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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 1:39 pm
The dead-center of Ragnarok. Built like the Lament Configuration of movies, one with knowledge of the object would know the center possessed more power then anything else around it...the center being a whole other world. The center would be a labyrinth of stone leading all over to various rooms, though Kain knew where to go at all times, and Rozalin would know his map as well. Creatures the world would define as SCPs would crawl all over the ceilings, the walls, the floor. There would be a total of twenty dead ends excluding the entrance, each dead end containing another laboratory usually drenched in blood...except for the pods that held the obvious clones of Kain in a violet liquid. One would only need throw the switches next to each tank to release them into the world.
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Upon entering of into the labyrinth of Hell itself, one would be greeted - or executed - by a creature dressed in violet cultist robes covering all but its harpy-like feet. Its black hands peeked through the sleeves, similar to the feet aside from pitch black color and an opposable clawed thumb. Its face, or what one could see of it beneath its violet hood would be skeletal, representing the human skull. Finally, a pair of black wings stuck out through the back of the cloak.
For now, the creature had its orders - wait for Rozalin, answer her questions and make sure she knew to throw the switches in each room...and no doubt have to explain why it wasn't possible for him to do it instead given he lived down here.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 9:08 pm
After for what seemed like hours Rozalin finally reached her destination, the center of Ragnarok. She already knew where to go thanks to her master, she'd look upon the walls and ceilings and smile softly, these must have been the creatures her master spoke of. Though, she was positive that Kain said "Pods" Looking around she'd spot the creature that waited for her. Dipping her head in greeting she's smile a rather venomous smile, showing a glint of fang in the process.
"These majestic creatures are my master's own creations? How magnificent!" Rozalin got a chill she wanted to touch them, to feel them. she'd then notice the center of the room would have at least twenty-dead ends. Thanks to her new sight, Rozalin was able to see in front, behind and all around her without breaking her eye contact with the creature. "Now tell me how do I feed the clones? Shall I flip the switch? drain the liquid and allow them to feed off me?"
She'd wait for his answer, all the while the vampire was watching the SCP's, her hands itched to dissect one and find out what made it tick, but her master came first perhaps Kain will allow her to play later.
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 6:31 am
"Ah, these creatures were not made by Kain's hand. These creatures were born of the dark energies that feed your station. Even in space you need a power source to keep things moving, yes? These creatures are results of excess power, a very dark and sinister power taking physical form. They're no more evolved then a neanderthal, though." His voice was hollow and cold, sounding as if he were emitting an amplified whisper through a could wind. His head never really moved without his entire body following either, and though he spoke his mandible would drop and movement would cease there. When he was done speaking, the jaw would again come together in completion.
"There's no need to feed them. Kain designed his clones to feed off of energy rather then food or blood. They are all sentient beings though they can communicate with each other beyond the realm of telepathy. It seems that if one merely wants another to know something, they do...it leaves me to believe their wills are not separate, a theory that is rather easy to draw upon given their link to Kain. While they have free will, Kain has done what God could not with his Angels and forced them into servitude. Each has 1/20 of Kain's overall power, enough to shatter a planet alone, as well as an individual power that gives them...purpose." It would let out a ghostly laugh, then turn to Rozalin. "My apologies for ranting. You needed merely flip the switches and move on to the next...a simple task."
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 8:33 am
She'd look back to him and shuddered in delight at the way he talked, he was so fascinating, she'd nod her head and looked to each of the SCP's so it was the dark energies of her master's station that feeds these creatures... She then smiled as he apologized for his rant.
"No need to apologize, I love learning about my master and what he does, he is truly a powerful being" She'd then walk to one end of the hall and then turned to look back at the creature. "Something puzzles me, why is it that you cannot flip the switches? Do you not live here as well?"
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 1:09 am
"Think of it like this if you will: If I could flip the switch, then would these ghouls not be able to as well? I am no more then a conglomerate of them aged over several millennia in the bowls of an unknown Hell waiting to do my part for that which is Eternal Darkness. Kain has placed upon each switch a barrier to drive off my kind, a precaution that one even in my state could hardly blame him for." He'd let out a ghostly wail similar to a laugh, though he never really let it out right. "The power I posses would also corrupt your Lord's machinery, and in the end this Lament Configuration, this Key and Gateway into Hell itself would revert into the Leviathan Configuration which would unleash Hell itself upon the world outside this...I believe he calls it a station now? Ragnarok...a fitting name for an instrument of the Apocalypse. What most fail to realize is that this station itself is what your kind defines as an SCP...there is a smaller version, yes, but Kain used it against itself and against intruders to further contain the true Demons of the world."
The creature would quickly summon a tome in front of itself, and though a black claw rested beneath it as if holding it, it never actually came into contact with it. He'd instead use and unseen force to pull open the book and flip the pages. "It was none to recently that this station was locked away in another dimension, or rather an area existing outside of this realm completely. At that point, your Lord would have issued the order for me to convert the station into the Leviathan Configuration, allowing him to tear through dimensions at the cost of unleashing Hell upon that dimension and his target...in his hand, Kain holds a rather painful Rapture to be brought on by the ignorance of man and its Gods...the Lord himself has no intention of ever activating the base without cause, though a grand display of ignorance on a scale even he cannot comprehend would be more then enough for him to become...what he truly is, deep down beneath his feigned self-righteous valor."
Again, the creature would attempt a laugh. "My apologies once more; it would seem I've been alone so long that I find myself unable to silence myself upon issuing an answer. A dreadful habit truly; please don't allow me to hinder your work any longer."
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 10:04 am
Rozalin smiled as she nodded her head, she understood almost everything that he spoke of, turning to one of the dead ends, her heels clicking along the ground, she'd look over to the switch and flipped it. Watching the violet water start to go down, she'd then go to the next with speeds that would almost match her Lord, within a few minutes all switches would be activated
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She'd smile and look around at the SCP's that slithered around her. She'd then look for an exit, she'd stop and turn her head to the side, so she glanced at the creature.
"Perhaps from time to time I can come down here, and you can educate me further" She'd smile and would exit the way she came.
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 12:43 am
"To educate is my purpose." He'd shoo away a few SCPs trying to follow her and even extend his arm out to strike through one's neck in order to keep it from rampaging about. As he'd feel the presence of all twenty clones fade, Chaos would quickly come to follow within the center. "I suppose I am to deal with these as well...and yet life is still dull. Good bye, young draculina." Once she was gone, he'd let out a lich's shriek and whatever did fall dead from its pitch was either frozen from its power or paralyzed from the vibrations.
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