<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Anybody Who Feels They're In For A Good Rp, Jump On In, I Don't Have Plans Past Nasul's Final Augmentations, So It Can Evolve Into Anything! :D But If You Do Join, I Hope You Know How To Write! Cause I Want Some Long Posts And Some Nice Writing! :P Nasul Hygat, Phase Gamma Going Right Into Zeta. 41st of Dyo, 81379, Late Night.</td></tr></table> The Final Stage. The Time Had Come. He had been working so hard since he was small to change himself for the better, and now he would do it. He planned on incorporating mechanical components into his body, not to mention finalize his altered genetic code. He would become, finally, a pure formed being, not plagued by his faulty, tainted blood. He had discovered that the unknown gene was in his DNA for a reason, almost to show him the way to a new "him". The gene let him retain his mind during changes, keep himself, "himself", when he was twisting his body into the new form, not to mention help retain normal body form when undergoing genetic changes. His time at the academy was coming to a close, and now he could make something for himself, with his new body and his old mind. <span style='color:green'>Phase Zeta, Final Stage, Code Epsilon, Commence DNA Splicing Measures...</span> This is it... If These new mechanical parts don't work, I'm pretty much screwed. I'm going to finally complete myself, the first ever successfully genetically altered from a feeble weak state, Pendragon... <span style='color:green'>Replacement Right Arm, Chest Component, Biomechanical Wings And Flight Pack, Replacement Eyes, And Reinforced Heart, All Prepped And Ready For Transplant. Computer, Activate Epsilon.</span> Inside the capsule, his body began going into a deep sleep caused by his own decreased heartbeat. The mechanical arms that made up the computer entity known as "Epsilon", Nasul's loyal labratory assistant, began amputating his limbs and organs, the minus tempatures keeping the regenerative tissue from healing. Within minutes the procedure was complete, his new parts covered in a layer of frost and mist. With a hiss the capsule opened, and the final version of Nasul Hygat emerged. His eyes were now no more than smooth metal orbs in his eyesockets, with no visible pupil or iris. They gave him every spectrum of visible sight, and they could magnify and make anything as clear as day, even in total darkness. A new pair of hybrid wings were attached to his shoulderblades, attached to the nerve endings to give him control over the metal joints and tiny jets that helped lift them. His right arm was totally replaced, now a strong mechanical piece of hardware with a set of lethal extendable talons at the ends of the fingers. His heart had also been replaced, and now was sure never to fail due to shock or blood clots. His chest had been reinforced as well, now containing a pair of hybrid energy cells, which converted his bodies natural energy into fuel for his mechanical limbs. Although there was armor plating on the front, this new machine was a critical point, if it ever was damaged badly enough, he could lose use of his wings, right arm, and even sight... The heart was a seperate system. The final piece was a small structure fixed between the wings, which helped boost him into the air and cushion his fall on takeoff and landing, it also used energy from the hybrid cells, to convert ether from the air into a propellant over time. He kept all his organic parts from his last modification, but the only drawback was now when he changed forms, his mechanical parts would carry over to his weak form, giving him an edge in a fight, but still slowing him down due to the fact that his muscles were too weak to give them proper support. The wings could fold up and fit against the jet booster, giving him a distinctly hunchback appearance unless he stood up straight. Now that everything was in place, he could finally explore life, and the universe around him... But first... With a roar he grabbed the capsule and slammed it into the nearest computer, destroying both in a spray of sparks and shorting circuits. The next to go was a table of DNA samples, the beakers and test tubes shattering under the swipes of his extendable metal talons and organic claws. But he suddenly realised he could destroy all the evidence even more quickly, and in a sudden burst of speed, he hammered into the roof with help from his jet booster and wings, making dust shake free and loose bricks and tables nearby. Things smashed, and soon the entire makeshift labratory was in rubble. Satisfied with his "destroy the evidence" scenario, he folded his wings up against his jet booster and walked up the stairs, leaving dripping contaminated chemicals and tissue samples and broken lab equipment... He emerged into a well lit corridor, a broad grin spread on his face. Drawing his tattered brown cloak over himself, he appeared as a large bulky creature, with the tips of metal fingers jtuting from his cloak on his right side and a pair of clawed feet spreadeagled on the floor for balance, then he began walking down the hallway...
Nekhalla had heard a loud crash, she had come down here to do her weekly meet and torture with Hathor, she came out of another room, and smelled something was definatly wrong here...Sensing that there was someone trying to leave she turned around and using a darkness spell blocked the exit. She then looked around and saw the clocked figure. She walked up to it and noticed the metal fingers, and feet. She took a step back...What was it? Why would someone want that? All this metal on a pendragon was a bad sign to her, for in the Anubi culture, metal equaled war. <span style='color:red'>What have you done to yourself? Why are you down here?</span> She said demandingly, she knew she couldn't fight that well, but she did still have a few tricks up her sleeves
Baal Deathwing wormed into the small hole he had created in the darkness of the Jarnardan basement, leading into another room. The air was thick, stale and hard to breath, from massive amounts of chemicals and toxins surrounding the entire area. The room was rather large, the only light being from the cracks outside. He had come to the room to think about the demons who had been bothering him. The demon who had infested his soul only few days before. He sat down in the corner of the room, shoving a small portion of food into his mouth, chewing slowly. Suddenly, his ears perked up at someone walking beside his hiding area. He drew the silver dagger from his cloak. He would use the weapon if needed. Rarely people came to his hiding area, and when they did, it angered him. He stopped breathing, casting upon the runes of the demons. As his body slipped into a wraith-like figuire, sliding out the hole in the walls. He appeared back in his normal form, and his eyes widened. The dragon was not normal. He could feel a dark presence coming from it's very soul. He thought on instinct, throwing the dragon at the floor in front of the creature. "Stop there". It was then he noticed another dragon, a female.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Ah sorry yall, fergot all about this thread! x_X</td></tr></table> Nasul stopped mid stride, quickly moving to a spot in equal distance to both of them. Faced with two newcomers, most likely not petty students at that... They had already somehow blocked his escape with some sort of... Black cloud?... <span style='color:green'>Oh hurray, two pests bothering me right after my work is finished, and I was hoping to take a nice vacation too</span> He grinned and shrugged, revealing his clawed arm and his new robotic replacement one. <span style='color:green'>But I guess all play and no work makes The Velvet Monster an overexcited boy doesn't it?</span> His wings shot open in a second, sending the cloak flying back in the process. Obviously nakedness wasn't an issue, because when you're an "Elegant Monster", everybodies either worshipping the ground you walk on, or fearing for their life. In a small flare of blue, the Jet Booster finished charging itself, and Nasul, AKA the Velvet Monster, was hovering a few feet above the ground, his robotic arm extending it's Talons with a small scraping of smooth metal against metal, and his organic arm's claws also extended, giving him access to a pair of extremely deadly claws capable of tearing through most materials with ease. <span style='color:green'>Of course, you two wouldn't just let me leave now would you? Because you got in my way, to put it simply, I'm going to have to kill every witness. Which in this case, pretty much equals you.</span> A set of perfectly white, perfectly sharp fangs gleamed in the widest grin ever thought possible, and the metal talons shone cruelly...
