Post by Nightshade on Feb 21, 2018 15:05:47 GMT -8
Losing the body inside him so suddenly caught the leech by slight surprise. Maelstrom's form slowly degraded back into some sort of humanoid silhouette without any feature. He quietly observed Strifeman rumbling about hsi voices, shifting forms and mannerisms.
"Yes." Maelstrom simply replied at the guy's question. Today was the day of the Weird Ones it seemed. He needed but contact with a navi to hear their voice in his mind and vice versa. The Dark Soul kept showing somewhat of an interested in Strifeman. He was wondering what the guy was up to.
Sefira laughed lightly at the exchange. "My! What an endearingly happy little accident! Congratulations, you've managed to make a friend." The two creatures found each other surprisingly relate-able, outside of their similarly revolting appearances. Pleased at this outcome, Sefira clapped lightly.
"Well? Are you going to turn him into a lizard thing with wigglybits on his face next? It seems this fellow is already plenty strange looking though." Legacy rubbed his chin pondering the outcome of the two fusing. Perhaps Strifeman would be able to pull himself together a little more easily. Legacy had managed to slip out of the debacle without too much of an issue, but he wondered if this was going to be a more permanent thing in their case seeing as this new host seemed far more willing.
Last Edit: Feb 21, 2018 16:04:04 GMT -8 by Blazewind
As Legacy suddenly began talking behind him, StrifeMan's spine ripped and extended, as, suddenly, a spaded tail sprouted from his back, the black, bone-edged point rising up to indicate Legacy. The message was hopefully clear - StrifeMan would get to him, in a moment.
On Mael's side, StrifeMan was still chuckling, his face never shifting even as he produced a whole new limb seemingly without thought or effort. "Ohahehahee . . . do not be mistaken! StrifeMan has few friends, but he likes, he does, collecting new voices, new pains, new ways to sew misfortune. This one . . ."
A spectral hand suddenly darted out from StrifeMan's core, gripping hold of Mael's gelatinous form. "StrifeMan does not get absorbed or possessed - his demons are inside, and let out when StrifeMan allows them out! Do you understand, parasite?"
Post by Nightshade on Feb 25, 2018 11:44:19 GMT -8
Maelstrom looked as the strange guy grabbed him, blabbering some incomprehensible things about voices and possession. He didn't really care. Nor about what the guy was talking about, nor the strange atmosphere that lingered around them.
As soon as Strifeman tried to pull him closer, Mael allowed momentum to carry him further forward. The DarkSoul splashed himself onto Strifeman, immediately latching and spreading around the navi's body. The Daemon swiftly burrowed in every cut or open wound he found, making sure to merge himself to Strifeman as soon as possible to reacquire his reptilian form. This time though, he would seek out and consume Strifeman's own darkness, effectively replacing it with himself. The guy wouldn't need another Darksoul but him. Once that was done, the leech began... leeching off his new "partner", while pumping waves of DarkPower into his host's body, basically triggering and forcing a permanent DarkSoul state.
He found that most of his hosts reacted positively to that kind of psichosomatic stimulation, allowing him to eat more energy as they mulled in their own depraved desires. It seemed that this kind of navi drew power from pain. The daemon had a fit of joy. He would allow this one to do just that.
Not many used that ability of his. Being able to empower any and all abilities at the cost of havving your body cannibalized from the inside at an extremely accelerated rate. Needless to say the excruciating pain that kind of power generated was enough to drive some of his most desperate hosts insane. Some even died because of it.
He'd have fun with this one.
"I'll gladly take your body, Weird One. I do not care what you want to do or what you wish to say. Use my powers as you see fit, run wild to your heart's content. You'll grow to enjoy our bond. The more you let me consume, the more power I'll grant you."
Legacy, having been on the receiving end of whatever Maelstrom was doing, was now watching curiously as this Strifeman fellow approached Maelstrom and grabbed him. Of course, within moments, what happened to Legacy ended up happening to Strifeman as well...As Strifeman was talking. "Oh no. Who could have ever seen that one coming?" Legacy asked nobody aloud flatly, before doubling over in laughter.
StrifeMan stayed still as the leech suddenly clasped onto his body, seeping into his every scrape, cut, pore and anywhere it could find as it suffused into his body. As Mael bore into his form, however, he would find something very strange - StrifeMan's soul code was much harder to get to than most Navi's, and already appeared rather fragmented, but incredibly durable. He could not find any indication of a darksoul within StrifeMan to replace, or, at least, not without getting into that little vortex of crimson energy that was his core.
StrifeMan otherwise allowed the Navi to do what he thought was taking his body, even allowing the small transformative properties to take hold as he was ever so slightly shifted, the snout extending from his face and the reptilian scales and draconic spines protruding from across his body. Within the few short moments that he had his desired connection, the little leech would realize that StrifeMan offered no addictive feeling towards him, nor did anything about StrifeMan's demeanor change in response to the merging - there was no possible way to descend StrifeMan further into his own depravity. The Darkloid naturally revelled in it. Yet, even with this level of staunch depravity, he couldn't grasp hold of a darkness to eat up and replace . . . why?
He didn't flinch, and he allowed the rolling waves of pleasure-bringing pain and increased dark power ripple over his body for a little moment before he made his point very clear. I believe you misunderstood . . . it is my intent to take you.
The core Maelstrom could not penetrate, StrifeMan's soul code, all at once opened up from within, grasping spectral claws of all spades - demons, devils, wolven claws, cloven hooves; wicked, branch-like hands; shriveled fingers, hands writhing with worms, even simple swarms of locusts - reaching out and forcefully grabbing hold of the gelatinous figure trying to suffuse itself within StrifeMan's body, the inner workings of which appeared questionably humanoid, save for this strange place where his heart would be . . .
My soul is a prison, a black box, a void to all that which is dark, dastardly and painful within mythology and beyond . . . I'll gladly add a new voice to the collection, but, make no mistake, I am the one in control. You'll be allowed to have your fun when I dictate it, and I'll decide what of your power I require, and you'll give it to me when I demand it, without harm or complaint - or I'll rip you to pieces.
All at once, Maelstrom felt his connection to StrifeMan dwindle, as the grasping claws dragged him into the all-consuming void of StrifeMan's soul prison. On the outside, Legacy would watch StrifeMan's body shift back as the dark liquid form drained into the vortex on his chest, and, then, his demonic features also faded back into the void, leaving the humanoid figure that had first arrived to turn to face him.
"Now, you. What can StrifeMan call you, hmm? Why are you here, in the Undernet?" So indulged within his own agenda, StrifeMan had barely noticed the change in atmosphere, but, his own personality seemed to have grown more . . . stable, upon reverting back to his more human appearanced, even despite the new tattoo forming upon his chest as they spoke. A familiar, dragon-like figure, joined the tattoos of screaming figures across his body.
Maelstrom would find himself, manifested in his normal form, in a hallway of sorts within StrifeMan's body, with many other figures - faces and forms to match the hands that pulled him in - surrounding the infinitesimally small void at the center of the hallway, currently with no one at its helm. They all turned to look up at the new contendor, wicked grins, solemn eyes and scared looks alike - Maelstrom was not the first dragged into his inner shade.
Post by Nightshade on Feb 25, 2018 15:01:44 GMT -8
Maelstrom looked around. So the guy was a collective. Intriguing.
The leech found himself able to sustain his reptilian form within the area he was now in. Looking over to the many faces around him, he wondered if he could consume and assimilate the clearly weaker ones. From what he could see, there was a lot of food for him to eat there.
He would assert his dominance. If his new host saw he was the strongest, he would allow him to link up more frequently and for longer.
"Me? I am called Legacy, no need to commit that to memory though. As for why I am here, tourism. I am sight seeing, and indeed some sights I have seen indeed." Legacy responded, somewhat curious about whatever happened to Maelstrom. It seemed that this time, Maelstrom was the one who was taken in seeing as Strifeman was standing here still just as grotesque as normal. He supposed that it could just be chalked up to a strange data composition. He could still sense Maelstrom's presence...Somewhere, but whatever was heading towards them was making it a little harder to feel out.
"In any case, it seems something interesting is headed out way. Might you have an idea what it is?" Legacy asked. He was more or less unperturbed, but the shift in atmosphere certainly didn't escape his attention. It was either powerful, or another strange being that couldn't keep itself in check. Legacy admittedly looked forward to finding out.
Post by Nightshade on Mar 19, 2018 23:50:08 GMT -8
Meanwhile, Mael was having...fun inside Strifeman's body. Being able to retain his complete form without a host was allowing him to access all his powers from the get go. Think when he would actually merge with his new and rather unusual host. From their first link, it looked like the guy did not have self restraint at all. It was a good thing. Usually, he would have to slowly force hosts into a state of complete submission to their desires in order to get what he wanted. Here he could just get it without going through that hassle of opening the guy's brain like a tin can.
Still, the other personalities within him...probably the result of the guy's strange fusion powers. It looked like he used them to fight, so he shouldn't touch those. Or maybe he should? Who could say he couldn't force them into a more aggressive state and have some fun?
Hm...he needed to find a way not to drain this host's body dry. Usually hosts would submit to him almost instantly in exchange for power and allowance to lose themselves in their desires. Strifeman was...different. He had to find something else. He could live by just eating away just 70% of the guy's energy...but he'd get weaker over time...however...
Mael made sure he was still linked to Strifeman. He could hear other voices speaking all around him, but nothing like a good old fashioned roar to silence them. He was the Alpha now. If anything tried to take away his host from him he would make sure said thing was appropriately consumed into nothing.
"You want my powers? Fine. Here is how it works, Strife. I cannot live without leeching off your energy. Meaning that I cannot live without killing you. However, should we fight together and win, you could allow me to infect our enemy and drain his energy instead. While I still need just about...70% of your energy, you can avoid death and be able to keep all of the advantages indefinitely."
Last Edit: Mar 19, 2018 23:55:22 GMT -8 by Nightshade