Omori is practicing her magic, when suddenly, she stops. She feels, in the back of her mind, for a few seconds, something she can only describe... as dread. Anticipation that something awful is on its way. And then the feeling vanishes, as quickly as it arrived. The little shadow is silent, not sure what this means, if anything at all.
There is a clearing in the forest- one that was not always there. Trees and stones, cut down and carved into jagged splinters by unbreakable, ferocious claws. The undergrowth, withered, the plants and the very soil bleached to a melancholy grey by a foul, infectious influence. The aftermath of a battle where neither combatant remained after- a betrayal's conclusion. Something stirs under the soil here. It's angry- so very angry- and it yearns for vengeance.
B1 Battle Droids March through the area, followed by General Grievous.
There is movement in one place of the soil, in the dead center of the clearing- dead in multiple senses. The soil is so suffused in that one spot with a hateful, aberrant energy, that nothing could ever hope to grow again here. The shadows seem darker here, though it's hard to say. Faint scraps of rotting remains are here, still festering with decay and a foul inky ooze even after all this time.
Two of the droids with shovels start to dig in the soil
Before their shovels even touch the soil, the droid's excavation tools corrode at an unnatural rate, dissolving into shadowy slime and scraps of grey metal- a fate that, a few seconds later, meets the two droids themselves. That burning, writhing hatred beneath the earth churns with further intensity, the soil under them all visibly being disturbed and lifted in spots. In the back of the General's mind, a message can be heard, though it carries no sound- only a sense of being watched from every direction at once. They can understand it clearly, though.
"W h a t . . . a r e . . . y o u ? . ."
"I am General Grievous. Jedi hunter and killer. What are you?" he responds.
There is a 'sound' of laughter echoing from around the entire clearing at once- completely silent to the ears, though it reverberates within his mind all the same. Those myriad, invisible eyes all watch with heightened intensity.
"I . . . a m c h a o s . . . I a m I d . . . I a m t h a t p r i m a l y e a r n i n g . . . t o o b e y t h e c a l l o f t h e m i n d ' s i n n e r d a r k n e s s . . . a n d r e v e l i n i t s m a d n e s s . . ."
Omori is practicing her magic, when suddenly, she stops. She feels, in the back of her mind, for a few seconds, something she can only describe... as dread. Anticipation that something awful is on its way. And then the feeling vanishes, as quickly as it arrived. The little shadow is silent, not sure what this means, if anything at all.
There is a clearing in the forest- one that was not always there. Trees and stones, cut down and carved into jagged splinters by unbreakable, ferocious claws. The undergrowth, withered, the plants and the very soil bleached to a melancholy grey by a foul, infectious influence. The aftermath of a battle where neither combatant remained after- a betrayal's conclusion. Something stirs under the soil here. It's angry- so very angry- and it yearns for vengeance.
B1 Battle Droids March through the area, followed by General Grievous.
There is movement in one place of the soil, in the dead center of the clearing- dead in multiple senses. The soil is so suffused in that one spot with a hateful, aberrant energy, that nothing could ever hope to grow again here. The shadows seem darker here, though it's hard to say. Faint scraps of rotting remains are here, still festering with decay and a foul inky ooze even after all this time.
Two of the droids with shovels start to dig in the soil
Before their shovels even touch the soil, the droid's excavation tools corrode at an unnatural rate, dissolving into shadowy slime and scraps of grey metal- a fate that, a few seconds later, meets the two droids themselves. That burning, writhing hatred beneath the earth churns with further intensity, the soil under them all visibly being disturbed and lifted in spots. In the back of the General's mind, a message can be heard, though it carries no sound- only a sense of being watched from every direction at once. They can understand it clearly, though.
"W h a t . . . a r e . . . y o u ? . ."
"I am General Grievous. Jedi hunter and killer. What are you?" he responds.
There is a 'sound' of laughter echoing from around the entire clearing at once- completely silent to the ears, though it reverberates within his mind all the same. Those myriad, invisible eyes all watch with heightened intensity.
"I . . . a m c h a o s . . . I a m I d . . . I a m t h a t p r i m a l y e a r n i n g . . . t o o b e y t h e c a l l o f t h e m i n d ' s i n n e r d a r k n e s s . . . a n d r e v e l i n i t ' s m a d n e s s . . ."
"Show yourself Id. You cost me two of my droids." he says, coughing a bit
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"always the simple thing that goes wrong" he chuckles
He nods, laughing a bit.
"and they always fail in a way you didn't even consider"
"Yeah its crazy."
"that's engineering for ya"
He nods with a smile
"speaking of, think you can help me with something? got an incomplete blueprint and I need some help figuring out what info is missing"
"Alright, lemme see it."
He sets down his satchel and unrolls a half burned blueprint. the blueprint itself is of some form of lens with runes carved into the ring, but parts of a lot of the runes have been either scribbled out or burnt. there is info on what the metal surrounding the lens is but nothing on what the lens itself is made out of.
Leo touches the blueprint and closes his eyes.
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This blueprint is old, almost impossibly so. The lens itself is made to look through spacetime itself in order to see the true positions of stars instead of the imprints of light that are seen in the night sky. The runes themselves correlate to this effect
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Oh, my weary soul We've met your kind before Set fire to us all And oh sweet Providence Come save us from ourselves From Hell and consequence
This blueprint is old, almost impossibly so. The lens itself is made to look through spacetime itself in order to see the true positions of stars instead of the imprints of light that are seen in the night sky. The runes themselves correlate to this effect
"Older than the gods probably." he says, focusing on what the lense is made of
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This blueprint is old, almost impossibly so. The lens itself is made to look through spacetime itself in order to see the true positions of stars instead of the imprints of light that are seen in the night sky. The runes themselves correlate to this effect
"Older than the gods probably." he says, focusing on what the lense is made of
"didn't know that was possible" the lens seems to be made out of a mostly clear green quartz
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Oh, my weary soul We've met your kind before Set fire to us all And oh sweet Providence Come save us from ourselves From Hell and consequence
This blueprint is old, almost impossibly so. The lens itself is made to look through spacetime itself in order to see the true positions of stars instead of the imprints of light that are seen in the night sky. The runes themselves correlate to this effect
"Older than the gods probably." he says, focusing on what the lense is made of
"didn't know that was possible" the lens seems to be made out of a mostly clear green quartz
"It's mostly clear green quartz." Leo says, opening his eyes. "And its very possible. Ancient beings existed here before us and the gods."
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Leo watches
He nods.
A blaster bolt shoots at his legs
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Leo, sitting on Festus's back, comes over. "Hey!!!"
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There is a 'sound' of laughter echoing from around the entire clearing at once- completely silent to the ears, though it reverberates within his mind all the same. Those myriad, invisible eyes all watch with heightened intensity.
"I . . . a m c h a o s . . . I a m I d . . . I a m t h a t p r i m a l y e a r n i n g . . . t o o b e y t h e c a l l o f t h e m i n d ' s i n n e r d a r k n e s s . . . a n d r e v e l i n i t s m a d n e s s . . ."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Show yourself Id. You cost me two of my droids." he says, coughing a bit
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“You got hurt? What happened?”
“Why do you think that?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He tosses them one of the Materia "I think that one allows you to cast Wish, not sure." It is a White colored Materia.
"Thank you... I am happy I can help you. I don't often get the chance."
One of the bolts hits him, and the laser bounces off, unbeknownst to Tim. (Same effect as Tarrasque skin)
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Accidentally swam in a river full of piranhas."
"Because this is the second time it's happened. I'll find someone eventually."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He tosses it back. "Not great with magic items."
He nods, smiling a bit.
*Well crap*
The General lands in front of him. "We can still see you."
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
This blueprint is old, almost impossibly so. The lens itself is made to look through spacetime itself in order to see the true positions of stars instead of the imprints of light that are seen in the night sky. The runes themselves correlate to this effect
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Oh, my weary soul
We've met your kind before
Set fire to us all
And oh sweet Providence
Come save us from ourselves
From Hell and consequence
*Man, i love talking to people who think they know more about a subject than I do. I LEARNED ABOUT FISH, I WILL TELL YOU ABOUT FISH.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Older than the gods probably." he says, focusing on what the lense is made of
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She looks up at him and waves, grinning. She seems to be casting a ton of small, intricate pieces made of a neodymium alloy.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*yesh, tell them about them fishies*
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He slides off the dragons back and walks over. "Whatcha making?"
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*FISH*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I did tell you he was powerful, he just doesn't know it.*
He catches it, tossing it back "You don't need to be, that's the selling point."
"Is it okay if I tell you a story?"
He stops in his tracks, turning visible again "Y-you couldn't see me before?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Ah, righto*
He tosses it back. "Don't need it. Im lucky."
He nods, looking sleepy.
"You don't know your own power do you?" he asks
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"didn't know that was possible" the lens seems to be made out of a mostly clear green quartz
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Oh, my weary soul
We've met your kind before
Set fire to us all
And oh sweet Providence
Come save us from ourselves
From Hell and consequence
"It's mostly clear green quartz." Leo says, opening his eyes. "And its very possible. Ancient beings existed here before us and the gods."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.