queen carnage

x infants in infantry rewrite their history uproot their colony you're ripe for harvesting

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↳ Indulging on vain experiments cannot be among the pleasures she can allow, possessing a minimal dose of the atma virus is a greater restraint. She had to choose the most fitting beast at her disposition, it could be no other than those with primordial necessity of survival. Creatures of ‘lesser’ intelligence could as well present benefit if controlled upon infection – humans were no less than beasts flaunting a brain they so rarely used anyhow, it showed minimal difference.

‘Runners’, that was her choice of species once selecting her victim. One cowardly entity could never oppose to the might of Hari-Hara, neither their vastly stronger hold. The first corrupted creature was set free afterwards in her location of choice, it might be a lesser atma what she developed but it could harvest into a stronger kind if fed appropriately.

Anyone could be a victim here, including the unexpected guest. “I have claimed this place as my own, surely it won’t be an inconvenience…” Her voice resounds in the vast entrance of the hotel, while she comfortably sat on the counter.

Jenna allows her creation do the later introduction, no many words required to explain the situation at hand.

Click, click, click…  

It was possibly crawling atop the walls, observing both women with its void eyes.

“My bad, I forgot to bring a leash with me…”

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              ◤Rebuilding an empire would take time- even for the scientist. Slowly, she created her layer that was now embellished in experiments (dead and alive), equipment, test tubes, machinery, and the like; however, it still lived in the shadow of her former lab. She required more subjects to assist in her pursuit and without soldiers, clones, or her powers, it took up quite a bit of time. 

              She wasn’t equipped with much; she carried a blade that would assist in makeshift dissections alongside a few tranquilizers that she had created on her own.While others would feel trepidation upon wandering into this particular hotel, the scientist happened to feel rather fortunate. 

               A cold gaze observed the female then the Runner; without a doubt the creature had been manipulated. By its mere appearance, she would require more time to understand how the woman had approached this experiment. Truly, dissection would be quite interesting in this situation, but tampering with a stranger’s experiments without so much as an introduction would be quite rude.

           Red lips curved upwards as gloved digits intertwined with one another. Unlike some of the other beings in the area, this one appeared to be knowledgeable to say the least. 

                    ❝How very interesting! Despite their lack of intelligence, I always believed the Runners to be quite the amusing pets.❞◢

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inlepidum

             ◤ The specimens in the city were incredibly dull- lacking any impressive mental functioning, yet she found no other option than to continue collecting beings for her own studies. Advancement could not be made without certain sacrifices. 

            Much to her amusement, she found herself in a deserted church located within forestry. The area itself was rumored to be filled with many different creatures; the scientist hoped to stumble upon something interesting. While the church lacked any of these beings, Angelika managed to set up a short barrier in the middle of the pews as she waited for the zombie who had been slowly trailing her to stumble upon it - only to send it crashing to floor and vulnerable to be imprisoned and dissected. The trap itself was so incredibly juvenile; it insulted her intelligence, without a doubt. 

            She could hear a presence of another- steps less sluggish than she recalled. It was quite a pleasant surprise to see someone other than an undead being ; this being was far more intriguing.

                    ❝Oh? I wasn’t expecting such enthralling company. I take it that you aren’t here to pray.❞

             Her words never lacked etiquette, but were permanently soaked in venomous tones. The scientist felt no fear, for she embraced what those feared most. Just as the situation appeared to be lining up brilliantly, the creature she had actually been expecting had finally reached her destination as it sluggishly carried itself behind her unexpected guest. The need for the minuscule barrier she had created seemed obsolete, suddenly- how things were beginning to become moderately entertaining.

                     ❝You may want to watch out behind you.❞◢

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consequentiialist

            ◤ Digits steadily maintained their grasp on the scalpel that had been bestowed upon her once entering this new environment. With utmost focus, icy hues watched as her blade made precise incisions into the mindless being she had managed to capture after failed attempts; she had grown so accustomed to others doing her dirty work that she was perhaps a bit rusty in this area.

            Metal chains kept the rather boisterous being strapped to the metal table. The scientist had, with time, set up a small, isolated laboratory on the outskirts of Old Town. Besides the occasional cries that radiated from the undead near her place of work, she would remain undisturbed at most times.

                     ❝My, this wouldn’t be so time consuming if you would simply stop squirming.❞

            The dissection itself had been going smoothly despite resistant behavior- something she had quickly grown accustomed to. She searched for usefulness within the being; there was potential use for the creation of clones or even petty foot soldiers, yet she remained unimpressed with its current state. Still, she was definitely capable of providing some enhancements - that was her area of expertise, after all.

            Growing closer to finishing current probing, she grew aware of foreign footsteps; while she never expected one to stumble upon her lab, the possibility still always existed. Attention strayed as she turned to view the other, revealing the other half of her face that had been confined by a mask as well as golden tresses that were hidden underneath a cap. What an interesting one.

                     ❝Aren’t you aware that knocking before entering is fundamental etiquette?❞ ◢

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cannibalmagical

            ◤ Research dominated the scientist’s time despite the strong desire to delve into actual experimentation. She wished to obtain her previous possessions back- her soldiers, clones, and most importantly, her body. Yet, gaining knowledge on her surroundings would serve as a foundation of building her empire once more- she was back at square one. 

            Much of her time had been dedicated to the corpse infested New Town; the ominous nature of the area had inevitably drawn her in. She crouched near the police department, examining the rotting bodies on the floor while determining which ones were less decayed than the others. Gloved fingers would wrap themselves around limp wrists, examining how hardened gray skin had grown.

             Once she would discover a being of interest, a scalpel would plunge into the center of the being in order to determine the usefulness of internal organs; much to her dismay, her search had proven itself to be quite futile, since the beings who had passed have most likely been embellishing the environment around her.

             She was most likely quite a sight for the being who had stumbled across her current acts. Angelika was aware of the refinement she must have lacked, yet felt little remorse for the number of halfheartedly dissected corpses surrounding her. Standing, she brushed the dirt off of the bottom of her coat, releasing a small sigh.   

                    ❝The bodies in this area are quite useless; these organs are hardly suitable for harvesting- what a bother.❞ ◢  

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avedaemonium

          ◤ A cold gaze remained attentive on the opposite side of the glass barrier that separated the scientist from the mindless, undead being that attempted to claw its way through in order to satisfy its primal instincts of presumably killing her. 

            Gloved digits rested on her hips as her posture leaned slightly forward, towards the vicious pangs against sturdy glass that was originally a nursery within the rune down general hospital. Much to her amusement, she had managed to trap one of the beings inside in order to make observations and decide whether or not they were worthy of experimentation. There was much progress to be made; Angelika refused to tamper with anything that would slow her down. 

            Rusted double doors squeaked, but hues didn’t falter from her current subject. Steady, stable footsteps provided her with enough information to know that this being wasn’t one of the mindless ones- it was someone in the same situation as herself. Someone who had also met their end elsewhere.

            Eye contact wasn’t a priority; perhaps there weren’t interesting enough to be worthy of her undivided attention. However, basic etiquette was something that she possessed despite a demented nature. Despite boisterous, steady slamming noises, she would at least acknowledge the person’s presence.  

                      ❝ I still have yet to dissect one of these beings, but I’m beginning to believe that their brains are barely functioning- don’t you agree? ❞◢

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          ( Hello! I’m really excited to finally be musing Angelika again- especially in this ~*cool*~ setting. SO um yeah here is an rp ad for those of you who would like to thread with the twisted scientist here! The starters will be small most likely and I’ll go ahead and cap at 3 likes.

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           JUST AS A NOTE, there will probably be themes of gore and blood in some starters and on this blog in general; she’s definitely one of my darker muses. Angelika will take finding new knowledge/obtaining her old body back to any means whether it be via kidnapping (people of any age), dissecting, killing, etc so if you think our muses will be compatible just like this or let me know! I’ll tag anything triggering and if you want a thread without these components please let me know! Besides this... she’s polite and friendly and a good conversationalist I guess.... )

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           ( ok testing out new icons )

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   ok time to rev up this blog again

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the plague ✖ (angelika & frankenstein)

[traitorofhumanity]

It wasn’t strange at all to find her so calm about the ordeal she’d been forced into. After all, what else could one do when faced with a situation like this? One can only adapt and hope for the best. But, assuming one cannot die in this place, only to respawn somewhere injury-free, there was no harm in failing tasks, either.

Continuing to look around the dry room, the blonde could only mentally prepare the room for the modifications he was planning to perform, including placing a large computer, complete with enormous keyboard on the back wall, after possibly having to modify the size of the room itself beforehand. Her voice, laced with interest, could be heard loud and clear, despite the thoughts that had occupied his focus. 

"Ah yes, the concept was indeed created by humans as a thing of faith. After all, what would the human race be without faith? One can only imagine." His gaze did not break from the wall, and a hand reached out for the drywall, determining if it were a good idea to demolish it.

Her intrigue in his abilities made Frankenstein intrigued in turn. Perhaps her own were taken as well…. In any case, when they were returned to her, he could study them for his own notes. One thing was for sure, and whatever she had achieved back in her world was gained through scientific means, experiments performed on herself. The last he had an assistant was several hundred years ago, although he had some doubts that this particular one in front of him would not double-cross him to some spiteful, power-seeking humans. She didn’t seem the type to follow orders.

"Rather than impossible, it’s more just difficult; no harm in demolishing a few unoccupied rooms." He turned his head to face her, then his whole body followed.

"Just as you had assumed: I am merely a self-made god. My abilities were obtained through experimental means on myself. Which, I can safely assume, is the same with you, my dear."

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     Cold hues analyzed each of the other scientist's movements- not out of caution, but merely curiosity. She noted his interest in her room and instantly thought of ways she could utilize this interest for her own personal gain. Throughout her lifespan, she quickly learned how to gain control of any situation and use it towards her benefit; this quality alongside immense planning led her to remain a couple steps ahead of everyone else back in her original universe.

     The woman remained placed on top of the steel counter, only bobbing her feet slightly as she listened to the other. Her capacity for listening to others wasn't too expansive; however, it definitely grew upon talk of ideas and anything related to science- especially the kind of science that she had always been interested in.

     "Oh? I didn't know you were both a scientist and a carpenter; how incredibly interesting." 

     How coincidental that the two both seemed to have a focus on body modification- or rather, enhancement. She figured that she could make use of him when it came to adjusting her work space; however, while her previous 'home' had scientists that wished to assist her vision in any way possible, this might not have been the case in this new setting.

     Her smile only grew more sinister in nature. Despite frequent disposal of some test subjects, her experiments would bring her actual joy.  

     "Your assumption is absolutely correct. Before I arrived here, my body was absolutely remarkable. Of course, I wasn't so selfish as to limit this experimentation to myself."

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“Lots.”

“Places and spirits and ideas. I love my dreams.” Videlicet, her dream body explores all that she has the ability to think about. Every word and every association she has gathered over the span of her short life has been expounded by her imagination, some distinct, some nestled within the renditions of other topics. That landscape was a maelstrom of invented and malformed meanings.

“You said you have them, too. What are yours?”

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     The ability to harbor grandeur ideas and visions were always a favorable trait children. While these characteristics would oddly dissipate throughout her experimentation and trials with them, their initial existence would still show promise.

     "Oh, what a promising king you are! " 

     A warm grin freezes over slightly as she thinks about her own "dreams" that aren't as whimsical in nature. Her desires were something that she would put into action despite any obstacles; they were almost something much more than dreams. She chuckles slightly before answering the girl's query.

     "I'll keep this short for you, my dear. Ever since I was a young girl, I wanted to know all there is about everything and even bring new creations into existence. I've succeeded in doing so already, but there's still so much more to accomplish and create."

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      It had been dark for a while. Crimson liquid drips off darkened gloves as the scientist left her underground laboratory. What a mess! Her experiments lacked the refinement she desired due to an unfortunate lack of the resources she once had. While her experiments were laced with gore, she was always capable of remaining cleanly. How frustrating it was to appear so incredibly primitive. 

     A cold, vexed exterior altered upon stumbling into another. How amusing that they would be wandering out so late- how naive. Lacing 12 fingers together, liquid continued dripping onto the floor; she wasn't one to scramble to conceal anything, after all.

     " How odd it is to run into someone else at this hour. I was thinking about shopping for some new gloves, but I can't help but wonder what your reason is for being out so very late."

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     ( okay, here is just a heads up that i probably won't be able to get to replies this weekend for angelika and kanda because my education portfolio and field logs are due on sunday and i have a long way to go. once it's over, my activity will definitely increase dramatically! so um thanks for your patience!

     also, if anyone would like to thread with either angelika or kanda, please let me know!)

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Madot hands you a piece of paper, the look on her face conveying that she is rather proud of her drawing.

     "How terribly sweet of you, Madotsuki; you are quite the artist. I'll be sure to hang this up in my lab right away."

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Aha! Her unwonted act of extroversion yielded results! Madotsuki avidly listened to the words of approval which were so graciously offered to her, her countenance growing more and more contented with every syllable. 

“That’s right. I do have big dreams.” Quite the meaningful use of diction on this woman’s part. The dream girl knew it to be naught but a mundane phrase, but she opted to vaguely believe that the truth of her dreams was seeping into reality, slowly and unconsciously; inventing personalized perceptions is her specialty, after all.

“Big dreams— but not big heads. The Paracas made their heads long. But as long as they make enough crayons, that won’t be necessary.”

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     The scientist humored every word, every reaction. Without a doubt this was quite the different child, but it wasn't as though the blonde was unaccustomed to bizarre children. She had become interested in the inner mechanisms of her mind. While it appeared as though she had been spouting words laced with nonsense, these particular words could still hold some value.

     "My! These Paracas sound incredibly interesting; I would truly love to see what they look like! Tell me, what else do you dream about?"

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“And so we are ushered into an epoch destined to surpass the last, for the heart shall be reaped for its most dastardly, its most altruistic, its most iron limits, all previously untouched by man.”

Humanity has been felled and replaced by witches, magical beings, familiars, and gods. The Supreme Body, the single governing force, has propagated peace and wields this lamina of benevolence to covertly raise a legion of deities. You have been brought in to help them in their efforts: you shall provide them with the knowledge of what it means to strive to be powerful.

Reier Magna is a mfrp in which characters are summoned to prove their worth. Robbed of all of their abilities, they are trapped within the walls of the Supreme Body’s kingdom and must survive different trials to back their powers, therefore displaying their will. Should they present themselves to be a cut above the rest, they will be crowned and given the authority to instigate their own events, subjecting their fellow comrades to the products of their imagination. Do so—prove to be a ruthless, macabre, or heartfelt ruler—and their powers will be returned… and they will be considered a “God.”

PREMISE. STORY. RULES. TAKEN. RESERVED.

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the plague ✖ (angelika & frankenstein)

[traitorofhumanity]

Her response to his small insult had reminded the scientist a bit of himself. This was a woman who knew full and well what she was doing, and had big plans for whatever she was going to do down in this dry basement. Frankenstein raised a hand to his mouth, elbow resting on the other hand. Perhaps she could help him with his own devices.

"My apologies; however, you don’t seem to be offended by it." After all, she did laugh at the word ‘pretentious’, even going as far as correcting him in saying that she was ‘progressive’ instead.

Removing the hand from his face, Frankenstein began to wander around the room, keeping note of what would need to be changed or added. The tapping of her five fingers had piqued the man’s interest. Sure, it wasn’t quite hard to tap all five fingers, but a single glance, and what was there was not five fingers, but six. There was no movement of her thumb as she rhythmically tapped them atop the metal surface.

Through this detail, the scientist determined — not wondered, as it was quite obvious — that this woman had done modification on her own body, and possibly on others. A simple smirk presented itself on his face, considering they had more in common than he had originally thought.

A laugh escaped his lips, and he stopped, standing behind her as she picked up the syringe with her gloved hand.

"Why would I need to train to be a god when I’ve already achieved that status? Then again, it was taken from me as I arrived… And you are absolutely correct; I am merely looking for a location to construct a laboratory in. Unfortunately, it seems to be occupied as of now."

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     How remarkably amusing that she was in the presence of a self-proclaimed god; it seemed as though her judgment of character had yet to fail her. As expected, he wasn't terribly dull. This was definitely a positive change of pace from all of those mindless "Supreme Body" beings; while manipulating them seemed to be a terribly easy task, there was truly little fun that they had to offer.

     Sapphire orbs fell to the side before lips parted to speak. Her neck tilted ever so slightly in order to gain sight of the man through peripherals. Even without him revealing that he was searching for a lab, his observations of her newfound workspace could have revealed this fact on its own.

     "I assume that you were a self-made god, since such a concept was  merely created by humans. However, it is quite a shame that you were stripped of your abilities."

     Of course, Angelika was a firm believer of science; everything that exists and occurs in all universes has a scientific explanation. Nevertheless, the fact that he mentioned that whatever made him a god had been taken away from him only met that he had some type of ability considering that her superior form had been sealed somehow.

     Regardless of what he was once capable of, she was much more interested in his scientific capabilities. Sliding her resting arms inwards, she lifted herself onto the metal counter with crossed legs hanging over the ledge as she contemplated the idea of utilizing this person for his knowledge until she was able to build the foundations that she needed. While she preferred to work alone because anyone who she has ever worked with has either been unable to keep up with her progressive ideas or have had their second thoughts about her experiments, the idea with working alongside others wasn't a completely new concept.

     Then again, he could have been a scientist of something trivial and not as innovative as she preferred. That would be quite a waste.

     "I have to say that finding a suitable lab is nearly impossible here. Tell me, what kind of a scientist are you exactly?"

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She stops you on the street by pulling on your clothing. Upon gazing down at her small frame, it was easy to discern that she was awfully excited by something—namely the only ‘something’ still capable of reinvigorating her desensitized puerile nature.

“When I become king, we’ll draw on cloth like the Paracas did. Do you think there’ll be enough crayons?”

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     Eyebrows furrowed upon the sensation of being approached by another for once- and a child at that. Then again, children always seemed to have either a horrendous judgment or a superb one. However, this one appeared to be slightly different than the other ones that she had the pleasure of meeting. Lucky for Angelika, the opportunity to interview another to be potentially graced with advanced experimentation.

     Offering her warmest smile (which wasn't necessarily all too comforting), she crouches down to meet the young girl at her eye level.

     "Oh, you wish to be king, do you? It's just wonderful seeing such a young girl with big dreams; why, it reminds me of myself! I'm sure that you can have the people in this place make enough crayons for your plan, my dear."