Post by Project Lazarus on Jul 31, 2023 23:07:18 GMT -5
Project Lazarus walked out of a house that held no meaning to him. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the harsh shine of the sun. He hadn’t seen the sun before. In the house, at the top of the stairs leading to the basement, a women who meant nothing to him lay dead. He closed the door, giving his arms a stretch while yawning. Drops of red disrupted the sea of green he wore as a t-shirt. In the basement, the corpse of a man who meant nothing to him slowly leaked, the pool around him growing in size.
Project Lazarus’s mind was an odd thing. Inputs to feelings, emotions, rationals, logics, and senses were missing in large spades. Connections that didn’t exist fed him information and directed his thoughts. It was odd- a horribly eerie feeling to have in your mind- but Project Lazarus didn’t register the feeling. Swathes of people walked by him. There weren’t large bustles of tourists like the beach side would see, but a higher number than would be expected by just looking at the style of housing in the neighborhood. The buildings would look out of place in any other city but fit perfectly well in Southern City.
A woman walked by, her eyes growing wide in shock as she took in his alien features and noticed the blood splattered lightly across him and painting one hand. The blood on his hand was dry and flaky, as if it had been heated. By instinct, he simply smiled. A bright, innocent smile. If you looked closely, you would be able to see a short moment where her eyes glazed over before she abandoned the fear building in her body, tension relived as her mind accept that he was just a small boy who didn’t have any odd physical features or evidence of violent crimes.
No one else paid him any mind, any note they gave to his non-human elements quickly abandoned. Something inside of him told him to test it, test the limits of what could he ignored- test the strength of Project Lazarus. He had to know what he was capable of if he were to get anything done.
Ki erupted from his right hand, turning into a short but bright jet of energy, the air crackling with heat. He smiled at a random person on the sidewalk, looking into their eyes as he approached, searching for a reaction. Would they respond to his odd appearance? The blood decorating his otherwise blue and green pallet? The deadly energy around his hand? Would they even notice their death?
Project Lazarus’s mind was an odd thing. Inputs to feelings, emotions, rationals, logics, and senses were missing in large spades. Connections that didn’t exist fed him information and directed his thoughts. It was odd- a horribly eerie feeling to have in your mind- but Project Lazarus didn’t register the feeling. Swathes of people walked by him. There weren’t large bustles of tourists like the beach side would see, but a higher number than would be expected by just looking at the style of housing in the neighborhood. The buildings would look out of place in any other city but fit perfectly well in Southern City.
A woman walked by, her eyes growing wide in shock as she took in his alien features and noticed the blood splattered lightly across him and painting one hand. The blood on his hand was dry and flaky, as if it had been heated. By instinct, he simply smiled. A bright, innocent smile. If you looked closely, you would be able to see a short moment where her eyes glazed over before she abandoned the fear building in her body, tension relived as her mind accept that he was just a small boy who didn’t have any odd physical features or evidence of violent crimes.
No one else paid him any mind, any note they gave to his non-human elements quickly abandoned. Something inside of him told him to test it, test the limits of what could he ignored- test the strength of Project Lazarus. He had to know what he was capable of if he were to get anything done.
Ki erupted from his right hand, turning into a short but bright jet of energy, the air crackling with heat. He smiled at a random person on the sidewalk, looking into their eyes as he approached, searching for a reaction. Would they respond to his odd appearance? The blood decorating his otherwise blue and green pallet? The deadly energy around his hand? Would they even notice their death?
Thread PL- 24,000
3x active, 72,000 PL with antisense on
Utility Technique || Innocent Smile
Project Lazarus smiles with such innocence that even he almost believes it. Able to make people ignore anything they find odd about his appearance, and even to temporarily ignore his previous actions.
Players choose if and how much they are effected by this technique.
Kept it vague so you can decide if you’re the person im approaching or not