistake... Right? Right, C-Catetron?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2016 22:16:58 GMT
The mech stared at her. He is locate above Empress, so, he has to move his head down to look at her. his voice sounds with a touch of static.
The answer is: negative.
Catetron's body where shattered into fragments before to disappear at all. The datta he promised to share would appear like long rivers composed by numerical data. The small shiny numbers would run around Empress and the contact of every one would feel like needles digging inside the body. Anyway, they wont hurt as long as they aren't touched at all.
This is everything you wanted right? To be flooded by knowledge?
The numbers would increase, starting to flood the place gradually, sneaking around Empress pedes.
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Post by Empress on Apr 17, 2016 16:08:20 GMT
The femme slowly sat up at his reply, her white optics wide and her audios lowered. She couldn't understand why he was doing this, she thought he was good, but now she is not so sure.
Seeing the shining numbers appear, Empress seemed transfixed, like an animal and a laser pointer. Not knowing that the data would cause pain, she made the mistake of extending a shaky arm to touch the numbers. She yelped in pain and recoiled from the unpleasant surprise. The femme began trying to scoot away from the data, her one arm numb with pain.
"I wanted to learn things, b-but not like this!"
It was taking vast amounts of energy for her to keep moving away from the streams of numbers. In an attempt to get away, she kicked out at the stream only to realize the mistake too late. The femme cried out once more and seemed unable to move away any further, so in an attempt to protect the more sensitive parts of her body, she wrapped her wings around herself like a cocoon.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 13:21:43 GMT
People needs to make sacrifices. Sometimes the easiest ways are the worst.
A large and strong wave of numbers slides through the dark background. It would practically fill the place and hit everything that is in its way, including Empress. It raises high, very high before colapse and spread the numbers in all directions.
Or the most painful choose can be the best.
Catetron would appear in front of Empress. The numbers run away from Cate's body, like if they were fearing him. His servos would try to separate the wings to show the predacon face. In the physical world Catetron is a weak bot, but here he would be stronger. His thin digits hold the wingplates and scratch them.
Resistance is futile. The more you fight, the more it'll hurt. You're the only one who can make this less...painful
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Post by Empress on Apr 19, 2016 15:08:05 GMT
A surprised yelp emitted from the winged cocoon at Catetron's touch. Empress was becoming unsure of wether or not it would be smart to succumb to the pain and let the whole ordeal be over and done with. The femme tugged her wings from the mech's servos and folded them up against her back with a loud snap. Her white optics cast fidgety glances at the waves of numbers before settling on Catetron.
The fear from her expression faded momentarily and was replaced with complete and utter disdain. This expression rarely revealed itself on her faceplate. Just as quickly as the disdained expression showed itself, it disappeared and was replaced with fear again. She gave a hesitant nod, bracing herself for the wave of pain.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2016 2:02:50 GMT
(Sorry, I had some issues to solve IRL, my apologies. ;-; )
Catetron's face continued being the same. Is he a cybertronian, or is he another kind of mechanical form who goes beyond the cybertronians imagination? Or he his just a very advanced android? Catetron's presence would transmit a rather unusual aura. It was like being in front of an object that has no life, however, it moves, thinks and acts like a living being.
Are you afraid from the true? Seems you're not diferent like the rest of autobot herds. Don't you, predacon?
The waves of numbers would freely hit Empress without any kind of mercy. Still, those numbers try to run away from Catetron at all cost. If Catetron were wanting to make this process less painful, he would do it without any problem. But torturing his victim would be a way to get controll over them, and if physical pain doesn't work, in there are many ways that Cate would use to influence them.
Catetron would wait to see the waves away to speak again.
I find very surprised at seeing you without question me at all. the questions dont have a price, but you can't ensure the answer.
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Post by Empress on Apr 23, 2016 15:31:50 GMT
(No need to apologize, life happens)
Her optics widened like an animal who has been surprised by a dumping of water. She wanted to curl up and remain motionless but even that wouldn't help the pain. If she wasn't crying then, she is now. Tears of pain began to form, distorting the light that her optics emitted. Seeing that the numbers avoided the horrible mech, she inched her way forwards, digging her claws into the ground to help the effort.
"Knowledge and the truth shouldn't have to be feared..." The sentence ended in a loud, gargling snarl. "The Autobots are all different, they just follow the same cause."
Empress continued to pull herself along weakly, towards the empty space near Catetron. Her venting was frantic and she needed the pain to stop. Unsure of what else to do, she did an awkward bow from where she knelt. This was how her Predacon mind worked- submit to the strong.
"I was looking to find answers and I ended up here. It would be foolish for me to ask more questions..."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2016 21:56:49 GMT
What kind of cause are you talking about? Everything I can see is a group of non organized protoforms runing with guns.
The numbers slowly flew against the predacon when Catetron though it was fair. He stept in front of Empress . His larger servo moved so close to the femme's helmet.
When I used to be a teacher, the best advice I gave was: never stops questioning the world. But sometimes the answers have a price. You need to sacrifice something, sometimes you find the true isn't the one you expected. Your ignorance inspired you to choose the easiest way to get knowledge. Now if you want the power of my data inside your procesor, you have to give something back.
The servo pats Empress's head and wipes her tears. Even if the mech tried to look gentile and merciful, everything he could get would be the oposite.
I'm giving you the opportunity to become stronger, wise, but specially powerful. In there are 3 kinds of powers which rules societies:
Money: with that you can force people i need with the romise to get a better future. The greedy seed inserted into our minds will alway want more than expected, and our hunger is a weak point that will never be satisfied at all.
Violence: War, would be the best exampe of that. Violence is another way to get people do everything you want. Even those people who call themselves 'comanders' 'generals' 'leaders' only are part of a chess game controled by someone who even they don't know.
Information: this is the most powerfull of the three. If you know the riht information, you can make the others sucumb in front of your feet. You can create and destroy worlds with it. Basicaly it's the closest thing of being a god. The diference is that you are real, and gods only are stories created by people living in ignorance.
Now, what do you think?
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Post by Empress on Apr 23, 2016 22:42:50 GMT
With how long this war has been going on, it seems that the reasons why they fought have been long gone. Empress paused, she had seen enough to gather the basics of the Autobots.
"I believe they fight to preserve lives- not just theirs, but other races too."
The femme paused, unsure about what she had said. To fight and kill just to preserve life, that was odd. She flinched when Catetron moved a servo towards her, fearing that he might strike her. Surprised that that wasn't outcome, she watched warily as the tears were wiped away. As Cate spoke again, she raised her audios to show she was listening. Strength and power were things she didn't want or need. She didn't want to be feared or be considered a tyrant- two things that came with strength and power. The wisdom was tempting, but she ended up here because of the want for knowledge.
"I don't want your data anymore... I'd rather learn things myself."
What did she think? At the moment her processor was threatening to cease all thoughts, the stress and fear mingling together.
"None of those should rule society... If you're wanting me to choose between the three, I don't think I can.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2016 23:19:38 GMT
That's to late, you already got it. Those numbers runing around you were the representation of that.
Maybe, once Empress wakes up, she would notice the knowledge attached into her mind, All info related with the basics and more experienced medical procedures would run inside the femme's mind. Catetron did it with a purpose, to teach her the ways to get the energon samples he needs. But that will long as lon as she is under the Catetron's control.
I fight to preserve life too. but I dont use weapons. I use information, I use something I can consider as my mind. But aside to preserve life, I'd like to improve it, to create a race where the cybertronian genetic defects are gone. Imagine a society were the impulses of violence and corruption are gone thanks by some genetic changes in their CNA? I'm not planing to rule them, I'm only want to lead them, and finish my mission of race improvement. No matter what I have to done, but I'll do it. If you wanted to do something to hep the cybertronian race, this is the time. Now with the knowledge inside your mind, you have the tools to do more than expected. The next step is to make something usefull with it. And I can't accept a 'no' as an answer.
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Post by Empress on Apr 23, 2016 23:55:22 GMT
"So you are trying to help evolution, force it into speeding up the process?"
The mech had a point, the idea was a good one but was it safe..? Again she was faced with another choice, she pondered the outcomes.
"If I do decide to help you, would others be hurt? And if I don't help, what happens then?"
Empress slowly stood up, her legs visibly shaking. She didn't have many options here and she feared the possible outcomes. To change CNA just seemed too unnatural, to create a perfect race would be impossible and if it did happen she wasn't sure it what end well. The femme's chest heaved as she let out a sigh.
"From what I've just witnessed, no will still be my answer..."
Her voice came through almost inaudible. Even if she never agreed it wouldn't matter, her consent was not needed for control.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2016 0:18:21 GMT
Catetron's servo patted Empress helm like if she were an animal.
I'm not speeding it, I'm just choosing the best genes, something that the nature can't do properly. Evolution only keeps the the stronger genes, but many of them aren't the best. Nobody will be hurt as long as they are able to cooperate. If I need to kill them, it will be in the name to the future of mechanic races.
He walked away from the femme as his servos moved playful.
As I said, I can't accept a negative answer.
The mech's body begins to change gradually into an indefinite mass of matter. It moved awkwardly to take the shape of something that could be considered one of the Empress's worst fear or traumas. It would be a person, an object, even something that can't be seen, but it would be felt.
((You decide what Catetron becomes into))
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Post by Empress on Apr 24, 2016 1:33:41 GMT
((Imma go with old traumas- memories from her past controlling))
Like the animal she was, she snarled at Catetron's contact. The femme moved away from him, her optics narrowing.
"Don't you think that giant mechanical war bots shouldn't be improved upon? You should focus your efforts on something more reliable..."
Empress was about to continue her rant, but Catetron had walked off and changed into something different. At first she couldn't see what it was that he was doing, but she could hear something, something from an old old memory.
Crying. Not her crying though, someone much younger. Many individuals were crying. A dark room came into view filled with many resting pods. The pods were much too small for a normal Cybertronian- there were sparklings here, lots of them. The memory appeared to be viewed from a creatures eye level. Empress' eye level to be exact. She was in a an Autobot nursery... There was a series of loud growls mixed with screaming. It wasn't long until the cries died down and the beast was left venting. There was a mess of energon every where and it wasn't hers...
Empress crumpled down where she stood. Those memories were hers, horrors that no one else should ever see.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2016 12:58:06 GMT
Catetron wont reply this time, even knowing he had a solid answer. Discussions with Empress is totally pointless right now.
The mech would try to invade Empress mind through her fears. The thing that Catetron became into was a way to get one of the weak points of his victims. Even if that was a memory of Empress, in there would be something that doesn't belong to the memory. In there was a mechanical bird. The color scheme and shapes are based on Catetron. Such bird was watching from above like if everything were fine. A bit of energon is scattered on one of its wings.
The bird wont interrupt. It would let the memory flow and wait the best moment to attack.
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Post by Empress on Apr 24, 2016 16:31:00 GMT
The scene shifted to something even older, something that Empress had forgotten.
This place was dark too, but it wasn't a room, it was a small cave of sorts. There were sounds of struggle outside the cave for a brief moment before they faded away. Inside the cave laid a small Predacon, this one was a sparkling. Her torso was torn open from hind legs to front legs in one long slash. White optics were blinking slowly as if she were in shock. Since the outside noises died down a handful of small creatures found their way into the den. Scraplets, only they weren't scraplets, they were rabbits? They began to do what parasites do, and the beast lay there flailing weakly and smearing spilled energon. Before the scraplets could cause any serious damage they stopped- their meal had gone cold and therefore it wasn't a meal. Empress had entered a state of stasis, which seemingly made her look like she was offline.
Empress say there, optics widened and mouth agape. This was new to her... While the rabbits (scraplets) were feeding her attention was pulled towards another creature, a bird. She just thought it as another parasite. Frantically she called out,
"What are you playing at?!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2016 17:18:46 GMT
The bird lands on top of the torn body. With his feet he played around the motionless sparkling. The birdy avatar of Catetron denied to reply again. Instead, he emits a pitched cry that echoed along the place.
A group of parasites get separated from the main group and begins to walk towards Empress, not the torn one, the 'real' one. Once the rabbits approach, they would reveal their horrendous look. Their face were distorted, sharp and disproportionate teeth, some of them had ripped ears. The rest of their morbid aspect were distorted too in ways that the imagination can't figure without corrupt the leves of sanity. They were hungry at the point to eat Empress alive.
In the background, the song of a lullaby is heard. It sounds distorted and slowed down. Instead to give confort and the sensation of safety, it would disturb someone's nerves gradually.
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Post by Empress on Apr 24, 2016 17:50:11 GMT
Horror struck, Empress remained motionless, frozen in place. Yes rabbits were horrible, but this was a whole other thing. She watched helplessly as the abominations approached, a silent scream stuck in her throat. These things were something she could never have thought would exist. Her venting picked up speed, it seemed like her chest was on the verge of bursting.
"No...."
This word escaped between breaths, drowned out by the noise of her systems overworking.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2016 18:05:06 GMT
The parasites started to climb on Empress body and bites her desperate. The others which looked interested turned their sight at the new prey. It was a matter of seconds to move the whole horde against her. The numbers were more friendly since they only hurt, but the body got intact. Now the parasites would consume every metal plate of Empress like piranhas.
Catetron flew above the carnage and lands on top of Empress helmet. Once his claws grabbed her, his body starts to melt again, but instead to take another shape or appear with another avatar, he would try to fuse with the predacon's mind. The liquid flowed through those small openings found between pieces with the intention to reach her processor.
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