This memory is a more recent one. God help those who could remember the horror show that was Silent Horizon, and the Faceless. It is a place of nightmares, this strange cavern made of bone, blood vessels, and twitching sinew. A wet stickiness glimmers off the walls and pools around the feet of those gathered.
The Phalanxed. Those who were corrupted by the Faceless in its effort to absorb everything into itself. And the Legionnaires who stood against them.
Is it any surprise that Locus is on the side of the monsters? He's difficult to recognize at first, even to those familiar with him. Like the other Phalanxed, he's been mutated by the Faceless. He's even larger than usual, towering even while bent double, with what appears to be a rusted gear wedged into his spine that whirs and clicks with his movement. There are chains that burrow deep into his limbs, similarly swollen and overtaken by a grisly bone-and-gristle armor that layers over his signature sage and black. There are no visible eyes, mirroring the appearance of his helmet, except that dark, stringy hair finds a way through the cracks of this cartilage-like plating...and there is a far-too-wide gash of a mouth, filled with sharp teeth and dripping with some frothy black liquid.
Whirrrrr....click-click-click-click... Some shadow lingers at his back, pulling the chains attached to the gear like some macabre puppet master, but the bulk of Locus's figure hides them from view. For now.
The truth of the memory is this: The Faceless was defeated, Locus returned to himself, and was drawn to safety by the rest. Consider then if the battle had continued, long enough for the transformation's toll on his body to grow too large. It was the risk involved in this horrifying metamorphosis, as blood oozed from tears in skin and muscle.
Eventually, he would bleed out. Eventually, the process would be irreversible, and 'Locus' would be gone.
Silent Horizon [CW: Body Horror, Gore]
The Phalanxed. Those who were corrupted by the Faceless in its effort to absorb everything into itself. And the Legionnaires who stood against them.
Is it any surprise that Locus is on the side of the monsters? He's difficult to recognize at first, even to those familiar with him. Like the other Phalanxed, he's been mutated by the Faceless. He's even larger than usual, towering even while bent double, with what appears to be a rusted gear wedged into his spine that whirs and clicks with his movement. There are chains that burrow deep into his limbs, similarly swollen and overtaken by a grisly bone-and-gristle armor that layers over his signature sage and black. There are no visible eyes, mirroring the appearance of his helmet, except that dark, stringy hair finds a way through the cracks of this cartilage-like plating...and there is a far-too-wide gash of a mouth, filled with sharp teeth and dripping with some frothy black liquid.
Whirrrrr....click-click-click-click... Some shadow lingers at his back, pulling the chains attached to the gear like some macabre puppet master, but the bulk of Locus's figure hides them from view. For now.
The truth of the memory is this: The Faceless was defeated, Locus returned to himself, and was drawn to safety by the rest. Consider then if the battle had continued, long enough for the transformation's toll on his body to grow too large. It was the risk involved in this horrifying metamorphosis, as blood oozed from tears in skin and muscle.
Eventually, he would bleed out. Eventually, the process would be irreversible, and 'Locus' would be gone.