Just a note, I've left certaine whispered/paged/ooc comments in so that, well, certain bits of what happened make sense. No point in confusing people.
Clockwork arcs, a jagged bolt out of left field, into the park! " Hi!" it greets, or countergreets, depending.
Kosmos waves to Clockwork.
Talia giggles, "Clockwork, where's your body?"
Clockwork arcs across to Talia, twitching and bouncing back and forth. " I sent it to my tower. Is it needed?" It asks curiously.
Nighzmarquls turns one head around to grin at system "what she is referred to by other beings is not necessarily what I will refer to her as nor what she wishes to be referred to in this place and moment" It nods the three upside-downer heads to talia's statement and murmer "We don't know what we should be called now, we used to say nighzmarquls, but your welcome to assign a new one"
System rubs (his) forehead, slowly. "One moment..." (He) stretches hands forward in front of (him), a shimmering field of faint blue light manifesting between them, smooth pieces of metal shimmering into existence via instantiation, caught into motion by the field.
Talia nods. "Nighzmarquls will do. And no Clockwork, you don't need it, I just thought you liked being in it is all."
Clockwork arcs up and down in agreement. " I do like being in it, but I was given an idea recently. And I don't want to get my nice body messed up while working on it."
Nighzmarquls ooohs and reaches towards clockwork with one of its spokes, both with fleshy appendage and a clumsy 'mit' of time space distortion. "... pretty ..."
System finishes instantiating the last of the collection of whirling bits of metal, then opens (his) mouth, a brilliant arc of blue light leaping out into the center of array in front of (him)self, then slumping to the ground, metallic pieces whirling, illuminated by the light that burns coldly at its center.
Kosmos shakes his nuzzle and shrugs. "Well, I guess I must depart."
Clockwork backs from, uh... well, it... or... yes,them Nighzmarquls, not wanting to electricute them, as it's seen others that were leary of such a process.
System bobs, shining blue text appearing above it. "Acknowledged, Kosmos."
Kosmos stands and waves. "Later all." Kosmos has left.
Nighzmarquls pouts with the reaching spoke, murmering in childish voice "AWWW, we wanted to 'eat' it... it looked so vibrant and tasty! like little bits of hyperactive sugary sweet-rushingdownsingularity well!" other eyes seek other forms of amusement
System floats slightly backwards, away from Nighzmarquls.
Clockwork blinks several times. " Oh, if that's all..." and it arcs closer to the spoke, happy as could be at the idea of, perhaps, being useful to someone/thing...
Talia looks worried. "Um, Clockwork? Being eaten is usually a BAD thing..."
Giggles, Snickers and cackling hisses spread like waves over nighzmarquls. arms reaching towards the sparkly thing!
[OOC] Nighzmarquls pages, "imagine a mind eating predatory universe with the attention span of a hyperactive five year old that is independent of conventional time." to you.
System drifts away, settling near the bear, manifesting more text. "Unfortunate..."
Talia looks at System. "What's unfortunate?"
System text-manifests, "The possibility of the cosnumption of this entity.""
Talia looks over at Clockwork. "Clockwork. Listen to me carefully, now...RUN."
Clockwork goes from cute happy electrical thing, to a source of 100,000+ jouls of energy... per second. curious, the air around clockwork? well, it's being insta-whatchamajiggied into electrons, to feed clockwork, to in turn feed Nighzmarquls spoke. It, he, on the other hand, says " YAY!" It's very bright looking./
Nighzmarquls tilts every single head it possesses to a side, screeching in a thousand voices "YAY!" and promptly wraps clockwork in every limb/torso it possesses as well as several layers of sticky twisty spatial reality folds... squishy crushing huggies
[OOC] Nighzmarquls pages, "I am not exactly sure what that would do, but I imagine it would be something like making a miniature clockwork sun for the time being" to you.
Squeak shakes his head and squeak squeeaks?
Clockwork effectively dissapears as it's wrapped about by the, uh, it. As the imediate vicinity of materials starts to become used up, more is "pulled" into place via simple vaccum phsyics, making quite a bit of wind in the area immediately around It(the disturbance), further, said in-ward rushing causings a thunder-clap as the source(air) is forced through the disturbance's nature, to ground out to Nighzmarquls. It, to say the least, is a very loud, bright occurance. Very.
System buzzes heavily, concerned about what exactly will be left of the entity after Nighzmarquls is done processing it...
[OOC] You page-pose, "Clockwork isn't sure what having that much energy being channeled through him(it) would do to him... but knows that, in lightning-bolt speak, it's nothing but tantric sex, only with out the breeding part. x.x." to Nighzmarquls
Nighzmarquls lights up, oh indeed it lights up, safety goggles and perhaps radiation blast shields might be a good idea, then again it could also just be a very effective omnidirectional tanning lamp. Screaming voices of laughter seem jumbled with the sound of a drawn out thunderclap.
Squeak looks up at System and squeeeaks?
System text-manifests, "I have concern, Squeak."
Squeak looks over at Nighzmarquls again.
In a page-pose to you, Nighzmarquls's personal physics reach 'probes' of causality into the furnace of happy joyful explosion/sapience which make up clockwork. and promptly begin 'digesting' what memory, experience, point of view AKA what makes clockwork, clockwork in all ways which it can be defined. cold, dark/warm spaces seem to squeeze in all around. Hugging, crushing, embracing holding, piercing and suckling. all filled with a seemingly endless black pit of wanted that consumes until its hunger can be felt on a deepest level of consciousness...
Clockwork's voice, while rather difficult to hear from the outside of all this going's-on, is practically audible to anyone/thing that might just happen to be on/around it, considering that it's spirit is what does the talking(21 grams of spirit) and the rest are just the sideffects of it being it." Where're you putting all of me? I can'y feel very far out, you're blocking my view." ...
[OOC] In a page-pose to you, Nighzmarquls sorry if that seems over bearing, not used to doing this yet on account no one ever lets me :P... oh clockwork now has an IC reason to reference any information in the 'ooc' background for nighzmarquls.
System floats over towards its abandoned humanoid shell, blue light enveloping the whirling metal, the drone above it, the shell below, the briefcase nearby- and then they are gone.
System disappears with a mild flash of light.
Nighzmarquls stops screaming, or perhaps the sound of burning just swallowed up all its vocal expression, light starts to fade down to a dull glow of old stars. body awash in neon vapor from every point on the spectrum. What little physical definition is visible shows faces blank in shock, tense and empty.
[OOC] You page-pose, "Clockwork is energy... and 21 grams of other stuff(spirit, raw unadultrated /soul/). It's memory is very, very short, seemingly it uses electrons as it's memory, and is always shedding them... consider, that at the moment it's shedding all it's electrons into you... all it's memories into you. Many of the memories are just a scattering of almost-images/senses, and feelings, certain things almost reachable, almost in it's grasp, but far gone. It, if anything, has it's memories veriably scattered through all of everything. So, if it were to reference everything as being it, in essence it is correct. it is in everything, but it is also it's 21 grams of soul. It doesn't see, as people see with eyes, but rather feels. It feels itself in everything, it feels electromagnetics. Fields of energy are like a playground for it. Sound... oooh sound is almost a curse with this being. Sound lasts for ever... and with It, it /always/ is happening. Always. An entire song crammed into a moment, played in no" to Nighzmarquls
[OOC] You page, "order, for ever, all at once... words, murmurs, noises, all of it. All at once. Despite this, it almost ignores sound totally, only listening to the newest of noises made in it's presence. To an outsider, with out the inate understanding of ignoring sound, this could half-near drive a person mad." to Nighzmarquls.
[OOC] You page-pose, "Clockwork can keep going, if you'd like, or have other questions... As an asside, your 'grasp' on it... well, it doesn't have any sort of solid form... so in essence, it holds to you as much as you hold to it, willing in full to do, well, whatever it is that it does." to Nighzmarquls
Clockwork continues to be an open conduit, not knowing to stop simply by the change of state that occurs around him. As resistences build in the 'material' though it tries to push harder, but only has two modes of output. All, or just an ittybitty trickle. It, at the moment, is set to 'All'
[OOC] You page-pose, "Clockwork also, logs this to put up on the wiki on his char-page..." to Nighzmarquls
In a page-pose to you, Nighzmarquls is similiar to the 'now song' of chaos, the noises layered on top of each other all at once... a storm of chaos that happens to form something 'thinking' 'feeling' the state of chaos seeps and mirrors your own for a moment then it lets you go, free to escape as easily as if its desire were the desire of the 'bonds' placed around it... in fact if it so wished clockwork could just as happily reach into spatial reality and twist it the same way nighz does... for the moment the entire bloated mass of 'minds' is as docile as a kitten. Nighzmarquls's body crackles, flickers... some of it becomes charged 'arcs' of electricity that darken and solidify themselves into matter. some times bits of it scream or laugh. harsh burns of after images shine around it in a cyclone of barely glimpsed activity, little heaves of spatial distortion rippled in and out of it...
[OOC] Nighzmarquls pages, "fine by me, I 'have' a log of everything that happens on puzzlebox, but haven't poured over it... you mind if nighz takes a copy of clockwork's 'sound memory'?" to you.
[OOC] Nighzmarquls pages, "to my characters anyway" to you.
You whisper, "I wouldn't mind at all, about the perpetual-sound. :)" to Nighzmarquls.
Nighzmarquls whispers, "Nighzmarquls consumes, its what it does, clockwork was a delicious little calorie heavy snack" to you.
Clockwork shoots out of Nighzmarquls' "leftovers", stripped of electrons even as it makes it's out. It skids to a stop, and for just a moment, it's core is laid nearly bare, the blur of it's nimbus gone. It appears to be a dragon, and a human, and a machine, and... yet, it's just a spirit, the remains of a being. It's electrons shoot out, as if it had suddenly remembered to turn on it's "tap", reforming the nimbus and haze about itself... it, if anything, looks pleased to the point of nearbliss, such like that not even a Tasp could mannage.
You whisper, "Clockwork laughs. " It's a battery... probably the perfect opposite for any thing that does nothing but consume. ... and it also means that a higher portion of you(nighzmarquls) is It... Atleast for a little while." to Nighzmarquls.
Nighzmarquls coughs a buzzing, slightly charred sound, then collapses in a purring heap of carbonized flesh.