Overlord of Mechonis

Independent RP blog for Egil from Xenoblade Chronicles. Sideblog of destinysengineer (will follow back on that blog). Tracking the tag #mxchonis NOT SPOILER FREE! Banner credit

[mxchonis]

( You Will Perish Soon... )

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     Blood just flew from Robin’s mouth when he was thrown into the cage. His entire body was rejecting the ether, more and more blood trickling down from his mouth. He was sure he would die, his arms wrapping around his body. He just wanted to scream and cry loudly, but all he could muster was a couple words.   "I..i guess I’ll never let Shulk know.. how I feel..“                                                             ✫★✫

“How you feel?” No, it didn’t matter to him, and thus Egil didn’t ask. Shulk was somebody that needed to be eliminated. It didn’t matter how or if there were unrequited feelings between the human and the Heir to the Monado. Egil just turned around and went back to work with something on the computer. On the screen, the schematics for a machine could be seen, perhaps a design for a Mechon to be made from the remnants of the tactician’s body.

But unbeknownst to Egil, there was somebody else in the room by this point. A certain blond individual with a red sword attached to his back. He was scoping the situation out in hiding, trying to figure out what he was going to do...

[mxchonis]

( So It Begins )

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     The scream of pain that came from the tactician was almost an unholy scream. He fell to the ground, shaking in pain as the green fluid dripped down from the entry way. Robin couldn’t breath at all, tears streaming down his face. He fell to the ground, just shaking as he felt blood drip down from his lips. Oh gods, he was going to throw up because of how much pain he was in.   Was this what Naga wanted him to endure? Endless suffering until he died and was forced to kill his best friend? He couldn’t believe this, hoping the ether would kill him before he could hurt Shulk. Who cares if his feelings for Shulk would, for the most part, go ignored? He was just happy to be Shulk’s friend.                                                             ✫★✫

That was certainly not the reaction that Egil had been expecting. Such a violent rejection of the Ether... At least when he received a Mechon body after this whole ordeal had finished, it would be better resistant to the Ether than the worthless human body this fool possessed right now. It was a fairly sizable amount that had been injected, and thus if it were to kill the man, it would do it fairly quickly. Not wanting Robin to just lay there on the ground in case he somehow recovered, the Machina promptly threw Robin back into the cage that he had escaped from. Somehow he doubted that escape would be attempted again.

Little did Egil realize that hope was coming for the tactician in the form of a Homs with a legendary weapon...

[mxchonis]

( Going Somewhere? )

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     "Get the hell away from me!“ Robin managed to squeeze through the bars (he’d probably have to explain to the others the burn marks from where he slid, but..). With a quick turn, he began to sprint through the door the other had walked through. He was pretty quick, mostly due to him wanting to escape and live. Just before he was about to make it to the door, he slammed into the cold metallic body of a Faced Unit.   "Well, if it isn’t the brat’s roommate!” Robin turned incredibly pale. Metal Face was here!? The tactician tried his best to run away from the Faced Mechon, which only caused for him to slam into Egil’s leg.                                                             ✫★✫

What wasn’t very amusing to the Machina was the fact that the gaps in the bars were wide enough that the human had managed to weasel out of his cage and very nearly escaped. However, Metal Face managed to prevent escape completely, blocking the way out with his large Mechon body. And as a result, Robin came back to him, though likely without meaning to. “Didn’t get very far, did you?” He said, smirking slightly. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not allowing you to leave Agniratha right now.” It was at that moment that he slammed the glowing syringe into the tactician’s shoulder, not caring if it hurt. After all, that was the whole point of this whole endeavor, was it not? His body needed to be prepared if it was going to be turned into a Faced Mechon...

[mxchonis]

( But Of Course )

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     Robin turned immediately pale and tried his best to squeeze through the bars, “Are you insane!? I’ll most likely die regardless if you inject me with that stuff! I’m not even a Homs, I’m just a human!” He tried his best to try and get free, practically shaking. He didn’t want to die and he was sure that he’d instead be poisoned by the Ether. After all, he had tested putting an ether crystal into a drop of human blood and within a day, the blood was extremelly poisonous. Was that what this guy wanted!?                                                             ✫★✫

“...Can’t you see that’s the point?” Egil was completely unconcerned about the human’s safety. “After all, Faced Mechon are created from the remnants of Homs body parts. You will not need that worthless human body of yours once I am through with you.” The Machina didn’t even care if he was essentially about to torture the poor guy to death. All he wanted was a body that could be used to power a Mechon. “You will be far stronger as a Mechon than you ever were as your human self, you know...”

[mxchonis]

( You’re Mistaken )

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     "One question. Who the hell is Zanza? I’ve never heard of him before in my life.“ He knew that something sometimes stopped Shulk from using his Monado, but he didn’t realize that Zanza was that ‘something’. He looked at the other, before turning pale when the other mentioned it! He jumped back in the cage as much as he could, glaring at him as the cage shook gently.   "I have been doing research with Shulk about Faced Mechon! I think it would not be possible for you to turn me into one, due to me not having Ether! I don’t think you thought this very well!” He arched his eyebrow, looking at the Machina. He was clearly shaken, not wanting to hurt his best friend.                                                             ✫★✫

“...Perhaps not as you currently are.” Egil mused, turning his head to look at Robin again for a brief moment before resuming what he was doing with the computer. “However, something that is devoid of a substance can just as easily be filled up with it. Be thankful it is not the reverse, else I would drain you dry of Ether and you would most certainly be dead.” Just then, a green syringe appeared out of a hole in the machine that the Machina was working with which was picked up a moment later. “I can saturate your blood enough with Ether so that it would be indistinguishable from a Homs’ blood if sampled. And that’s where this comes into play.” He let the other see the green substance held within the glass container. Yep, he had every intention of doing this.

[mxchonis]

( A Homs Without Ether )

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     "Really? Would that make you a bug, then, since I don’t care whether you live or die?“ Robin arched his eyebrow, frowning at him, “And, of course I care for the people who live on the Bionis! They have families! They have lives! It isn’t fair to do what you’re doing! You’ve caused so much death and pain to people! Do you even have a heart!?” Robin was shouting angrily, his eyes furiously red. He hated this man with every vein in his body. He could only hope that he would be able to break free.                                                             ✫★✫

Egil didn’t seem too concerned with the fact that his captive had essentially told him just how he hated him. After all, there was a thick cage made from the same metal as Mechon armor that he was encased within, and so he was no threat. “I would tell you the other half of the story you’re telling, but you’re too invested in Zanza’s world to care, clearly. To think that he would rope in innocents from other worlds to our conflict...” The Machina once again started typing things out on a keyboard, not paying any attention to Robin for a moment. “You’re acquaintances with the Heir to the Monado, are you not? Tell me, how do you think he’d react if, by the next time you met with him, you were a Mechon ordered to kill him?”

[mxchonis]

( I Don’t Care )

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     "Oh, it’s you.“ Robin sounded acidic as he glared at the Machina, “Do you even know how much suffering you caused Shulk? You took away the woman he loved when you made Metal Face attack Colony 9! Do you even know how fucked up you are!? You made Shulk lose a girl he liked, Reyn lose one of his friends and made Dunban lose his sister!? Are you fucking insane!? You ruined their lives because of your actions!” Yep, Robin was pissed. He had learned after developing his feelings towards the Homs that Shulk had loved this Fiora. As much as it had hurt Robin’s heart, he was angry at the male.   "Do you even sleep at night, knowing the suffering you cause people? If so, I hope Grima haunts your dreams!“                                                             ✫★✫

“...Tell me. Do you care if a bug is walking up and down your body?” Egil didn’t even wait to hear a response from his captive before continuing. “So too does the Bionis not care whether or not the insects living on its flesh live or die. Its progenitor will only give me heed once I have eliminated all life from the body of the titan. As you are not a Homs, it should not matter to you whether or not the people of Bionis live or die...” He then took a couple steps closer, staring down at Robin with his red eyes. “And yet, you hold great interest to me. You exist in a world without Ether, as it does not run through your veins. That is why I have not had you killed yet...”

[mxchonis]

( Interesting... )

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     When the strange man asked the question, Robin rolled his eyes, “Of course I’m not a Homs. My roommate is, but I’m not.” He had been captured before by multiple people, but, he knew to keep calm unless he was being tortured. After all, most of the time, he was captured, only to possibly get the Fire Emblem from Chrom.   "Though, as you speak of Homs, I am curious. What do you want with me? Most kidnappers want the Fire Emblem from Chrom, yet, you claim you thought I could have been a Homs. Who are you?“                                                             ✫★✫

“I know not what a ‘Fire Emblem’ is.” The machine man shook his head, still staring at the screen. “Though from the sounds of things, I was right in assuming you have relations with the Heir to the Monado. You seem to know enough about him to be familiar with the terminology ‘Homs’ at the very least...” Once he had finished speaking, the computer screen shut off and the tall man looked over at the captive in his cage. “Then I am sure you must know about the Mechon, do you not? I am the creator of the Mechon; the overlord of the mechanical titan Mechonis upon which we stand right now. You may call me... Egil.”

[mxchonis]

( So You’ve Awakened... )

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     When Robin awoke, he noticed he was not in his room. The walls were all grey and almost as if they were pure steel and metal. He could tell they were. Not to mention, his entire body was sore, as if he had been forced into a cage while he slept. He looked around and frowned when he noticed he was in a cage. What the hell was going on?   When he noticed footsteps approaching him, he gulped, looking at the male, “Umm.. Excuse me, can I ask why I’m here?”                                                             ✫★✫

“...Your tone is quite calm for one who has recently awakened to being captured. Either you hide your emotions well or realization just hadn’t quite sunk in yet.” That wasn’t really an answer to the question the Machina had been given. The large gray male started walking past the tiny cage that his new captive was contained within, staring at some kind of half-translucent screen that had popped up before him. “The initial diagnostics have come in at last... There seems to be a void of Ether that exists in your general location. You’re not a Homs at all, are you?”

[mxchonis]

((I need a new theme for this blog.))

[twiglimmer]

egil blart: mechonis cop

[xenodorks]

[mxchonis]

and what will Egil be doing for father's day?

“...If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m not very close to Miqol anymore. After all, he wished me dead. Therefore, I will be staying in Agniratha all by myself. I won’t be celebrating anything.”

[mxchonis]

( Lady Meyneth )

Mother Machina finds herself chuckling, the sheer truth of it all being nigh ironic. How had he said it before she, wasn’t the mother supposed to inform the child? “Yes, you are most certainly my son, just as the rest of the Machina are my children. But do not call yourself ‘but another.’ You’re all special to me, after all. Saying you’re only another… It simply does not have the right connotation.”

Of course, the words were some she could easily prove wrong. One of the best things about this borrowed power she ran on was her ability to recall everything. Something from Egil’s childhood she could summon to the front of her mind and replay the memory like it happened the day before. As a woman who did her best to love and care for everyone, and as a scientist that could not stop analyzing, this information recall made her life so much easier. “Ah, but why am I telling you this? You are brilliant, I’m quite sure you’ve figured this out on your own.”

And for a moment, Egil was worried that he might have done something wrong from the way he had insinuated he was just ‘another’ of Meyneth’s mechanical children, but it was quickly forgiven. Still, she was right, every single one of the Machina was special in their own way. Agniratha would not be nearly as wonderful without every single person chipping in. His job was working on creating Mechon to improve the lives of the citizens, but even in spite of the importance of that duty, he was no higher than the rest of the denizens of the mechanical titan.

A small laugh escaped Egil as he finally moved back away from Meyneth a step in order to look into her eyes properly once more. “Of course.” He said succinctly yet not harshly at all. “As I’m sure things must be over on Bionis, as well. Arglas keeps telling me about all the wonderful people, places, and creatures he has encountered while living over there. I haven’t seen even a fraction what he has of Bionis, and yet it continues to pique my interest.” If only he could have the opportunity to spend more time on Bionis so that the people could get to know him better. He was sure that many were afraid of him due to his mechanical nature as well as his tall stature. Looks can be deceiving, though, and he wanted to prove that.

[mxchonis]

((Decided to change my icon and my mobile banner just now.))

[mxchonis]

[mxchonis]

Hey Egil, are you an onion?

[mxchonis]

( Lady Meyneth )

   A pleasant sigh, and Meyneth accepts that this is where she belongs. Here, with her people, in this shrine that nearly always took her breath away ( she still has not decided if she can breathe, or if a goddess does not require such a thing. she does it out of habit, of remembrance for a form she once had. ) It almost brought to mind the bionic god; must he breathe, seeing as he is made of the same flesh and blood as his people, as she is made of the same metal and bolts of her own? The scientist in her seemed to never shut up.

   But, no matter. Her breathing was a trivial little quirk, nothing that truly mattered. What mattered was her people’s happiness, and a very pressing issue at the moment was this hug. Egil seemed all too happy to oblige her, and she leans her head slightly against his shoulder. “I am quite surprised, honestly,” she begins, the usual spark of light and levity back in her tone, “I thought would would brush me off. Much too adult to be hugged by an old woman like me, or something like that." 

If it were literally anybody else, what Meyneth had just said about Egil being too much of an adult to give out hugs would be true. He would immediately cross his arms and frown and perhaps call the one who had requested the hug in the first place childish. That was not the case when it came to the mechanical goddess. If Meyneth wanted a hug, she got one. If she wanted anything, really, Egil would do his best to try to give it to her. That’s what a devoted follower is supposed to do, right? And as the Machina male prided himself in being such a close follower of the goddess of Mechonis, he was not above doing something as mundane as giving a hug to her.

“...Lady Meyneth, I can hardly call myself an adult in your presence.” Egil had decided to frame his response in a slightly different manner than he anticipated Meyneth would have expected him to go from. “After all, each and every one of the Machina can be considered your children, as we are all born of the Mechonis.” The goddess’ body gave the mechanical people life and everything they needed for survival, and he had no idea what it would mean for any of them if they were to be evicted from their home. “I may be an adult Machina, Lady Meyneth, but to you, I am but another child of Mechonis.”