>>5142506…Let’s see if ‘Levy’s’ as powerful and generous as they say.
“A favor, to be turned in at a future date.” You declare, and for once in this bizarre discussion you’re the one who’s put Leviathan on the back foot. “A promise that you’ll help us with an insurmountable task, should one arise.”
“OH HO?” Chortles the titan, leaning in close to you and your crew. “OF ALL THE THINGS THE OCEAN CAN PROVIDE, YOU CHOOSE LITTLE OLD ME?”
“Is this too much to ask?” You say, wondering if Leviathan will take the obvious ‘out’ you’re offering on a silver platter.
“NO NO, NOT AT ALL IT’S SUCH AN INTRIGUING REQUEST, AND ONE I DIDN’T SEE COMING! OPEN-ENDED, BUT POTENT AS WELL! SPLENDID, ABSOLUTELY SPLENDID!” The thing laughs, throwing their head back and loosing a delighted laugh. “CONSIDER IT A FAVOR OWED, LITTLE YAMATO. NOW…MAY I?”
Countless slender tentacles emerged from the innumerable pores that dot the colossi’s waxy skin, flicking your way. Calypso mutters something uncouth under her breath at their approach, but you relent as they branch into even smaller feelers that alight upon your bow. You can feel the pull of neuromancy at work in the back of your mind, but Leviathan’s nothing if not surprisingly gentle. Most neuromancy you’ve experienced first-hand has been either a foe’s brute-force or an ally’s post-combat ministrations, but this? Leviathan’s technique is like the inquisitive probing of a skilled, patient hand, efficiently sifting through your past and present for but a few seconds before they tentacles withdraw.
“MUCH APPRECIATED, LITTLE YAMATO. YOU ARE AN INTERESTING ONE, INDEED.” Leviathan says, apparently satisfied. Their mouth works, then opens wide to reveal a writhing sea of snapping mouths, thousands of smaller aquatic forms serving as the titan’s teeth and villi. Your artillery twitches, your crew stiffening as you watch something emerge from the yawning abyss at the back of its throat. A small, Daughter-sized object is carried forward on the tips of snouts and the edges of gills, until Leviathan’s tongue curls around it and presents it to you—a thing like a steel ribcage, clenched shut and thrumming with terrible power.
“A GIFT.” Leviathan says, simply…but as you stare at the Relic’s form, its intent becomes clear.
“An augmentation for my main gun.” You murmur, and the strange Amalgam chuckles once more.
“I THOUGHT IT UNBECOMING THAT SUCH A MAGNIFICENT WEAPON SHOULD BE RESTRICTED BY SOMETHING AS ARBITRARY AS A DAMAGE CAP. NOW, THE LONGER YOU GO WITHOUT FIRING IT, THE STRONGER YOUR NEXT SHOT WILL BE.” Leviathan explains, clearly pleased with itself. “IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WISH TO KNOW, LITTLE YAMATO? I’VE LEARNED SO MUCH ABOUT YOU, IT’S ONLY RIGHT FOR DIALOGUE TO GO BOTH WAYS.”
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