Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160601204413/@comment-5543592-20160713215755

Tanner nodded his agreement with Kayleigh. The Boss had been avenged. He figured it was a fitting end, for a man who had dedicated his life to destroying monsters like Clive.

"What happens now?" Tanner asked.

Hades made a bizarre gurgling noise as he cocked his head to watch an explosion in the distance. He had been unable to find Dyner. It had been important when he'd first regained consciousness, but now his dedication to his task had faded. Why did he care about one ghoul? The Voices had already forgotten Dyner, so Hades did as well.

He stood among the rubble of the power plant, uncertain what to do with himself, and scratched some of the dust away from his face, as well as his hand.

The skin underneath was luminescent, a brightly glowing, radioactive green, and his actually outline a little difficult to discern.

He simply stared at his hand for a moment, taking in the change, before screaming beserkly, and turning on a large chunk of concrete. He leap at it, his jump enhanced, and came down on the earth with a shattering impact. He threw punches at the oversized boulder, knocking chunks out of it with a mix of enhanced strength, healing, and supernatural power.

Some part of him realized he should have broken every bone in his hand at this point, or should've been bleeding profusely, and the logic tangled with the portion of his mind that was little more than a crazed animal. He began to tear at his flesh with his hands and nails, trying to flay it from his bone.

It had little effect. The radiation on the sight was too strong at the moment, or perhaps it had forged him into something that was much more durable than the man he used to be, or maybe it was simple as that he wasn't able to injure himself.

He settled down after a moment, and scanned the area with his eyes, before they rested on something among the ruin: a stick of rebar.

His face twitched incrementally as the bar rose seemingly on its own and shot to him. Hades held up his hand and the steel beam landed in it, decelerating so that he caught it without much effort.

He examined the rebar for a moment, before stabbing it through his own chest. There was a burst of green gook, which leaked out the front and back of the wound, and coated the end of the bar that had passed through his body. The pain was immense, but not what he thought it'd be. It should've knocked him unconscious, perhaps killed him instantly. And he wasn't having trouble breathing, when both his lung should've been punctured. There was no blood or fluid, beyond the initial gunk, and that had already seemed to... absorb back into his body.

"Useless." He muttered, the staff of steel still sticking out of his chest. He didn't notice that his voice had lost the raspy quality of a ghoul, but had a gained a sort of reverberation to it, as if his voice was echoing out of a metal pipe.

He realized he was stark naked, his clothing to tatters, and wondered in passing if he was neutered by whatever had been done to him. Hades realized he didn't care either way. He’d find something to cloth himself with later, if only to blend in.

Unable to destroy himself, and feeling very off put by the whole situation, Hades scanned the area for the last time, turning more rubble over, before he found he'd wanted.

A gauss rifle, the Almighty, had been there, hidden. It was covered in dust and pebbles, but the weapon was blasted as clean as if had been held in front of an industrial fan.

Everything around him was strange--the ruins, his body, his own mind--but the weapon was familiar. He slung it over his shoulder, and then walked into the west. He picked the direction for no particular reason, the Voices had been silent so far.