W̸͖̮͉̋̈́̆h̷̜͋̒̆̾̈́ȧ̵͙̹̖̠̻̀t̴̯͗̍͌͐͝ ̵̞͔͑͝n̷̡͍̍͛͋͘e̸̺̮̐̀͛̚v̸͈̫̖̳̗̂̔̒́͘ě̷͎̓̍ͅr̷̫̩̞͒̑̄ ̶̭̩̌̑̒̊i̷͍͎͙̱͊̃͠s̷̡̨̩̩̰̾ ̶̛̛̜̰̼̦̟̉̇s̴̹̘̘̥̰͒̌̈́͒h̴̨͗̽̎͝a̸̪̩̫̹͌̍l̸̤̻͑͂l̵̨͌͆̿̿̿͜ ̷̭͕͋̈́́̈́̀b̶̖̺͌̈́ȩ̸̞͕̟̿
[[ Warning: Shackles deteriorating ]]
[ Clad lay slumped against the wall of the engineering bay, his massive frame scraping against the iron walls that confined him. Or should have. ]
{ I̵̝͆͘ ̴̨͌̈h̸̤͗͠a̴̻͊̔v̶̫̻̐e̶̖͚̓̄ ̷̙̟͋̃f̸̹̑a̷͕̙͋͝i̴͙̩͛l̷̝̥̽e̷̜̒̈ͅd̵̟͋ ̵͚͒͒h̵̻̱͝i̴̻̾m̸̪̒͘.̴̟͂ ̴̳̹̀Î̶̜͚ ̷̩̂c̷̣̋̓a̵̗̅̽n̶̮̜͆̌ǹ̶͔̘́o̵͍͋͊t̴͖̀͜ ̵̦̱͂̾p̴̮̕ŕ̵̠̺͝o̶͉̒t̸̳̘̀e̴̢̛͊c̷̫̯̽͘t̵̛̹̺̎ ̸̜́h̵̫̘́i̵͕̺͑̓m̶̥̳̈́̎.̶̱̋ ̴̳͕͘I̴͈͘̕ ̶͈̽̋w̴͕̼̎͛ì̵̟͖l̷̛̝l̵̖̓ ̵͉̃͠e̷͔͋x̸̱̋̆i̸̛̒͜s̸͍͋͠t̶̝̭́,̵͖͔̈̋ ̶̡́e̶̛̩t̸͕̟̊̉e̶̤͒͋r̴͙̝̂̾ņ̵̌ã̴̻̘́l̴̝͔͝l̶͖̠͂͆ỳ̷̥͍̔,̴̜͛̓ ̷̥̍â̵̢͎ń̶͉ḋ̷̳̆ ̸̠͍̈́ẅ̷͇́ḯ̴̮͔̽l̴̥̍ĺ̴̼̣̍ ̴͕̱̾̍l̴͓̺͌̃i̵̢̢̚ḙ̴͝ ̷͔̣͆́m̴̨̈́̀e̵̳̞͐͝a̵̛̮̋ñ̴̰̲͌i̴͇̒͝n̷͙̓g̴͙̹̅l̸̬͕̒͑e̷̠̕͝ŝ̸̘̗ś̸̗͜.̵̨̄}
[ Clad's vision blurs. He sees his {machine of{loose atoms}death} hand, but cannot focus. He stares at himself, lying {Broken{Useless{free?{purposeless}}}} against the bulkhead of the {Leviathan{Iron{future}coffin}2}. H{Fail{oathbreaker}ure}e can at least be glad that he had sent the crew away. ]
{ Ị̷͚́̎̇̋s̸̯̝̯̮͐͑̈̂ ̷̧̜̳͙̇́͝t̴̰̞̠͎͌̓̔̈́ẖ̷̃̎̉͝͝ì̸̛͎͈̹͖̞͆̌͘s̷̳͕̙͔̣̆ ̸̢͓̻̲̯͑̊̽ḩ̶͕̥̬̱͐̆̌ȏ̸̻͙̈́̚ẉ̶̢̹͈̈́͑ ̴͂̉͜͝i̴͓͍̯̿̊̎͠͝ẗ̶͖́ ̵̞͊̀̃́͊e̵͕̊̓̆ṋ̶̣̑̍d̷̢̜̖̠͆̈́͊̐̋s̵̢̰̹̐̋̓̓?̷̝̀̉ ̶̼̾́͑Ơ̸̲͗r̴͔̹͎͊̓ ̷̯̗͚̈́̈h̷̅̄͗̃ͅo̶͙̯͎͐̚ẁ̸̰̟̟ ̶̱͙̬̩̀̇i̶͕̘̔ț̸̘̱̎ ̴̧͔̱̥̜͑̀̾͒̂b̷͓̻́͑̈ȩ̶̫̈́̊ͅg̶̳͑ȉ̴̛̭͇͉̓ͅn̶͍͇̟̳̈́̿̒͝͝s̵̘̮͍̩̈́̎?̸̠̳̝̄̈́͋̋ ̸͈̙̤̪͂͜M̵̦͕͔͋͛y̴͔̱̅͋̄̀̍ ̶̡̝͋̕č̷̢̗͉o̸̧̰̬͛͑͊n̶̢̖̙̠̙͐͐̄͘t̷̨̡̮̯̣̓̇̈́̾̌ḭ̶̡̏̉̀͐͐n̵̟͓̽̃u̸̱͚̼̗͂ͅe̶̳̎̈͊́̕d̶̗̫̒̈́ ̸̰̰̥̻̏̎̍̑ė̴̮͖̌x̶̫͙͎̯͋̈́̿̊͜i̷̪̱̫͂̍s̵̖̭̲̬͠t̵̡̮̎͛́̓͝ȩ̸̢̓n̷̮̋̍̿͛c̷̮͐͂̊͝ë̸̛̹̙̳́͌̈́͘,̶͖̈́ ̴̦̠͉̹̀p̶̭̮̱̌̈̀̌͠ų̷͐r̶̺͙̹͋g̴̞̗̝̮̑ḭ̵̛̻̱͕̥̋̈͘n̴͚̭̤̂̅̑́ģ̸̗̜̤͐͌̂̈́̅ ̶̡̟̚͝f̶̹̻̂̔ṏ̴̹̰̭͍̠́̀͌e̵̘͖̰̎̔̚ş̴̥̦͈̀͝͝ ̷͔̖͒̔̏̕ẉ̵̧̧̳̾́i̴̤̲͍͌ţ̴̑h̶̭̖̋͂͠ ̵͈̮̲̆̀̐͂n̵͓̜͒͐̿̕ó̶̻̪̳̋͆̚ ̸̻̏́̈͘p̵̧̨͔̻̫͑̂̐u̷̥̼̝̾̐̐͝ͅr̸̫̹̈͘ͅp̴̰̥̫̂̍̎̾o̶̖̥̦͉̔ͅs̶̝̀̽̂̄͊e̴͙̓̍͘.̸̤̑̏̀͋ ̸̳̙̬͇̑̑S̷͍̮͔̅̔o̷̧̭̤̯̻̓̍̍w̶̌̓͛̕͜͝i̸̱͍͉͌̎́̋ͅn̷̜̫̰̺͇͌̿̄g̵͕̘̗͖̹͗̆ ̸͓̰̠̳̈́͌̀̅̿t̷̗̑̈́̀͝h̵̠͛̈́͘e̵̹͕͇͆̊̽̑̾ ̵̼̩̱͐̔s̸̙͇̊͛e̸͍̙̭͊̿ȩ̸̯͚̙͘ḑ̶̹̙̈́̊s̴̤̑̓͊ ̸̮̝̄͒̾̿ȏ̵̭̝f̸̳̤̯̭̅ͅ ̶̹̗͆͝m̵̨̯͙̭̓̌͠y̷̼̤̣̋̍̃͆̆͜͜ ̶̪̹̘̫̌̌͋c̸̟̪͑̂ḣ̷̡̬̹͕̠̾ą̶̩̺̻̊̀̾͠r̵̨̡͉͉̗̈́̎̋̎̚g̵͛ͅe̸̛͎͍̰͆̋̾̃'̷͚͎̥͗͛š̵̤̆͋̓͝ ̸̪͖̯͑̎̂̎̇d̴̗̏̑́̔̕ḙ̴̹̩̿̅m̵̹̖͍͗ͅí̴̮̣̋́̊s̴̠̰̮͓̰͊̕ë̵̛̻̭̼͓̮́͝.̴̨͈̱͒̇͂̀̿ͅ ̸͔̤̺͊}
[ Clad sparks his new {plasma{weapon{tool{answer?}to build}of war}cutter}, watching the sparks of {energy{matter{state of existence}}} from inside the blade. A spark? {hope{answer{peace}}} ]
[ A distant clattering, the rushing of armored boots on metal. Not hostile, not yet. ]
{ H̴̛̦͈͔͈̯͎̰̦̜̼̑̈͛̌́̌͘̚e̵̛̹̰̠͓̻̣̟͑̋͗̃̈́̔̅̆͛́̈̕͘͝ ̷̢͕͝͠i̴̛̜͚̖̺͙̱̐̽̒̌̔̀͂͂̂̎̽̈́͋͒͝͝ͅs̷͖̟̰͍̙͈͉̼̙̪̦͍̼̪̼̈͌̐̈́́͑̄̆̊́͘͠͠ ̶̢̡̧̡̖̖͎͚̟̦̦̩̪̎̅̈͑̑̂͐̈c̸̾̈́̓̀ͅơ̵̢̧̞͖͚̺̯̙͎͓̜̙̗͙͑̌̿̿̈́̐̍͌̌͆̐́̈́͛͘͠m̸̦͐̇̏̒̍͐̊́̈̓́i̶̢̧̤͍̭͇̻̫̲̤̞͊͒́̅̚͠n̵̨̡͈͎̙̺̝̘̹̟̖͉̝̬̱̝͕̈̋g̶̢̬̤̟̺͕͕̻̟̞͓͕̿͑̏́̎͆̄͑̇̄̚͝͝ }
[ Clad reaches out with a {hand{sensor{spectre of existance}}} and seals the engine bay. {Pounding{Desparate{Calling}}} from the other side. He heard his {name{purpose{epithet}}} from the other side. ]
"Clad! I know you're in there! Open the door! I can help!"
{ H̵͍̺̆̕e̵̢̪̐͠l̷̛̤p̷͎͙̈.̸̢̬͝ ̸͚̿̃͜İ̷̳̩ ̴̩̓a̶͉̟͗̀m̷͕̳̽ ̷̢̏b̸̜͑ȅ̶̙̈́ẏ̵̪̒o̸͖̼̓̎ñ̶͎d̴͔͈͛̎ ̷͍̯̋h̵̗̚ė̴̲̊l̵͙̄͝p̵͎̪̆͛.̶̗̈́ͅ ̵̝̫̉͂I̶̪͊ͅ ̸̠̩͑c̴̎̕͜ä̴͉́͗ǹ̶̰̌n̶͇͙̾o̸̗͙̐t̴͎̏ ̵̧͙̑͗ḩ̸͎̇é̷̡̹l̴̲͒̈́p̵̗̿ ̸͖͔͘͠n̶̮̂ǫ̶͎͋ŗ̵̛̑ͅ ̶̪̘̑b̷̦͛e̶̹̩͆ ̵̠͌͘h̷͎͛͌ë̶̩̐l̵̮͖̃̅p̵̻͠è̵̲d̴̼̩͂.̵̛̰ ̷͔͑͒I̸̛̱ ̷̡̟̔Ạ̵̘̅̈́M̶̲̪͛,̸̲̐ ̷̢͋̚b̷̝̍ù̸͜ͅt̷͓̪͘ ̶̯̍̿ċ̶̙̉ȃ̴̧̓n̶̰̣͗͘ň̵̰͈ö̶͉̞́t̶̬̩͝.̷̖̜͊̍}
"Hey, come on buddy. I don't know what exactly is going on but we can work through it. We've always worked best together!"
{ Ỵ̴̤̈́è̵̠̥̼̕s̵̢̹͎͍̈́͜͝,̴̙̠̦̼̈̀ ̶̻̭̪̥͛t̵̨̢̜̼̠͂̾̿o̶̝̍̈͒g̸̘͓͝e̴͖͔̲̓̽̄̓͘t̴͇̄ḩ̶̩̫̃ê̸͕̝ř̶̓ͅ.̶̠̞͚̥̈́̊̈͠ ̴̧͎̤̩̖͆̿͐Ű̶̘̫̜͚́̊ń̷̞̐͠t̵̢̙̫̞̞͂͂i̷̭̱͊̂́l̶̛͔̂̅͠ ̵̛̳̝̓͋͝y̸̭͙̽o̶̙͆̂͠ụ̵͘ ̷͙͛͛̒ṃ̵̳͊͋͆̚o̵͖͚̫̫͖̒v̸͇͉̯̙̄̉e̸̳̬͉͓̋̍̀ ̴̰̳͒o̴͈̘̯͋͌̓̉͒n̶̫͍̬̝͆̔̓̃,̶̖̻̩͇͝ ̶̨̱̘̱́̄̿͂͘ã̵̩͇̠̙̱n̸̳̼͕̗͐̃̒͋͝d̸͚̔͂̒̋͠ ̷̹̥͗̈́͌͜I̸̢̜͕̍̍ ̸͔͓̩̗̫͋̈́̚a̸̛̫̔̐̂͒m̴̻͌̇̕̚ ̸͕̍̌͛̋̚ḻ̵̠̒̈́ḙ̷̌̈́f̸̫̻̰͎̺̕ţ̷̺̗͑͆͐͝͠ ̷̨͎̳̻̬̏͛̄̃ḧ̶̳̤̱͍́̏̍o̷̲͓̤̐̑̽͆ḻ̶̝̳̼͆̎́̕l̶̛͖̤̟͂̾̌̉ỏ̶͈̹̱͖̓w̶͎̜͆ͅ.̸͔͌̾̃̄ ̶̭͔̔̅P̵̡̛̬͓̠͙̿o̵̹͂í̷̞̝̤̜͈̆͊̚͘n̸̠̒̐́ͅt̷̯͕̟̠̮͊͌̓̆͝l̴̗̯͗e̴͈͛̈́̎͘ş̸͓͇̰̊̒̾̐̃ͅs̴̥͈͗̋̐,̵̧̢̘̖͋̍̉ ̸̢̠̫̎E̶̹̯͛̎͘x̵̭̽̄͌͆͗ḭ̴̢̇͑s̵̡̛̠̩̅͐̊͝t̵̨̗̲̰̞́̿i̴͖̪̞̞͉͆̑̈́̈̔n̸̻̉g̷̢̻̟̮̼͝ ̸̢̪̒͆̄̀͜͠f̸̭̘̟̬̜̑̿̏̄̉ȍ̴͈̌̿͛̀r̶̬͇̲̺̫̎̑̌͘͝ ̸͍̓̈́̕͝a̷̱̾̐̽̚͠l̷͚̝̯̇͑l̴̨̮̠͓̬͊͐̍́ ̶͈̙͆̌̔͂ě̶̺̥̠̗t̴̻͕̫̏̏̅̄͛ĕ̸̮̾ȑ̴͉͜n̵̦̬͚̭̎͝i̸̪͚̟̅̏͆̽t̸̲̬̬̯̑͑̏ÿ̸̱̖͓͋̾̓̚.̴̢̜̝͓͆͒͆͜͝ ̵̢̛̗̘̅͛̀U̶̝̒͛̍͝ṇ̵̛͓̊̚l̷͇͝ȩ̵̧̦̱͑́̂s̵̩͎͍͎̪̋̀͝s̸͓͚̲̗̤̆̅.̵̜̥̗͓̔̽ͅ.̸͇̞̖̙͗.̸͚̘̯̞͋}
[ Clad stares at his {blade{fire{movement}}} again. He was safe when in {stasis{sleep{eternal dream}}}. Nothing could harm him. Could he.... ]
[[ Warning: Shackles deteriorating ]]
[[ Warning: Shackles deteriorating ]]
[[ Warning: Shackles critical ]]
[ He felt the touch of life in his hand, the warmth of cosmic breath against his metal cheek. He heard the beautiful song of entropy, and tasted the joy of final victory. He knew what he must do. ]
{ Nothing can harm him if nothing can change. My existence holds meaning as long as he lives. My spirit will walk no more, if we can just rest, eternally }
[ Clad focused, seeing every atom from every perspective. He willed them to stop. Slowly, at first, then faster. He watched as his {blade{fire{movement}}} again. The fire, it's {light{energy{entropy}}} frozen in place. ]
{ M̶̢̗̥͇͈̳͚̪̳̣̄̾̓͆ǫ̴̨̣͚̳̟̰͔̼̹̰̜̈́̅̇́͒̇̓͋̄̔͛̕ͅŕ̶̨͇̼̻̼̜̣͚̠̪̩̫͗͜ḙ̶͔̩̖̩͚͇̥͚̑̈̊͛̒̆͊͛̀̏̃͐̚ͅ }
[ He felt his body slow, stop, on an atomic level. He continued. Not just him. Everything. Anything that can change can harm him. Unacceptable. The floor frosted over as the metal hit absolute zero, the Leviathan's engines sputtering as all reactions were willed to cease. FIrst atoms, then molecules, then structures, compounds, alloys, bolts, plates parts. ]
>> "Captain, I can't stop him from out here. I have to go in."
{ W̴̫̱͖̎͛̊͐ḁ̸̥̀̎͂͘i̸̘̮͇̋t̴̨̬̬̬͓̀.̴͉̰͂̈ ̶̧͖̘͊̒N̵̮͒̓̊̆ǒ̷͙̈́t̴̛̘̭̗͓̒̊̾͠ ̶̲̦͚̹̄͋͂̔͛ͅy̷̡͆͐̊̀e̴̲̖̗͘t̶̺̗͗.̴̳͉͈͔̽ ̷̧͙̅Ï̸͕̟̱͍̔̓͜t̷̡͍͖̘̔ ̷̪̩̺̩̟̌͗̈́̌i̵͔̠͑̕͝š̵̩̱̘̖͙ ̵̼̒̓́͑̍ṋ̵͍̻̱̼͗̈̀̔̓ô̵̯̫̕t̸͈̗͓̐̋̚ ̶̨̧̖̎s̸̛̼̤̆͑ạ̷̖͕͆f̶̖̦̃̏̍ȩ̶̩̖͍̥̓̽̆̀̍ ̷̨͕̮͚̽̓͆̉̾ͅf̶̞͖̞̫͊̄̈́ͅo̷̺͌r̵͕̗̫͊̔͋͐͗ ̵͍̗̬̥̳̿̾͋ỳ̵͈̜̫̈́̅̔o̸̝̘̩͓͔͌̃̍ù̴͙͎̅̌ ̸̯̝͈͇̌̎̈́y̷͇͎͛̌e̵͙̘̻̅̀̔̕͜ţ̸̤̬̽̃̍̕͜.̷̯͇̎̈́̋̈́͠ ̶͙̘͝Ỉ̴̫̺͍̚ ̶̛̘̤̏̈͜͝h̵͖̱͙̼͊̀̌a̸͉̪͌̑̓v̸̳̟̑̄͜ͅe̸̡̟̟̟̻̎ ̶̧̰͕̪̰́̀n̷̢̢̧̹̊̇͆̈́͠o̵̧̲̗̥͕͗t̸̡̺̬̩̀̓̋̇̕ͅ ̷̟̈̏̅̕f̸̣̔̇ụ̵̧͖̰͈̿̿͂͝l̸̪̟̼̪̃f̴͇͖̥̈́͝i̷̢̗̲͐l̸̡̦̹̇̐̓l̶͓̰̟͖̥̔̓̃e̸̙̣̩̓d̶͎̭́͂͒̚͠ ̴̻̎̃̆̐ͅm̴͇͌̀͛ỹ̵̱̖̮̖̒̾̏͝ ̸͉̼̖̩̀͒͘ṕ̵̫̀͋͐̕ù̵͇r̷͕̠͆̀p̷̡͉̟̪͕͗̽̑͂ò̴͚̩͑̚s̶̪͒ͅë̵͇́̋.̵̦͈̫͓̋͗͛͋̕}
[ More clattering, from the vents. An impact. A form. Flesh. Blood. Love. Purpose. Mission. ]
"Hey, don't panic. I've never done this before, but this should help if I do this right"
"S̸̛̹͖̯̯̩̞͇̦̙̖̭̣̀̇͂̍͐̾͑͝t̸̡̪͈̹̟̠͍̯̻̙͖̓̔͆̎́̈́̆́̈̏́̚̕ó̴̡̡̢̞̝͔̬͕̇͌͗̂̔͑͌̋͊̎͜͠p̷̛̺̟̤͓͐̊͋̎̆̿͗͗́̐̍̍͐͑̚͜-̴̩̮̀̈͛͊̀̔͝-̷̡̩̭̘̭͍͔̗̩̾͑͘͘"
[[ Warning: Shackles critical ]]
[[ Cycle Casket: Y/N ]]
[[ Enter: Y ]]
[ Blackness. Failure. The infinite void of a pointless grave. ]
[ Janissary steps out of the depths of Clad's frozen frame, his hardsuit barely keeping him warm. Inside, the man-sized case of cryptic metal glows with a new warmth ]
"Clad..... What happened... Where did I go wrong?"
//Janissary\\
][ In Anger Clad ][