#Conduit OC

[codenamehazard]

Incoming Caper!

I figured since now the Misfits are out of hiding, I can start making artwork for them and I'll keep with the theme of mock Comic book covers since I like the way they look.

So here we have the Blast Shard Caper, Kestrel. Leaping out of the fire and ready to turn someone into a pancake!

[lightconduit-2501]

MEMORY FRAGMENT DATABASE

RUNNING QUERY: traceBack' OR '1' = '1';

QUERY SUCCESSFUL!!

| id | name             | location |

| 0  | mindStream  | <link>   |

| 1 | callBack | <;link> |

| 2 | conway | <;link> |

| 3 | compute | <;link> |

| 4 | angels | <link> |

| 5 | inherited | <link> |

Bye

[joskippy]

Can you feel the heat of the system?

[naninadz]

BOWIE.... New ref and design touchups :>

[drreadnought]

pathetic sopping wet beast (character belongs to @rhovanguard)

[rhovanguard]

this is my oc his name is Mr Greature

[kibbull]

I’ve fallen down the Starlight Express rabbit hole so here are some sketch concepts I made for Component OCs

Conduit is based on a coil truck and Fuse is based on an autorack. They might not be the most practical choices but I swear I have reasoning for them lol

These are based on the Wembley production but I honestly might make design variations for the post-2018 Bochum production too. The makeup designs in the first two images are also still definitely a work in progress, but I’m pretty happy with them. Might change them when finalizing designs though

[vaguely-concerned]

it's so funny whenever rook -- degree of 'of all people' implied of course depending on the individual rook but never, I feel, completely a non-factor lol -- has to serve as the voice of reason for one of the companions. applicable at many points during the game needless to say but specifically brought to you today by rook's long-suffering 'we can have some killing elgar'nan later buddy right now we're on a rescue mission remember?' response to lucanis' wild-eyed 'put me in coach!!!' energy in blood of arlathan

[krokaxe]

YOU HAVE SELECTED: CAMPING 1989 "CAMP POPLAR TWAIN" ⌛ You are running out of time!

𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚁𝚄𝙽 →

[draagu]

guy i made just today via a series of bored doodles! said doodles below the cut

[kirisclangen]

Shrewshiver

She/her, 55 moons, cis molly

[codenamehazard]

.:Blinding Light:.

Chapter 13: Blinding Light

Hey guys! I don't know if this came sooner than the last chapter or not, but who cares! I'm writing and I'm having fun! Hopefully it isn't too short and it's fun read for you guys as it was for me to write!

Bonus points if you listen to some Skyrim OST stuff while reading, hehehehe.

Without delay, here's Chapter 13!

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I leap off of the wire and glide gently down, landing smoothly with a roll. A grin plastered ear to ear. I arrived at Kestrel's workshop and to my surprise, found it empty. I frown at this sight, did she close up shop? I walk over to one of the windows and can't help but to scoff at the closed sign. 

“Figures…” I mutter to myself. The bird must have closed up shop so she could focus on the project that has her so worked up, she’s been acting like an idiot. Though with seeing the Warped and what they can do, I’m starting to cut the girl a little more slack. If this project’s connected to dealing with those fuckers? Well, the idiototic behavior could be excused… Not by much though.

Not like a sign's gonna stop me from coming in. I wanted to see what’s so special about the girl and her guns, what does she do to make it so that Conduits can channel their powers through these firearms. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t mind having a spectator around to watch her work, right? After all, I am going to be one of her clients. Gotta make sure her craftsmanship is up to scratch!

…And to make sure I know what her work quality is, I don’t want her screwing me over.

I jiggle the doorknob on the door to find that it’s locked. I give a small “Tch” before breaking the door itself. I’m nearly knocked back off of my feet at the massive wave of pure RFE that slammed into me. My mouth instantly waters and my stomach gnaws. What in the absolute hell is going on in there that’s producing so much energy?? God, it’s like I was back in the mines!

Whatever it was… I wanted it.

I charge into the back, following the energy’s call. My teeth are itching as I get closer, knocking over displays and signs as I barrel through the workshop proper to see what kind of goodies the bird is hiding from me. I charge through the forge doors, ready to take my prize.

What greets my ears isn’t the rock music that I remember Kestrel playing from my first time around, but something else, something sounding ancient and primal. Deep drums that reverberate through the chest. However, the thing that truly grabs my attention is the woman standing in front of the forge… And what is coming from her back. Long, shining appendages growing from the ghastly scar, glimmering like blued metal in the light of the forge. 

My eyes trail from the metallic snakes to the object in front of her, a crucible of hot metal that glows with the signature color of Rayacite. Moving slowly and deliberately, Kestrel pulls out a single Blast Shard from her backpack before carefully lowering it into the glowing pool.

As the shard melts, I watch the tendrils sway. Sometimes one of them would move to remove the skin of waste and slag from the top of the pool and absorb it. Now Kestrel’s powers made sense. She’s a Slag Conduit, but that hardly matters as I continue to watch in awe at the scene playing out.

It’s like something from a fantasy novel.

The process repeats, slag forms on the top of the pool, the tentacles remove it. The more this process happens, the stronger the energy’s strength grows. She is refining the metal, purifying it. I didn’t even know such a thing was possible and it made me wonder how much power could be absorbed from purified Rayacite sources.

It isn’t long until no more slag could be harvested from the metal. With the impurities gone, Kestrel nods before taking the clamps and grabbing the vessel. She walks over to a spherical mold that is on stand-by before pouring the molten Blast Shards inside, taking care not to spill a single drop of liquid power.

With the mold filled, the bird takes it over to a cooling trough and quickly submerges it. The water hisses and spits as steam erupts from the contact, but Kestrel seems unfazed by it.

“Take it.” I feel my vices whisper. “She’s completely clueless and those metal tentacles are a one way ticket to her spinal cord. Hell, I bet if you grabbed onto one of them, you could drain her without hassle. Drain her, get rid of her and take the super-core for yourself. Imagine all that pure energy. It’d be like taking candy from a baby.” The impulses make my lips salivate, the hunger for power roiling like the water in the trough. Yet, in this moment my mind’s too fixated by the strange sight before me. I want to see what happens next and I won’t know that if I act on my impulses now.

Killing her for that core? It would be a waste. If this is what she can do with Blast Shards… I can only imagine what she could do with a Blast Core, that thought made my mouth water even more. A purified Blast Core? That would be a prize worth taking. She’s becoming more useful to me alive then dead, even with her being an absolute thorn in my side.

Besides… She still owes me a shotgun. A deal’s a deal after all.

The water’s rage settles and the metal cools solid. The Gunsmith pulls out the mold and frees the spherical core, still glowing with power. With the ball cradled in shining threads, the missile launcher shell is grabbed and pulled towards her. Hands open the chamber made to house the newly formed power-source and tendrils rush inside, the shimmering snakes seeming to be hellbound to fill any gap it could find while the core is being lowered down. The snakes break off and fuse themselves to the gun and the core, pulling it inside. The energy of the power source changes from radiating to focused, like the once writhing slag snakes became the wiring that would channel the core’s energy and by extension, a Conduit’s power. With the source set and merged into the shell, Kestrel closes the compartment and seals it shut.

With the weapon completed. She looks it over, tendrils swarming over it and feeling for any defects or any other kinks that could hinder its functioning. Looking at how thorough she is, I can see why she got her title.

I step closer and begin to speak, but the sound startles the girl. She screams out in panic as her tendrils thrash around before retracting back into her body. The sudden hit from the event causes her to yelp in pain. She turns her head and looks me dead in the eyes before growling at me. I put up my hands.

“Woah there-” Is all I could get out before the bird snarls.

“What in the actual FUCK, MacGrath?! Didn’t you read the fu-” Her rage is cut short by a loud revving buzz that rose into a deafening mechanical wail. No doubt about what it is, the tell-tale scream of a tornado siren. I’m about to ask what was going on, but one look at Kestrel’s face and I knew. I have never seen someone lose the color in their face so quickly before, it makes the way her face drained when she learned I was the Beast look slow.

“They’re coming…” I could barely hear Kestrel over the distorted wailing of the siren. Fear, pure fear. I would be lying if I said that the emotion isn’t spreading. I can feel the terror gripping my chest like a vice, remembering the horde of Warped that came after me in the mine. This must be the “they” she’s talking about.

There was no time for questions as the girl leaps out of the window with gun in tow. Her panicked voice howling “They’re coming” over and over again as she charges though the blaring streets. I’m not far behind as I chase after her. She’s most likely rushing to meet up with the others. Fear starts to mix with adrenaline as I think of what might come. This time it might actually be a fun fight with more allies around. Who knows.

All I know is that it’s about time to see if the Warped are as dangerous out in the open as everyone is saying they are.

[mysticalflyte]

I'm quite proud that I've managed to draw some original art this year! Not really the usual for me, but it's been quite liberating :)

Now available in my online store!

[joskippy]

C:U THIS SUMMER!

[sc-intothedarknightofthesoul]

~ Morning Coffee ~

It's extremely hot where I'm at, so why not make some somewhat-steamy art?

Plus, I've been experimenting a little more with watercolour brushes.

I haven't been doing much lately cos I've been putting more focus into my DnD campaign with friends.

But yeah...

[ki1ldeer]

I enjoy drawing SUE ME !!