futures_of_ash: (Bound to Gaunt)
Gaunt

As far as "big baddies" go, Gaunt may not exactly be in the league of fallen Gods or intergalactic beings, but he does have a few things on his side. Gaunt is a Technomage, a person with extreme technologic ability, empathy, and mechanical understanding. Eons ago he arose as a threatening power in the multiverse, with the ability to span time and space with his developments, and more than his thirst for power, his desire to pierce the veils of existance drove him on. He thirsted to reach out beyond the multiverse to touch whatever was beyond, be it Gods, a new universe, or even oblivion. The ultimate self-destructive curiousity. With this goal in mind he built a great engine, a doomsday device it could be called, designed to propel him and his past existance...by tearing the multiverse to shreds and converting it to power.

All he lacked was sufficient energy to start the great engine. An aborted attempt to capture an incarnation of teh Phoenix and use it as the starting source caused Gaunt to be imprisoned at the edge sof time and space, him and his machine removed safely from teh time streams in order to preserve the multiverse in general. Unfortunately, this wasn't teh best of solutions to Gaunt. Now he lives at the edge of time, unaging and waiting. He ha dplenty of time to wait, gathering odds and ends from the fringes to improve his technology and understanding.

His manse at the edge of time is a virtue of necessity, his doomsday engine, still waiting for power. Gaunt himself has aquired a few interesting items, nanotechnology to work through him and link him into teh house itself, dampening and drawing devices for the manse to harvest great power influxes...magical paraphenalia he researches and prods in his spare time and a few beings from time to time. Gaunt also happens to be a sadist in every sense of teh word, enjoying causing pain while abhoring it himself. He's an artist if torture, both mental and physical with a gift for breaking people. After all, he has all the time in existance to play with and no shortage of patience, given time, everyone breaks.

Tool

Tool was once a gentle and kind woman, an almost ethereal beauty even in her own time and place with clear white skin and pale blue eyes, elfin grace and blond, gentle hair. She is a gifted healer and white magic weaver who had the misfortune of being trapped by darker forces, leaving her to spin through time until washing up, as things often do, on Gaunt's doorstep.

Until Tools appearance, Gaunt had not been able to keep most of his occassional entertainments alive. Having access to a healer was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. The breaking of Tool was one undertaken with care and patience, nothing beyond mental weakening for many, many years because to rush her breaking was to lose her potential. When she broke, Tool lost everything that made her an individual. Her name, her own thoughts, her soul. She is an obediant and pliant tool now, nothing more, of use like any other but worthy of no regard. She follows Gaunt as his shadow and keeps his toys alive as long as her Master desires.

Rachel

Under normal circumstances, Rachel woudl not have been easy prey for Gaunt. Given her full abilities and strengths, she would have wiped the floor with him. Unfortunately, Gaunt had been watching for a second chance at a Phoenix for some time, and Rachel herself had been severely weakened by the Void between existance and oblivion for time out of mind. She washed up on his doorstep, taking Gaunt as a savior of her life and sanity, or what was left of it after so long in the dark.

For a time, long enough to gain an affectionate mind link from Rachel, Gaunt was a charming and heroic individual...only when he had access to her mind did he begin to turn against her. She was under his tender mercies for centuries, as time moves differently at the fringes of existacne, bound by the decay of her own psyche, eth utter beleif that Gaunt had the power to hold her, and the unnerving ability of the house itself to absorb her phoenix flame if she released her hold upon it in rage or pain. Her body was carved away and healed tim eand time again, her mind was fractured and splintered almost beyond redemption, and then she was finally released by Cable, her brother, visiting and seeing her when he came seeking information as some were wont to do.

Upon her return from gaunt's holding, she doubted reality, ending up weakened and afraid on Earth once more, therefore ripe for possession by a stronger mind, one turning her against the X-men for a time. When she was freed, she tried her best to operate as a sane and whole individual, truly believing Gaunt had been killed after her escape she began to slowly repair the mental fracturing he had taken centuries to create. She didn't get very far in all honesty.

gaunt came looking for her and was able to find Milliways through a great force of will, bound as he is somewhere else. Only Milliway's unique nature enabled him to step outside his manse's bounds for any length of time at all. Using the still functional psi-link with rachel, he was able to start her having nightmare sonce more, nightmares it took her along time to admit were anything more. When she finally admitted to herself Gaunt was still alive, she brashly went seeking to destroy him...

...a tactic that wasn't entirely unexpected. rachel was faced with an ultimatum, she coudl go free and avoid Gaunt, Gaunt woudl simply recruit other powers from Milliways.

Many of which Rachel knew and loved, and certainly would never give unto Gaunt's tender mercies out of cowardice. So, she is bound to him once more, still fighting to keep the Phoenix from Gaunt and the doomsday engine.

Familiarity

Jan. 1st, 2006 08:03 pm
futures_of_ash: (I bleed quietly)
She awakens. She hadn't been sleeping of course, she was rarely allowed such luxury here in all places, but even such as she lost the battle with consciousness upon occassion. So, Rachel awoke, aching a chilled. The familiar white marble room was no where in evidence, no, she was in her secondary home, the small menagerie cage outside Gaunt's gates.

It was a blessing to just lay still for a moment, cold metal floor pressed against her cheek. She was here, caged, yes, but out here was when she was suppose to recover. She could feel the sick pull of muscles and skin, sluggish healing energies from Tool swimming through her system. And much like the source itself, such healing had no life to it, no warmth. It had a purpose, nothing more.

And it hurt.

But that was easy to ignore, she'd had experience doing such. Once the edge was off her injuries, the cramped confines of the cage began to slowly irritate. The top of her head was pressed harshly into the corner of two bars, her feet tucked in the opposite corner...which left her knees almost to her chin, the cage being small and meant for far less human birds.

And she'd forgotten how cold it was out here, watching the edges of time writhe and pulse. And the noise, yes, she forgotten the noise out here. The crawling rush of gibbering voices and sobbing, the hollow booms of billions ending, beginning, and simply existing. Every few moments there would be a clear moment, atime when a single ringing word would filter through, or a crystaline note in an aria...but the random nature of these singularities was almost as maddening as the ceaseless noise.

But it was no where near as bad as inside. She could feel the flame she'd kept ruthlessly hidden uncurling within her to flicker along her abused flesh, for here there was nothing to pull and drain her ability. She need not fear it's release.

And so she lay curled, flickering in the small cage and letting her mind go gradually numb, in a state almost close to sleep. Almost relaxed. How long had she been back now? A year? Three? Time did strange things here, shifting and turning about itself without rule or concern. Long, she knew that, even as other parts of her existance here were fragmented and hard to grasp, she knew it had been long. But, all this was piontless musing, marking the days and years wouldn't do a thing.

With a pained sigh she shifted slightly, curling an rm under her head to protect it from the searing cold, and then she saw it, a streak among the tie stream. A shooting star, or a falling angel, a mind she knew spinning in the fringes. That caused her to lift her head more, craning it painfully against the bruises and swimming healing aura "Billy" she called softly, crawling flame streaking out towards the maelstrom, fighting against the probabilities and twistings to just touch him gently, cushion his dive and wrap him mind protectively.

It was all she could do, reach out and help from her small cage, hiding where she herself was. Had not Gaunt threatened everyone she had grown to hold dear, showing her, mockingly, each target, and how he'd take them, break them if she didn't cooperate? Almost resignedly she sighed into his mind and caressed his consciousness with life and warmth. ::Hold on Billy...not far now::

A final gift to him perhaps as she withdrew and curled her mind tightly about about herself, letting the healing take place without complaint or even outward sign of discomfort.

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