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Giantson of Ephias
Darwin Blacke: ???
Darwin Blacke stood in stunned silence as the titan spoke. He was quietly panicking at the thought that maybe it wasn’t a dream, and he had really just been summoned by a great monster, and that he had sassed it. The notion of dying here was not lost on him, nor was it easily ignored. The last time he was bound into service, he was forced to challenge the very ideals he was raised with, and abandon those he loved most. This time, he wouldn’t be signing a contract of employment, he’d be signing away his soul. Should he want to liquify again and join the metal brew below, he could simply say so. His story wouldn’t end there, however. He knew his only real choice was to sign away his very identity to this massive thing.
“Bah!” Darwin moved before he could regret his actions. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jumpsuit, pulling his good left arm and shoulder out of the suit. Beneath the suit, Darwin was dangerously thin, and what little there was of him was all muscle. Along his forearm were small tattoos of custom symbols, marking the different gangs he’d joined fallen out of in his youth. Each one of them was as much a family to him as his real one, but when people come to your house late at night with gas and rubber bullets, families tend to be divided. The vast majority had ended up imprisoned, some were worse off. Such was life in anti-establsihment gangs scattered through Sarato. The highest was just underneath his elbow and depicted a crown with two black bars underneath it; the insignia of Duke Kenderdike, the last gang Darwin escaped from before swearing off loyalties entirely. Yet, when faced with an impossible bargain, Darwin would need to break his word.
Darwin patted his upper arm that was bare of tattoos.
“Normally we get dinner first, but uhh, try not to kill me, yeah?”
In a flash, white-hot pain coursed through his arm and centred on where he’d indicated. Darwin stumbled back and his leg gave out, sending his crashing to the ground, clutching his arm. His skin felt like it was on fire, even after the majority of the pain had subsided. He looked down at his arm, red from him squeezing. There, where his palm once covered, was a strange symbol Darwin couldn’t understand. He paused, his eyes wandering off into the distance. He had done it. He had signed away himself for the eternal service of some titan. He didn’t think he’d ever sign himself away like that again, yet here he was. It was inevitable, really. A man like him wasn’t meant to live free, he was meant to work and to serve. He was serving people since he was born, and yet again he would serve until he died. Darwin shook his head violently. There was no point to such thoughts, it was better to just live through each moment.
Darwin stood back up, staring down the titan in its burning eyes.
“Right, mate, you owe me some answers.”
He took a step forward. It seemed his leg had clicked back into gear and was fine for the time being.
“Firstly, what the fuck are you?”
“Secondly, and this is a biggie, what do you want from me?”
“Lastly, can man have his blessings now?”
Solirus
Darwin Blacke stood in stunned silence as the titan spoke. He was quietly panicking at the thought that maybe it wasn’t a dream, and he had really just been summoned by a great monster, and that he had sassed it. The notion of dying here was not lost on him, nor was it easily ignored. The last time he was bound into service, he was forced to challenge the very ideals he was raised with, and abandon those he loved most. This time, he wouldn’t be signing a contract of employment, he’d be signing away his soul. Should he want to liquify again and join the metal brew below, he could simply say so. His story wouldn’t end there, however. He knew his only real choice was to sign away his very identity to this massive thing.
“Bah!” Darwin moved before he could regret his actions. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jumpsuit, pulling his good left arm and shoulder out of the suit. Beneath the suit, Darwin was dangerously thin, and what little there was of him was all muscle. Along his forearm were small tattoos of custom symbols, marking the different gangs he’d joined fallen out of in his youth. Each one of them was as much a family to him as his real one, but when people come to your house late at night with gas and rubber bullets, families tend to be divided. The vast majority had ended up imprisoned, some were worse off. Such was life in anti-establsihment gangs scattered through Sarato. The highest was just underneath his elbow and depicted a crown with two black bars underneath it; the insignia of Duke Kenderdike, the last gang Darwin escaped from before swearing off loyalties entirely. Yet, when faced with an impossible bargain, Darwin would need to break his word.
Darwin patted his upper arm that was bare of tattoos.
“Normally we get dinner first, but uhh, try not to kill me, yeah?”
In a flash, white-hot pain coursed through his arm and centred on where he’d indicated. Darwin stumbled back and his leg gave out, sending his crashing to the ground, clutching his arm. His skin felt like it was on fire, even after the majority of the pain had subsided. He looked down at his arm, red from him squeezing. There, where his palm once covered, was a strange symbol Darwin couldn’t understand. He paused, his eyes wandering off into the distance. He had done it. He had signed away himself for the eternal service of some titan. He didn’t think he’d ever sign himself away like that again, yet here he was. It was inevitable, really. A man like him wasn’t meant to live free, he was meant to work and to serve. He was serving people since he was born, and yet again he would serve until he died. Darwin shook his head violently. There was no point to such thoughts, it was better to just live through each moment.
Darwin stood back up, staring down the titan in its burning eyes.
“Right, mate, you owe me some answers.”
He took a step forward. It seemed his leg had clicked back into gear and was fine for the time being.
“Firstly, what the fuck are you?”
“Secondly, and this is a biggie, what do you want from me?”
“Lastly, can man have his blessings now?”
Solirus
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