Post by satyricalconsort on Mar 2, 2023 19:18:16 GMT -5
What were these words? Whose voices were those? Why was he doing this? He didn't know. He wouldn't remember. Not all of this was him, most of this was they. Those entities which lurk within the deepest shadows, where light flees from the darkness instead. His face was angled hard as could be into the abyss, and so the abyss was leaking into him. He was being flooded. Overtaken.
Slowly he was lowered back to the ground at first; and than sorta dropped actually; he hit the ground with a wet metallic thud, a sick crunching sound as his his mandible, his maxillary plate, and zygomatic bones had become shattered. Pretty much his face broke in. Although that healed; and strangely the blood was slurped back into his body as if it was animated. Balls of razor sharp pins stuck out of the blood; crimson red, vibrating, rattling as they returned back to their source. He'd rise to his feet, only half conscious... but if David looked at Ashton in detail he could see his facial structure had altered, as well as the rest of his skeletal and muscular build. Overall he somehow seemed somewhat less imposing than before. The blue of his eyes, the madness and wrath which pooled inside them had all but evaporated.
And as Ashton would speak he'd notice his voice had fundamentally changed as well. Although his skin was absolutely pale; almost translucent. And his flesh had become marked with these red, swirling, cloud like patterns which kinda drifted and morphed ever so slightly, but only if you looked out the corner of your eye. It was like some kind of ephemeral presence was constrained to his skin itself.
And yes his voice did soften, he sounded somehow kinder and less of an opposition. Also it seemed like the heat of those red rays had scorched the blood off his skin, he was no longer wearing his corpse paint. The only thing that hadn't changed was his hair. He valued that, and luckily it was allowed to remain despite the rest of the transformation.
When the lights returned to his eyes he began to kinda itch at the space where the metal plate fused to his chest and his actual flesh met. It seemed like the metal was starting to flake off, just a little. If you looked close you could see this horrible yellow light shining, undulating from the cracks. Although the color could only be described as yellow, it was also inexplicable. This was a tone of yellow you didn't know existed, as it pained the eyes to look upon it but it was also difficult to look away from it. Prolonged staring caused more pain, and also more infatuation with its presence. That at least was the case until he put on a shirt, so the light wasn't quite so visible any longer.
"Come on, lets go."
he motioned that David could follow if he wanted to. He found his way to a guard shack so that he might be lucky enough to see exactly where the avengers were at. Many of the cameras were broken, but not all of them; and luckily enough of these devices were left so that the location of the heroes could be triangulated.
"There they are..." pointed Guts, at the screen where a battle was still raging. Since he'd lived in this compound for years he knew which screen corelated to which location, but there was also a guide printed along the side panel in order to assist the newbies.
"Shall we?" he'd ask David pointedly
"...probably be a good idea to shelter in place so they'll find us."
He motioned towards the cyborg again. "The shelter area isn't far, you ready?"
Whether David answered or not, Guts walked off, leaving it to David to decide to follow or not.
If David followed, he would see that the access card opened the magnetically sealed entry at the emergency bunker. To say this area was spacious was an understatement, and it was also pretty much indestructible as such shelters often were. They were not alone here; normies were sheltering here, also awaiting rescue perhaps? Or maybe hoping to hide from Hyrdra, or perhaps even the good guys?
Slowly he was lowered back to the ground at first; and than sorta dropped actually; he hit the ground with a wet metallic thud, a sick crunching sound as his his mandible, his maxillary plate, and zygomatic bones had become shattered. Pretty much his face broke in. Although that healed; and strangely the blood was slurped back into his body as if it was animated. Balls of razor sharp pins stuck out of the blood; crimson red, vibrating, rattling as they returned back to their source. He'd rise to his feet, only half conscious... but if David looked at Ashton in detail he could see his facial structure had altered, as well as the rest of his skeletal and muscular build. Overall he somehow seemed somewhat less imposing than before. The blue of his eyes, the madness and wrath which pooled inside them had all but evaporated.
And as Ashton would speak he'd notice his voice had fundamentally changed as well. Although his skin was absolutely pale; almost translucent. And his flesh had become marked with these red, swirling, cloud like patterns which kinda drifted and morphed ever so slightly, but only if you looked out the corner of your eye. It was like some kind of ephemeral presence was constrained to his skin itself.
And yes his voice did soften, he sounded somehow kinder and less of an opposition. Also it seemed like the heat of those red rays had scorched the blood off his skin, he was no longer wearing his corpse paint. The only thing that hadn't changed was his hair. He valued that, and luckily it was allowed to remain despite the rest of the transformation.
When the lights returned to his eyes he began to kinda itch at the space where the metal plate fused to his chest and his actual flesh met. It seemed like the metal was starting to flake off, just a little. If you looked close you could see this horrible yellow light shining, undulating from the cracks. Although the color could only be described as yellow, it was also inexplicable. This was a tone of yellow you didn't know existed, as it pained the eyes to look upon it but it was also difficult to look away from it. Prolonged staring caused more pain, and also more infatuation with its presence. That at least was the case until he put on a shirt, so the light wasn't quite so visible any longer.
"Come on, lets go."
he motioned that David could follow if he wanted to. He found his way to a guard shack so that he might be lucky enough to see exactly where the avengers were at. Many of the cameras were broken, but not all of them; and luckily enough of these devices were left so that the location of the heroes could be triangulated.
"There they are..." pointed Guts, at the screen where a battle was still raging. Since he'd lived in this compound for years he knew which screen corelated to which location, but there was also a guide printed along the side panel in order to assist the newbies.
"Shall we?" he'd ask David pointedly
"...probably be a good idea to shelter in place so they'll find us."
He motioned towards the cyborg again. "The shelter area isn't far, you ready?"
Whether David answered or not, Guts walked off, leaving it to David to decide to follow or not.
If David followed, he would see that the access card opened the magnetically sealed entry at the emergency bunker. To say this area was spacious was an understatement, and it was also pretty much indestructible as such shelters often were. They were not alone here; normies were sheltering here, also awaiting rescue perhaps? Or maybe hoping to hide from Hyrdra, or perhaps even the good guys?