the dome: a battleground for the gods!

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"yes."

 "Why did it make me feel like I was high on drugs?"

 "cause i had to rein in my power"

 "Okay, but why did it make me feel like that specifically, is your power related to drugs?"

 "no. the more advanced that i am, the more pressure i can put on souls, i am now a monarch"

 "... Could you do it again?"

 "i would have to ascend to advance but i can release my power if i want to"

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"yes."

 "Why did it make me feel like I was high on drugs?"

 "cause i had to rein in my power"

 "Okay, but why did it make me feel like that specifically, is your power related to drugs?"

 "no. the more advanced that i am, the more pressure i can put on souls, i am now a monarch"

 "... Could you do it again?"

 "i would have to ascend to advance but i can release my power if i want to"

 "Ascending, is becoming a god, right? I can help with that!"

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*I’m not exactly ready to actually fight with him yet, but I would like to roleplay him so here we go*

As the other dome dwellers go on with their various tasks and battles, a figure gently floats down from the sky above, an aura of rain and wind gently buffeting him and the area around him. As he gently lands on his feet, the small figure stand. Looking like a small child no more then 3 feet tall, his horns made of purple lighting poking out of silver hair and piercing violet eyes betray his child-like appearance. His skin pale and his body covered in a flown white mantle like a dress robe billows around him. 

He looks around the dome curiously as a glowing Silver Spellbook would float down and float beside him. 

“So, this is the place father mentioned…looks like it has seen better days..” the strange boy says a bit bored. The Spellbook would proceed to lightly smack the boy on the head who jumps a bit and growls in annoyance, revealing sharp teeth not unlike a sharks. After a moment staring at the book the boy huffs. “I know I need to pay attention to my surroundings. I’m not an idiot.” He says before calming down a bit. “Well, let’s see what sort of people are here in the dome Dufort.” The boy says before they begin walking.

 Sekiro sees them fly down, and suddenly moves to a new canvas, painting with speedy, sharp, strokes. He looks at the boy as the energies of life and death swirl around him, his painting and his swordsmanship reflecting in each other, he looks to the sky, and his oni mask shifts continuously, never remaining one expression for long.

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"yes."

 "Why did it make me feel like I was high on drugs?"

 "cause i had to rein in my power"

 "Okay, but why did it make me feel like that specifically, is your power related to drugs?"

 "no. the more advanced that i am, the more pressure i can put on souls, i am now a monarch"

 "... Could you do it again?"

 "i would have to ascend to advance but i can release my power if i want to"

 "Ascending, is becoming a god, right? I can help with that!"

 "no. i would be the weakest when i ascend and i could have done it a long time ago"

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His fingers turn dark for a moment, then back to normal.he drinks

 It is strong and has a fruity taste like nothing he’s ever had, Jason sits on a couch made of clouds and chews on his ice.

 "DAMN! This is good!"

 “I buy quality, what can I say?” 

 He drinks more, and downs it in three seconds

 He feels a slightly drunkenness, Jason’s aura covers him “Could you please ask before you drink an entire bottle of my alcohol?” The pressure is immense.

 "Sorry." He stands up, and magically refills the whole bottle. "There."

 The aura move back and the cloud stuff moves the bottle back to a cabinet “Thank you, although a magic refill is never as good as the original.”

 "I can pay you back!"

 “You don’t need to, I’ve got enough money.”

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"yes."

 "Why did it make me feel like I was high on drugs?"

 "cause i had to rein in my power"

 "Okay, but why did it make me feel like that specifically, is your power related to drugs?"

 "no. the more advanced that i am, the more pressure i can put on souls, i am now a monarch"

 "... Could you do it again?"

 "i would have to ascend to advance but i can release my power if i want to"

 "Ascending, is becoming a god, right? I can help with that!"

 "no. i would be the weakest when i ascend and i could have done it a long time ago"

 "Oh, I can give you more power!"

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His fingers turn dark for a moment, then back to normal.he drinks

 It is strong and has a fruity taste like nothing he’s ever had, Jason sits on a couch made of clouds and chews on his ice.

 "DAMN! This is good!"

 “I buy quality, what can I say?” 

 He drinks more, and downs it in three seconds

 He feels a slightly drunkenness, Jason’s aura covers him “Could you please ask before you drink an entire bottle of my alcohol?” The pressure is immense.

 "Sorry." He stands up, and magically refills the whole bottle. "There."

 The aura move back and the cloud stuff moves the bottle back to a cabinet “Thank you, although a magic refill is never as good as the original.”

 "I can pay you back!"

 “You don’t need to, I’ve got enough money.”

 "Oh, sorry."

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 The boy glances at the Spellbook before relaxing a bit “I am Zeon Bell….who are you?” he says a bit wary. He looks like he is not too much older than six, though it is clear this “kid” ain’t normal.

 "Zodiac, Zodiac Morningstar!" He holds out his hand for him to shake.

 After a moment of staring at the hand, he would slowly reach out and shake it. For such a small kid, he has quite a strong grip.

 "How old are you? I don't think you're really a kid."

 “I’m only about 6 years old. Though my kind tends to mature much faster then other species in the multiverse. I’m a Mamodo Daemon, to be precise.” Zeon says as he gets more comfortable talking to Zodiac. 

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 The boy glances at the Spellbook before relaxing a bit “I am Zeon Bell….who are you?” he says a bit wary. He looks like he is not too much older than six, though it is clear this “kid” ain’t normal.

 "Zodiac, Zodiac Morningstar!" He holds out his hand for him to shake.

 After a moment of staring at the hand, he would slowly reach out and shake it. For such a small kid, he has quite a strong grip.

 "How old are you? I don't think you're really a kid."

 “I’m only about 6 years old. Though my kind tends to mature much faster then other species in the multiverse. I’m a Mamodo Daemon, to be precise.” Zeon says as he gets more comfortable talking to Zodiac. 

 "Wanna be friends? I'm a sort of daemon myself!"

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 "Oh, sorry."

 He chuckles, a comforting sound “Don’t worry about it.”

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 "Oh, sorry."

 He chuckles, a comforting sound “Don’t worry about it.”

 "Wanna be friends?"

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 "Oh, sorry."

 He chuckles, a comforting sound “Don’t worry about it.”

 "Wanna be friends?"

 “I don’t really know you, so no thanks.”

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*I’m not exactly ready to actually fight with him yet, but I would like to roleplay him so here we go*

As the other dome dwellers go on with their various tasks and battles, a figure gently floats down from the sky above, an aura of rain and wind gently buffeting him and the area around him. As he gently lands on his feet, the small figure stand. Looking like a small child no more then 3 feet tall, his horns made of purple lighting poking out of silver hair and piercing violet eyes betray his child-like appearance. His skin pale and his body covered in a flown white mantle like a dress robe billows around him. 

He looks around the dome curiously as a glowing Silver Spellbook would float down and float beside him. 

“So, this is the place father mentioned…looks like it has seen better days..” the strange boy says a bit bored. The Spellbook would proceed to lightly smack the boy on the head who jumps a bit and growls in annoyance, revealing sharp teeth not unlike a sharks. After a moment staring at the book the boy huffs. “I know I need to pay attention to my surroundings. I’m not an idiot.” He says before calming down a bit. “Well, let’s see what sort of people are here in the dome Dufort.” The boy says before they begin walking.

 Sekiro sees them fly down, and suddenly moves to a new canvas, painting with speedy, sharp, strokes. He looks at the boy as the energies of life and death swirl around him, his painting and his swordsmanship reflecting in each other, he looks to the sky, and his oni mask shifts continuously, never remaining one expression for long.

 Zeon notices him, head tilts a bit as he watches this strange man seem to paint…him? 

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"it doesnt work that way. i can fight you though"

 "I don't suggest fighting me, lest you want the universe destroyed!"

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*I’m not exactly ready to actually fight with him yet, but I would like to roleplay him so here we go*

As the other dome dwellers go on with their various tasks and battles, a figure gently floats down from the sky above, an aura of rain and wind gently buffeting him and the area around him. As he gently lands on his feet, the small figure stand. Looking like a small child no more then 3 feet tall, his horns made of purple lighting poking out of silver hair and piercing violet eyes betray his child-like appearance. His skin pale and his body covered in a flown white mantle like a dress robe billows around him. 

He looks around the dome curiously as a glowing Silver Spellbook would float down and float beside him. 

“So, this is the place father mentioned…looks like it has seen better days..” the strange boy says a bit bored. The Spellbook would proceed to lightly smack the boy on the head who jumps a bit and growls in annoyance, revealing sharp teeth not unlike a sharks. After a moment staring at the book the boy huffs. “I know I need to pay attention to my surroundings. I’m not an idiot.” He says before calming down a bit. “Well, let’s see what sort of people are here in the dome Dufort.” The boy says before they begin walking.

 Sekiro sees them fly down, and suddenly moves to a new canvas, painting with speedy, sharp, strokes. He looks at the boy as the energies of life and death swirl around him, his painting and his swordsmanship reflecting in each other, he looks to the sky, and his oni mask shifts continuously, never remaining one expression for long.

 Zeon notices him, head tilts a bit as he watches this strange man seem to paint…him? 

 Sekiro notices and turns the canvas to Zeon, an amazing painting of the sky, missing Zeon from the painting entirely. The oni mask smiles, knowing Zeon thought it was about him.

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 The boy glances at the Spellbook before relaxing a bit “I am Zeon Bell….who are you?” he says a bit wary. He looks like he is not too much older than six, though it is clear this “kid” ain’t normal.

 "Zodiac, Zodiac Morningstar!" He holds out his hand for him to shake.

 After a moment of staring at the hand, he would slowly reach out and shake it. For such a small kid, he has quite a strong grip.

 "How old are you? I don't think you're really a kid."

 “I’m only about 6 years old. Though my kind tends to mature much faster then other species in the multiverse. I’m a Mamodo Daemon, to be precise.” Zeon says as he gets more comfortable talking to Zodiac. 

 "Wanna be friends? I'm a sort of daemon myself!"

 Zeon blinks a bit, surprised. “Uh…s-sure…?” While the kid seems quite strong and normally composed, he is rather socially awkward around friendly people it seems. The silver spellbook lightly taps Zeon on the head and said boy looks at the book in a bit of a huff.

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 "Oh, sorry."

 He chuckles, a comforting sound “Don’t worry about it.”

 "Wanna be friends?"

 “I don’t really know you, so no thanks.”

 "Sort of depressing, but ok? Have you reached gold rank yet?"

Grey is fixing a automaton, with Jeff the land shark helping by spitting up any tools he needs

Toji is trying to find a way to get money 

The man with the bat is pissed that Toji won’t pay him back 

The ball of lightning is casually moving across the dome at Mach 5

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 "Oh, sorry."

 He chuckles, a comforting sound “Don’t worry about it.”

 "Wanna be friends?"

 “I don’t really know you, so no thanks.”

 "Sort of depressing, but ok? Have you reached gold rank yet?"

 “I never told you about where I’m from, but no, I’ve still got a long way to go.”