What killed him?Transit Nexus Contents: CatToy Clockwork Sasamui System Talia Clockwork grins slowly. Besax comes in, looking about nervously. Clockwork glances sidelong at the Ferret... and draws her full-sensory blazing-modified tasp out, and shoots him... System nods slightly to Besax, then turns back to the rabbit. "Clarify, Lucky, Clockwork?" Besax turns to Clockwork, and closes his eyes, dropping to his knees, his flesh starting to curl. "Just like clockwork," he rasps, before he dies, and falls to his side. Clockwork blinks, and comments to System..." Holy shit! It killed him!" The latent charge of the tasp dances over the smoking-somehow-corpse of Besax, the tentacles still draped from the gash in his loins slowly baking and charring. System focuses on the tasp for a moment. "Perhaps it would be best to avoid using this on organics or quasiorganics..." Clockwork blinks slowly, looking at System. " Yeah... I.. err.... " She glances at the silent killer, then at Besax. " Sorry Guy... um.. no hard feelings. " As if the corpse could still hear. System shakes (her) head. "In any event, it is only Besax." Clockwork ohs softly, and shrugs. " In that case, it doesn't matter." .. She really has no idea who Besax is, besides a fungus-spreading ferret. System states quietly, "He is a sadistic killer. It is hardly as if he deserves overmuch consideration." Clockwork ohs softly, and goes over to Besax and cuts off the fruit of his loins (his tentacles), taking it as indians of old might of taken a scalp from a kill. Clockwork, has no knife, so how she does this is anyone's guess. As Clockwork draws the tentacles from the steaming corpse, they slowly shrivel in his hands, quietly growing diaphanous and crisp until they drift to naught, becoming little more than sugar sculptures before vanishing from existence entirely... |
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Lover of Maichirona. Killer of shadows. Eidolon of blame. |
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:-His current beloved, Chirona, has taken up a special place in his black heart. Such a (yellow) girl, she is... |
For those of you in a hurry: Besax is a pale blue anthropomorphic ferret, 5'10" tall, wearing a white leather trench coat with an upturned collar that hides all of him but his face. He wears a cybernetic visor that plugs in to his temples, reflecting his surroundings.
For those of you who have an attention span: As you observe Besax closer, you see that something about him is simply wrong. It's the way that light reflects off of him. When others around him are in shadow, he appears as though in a lonely spire of light in the darkness. When he is in the light, his coat darkens from white to more shadowed tones. In fact, he appears to be a photo-negative of a perfectly mundane brown ferret in a black leather trench coat. Besax moves with purpose and confidence, fluid as an ink drop rolling across wax paper. His hands are in fists at his sides, occasionally flexing out to reveal long, sinister claws. You can see that wherever his shadow falls, no matter the light, is turned a deep, inky black, and is stained when he passes by. You can glimpse the tips of bony-tipped, blue-tinged tentacles inside his sleeves, and with a blur those sleeves are lifted by his arms as he flicks up his visor, exposing glowing red eyes with black whites and white pupils. You're seen.
Besax is a Morale Officer of the Architects of the Future, or so he claims. When he first arrived on the Mess, he was generally benign, but soon it was revealed that he was, in fact, a blasphemous cancer in the belly of the joyful society that he had infiltrated. When his [horrid abuse of Phoenix]? was revealed, he rapidly became much more dangerous - violent, unpredictable, and openly nihilistic and hateful. Today he has largely mellowed, his spite grown soft, but he is never someone to be taken lightly.
Phoenix and System have made several analysis' of Besax, and discovered that he is not what he seems. His true form lies in a neighboring reality, with entirely alien laws of physics, an endless void shrouded in pastel mists. He is a leviathan of a maw, a sluglike tube-form well over fourty meters long, glistening with alien slimes and capped with a great lamprey-leech mouth of hundreds of far-too-sharp needle teeth. On his back is a foul suppurant boil which disgorges endless fronds of tentacles, long and earthwormy and capped with a tapered bone hammer, filled with a slick and semenal viral slurry that pollutes all it touches. Yet this true form is quiescent, long atrophied and limp, hanging helpless by its tentacles from a terrible trembling in space and time, a distortion in the twin realities that he reaches through to reach here. These tentacles somehow created and manipulate the body that he presents, a lithesome ferret, handsome and horrid.
Besax has demonstrated many deadly powers in the past. He has great strength from the tentacles that fill his puppet-form, and claws sharp enough to cut minute holes in reality itself. His tentacles can penetrate farther in to a victim than should be possible, somehow entering not their physical form but their spiritual essence, and from there they can manipulate both mind and body without clear limit. This same ability to manipulate flesh allows him to regenerate from wounds he suffers if even the slightest shred of his flesh remains, though it is draining and requires a great deal of organic matter as fuel.
Exegesis recapitulating interpretative connexions.
Besax was restrained to Downwarp by a ['parole agreement']? he made with Phoenix, System, and Frostbyte. Should he have ever gone past the Transit Nexus, the Sentient Storage Facility, or Downwarp, his life - or at least his existence - was forfeit, but he managed to sweet-talk System in to allowing him free reign of the Mess once more. You are not safe. You cannot hide. You should stay on his good side.