Otto's Multiversal Mayhem

[arcanus]

A field opens around Otto, pulsating and sending ripples out through the fluid.

As the emanations send waves out, he see's the white cells begin to coalesce around the field.

The tendril like forms writhe in the cells direction, but don't pursue, staying within the cells they've already infected.

[arcanus]

For knowledge itself is power.
-Francis Bacon
Every world had an Aetheric plane, however the reality was that most inhabitants were completely shut off or eternally ignorant of its existence.
The plane was formed by a variety of conditions although the presence of magic or mana was actually not one of the prerequisites contrary to learned thought.
No it was actually about a convergence of radio waves, telegraphs, the internet and other esoteric forms of either mechanical or electrical communication or knowledge.

Mystics had pointed out the similarities between the Aetheric plane and the legendary Akashic Records, the Memory of God.
Sting had been born in Von Weirdigans programming matrix, originally an integrated part of the Mechanists Chimera Netform, however over the years he had been coded with independence, his entire being woven from the darker, melancholy side of Otto’s personality.
Although the Aetheric Plane was rarely shaped by any conscious thought or effort, it was populated by random creations, phantasms fabricated by that same convergence of knowledge.

However this Worldlines Aetheric plane had been invaded or infected by Alien presences, the invaders had unintentionally imposed spidery amalgamations of lobster red squid like flesh and iron mechanical limbs, their bodies resembled a ribbed snail like shell cast of extraterrean origin.
Beams of sizzling heat criss-crossed the sepia space, lines of ornate umbra script were disintegrated, several beams struck Stings metallic hide, inducing bellows of outrage and pain.
The alien abominations scrambled across the surface of the behemoth like structure that Sting Assailed, a thing that looked like a smudged mass of metal not unlike an enormous crabs shell.

He surged forwards darting between several beams, flicking around a tentacle attack and sank his fangs deep into the construct, his form was bleeding code at a prodigious rate, time was against him.
The construct spasmed as he swung it around and into the direct path of its alien brothers, he would have snarled had his maw not have been full, he accelerated pulling the Aetheric medium around himself and charging at the huge form.
He aimed for a cluster of the constructs, smashing his struggling cargo into their midst and initiating an explosion of Aether, the blinding pulse dissipating he weakly slithered into the newly formed hole.

Summoning his last reserves of strength he bore through its internal workings ripping the chaotic mass of electrical cables and clockwork mechanics, until he found its core.
Otto’s disdain filled him as he looked upon the pulsing brain like organism sat within its technological cradle, alien words and language riddled the surrounding Aether.

From a place a long way away, Otto’s muffled voice spoke <What is that etheric chatter Sting? Sounds like conflict?>
<That would be right Facknuts, conflict> he hissed, his form shuddering seemed to phase from existence, <Not a lot of time left facknuts>

He allowed his Code to unravel, he had been careful to protect his communication node which he now revealed and activated firing a link back through the Aether, encryption complete, the link was established.

He snarled hearing the constructs clambering down the passage he’d bored, he coiled and then surged forwards sinking his fangs deep into the brain and started to transmit, as his code began to complete is deconstruction.

[arcanus]

The Langham Hotel, Portland Place – The Ruins of London - 1900
From a suite upon the 6th floor the watcher looked out across the smoking skyline of London, up Portland Place and across to Regents Park.
The luxurious suite complete with its own fireplace and tiger skin rug was in stark contrast to the horror outside, although Portland Place had escaped any visible damage its adjoining and far more famous neighbour Regents street had extensive damage inflicted by the tripods assault.
Chimney stacks and roof sections smashed by tentacles, buildings gutted by the deathly caress of the invaders heat beams, human and animal carcasses rotting upon the cobbles brought down by the Black Smoke.

Dressed in his tweed suite, riding breeches, knee length socks and stout walking boots the man cut a dashing figure, his auburn hairs wept across his brow and cut short sides and back.
He tapped a cigarette on his silver case, lighting it and inhaled thoughtfully, his blue eyes capturing every detail of the Armageddon outside.
“Almost time to go!” interrupted a southern states drawl from behind him, he didn’t turn merely nodding his acknowledgement
“Penny a for em” his guardian added, counting out yet another hand of solitaire

“I was just thinking how incredible this all is” he replied in his upper class oxford accent
“A dare say a little morbid, don’t’cha think!”
“No, not all the death and destruction, which by the way is truly truly horrible, no it’s the opportunity to see it, the scale of Armageddon, its quite sobering really”
“Shoot” grumbled the American, having lost his hand, with one deft swipe of his hand he collected his cards, absently picking up his tarot deck laid neatly to once side on a venetian print footstool.
He brushed down his confederate grey slacks and frock coat, smoothed his goatee beard and finally straightened his Stetson “Time ta go!” he drawled
“I say isn’t that a yankee hat” the Englishman observed having finally turned away from his window, the American have him a hard look
“My mistake” the Englishman smiled, his guardian continued his hard stare and pointedly gestured towards the door
Reluctantly the toff pulled himself from the window and strode towards the bedroom where his travel bag awaited, he picked up his luggage and frowned as a slight movement from his breast pocket made him start.
He produced an ornate glass vial, sheathed in an elaborate golden filigree, floating within an thick silvery liquid was a green shoot.
A bud upon the shoot rapidly opened revealing a pure white flower, the liquid glittering.

“God almighty c’mon” hollered the American
The toff appeared a serious look upon his face “What” demanded the American impatiently
“Another Other is here!”
The guardian looked doubtful before finally answering “So, we gotta look after our own skins”
“I cannot in all good conscience leave another traveler to such a dire fate”
The guardian threw up his hands and looked heavenward “Am surely cursed with some form o saint”
“Quite so and don’t even consider some rapscallion knockout blow to render me immobile” the toff chided
“However don’t stay on my account old bean, I’ll handle this”
“Yeah right, your protection is a matter o honor, folks at the club would be less than impressed”
“Jolly good, this should be a bit of a jape”
The American gave him a sour look and moved to the window, surveying the scene of destruction
“We aint got a pacel load o time, so lets get his done, our door home won’t last forever!”
Having outfitted himself with a sturdy coat, satchel and flask the toff smiled his annoyingly infectious smile “Tally ho”

[Otto]

A field opens around Otto, pulsating and sending ripples out through the fluid.

As the emanations send waves out, he see's the white cells begin to coalesce around the field.

The tendril like forms writhe in the cells direction, but don't pursue, staying within the cells they've already infected.

'Well.' Otto thinks. 'This will have to do!'

Otto will attempt to gain an integral link with the surviving blood cells which are surrounding him, and empower their ability to attack diseases. Basically using his power and knowledge to defeat the black smoke chemical! From this, (as the white blood cells normally would do) make the poison inert.

And from that chemical reaction, generate the innoculation.

The white cells will move, satellite-like around the etheric form of Chimera

Weird Science 11

Surgeon 14

Biology 9

[Otto]

Further to the last. Otto will assimilate a healthy white blood cell into his etheric persona. From this he will gain an intimate knowledge in how it works.

When the attack begins, Otto will then assimilate an infected cell into his persona, and with the same method previously mentioned and with the combined (hopefully) might of the now super white blood cells we'll stand a fighting chance!

[arcanus]

The white cells float towards Chimera forming a loose bubble, the serpent like threads loom closer expanding to encircle him.

An arcane formula counts down within Chimeras cranialware and his organic brain, a complex infusion of arcane scientific equations and magical threads, drawing on the Xerts knowledge of biology, he silently thanked and cursed the old buffoon Professor Siegfried Wilderbeast Wanderloon in University.

The formula manifests as a silvery aura that radiates outwards enveloping the white cells, each pulses with energy, gorging upon their new found powers.

Satisfied that the empowerment has successfully been absorbed, Chimera leans forward and swallows one of the cells adding to his system, the first test arises as the mass of thread tendrils flicks forward en mass slamming into the white bubble, hissing in painful frustration as the white cells repel them.

[Otto]

<Right!> He braces mentally. <Now for it!>

As the tendrils strike, Otto/Chimera will attempt to trap them. The white blood cells when touched, will suddenly burst open like a multitude of sea Anemones with their own tendrils, which wrap around the toxin. It will look like Chimera has changed into some strange sea horse like being!

At the same time, with the infected cell that Chimera has ingested, he will trap and hold the cell in its throat.

Otto will then intensify the positive energy formula and send the resulting shockwaves into the attacking snared, infected cells.

He will be monitoring all changes/metamorphoses that begin.

Weird Science 15

Biology 9

Computer Use 7

<Have a taste of this fuckers!> he snarls.

[arcanus]

Chimeras form morphs to that of a facsimile of Otto wearing an ornate deep sea diving suit, his gloved fingers glowing orbs of bluish white energy.
Like a conductor raising his orchestra to crescendo he swings his arms wide and then gestures in an aggressive thrust the white cells blooming, and enlarging themselves to envelope the blackish threads.
Battle ensues Otto monitoring the attack and counter attack until at the critical juncture he infuses his super-cells with a fresh burst of positive energy, the anemone like cells consume the threads, each blackish strand struggling but then turned white in defeat.

Chimera watches as the expanse before him seems to flush and turn a healthy white.

[Otto]

Have I been successful?

[arcanus]

A strange sense of dislocation grips Chimeras as its digital senses push back to those of Otto Von Weirdigan.

Blinking the white away, digital lines fade as shades of gloom and grey take over, his medical scans reveal the stricken man lying within the damp sewer to have been purged of the poison, however his heart is very weak.