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personavelvetroomdr2024-11-25 10:26 pm
gorobo) wrote in personavelvetroomdr2024-11-25 10:26 pm
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[Open][Post Evil Baby] Regeneration
[CW: death, robotic gore]
Despair, the last thing he feels before death claims him. Falcon thought he could do it- seal away the evil he'd seen in this tape, it's what he was made for, after all.
But in the end, he was too weak. He was overwhelmed- destroyed in one single attack.
All that is left is some pieces of burnt scrap metal near the top level of Mementos, unrecognizable for what they once were.
------
Not long after the chaos of the memory tapes, a glow appears in the Velvet Room. At first, it doesn't look like much- it's hard to even tell what it is. Slowly but surely, however, wires, circuits, and other mechanical parts become discernible, though it still takes a long time before anything truly recognizable becomes apparent. Falcon's naked circuitry renders him barely identifiable, almost Terminator-like, a rather gruesome image without his mesh to hide all the machinery underneath.
At his desk, Igor's grinning, as always, although next to him is a frowning Margaret. She looks concerned as she watches the slowly regenerating body, her arms crossed, her spine straight.
"... This cannot continue," she says, "we still don't know how he got in. We gave him a chance, but..."
Igor hums, closing his buldging eyes.
"It seems we will need to take other measures." His eyes open again. "Margaret, if you please."
"Of course," she says, and turns around to leave.
Igor stays in his seat, watching as Falcon slowly regenerates from nothing.
Despair, the last thing he feels before death claims him. Falcon thought he could do it- seal away the evil he'd seen in this tape, it's what he was made for, after all.
But in the end, he was too weak. He was overwhelmed- destroyed in one single attack.
All that is left is some pieces of burnt scrap metal near the top level of Mementos, unrecognizable for what they once were.
------
Not long after the chaos of the memory tapes, a glow appears in the Velvet Room. At first, it doesn't look like much- it's hard to even tell what it is. Slowly but surely, however, wires, circuits, and other mechanical parts become discernible, though it still takes a long time before anything truly recognizable becomes apparent. Falcon's naked circuitry renders him barely identifiable, almost Terminator-like, a rather gruesome image without his mesh to hide all the machinery underneath.
At his desk, Igor's grinning, as always, although next to him is a frowning Margaret. She looks concerned as she watches the slowly regenerating body, her arms crossed, her spine straight.
"... This cannot continue," she says, "we still don't know how he got in. We gave him a chance, but..."
Igor hums, closing his buldging eyes.
"It seems we will need to take other measures." His eyes open again. "Margaret, if you please."
"Of course," she says, and turns around to leave.
Igor stays in his seat, watching as Falcon slowly regenerates from nothing.
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"That's what I feared. Death has seeped into your arm which will make it hard for anyone to magically heal it. The easiest solution would be to cut your arm off and ask Igor to regenerate it... although if that's too unpleasant, you can come see me later and I can try to do something. I can't guarantee the results, though."