Ilheia is flying around different domains and the human town, hanging off of things, jumping around, and just generally having a good time.
They'll see a man made of glass in a white suit turn into a fireball and zoom around the Oasis.
She smiles, starting to quickly fly following
It seems to notice you following, and starts soaring around things, playfully trying to keep ahead.
She follows the path exactly, smiling. As she gains speed, she starts spinning in the air, her long hair whipping around behind her
She quickly catches up to the fireball, and it elongates, forming back into the glass man. "Hello miss! Who're you?" He narrowly misses a passing bird.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Ilheia is flying around different domains and the human town, hanging off of things, jumping around, and just generally having a good time.
They'll see a man made of glass in a white suit turn into a fireball and zoom around the Oasis.
She smiles, starting to quickly fly following
It seems to notice you following, and starts soaring around things, playfully trying to keep ahead.
She follows the path exactly, smiling. As she gains speed, she starts spinning in the air, her long hair whipping around behind her
She quickly catches up to the fireball, and it elongates, forming back into the glass man. "Hello miss! Who're you?" He narrowly misses a passing bird.
She begins flying upside down, retaining the same speed despite the increased air resistance she should have "Call me Ilheia!! What about you?"
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"Sorry bout that. It was an accident." He stares at his feet. "Ok, fine, I don't know how to juggle. I'm just new here. This place needed a god of music, apparently."
"A god of music?" Both Tagedy and Humor on the mask turn into a wide grin, "Why I'm a demi-god of performance and acting! I am under the impression this would fall under the domain of trickery. But a god of the musical arts, that is excellent!"
Lark walks over to the new god of acting, in the guise of a wizened old man. He holds a staff in one hand and a long beard trails almost to his feet. When he speaks, his voice is booming. "Hello there. I see you are a demigod fluent in the ways of performance. I, as the leader of all gods here, have come to inform you that acting is in fact prohibited in these lands. That is all. Good day."
*Lark is also a god of trickery, so none of what he said or looks like is true, he just wants to cause mischief*
Ilheia is flying around different domains and the human town, hanging off of things, jumping around, and just generally having a good time.
They'll see a man made of glass in a white suit turn into a fireball and zoom around the Oasis.
She smiles, starting to quickly fly following
It seems to notice you following, and starts soaring around things, playfully trying to keep ahead.
She follows the path exactly, smiling. As she gains speed, she starts spinning in the air, her long hair whipping around behind her
She quickly catches up to the fireball, and it elongates, forming back into the glass man. "Hello miss! Who're you?" He narrowly misses a passing bird.
She begins flying upside down, retaining the same speed despite the increased air resistance she should have "Call me Ilheia!! What about you?"
"I'm Melos, but if you wanna be friends, you can call me Mel!" He slows down to basically a stationary hover. "I just arrived here."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"Sorry bout that. It was an accident." He stares at his feet. "Ok, fine, I don't know how to juggle. I'm just new here. This place needed a god of music, apparently."
"A god of music?" Both Tagedy and Humor on the mask turn into a wide grin, "Why I'm a demi-god of performance and acting! I am under the impression this would fall under the domain of trickery. But a god of the musical arts, that is excellent!"
"Should be a blast, yeah. I'm also just a demigod. I'm also kind of a god of fire, but I like music more. I can usually incorporate the two into my day though."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Lark walks over to the new god of acting, in the guise of a wizened old man. He holds a staff in one hand and a long beard trails almost to his feet. When he speaks, his voice is booming. "Hello there. I see you are a demigod fluent in the ways of performance. I, as the leader of all gods here, have come to inform you that acting is in fact prohibited in these lands. That is all. Good day."
*Lark is also a god of trickery, so none of what he said or looks like is true, he just wants to cause mischief*
There's yet another chuckle, this time from a woman's voice, "It is, well then pray tell why am I here? For a god cannot be born without the intervention of belief from people."
"Should be a blast, yeah. I'm also just a demigod. I'm also kind of a god of fire, but I like music more. I can usually incorporate the two into my day though."
"I must say the same, for I am also a god of lies, both white and not. And acting is but an elaborate lie put on to make people believe you are that person." He begins juggling again, this time 4 balls
Okropnosc is wandering around the oasis, reading poetry.
Lark (in his child form again) pops up behind Okropnosc and follows him for a while, listening.
They seem to be varied beyond imagination, clearly not written by any one person, but there is a common thread between them: romance.
*Baalzeboop! Hey :)*
"Poetry! It's like singing, but without the music. Still cool though." Melos hovers nearby.
*It feels like someone put a rock in my stomach. Happy to see you, though.*
"That... is an apt description. Many songs originated from poetry, or vice-versa, and are very similar in communication. Personally, I prefer poetry, though, as I don't have the knowledge to completely appreciate music. I definitely enjoy both, though."
Ilheia is flying around different domains and the human town, hanging off of things, jumping around, and just generally having a good time.
They'll see a man made of glass in a white suit turn into a fireball and zoom around the Oasis.
She smiles, starting to quickly fly following
It seems to notice you following, and starts soaring around things, playfully trying to keep ahead.
She follows the path exactly, smiling. As she gains speed, she starts spinning in the air, her long hair whipping around behind her
She quickly catches up to the fireball, and it elongates, forming back into the glass man. "Hello miss! Who're you?" He narrowly misses a passing bird.
She begins flying upside down, retaining the same speed despite the increased air resistance she should have "Call me Ilheia!! What about you?"
"I'm Melos, but if you wanna be friends, you can call me Mel!" He slows down to basically a stationary hover. "I just arrived here."
"Hiya, Mel!! Im pretty new here, too! Its only been a few days so far. Are you a god or a human?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Lark walks over to the new god of acting, in the guise of a wizened old man. He holds a staff in one hand and a long beard trails almost to his feet. When he speaks, his voice is booming. "Hello there. I see you are a demigod fluent in the ways of performance. I, as the leader of all gods here, have come to inform you that acting is in fact prohibited in these lands. That is all. Good day."
*Lark is also a god of trickery, so none of what he said or looks like is true, he just wants to cause mischief*
There's yet another chuckle, this time from a woman's voice, "It is, well then pray tell why am I here? For a god cannot be born without the intervention of belief from people."
"I could not say. One of the human's beliefs must have gone astray, but that can be dealt with. I'm sure you can find somewhere else to be a god."
Okropnosc is wandering around the oasis, reading poetry.
Lark (in his child form again) pops up behind Okropnosc and follows him for a while, listening.
They seem to be varied beyond imagination, clearly not written by any one person, but there is a common thread between them: romance.
Hearing a particularly sappy line Lark makes a childish noise of disgust, loud enough for Okropnosc to hear.
Okropnosc sighs. "If you don't care for poetry, then why are you here, Lark?"
"S'not the poetry that's the problem. All everyone ever talks about is romance. First Kila and Nedari, now you. It's so boring!"
"I look at it to remind myself of what I can never have. I am a creature not fit for this reality, and thus cannot be loved. I have no intention of running off and falling in love."
He speaks with a faint-but-solemn bitterness in his inhuman voice.
Okropnosc is wandering around the oasis, reading poetry.
Lark (in his child form again) pops up behind Okropnosc and follows him for a while, listening.
They seem to be varied beyond imagination, clearly not written by any one person, but there is a common thread between them: romance.
Hearing a particularly sappy line Lark makes a childish noise of disgust, loud enough for Okropnosc to hear.
Okropnosc sighs. "If you don't care for poetry, then why are you here, Lark?"
"S'not the poetry that's the problem. All everyone ever talks about is romance. First Kila and Nedari, now you. It's so boring!"
"I look at it to remind myself of what I can never have. I am a creature not fit for this reality, and thus cannot be loved. I have no intention of running off and falling in love."
He speaks with a faint-but-solemn bitterness in his inhuman voice.
Lark looks troubled, and after a moment he goes up to him and gives him a hug.
"Hey now, I'm sure you'll find love one day. It don't gotta be romantic either. Your followers probably love you a lot!"
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She quickly catches up to the fireball, and it elongates, forming back into the glass man. "Hello miss! Who're you?" He narrowly misses a passing bird.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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She begins flying upside down, retaining the same speed despite the increased air resistance she should have "Call me Ilheia!! What about you?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"A god of music?" Both Tagedy and Humor on the mask turn into a wide grin, "Why I'm a demi-god of performance and acting! I am under the impression this would fall under the domain of trickery. But a god of the musical arts, that is excellent!"
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Lark walks over to the new god of acting, in the guise of a wizened old man. He holds a staff in one hand and a long beard trails almost to his feet. When he speaks, his voice is booming. "Hello there. I see you are a demigod fluent in the ways of performance. I, as the leader of all gods here, have come to inform you that acting is in fact prohibited in these lands. That is all. Good day."
*Lark is also a god of trickery, so none of what he said or looks like is true, he just wants to cause mischief*
Okropnosc is wandering around the oasis, reading poetry.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Lark (in his child form again) pops up behind Okropnosc and follows him for a while, listening.
They seem to be varied beyond imagination, clearly not written by any one person, but there is a common thread between them: romance.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Hearing a particularly sappy line Lark makes a childish noise of disgust, loud enough for Okropnosc to hear.
Okropnosc sighs. "If you don't care for poetry, then why are you here, Lark?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I'm Melos, but if you wanna be friends, you can call me Mel!" He slows down to basically a stationary hover. "I just arrived here."
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"Should be a blast, yeah. I'm also just a demigod. I'm also kind of a god of fire, but I like music more. I can usually incorporate the two into my day though."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Baalzeboop! Hey :)*
"Poetry! It's like singing, but without the music. Still cool though." Melos hovers nearby.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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There's yet another chuckle, this time from a woman's voice, "It is, well then pray tell why am I here? For a god cannot be born without the intervention of belief from people."
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"S'not the poetry that's the problem. All everyone ever talks about is romance. First Kila and Nedari, now you. It's so boring!"
"I must say the same, for I am also a god of lies, both white and not. And acting is but an elaborate lie put on to make people believe you are that person." He begins juggling again, this time 4 balls
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*It feels like someone put a rock in my stomach. Happy to see you, though.*
"That... is an apt description. Many songs originated from poetry, or vice-versa, and are very similar in communication. Personally, I prefer poetry, though, as I don't have the knowledge to completely appreciate music. I definitely enjoy both, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hiya, Mel!! Im pretty new here, too! Its only been a few days so far. Are you a god or a human?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"I could not say. One of the human's beliefs must have gone astray, but that can be dealt with. I'm sure you can find somewhere else to be a god."
"I look at it to remind myself of what I can never have. I am a creature not fit for this reality, and thus cannot be loved. I have no intention of running off and falling in love."
He speaks with a faint-but-solemn bitterness in his inhuman voice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Lark looks troubled, and after a moment he goes up to him and gives him a hug.
"Hey now, I'm sure you'll find love one day. It don't gotta be romantic either. Your followers probably love you a lot!"