Amid The Bodies Of The Impure [Done]

[Lucian Verdus]

It had come to him in a scheduled shutdown of physical matrices, when he was left to contemplate and conjecture as he desired. Given the proper resources, he could exhume and perfect the bodies of those now unable to resist. Now, in the dead of night, he was there amongst the graves, a chilling sight amongst all of the mounds of graves, with his eyes glowing in a spectral fashion. He moved silently amongst the mounds of bodies, each one containing the possibility of perfection; each one a potential servitor.
He knelt before one of them, large metal claws moving to hold, poised, over the mound. Already, he was constructing "mental" models of what they would look like, and how they would function. Perhaps, he considered, he could impart his mutation onto them; modify the components and graft it onto them using the same process that he used for himself. It would be messy, but possible. He considered that he might have felt glee, right then, were it possible that he could, and who could have blamed him? He would be creating perfect beings, fully subject to his will; deathless, obedient, intelligent creature, beyond the chaos and impurity they held in their previous life.
The glow of his eyes illuminated the grave, and the claws upon his hand sunk in an inch or two. None of his sensors detected anything within immediate range, but he was not dealing with normal humans. These were mutants, some able to conceal themselves masterfully, and even a normal person could track his presence and actions well enough by his own light.

[Gerg]

Gerg had had another restless night of nightmares from his past that not even being with Rosenna seemed to cure. He had left her a little note, kissed her on the forehead and strolled off to the graveyard where he hoped that he could sort the mess he call thoughts. As he walked along he saw a guy standing over a grave, "what in the name of Bea Arthur is going on here?"

[Lucian Verdus]

"Nothing. Please step away." The response was prompt, with no attempt at vocal analysis or any other sort of reading. It was then that his claws and arm plunged downward into the earth, momentarily. The cylinder on his back whirred with significant volume as the arm finally began to lift from the ground, the body of some unfortunate mutant gripped tightly in his claws. "My experiments on this flesh shall be of the utmost importance to us all. A curative method for death is vital in these times. Do not interfere."
Adjusting the body, gripped tightly around the waist by the metal claws, the mechanized creature began to walk away. There was no time for further conversation, he needed to get this body back to his quarters so that he may begin experimentation. The materials he had were limited and few, but would probably be enough to restore at least limited animation of he managed to hook up a few of the pipes or wires to himself. It would be tedious, uncertain work, but he would cure them all, one day, of their curse of the flesh, and of death.

[Gerg]

"My experiments on this flesh shall be of the utmost importance to us all. A curative method for death is vital in these times. Do not interfere." Gerg did not understand much but what he did get was that... guy was going to mess around with that corpse. "Sorry mate but I can't allow you to continue, allow the dead to be dead, they have suffered enough." Gerg jumped over the guy's head and landed in a such a way that he would have to be dealt with in order for this "man" to continue on his way.

[Lucian Verdus]

"You shall not hinder my curative efforts." There was a whirring noise, and then the sound of clanking. From out of the circles on his back came the impressive, imposing mechanical spider-legs that he then proceeded to rear himself up on. "You are standing in the way of progress, but progress shall advance regardless. You may wish that the impure die, but I will not let them succumb to the plague, or the curse of their flesh." The legs contracted, and launched themselves a reasonable height over Gerg, wasting no time in beginning to swiftly skitter away in a manner not unlike a spider.
He was not in the mood for a fight. Combat was not on the agenda, today, unless it was vital. As the spider-legs skittered with speed and agility through the mounds and graves, he glanced down to observe the body. It was mostly intact on the outside, as little on the inside would matter once he got to work, and did not look to have suffered so much rot as to be unworkable. The corpse would become a fitting servitor, he could see it.

[Gerg]

When the guy sprouted additional legs and jumped cleared over him. Gerg took after him drawing his bones daggers intending to stop him, he had no intention of allowing him to debauch a dead body. When Gerg got closer he scooped up a rather large stone and hurled it at one the mechanical legs hoping to slow the cyborg down.

[Lucian Verdus]

The rock struck one of the spider legs, which became somewhat bent, retracting for later repair when Lucian was not in combat, but it did not seem to altogether stop him. Pulling power from other processes to further amplify the four remaining legs, he began to move even faster than before, their skittering becoming frantic and his moving violently erratic; leaping and skittering in a zig-zag motion to make aiming far more difficult. The legs momentarily lowered him down and the larger of the two mechanical arms picked up a rock, tossing it behind him haphazardly in hopes that it would hit, unlikely as they were, before raising him back up again.
A few moments later, the maniacal machine made another impressive bound, hurtling through the night sky with impressive speed before landing promptly on his legs, which immediately resumed their frantic skittering. Out-legging Gerg, Luician was confident that he would be swift to lose his pursuer, as a horse or spider would easily outrun any other man. And he was a combination of both, and better- the size and scale of a horse, with the agility and speed of a spider, and with a superior mind and greater durability than either.

[Gerg]

Gerg was impressed when the cyborg began to move faster but it soon began to move erratically, Gerg was familiar with the concept but knew through his days as a mercenary how to neutralize its effect. When it bent over Gerg anticipated an attack and slid right underneath the large rock. Soon Gerg began to realize that he was being out paced so instead of following took some of the shortcuts that he had learned to get ahead, when he saw that he had a chance jumped out but instead of going for the cyborg he went for the corpse! Gerg felt as his hand grabbed the head and began to tear it off, as he moved past head in hand he turned midair and threw it at the cyborg. "If one cannot win make sure your opponent cannot either."

[Lucian Verdus]

The mechanized monster, though not expecting the prompt grabbing of the head, was just as prompt to catch it with the thinner arm. It was a simple dismemberment, one that would easily be repaired when experimentation began. He leaped again, covering even further a distance than previously, swiftly investing every spare iota of power into motion. His speed increased exponentially as the light in his eyes faded, and there was less noise emanating from the cylinder on his back. The only thing that did not fade was the grip upon the corpse and the head, which seemed to grow in tightness, if anything else.
With his new, faster speed, he was confident that no level of shortcuts could manage to head him off. He leaped yet again, his legs retracting when he landed upon them again. Thinking himself a good distance away, he drew closer to the building in which his cell was located. His power was still focused on motion, and he moved silently in the night towards the building, dark robe making him formless amid the shadows.

[Gerg]

Gerg couldn't believe the speed that the thing used, he felt bad that he was unable to save the corpse from whatever the thing had planned. Gerg gave out a large yawn, there was nothing more he could do now, he would go back get some sleep and try to deal with it when he could. "I know his face and his powers that should help next time we meet, and when that time come there won't be any running."

[Lucian Verdus]

(( In my utter modesty and lack of confidence, there's already a continuation to this in the cellblock bit. Just, if you wanted to know a vague idea of what went on after. ))

[Gerg]

OoC: I know I'm thinking of whether or not I want to come in on that.

[Lucian Verdus]

(( The door's pretty locked, but you can try. ))