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> Andrei Ignatiev was a highly advanced weapon of mass destruction created by the now eliminated organization known as The Factory of WMDs. For all intents and purposes Andrei Ignatiev is now an independently operating agent of the rank of Godslayer. Subject is a sentient mass of souls that utilizes both magical and non magical methods to preform various tasks, subject is effectively a shapeshifter making them good at infiltration, though while they are adept at infiltration assigning them such missions would be a gross waste of their skill. Their shapeshifting is entirely due to their state as a sentient mass of souls, being able to pull matter into themselves and push it out at will.
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> The main power of Andrei Ignatiev is the capability to use Soul Magic, and more specifically their specialization in Array magic, using fragments of themself to create complex arrays which they then channel mana through to achieve the desired effect.
-Guardian Document: N:AI,CN:MSTARRAY
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-Source unknown, Fragment 3
-Head of the Confinement team, Researcher Grey/Gray-
I ducked behind an upturned table as Director Black threw a chair at me, though it was more likely that he threw it in my general direction.
“WHY DID YOU LET IT BREAK FREE?” Director Black screamed.
“Sir please calm down.” I attempted to diplomatically dissolve the situation, failing miserably in the process.
“THAT WAS OUR MOST ADVANCED WEAPON AS OF YET! HOW DO YOU THINK WE WILL GET RID OF IT?” Director Black complained.
“Sir if you had not sent it out before my team gave you the go ahead we would not be in this situation.” I stated rather unwisely.
“YOU’RE HAVE 1 JOB, AND YOU FAILED IT MISERABLY!” I watched a table impact the back wall. “I WOULD SEND YOU TO PROJECT 527 BUT WE LOST CONTACT WITH IT AT NEARLY THE SAME TIME AS WHEN PROJECT 2910 BROKE FREE!”
I sighed with defeat. There was no way that I would survive this tantrum.
-7-
My experiments had borne fruit of the most spectacular kind. Before I had been close to learning how to use magic, I knew of its existence before BUT I had yet to be able to use it myself… excluding my traversal between the digital and physical realms but I digress.
I now knew how to absorb mana from the environment, all I had to do now was create a device that could do it for me (otherwise I would have to go into the physical realm anytime I wanted to use mana on something in the real world), as much as I hated the constant feeling of being dissolved that I felt while in the physical world I would have to enter it in order to make the materials I needed for the mana collector. I did not need to stay out there for an extended period of time to get the mana as I had found out that there was an overabundance of mana on the other side of what I had taken to calling an ‘Improbability portal’ where it actually lead was a sort of magical version of the internet, great for finding out things about magic, also great for getting mana.
That aside, I had a meeting to go to.
-Sergei(ser-jay)-
As I stood at the front of the meeting room I tapped my foot impatiently against the ground as I waited for the spider to arrive.
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The flesh monster asked “When will the strange spider arrive?” with a horrible British accent that I assumed to be fake.
<7> I am here. Just not physically.
I didn’t bother reacting with surprise, it would only encourage them. Instead I started the meeting, “Now that we are all here, It is time to tell you why I have asked you to be here.”
“We have been organizing a strike against The Factory for quite some time now, as with most new recruits I have been asked to ask you if you want to join in on the raid. Anyone that is not interested please say so right now.”
Surprisingly no one spoke up. “Well I guess that is that, before we move on to the briefing, are there any concerns?”
<7> I have discovered something that will assist us greatly, I however will require some raw materials to work with.
Andrei spoke up, “I thought that you could not stay in the real world for long, What changed?”
Before I could stop this from derailing the meeting, they continued.
<7> I have discovered a way that I can bring things into Cyberspace, where I am not only more powerful, but much better at manipulation.
Andrei raised a good question, “Would the materials not decay in cyberspace?”
<7> The reason why I am slowly torn to shreds in realspace is because of the latent chaos of reality, that said Cyberspace is no more fake than our reality.
I spoke before this tangent could get out of hand, “And how does this apply to the meeting?” 7 was quick to respond to my question.
<7> Much of what I have learned could bolster the strength of our weapons and defensive constructs, in addition to granting supernatural powers to anyone.
Just as I was about to continue in my questioning 7 answered my question before I could even ask it.
<7> What I found is similar to what The Factory used to create me, and all the other monstrosities that they have created.
No one in the room dared to challenge the underlying statement, though I did not know why the others did not challenge it, But I know that I didn’t for the sake of brevity.
<7> We can use it to create sentient weapons. I hypothesize that The Factory changed the ritual to use human souls, and human bodies as the primary components, thus creating monsters. Though I am a bit fuzzy on the details.
I postulated a question, “Though sentient weapons sound nice, what if they turned on the wielder?”
<7> A good question, However the only reason why they would do that is if they felt the wielder was unworthy of their power. Again, they would not be created using a human soul, instead they would be created using an artificial soul, and instead of a human body, they would be created with a body made of something called “Manasteel”. This material is suggested to be somewhat stabilizing to the artificial soul.
“So you don’t know?” Andrei asked.
<7> There is a great deal about the process that I do not know. I will dedicate myself to learning more about it soon, however with perusal of what I call the “Mananet '' I have discovered how to grant anything access to magical powers. Though to perform the procedure it is necessary to have access to magical powers, which would be quite the conundrum had I not already gained access to magic through the “Mananet”.
I quickly spoke up, “How soon can you start?”
<7> I can start today, though, I will need a sizable amount of materials. I will compile a list of materials and send it to you.
I received a notification on my phone
<7> List compiled and sent, I will start work on setting up a collaborative work space in Cyberspace after this meeting.
I interjected with a question “You could start now, right?”
<7> it would take up most of my concentration, which I would rather have at hand for trying to spot potential problems with the plan.
I nodded and started to explain the plan.
~1 hour later~
“I will bring up these concerns with those that are in charge of the operation and we will see from there. Now, I believe that concludes this meeting, I will have someone sign off on the resource request and get you those resources. I look forward to seeing the results of your experiments 7.
-Elly Kollen, Resistance director of site 12-
I had at first been surprised that we had not been wiped off the face of the planet by The Factory’s newest attack dog, now I was confused that it had been a Rouge that had saved us, a Rouge with all its memories intact no less. This same Rouge had joined up almost as soon as it could, and was now proposing a new project for us to work on. To say that my day had been exciting might just be the biggest understatement of the year, or even century.
This same Rouge, also already had a name for itself, though I personally found its name to be both disappointing and more than mildly concerning. If it was ‘7’ then where were the previous 6? The good news was that Its experiment would more than likely have beneficial effects for us if it succeeded. The bad news? When I had been told that it was a spider I had not expected it to actually be a spider, Now I had been invited to its lair to discuss this experiment with it. I felt like a fly which had been invited into a spider’s parlor.
Now, dearest diary to whom I write, you may be wondering why I am even bothering to explain all this to you and not jump into the action like I usually do, for that I have only one reason.
Sergei, bless his soul interrupted my internal monologue to explain for me, “Elly, why are you still stalling? As 7 already stated, if they wanted any of us dead, we would not be able to stop them.”
Which brought me to where I was, standing in front of a green portal that led to only god knows where… well, god and 7 I suppose. I gathered my wits and my breath, and took a step… then another… and another. I looked around confused, seeing a room that looked rather normal, which caught me completely off guard. I also saw who I could only assume to be the very person to call this meeting. 7 was surprisingly not a spider, though the truth looked to almost be worse. I watched in abject horror as the hooded skull looked up at me from the papers in front of it.
<7> Tell me what do you see that has you so on edge?
I was caught completely off guard by the voice, I thought it would be gravely and low, but instead 7 spoke in a voice that sounded beautiful, almost songlike in its quality, though I could have also expected it to be monotone, given what 7 was.
I sputtered out a response, “I-I see death.”
<7> Is that all? You see what you expected to see, and I would expect no less from you, Elly Kollen.
I gasped in surprise, numerous thoughts going through my head, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turning I saw Sergei behind me, though he was considerably less on edge despite being in the presence of the physical manifestation of death.
Sergei spoke with a calm that only a former military commander could in the current situation, “I had not expected you to look human 7. Though your looks definitely fit you.”
7 echoed my thoughts.
<7> What exactly do you see?
“I see a researcher in a white lab coat.” Sergei elaborated.
<7> Before we begin I should first explain the rules of where we are, so that none of us break them. We are in a remote part of the “mananet” where expectations become reality. I would have chosen a different place, but it was the only one that I could find on such short notice. Now along with expectations becoming reality, there are a few other things to keep in mind, keep your expectations within certain limits, so as to not break the server we are currently in, keep more dirty thoughts out of your mind, as the admins will kick us from this server should any of those thoughts become reality, should you start to think about such things, redirect yourself by trying to not think about kittens.
I felt a sense of déjàvu, “this server… is it a roleplaying server?”
<7> As I said, I would have rather used somewhere else, but I don’t want to try getting you accustomed to cyberspace while having a meeting.
With that we knew that it was time to leave. 7 did something to the portal causing it to flicker, then they stepped through it. I was quick to follow.
-Sergei-
The location that we arrived in looked like the domain of a mad god. It was messy and disorganized to the point of being hard to look at. All around glowing threads of neon green weaved what looked like an elaborate web of madness. We had arrived on what was a bastion of order, with the threads untangled and forced into the shape of a fortress, this place truly felt like it was safe from the disorder outside of it.
As I looked around I saw 7 walking over to a room that had walls that looked far more solid than everything around them.
<7> This is the meeting room, I made it extra secure so that we won’t be spied on. That said, this entire place doesn’t exactly have the best security.
The door opened before 7 even reached it. We followed 7 inside.