Bloodalchemy
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Google has no idea what that is so I'm thinking it's a typo?
I read it as severe fear of senility.
Yea, you can't convince a primordial force with words."Okay, but did you feel like that-"
"Feed the Gray."
"-yesterday?"
Oooh, nope. That is the last thing you need right now. Burning Ivy was bad enough, but having clumps of fungus trying to chew chunks out of you is seriously bad. And she's probably caught some of that shot as well.31st December 2012
19:33 GMT -3
"EEYAGH!"
The construct hoses of my flamethrowers sprout holes, fuel spraying in all directions before igniting in an uncontrolled wall of flame! I shut it down at once, sending the fuel into subspace as the tank construct similarly decays and fades.
And then I cough as my chest starts decaying in the same way.
Thank goodness that Wholeness Rightly Assumed works here. From the sound of it, that growth was hitting your lungs."Buh-grugh."
Rep-repair that. And I'm guess that the armour-. Yep, yep, repair and replace. In fact-.
Care to explain what 'seniphobia' is? I doubt it's a mispelling of zenophobia... Perhaps some kind of 'fear of infection'?By the power of seniphobia, I reject decay!
Owf, that's better! There's a extra layer to my environmental shield now as I channel my poor mental health into a useful output. For a moment I'm reminded of the clicker burrow-guards and really hope that Dox doesn't try inducing that sort of thing to see if the result is a net gain in performance.
Hopefully she's not badly hurt. If she lets go of the plug...Or that if he does, he does it in people who aren't him.
"Isley?"
And you probably can't spare the energy to help fix her up, either, with a hostile out there taking great big Nurglypotshots.She's… She doesn't look good. Bark's decaying in several places and her regeneration isn't able to keep up. Looks like she's concentrating on maintaining her hands and arms to ensure that the portal stays blocked, but if I remember the technique she's using correctly then she's feeling like she's got Ebola right now.
I strobe out solid beams of orange light, trying to hit or feel whatever just did that-.
Best not to go putting all your fuel in one place, now. It looks like they can recognise a big target like that..."Gary, what was that?"
"All of us."
The concentration of spores is increasing, so I counter by spraying out small quantities of fuel and igniting it.
In a great big circle of life?"Expand."
"We exist in continuity with our nature and one another. We are one, we are all."
Not quite an actual avatar, but something like the Parliament of the Green? A crude directing intelligence...Ah… Parse that…
"You're part of a gestalt. Not just an energy, there's a higher order mind there."
Ah, more of a collective instinct, then. And that movement sounds bad. Time to unleash the flames again?"There can be."
I see… Not a movement in the spore cloud, but a movement of it. As if some sort of wind that I can't feel had blown through it
After all, what need is there for a name for anything in the Grey? If all are one, and one is all, then the loss of one fragment is inconsequential.
Incoming tango!Tracking wind… Movement? Density of cloud-.
My constructs abrade and decay into nothing.
Hopefully outputting your essence, not absorbing theirs.
Then again, it's probably a two-way street in this case...Conks made of black light appear on my shields, the energy-.
Dump, dump the construct, I do not want that inside me.
Oh, that's just not right.Compliance.
The construct starts to fail, only for black stands mimicking its outline to remain in place-. Railgun, crumbler, shoot them out!
Ooof, full-force assault. That's got to be a pure dose of the Anti-life factors in there...The crumbler detonates early as the spore cloud eats through-.
This is the natural outcome of building anything: it falls apart and is picked over by people who could never imagine its glory. The universe is inhabited by children smashing stained glass windows because they love to hear the sound of shattering-.
Insert your own Kylo Ren memes here... "More!"Through it!
Plasmaplasmashoot a hole through and then crumbler again!
And it's still out there, just gathering its strength to attack again...
Ow. Let's hope she can hold out long enough?"Isley, I'm going to try and draw it away."
The leaves and other fripperies are gone, the bark looks like it falling off completely would be a mercy and I can see parts of the interior wood decaying.
I half picture her head turning to give you such a look...
Yes, give it a bigger target. That'll get it's attention...I generate a large construct replica of myself, which starts falling apart almost immediately. I try releasing fuel and setting fire to the outer edge, and that… Works a little.
"Over here!"
I doubt the spores are complex enough to be capable of being assimilated.And fly up and away from the things I can't see and that I'm not sure I can hurt. Okay, physical attacks are just getting destroyed by the spores and there's nothing behind them to hit anyway. I didn't think to ask Queen Hyathis how to use magic to affect fungoids, which is something I should… Fix. That leaves assimilation, but I don't really see anything to assimilate.
I could… Try assimilating it via the spore clouds? I should be able to eat them faster than they eat-
What even...A piece of rotting wood hits the back of my armour. It bounces off and then… Move around me and continues on its way.
-me.
Uh-oh... We got wormsign.And another and another until I'm forced to put a burning shield in the way as a hail of rotting wood slams into me! It's not-. I don't think it's being thrown as a projectile, and the burning-. I can see where they're going through the murk as the broken pieces continue on their way. I can see-.
See.
...Matango? Or simply something representing a union of effort...See the outline of a six-eyed cancerous head, and the hulking mass of a body whose shape I can't fully make out. Then the fires are quashed and I can't see it any longer and that's not reassuring.
"Hello, giant rot creature. I'm the Illustres of the Orange Lantern Corps. Can we talk about this?"
OL, this is not a rational, sapient being here. This is a natural disaster. You are not going to be able to talk it down...
And now you're caught in the storm. Looks like it might be all you've got just to not be swept away...A hurricane of spores roar past and around me! I try dumping extra fuel out but it's even feeding on the fire! Giant construct me is gone and I'm frantically replacing the shield and burnable fuel as the spores decay through them!
"And what then?!"
...Yes, sounds rather justified...
Oh, boy. Another wrinkle. Anything else you'd like to drop on him, Murphy? May as well!
Somehow, I don't think it wants to listen..."Okay, but did you feel like that-"
"Feed the Gray."
"-yesterday?"
Thank you, corrected.
From the latin 'senium', meaning 'decay'.Care to explain what 'seniphobia' is? I doubt it's a mispelling of zenophobia...
Care to explain what 'inrection' is?
...Goddammit, that was supposed to be 'infection'. I thought I fixed that typo...
A Google indicates that the word for fear of decay is 'seplophobia'
Missing full stop.As if some sort of wind that I can't feel had blown through it
'roars', since 'hurricane' is singular.
A Google indicates that 'selpophobia' is 'fear of decaying matter', not 'fear of decay or decaying'.A Google indicates that the word for fear of decay is 'seplophobia'
Thank you, corrected.
Is that from Last Of Us?
Shouldn't that be seniumphobia then?
The Silver did not emerge, it was caught and made into an up grade for Hephaestus.Yea, you can't convince a primordial force with words.
Because it don't care.
That said, it's a real pity he didn't think to try and bring in The Grey's opposing force. Because The Metal would be really useful right now.
No. 'Clickers' is the accepted humanoid-friendly name for the insectoid species that make up the majority of the Orange Lantern Corps and Darkstars. Since they're not humanoid their derangements are different to ours, and 'burrow-guarding' is one of them.
No. For example, arachnophobia isn't arachnidophobia.
That was a Titan Seed, not an elemental Kingdom.The Silver did not emerge, it was caught and made into an up grade for Hephaestus.
I as rereading this part, and noticed this error. That should say 'Dragon Ball Z'."Everyone knows you're putting it on!" Eris points to me with her right forefinger. "Dragonball Z is shit!"
I've seen it spelled both ways, and I think I've even seen it spelled Dragonball Z in official art.I as rereading this part, and noticed this error. That should say 'Dragon Ball Z'.
I as rereading this part, and noticed this error. That should say 'Dragon Ball Z'.
I've seen it spelled both ways, and I think I've even seen it spelled Dragonball Z in official art.
https://www.crunchyroll.com/series/G9VHN9PPW/dragon-ball-zIn official art? I doubt it, but in any case, Eris doesn't like it so why would she care how it's pronounced/written? She may be saying it wrong on purpose as well, just to needle the Illustres.
Thank you, corrected.I as rereading this part, and noticed this error. That should say 'Dragon Ball Z'.
A fungUS. Fungi is plural. :\/
And not in the 'bad case of athlete's foot' sense, eh? Still, as long as his brain is unaffected, he should be all right... Until his ring charge runs dry. And then he gets to experience what Cordyceps victims do...31st December 2012
19:35 GMT -3
Ah.
So that's what it feels like to have fungus growing out of you.
...Was wearing power armour, I suspect. That or the Avatar-thing he's facing can cause spontaneous transmutation...And-and not… Tech-technically decay-.
Instinctively I reach up with my left hand to remove whatever's obscuring the vision on my left side, only to remember that I'm wearing power armour and-.
...Yeah, that would be the hardest of Nopes. Only a Nurgle cultist would find that enjoyable...Utter rejection.
And there are better ways to get fungus out of your eye socket than pulling it out manually.
Noooope.
Talk about racing the clock. On multiple levels, even...Warning: low power. Fifteen percent remaining.
And rings. Assimilate!
Ah, pointing out the short-sightedness of 'eat all the things'... Interesting tack."You would feed upon the Gray?"
"It's the circle of life! You feed on rotting wood and animals and other animals feed on you! It doesn't matter to you as long as there are fungi left, because fungi as a class keep existing! You need wood to eat and if you kill all the plants here then that will immediately stop being the case!"
Give it a day or two, see if you're still in the mood then..."We must feed!"
"But do you need to eat everything right now?!"
True, short of the planet exploding, ecological breakdowns are not quick."It may be gone."
"It's been here for billions of years. Why would it go now?"
Sadly, it's so full of Anti-Life that its nihilism is off the scale."It may be gone."
"What is killing the Green right now?" Through the burning spores and smoke I can dimly see… Something. An outline, the occasional hard edge. Parts of it are moving, and I think it's getting closer but given its size I think my sense of scale is being thrown off. "Because it looks like it's you. You're trying to permanently kill the thing the Grey needs to feed off. The Green doesn't care about you eating the occasional plant that was dying anyway, but this will doom you both! And I know-"
Not that much of the Grey has the cognitive processes to comprehend magic..."We are doomed anyway. We must fight for every moment."
"-that you feel like it's all inevitable anyway, but that's the result of a spell!"
Like in an old cartoon, where the utterly tantalising scent can literally hook a toon by the nose and pull them along..."No, we are too vast, too old-."
"Everything's being affected. The fungoid told me that he thought that the trees here are edible because of some sort of magic. You feel that too, right?"
Because even the Grey can understand that something can be 'not right'."It was different, but that does not matter."
"No! It matters! You've been entranced!"
To be fair, do fungi of the Grey, even ones complex enough to carry on a philosophical discussion like this, have any sense of time?
Then again, they probably do feel the subtle cycle of 'grow, release spores, cease'.
It does seem about as close as the Grey can get to having an Avatar, really."No…"
"What changed, then? The lesser fungoids might just be acting on instinct, but you're more complex than that. Aren't you?"
Wow, it's actually cognizant enough to recognise the possibility of falsehood... Heck, even comprehending the concept of falsehood is a huge step..."It feels like you're lying to protect this growth."
"'This is the natural outcome of building anything: it falls apart and is picked over by people who could never imagine its glory.' That's what you're thinking, isn't it? That's what I felt when my power touched yours."
And holy shit, OL's actually getting through to it. Must be acing his Diplomacy rolls hard."It is. Among other things."
"You feel it so deeply that you can't even imagine building anything anymore. You can't see any point. All that's left is grabgrabgrab, to take everything you can in whatever time you have."
Now the Avatar-thing is starting to realise that this is badwrongnotwant, and not how it should be, isn't it?"Yes."
"It's lying to you. The Anti-Life is a cynical, miserablist lie. My allies and I are fighting to get it removed. Do you want that?"
'Me', huh? Interesting shift of perspective."You would try to control me?"
"I would try to remove the control that's already there! Because it's not just you, but you being affected effects everything else. Do you like feeling like this?"
To be fair, 'yesterday' would be a nebulous concept in its newly sophont mind."No."
"Do you want to go back to feeling like you did yesterday?"
Since now it recognises that 'this is not how things should be', eh? Well done, Treebeard."I am not sure that there was a yesterday."
"That's part of what it does. Look, if you back off-." There's a movement in the murk. "For a moment, for a moment! I can help you remember how things are supposed to be, supposed to feel."
...Amusing that it uses OL's name for the fungoid...
Let's hope that's not Ivy going down for the count..."Not like that. With you-. The whole of you, that would make things worse. Earth needs the Grey to exist, and the Grey needs the Earth to exist. Apokolips doesn't, and they're the ones who are making you feel like this."
It doesn't respond immediately, and in the quiet I can hear… Weakened wood breaking, bursting as rotten fibres give up the ghost.
...And it speaks without nihilism. Impressive."I'm sorry to have to rush you, but the Green is on the verge of death."
"What do I need to do?"
Since as an Avatar of sorts, it can command and control its Kingdom, its citizens...That sounded different. Not in tone, in the… Presence, behind it.
"Do you remember the area that you and yours used to occupy?"
Nice. Getting exactly what was needed. Now, will the Grey go along with that?"Yes."
"Can you call all of your kind who are here, all the fungoids, all the spores, everything, through the opening and return there?"
A fair question, especially if the growths are reluctant to give up their conquests.
Keep what you kill? It's a classic."… Yes."
"I'm just writing off the things you've already destroyed. If a plant's dead then it's dead."
Oh, boy. This is gonna get even grosser, isn't it?"Yes. And then?"
"I'll come through with you and try and fix it. If I can't, I'll call in other people better equipped than me. Is that acceptable?"
And why do I suddenly get the feeling it's something like Chakravatin Jagganoth?Spores fall from the air, and I get a oh my that is a big fellow!
"Yes."
Does the Grey not remember yesterday because of Anti-Life or because fungus has no concept of time?
Ah, pointing out the short-sightedness of 'eat all the things'... Interesting tack.
To be fair, do fungi of the Grey, even ones complex enough to carry on a philosophical discussion like this, have any sense of time?
Which is why diplomacy is working: anti-life is enforcing a sense of time, of false mortality to a thing that cannot know mortality natively.Those giants in Tartarus said that time is for mortals, so the Grey may feel the same.
I, for one, am not lichen it.
I like this term. Quite amusing.
'affects', I think. Though I'm not really sure.Because it's not just you, but you being affected effects everything else.
As is right and proper. *nods in green arbyfish*Man, The Grey is really growing on me, to be honest.
Like a mold. Or a fungus.