Gods' Vision (God TTRPG Reset 2)

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*anyone wanna rp? Looking to use Bríz because baby* 

 *I could have the construct move*

 *sher! Bríz discovers mech version 2* 

 *Ya!*

The construct, previously still, suddenly groans to life, gears, metal, and stone grinding and shifting as it begins to move, each step shaking the area (this also could affect ignus and Envy's roleplay temporarily if they care) as it walks, each step carrying it dozens of feet, soon it settles next to the walls of a town, before the sounds lessen to just a constant hum

 Bríz rises into the air, rifle at the ready. “State your business.” They say, only a small quiver in their voice at the intimidating sight.

 The construct doesn't respond, but a slight hiss eminates as what looks like a trap door opens near the shoulder of the construct, as a cloak figure climbs out, the cloak a basic brown, with stripes of gold throughout, two golden eyes the only visible feature underneath the hood, almost identical to the constructs eye color

 “I repeat-state your business. Do you mean any harm to these mortals or myself?” Their eyes flicker to the trapdoor, and they flit over.

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"Rude…hardly"

Ignis reaches out its hand and draws the flame into its body 

 *She didn't steal anything, just copied him. She steals from mortals, but only copies gods*

"You didn't even say hello!"

*Fixed it*

"Hello"

 "Thhhank you" she sighs "and what is your name?"

"Ignis,as for you?"

 "Thymacchia!" The spotlight focuses on her, and bursts of fire come from the floor of the stage as she rises from the couch and strikes a pose

"That pose was unnecessary"

 "I disagree darling. It was completely necessary"

"Darling?"

 "They're called niceties. You should learn how to use them"

 "I know how to use niceties,I just only use them for people I like"

 "And... You don't like me?" The mask features softer for a split second before becoming cartoonishly exaggerated and theatrical. She presses the back of her crab claw/human hand hybrid to her forehead and leans back. "You wound me!"

"AH CRAP"

the ground starts shaking 

 "Serves you right." The curtains begin closing

 "Rude"

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*anyone wanna rp? Looking to use Bríz because baby* 

 *I could have the construct move*

 *sher! Bríz discovers mech version 2* 

 *Ya!*

The construct, previously still, suddenly groans to life, gears, metal, and stone grinding and shifting as it begins to move, each step shaking the area (this also could affect ignus and Envy's roleplay temporarily if they care) as it walks, each step carrying it dozens of feet, soon it settles next to the walls of a town, before the sounds lessen to just a constant hum

 Bríz rises into the air, rifle at the ready. “State your business.” They say, only a small quiver in their voice at the intimidating sight.

 The construct doesn't respond, but a slight hiss eminates as what looks like a trap door opens near the shoulder of the construct, as a cloak figure climbs out, the cloak a basic brown, with stripes of gold throughout, two golden eyes the only visible feature underneath the hood, almost identical to the constructs eye color

 “I repeat-state your business. Do you mean any harm to these mortals or myself?” Their eyes flicker to the trapdoor, and they flit over.

The figure spoke, the voice vaguely female but also... Wrong. Distorted almost. "I do not wish to harm mortals as I well am... Was one"

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*anyone wanna rp? Looking to use Bríz because baby* 

 *I could have the construct move*

 *sher! Bríz discovers mech version 2* 

 *Ya!*

The construct, previously still, suddenly groans to life, gears, metal, and stone grinding and shifting as it begins to move, each step shaking the area (this also could affect ignus and Envy's roleplay temporarily if they care) as it walks, each step carrying it dozens of feet, soon it settles next to the walls of a town, before the sounds lessen to just a constant hum

 Bríz rises into the air, rifle at the ready. “State your business.” They say, only a small quiver in their voice at the intimidating sight.

 The construct doesn't respond, but a slight hiss eminates as what looks like a trap door opens near the shoulder of the construct, as a cloak figure climbs out, the cloak a basic brown, with stripes of gold throughout, two golden eyes the only visible feature underneath the hood, almost identical to the constructs eye color

 “I repeat-state your business. Do you mean any harm to these mortals or myself?” Their eyes flicker to the trapdoor, and they flit over.

The figure spoke, the voice vaguely female but also... Wrong. Distorted almost. "I do not wish to harm mortals as I well am... Was one"

 Bríz relaxes. “Then you are welcome. But do not come closer to the town. I wish not for accidents to happen.” They pause, hovering in the air. “Quite a nice… contraption you have there.”

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"Rude…hardly"

Ignis reaches out its hand and draws the flame into its body 

 *She didn't steal anything, just copied him. She steals from mortals, but only copies gods*

"You didn't even say hello!"

*Fixed it*

"Hello"

 "Thhhank you" she sighs "and what is your name?"

"Ignis,as for you?"

 "Thymacchia!" The spotlight focuses on her, and bursts of fire come from the floor of the stage as she rises from the couch and strikes a pose

"That pose was unnecessary"

 "I disagree darling. It was completely necessary"

"Darling?"

 "They're called niceties. You should learn how to use them"

 "I know how to use niceties,I just only use them for people I like"

 "And... You don't like me?" The mask features softer for a split second before becoming cartoonishly exaggerated and theatrical. She presses the back of her crab claw/human hand hybrid to her forehead and leans back. "You wound me!"

"AH CRAP"

the ground starts shaking 

 "Serves you right." The curtains begin closing

 "Rude"

 "Hey! I am not rude! I am the picture of geniality!" The curtains stop closing. The stage wobbles trying to remain stable 

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"Rude…hardly"

Ignis reaches out its hand and draws the flame into its body 

 *She didn't steal anything, just copied him. She steals from mortals, but only copies gods*

"You didn't even say hello!"

*Fixed it*

"Hello"

 "Thhhank you" she sighs "and what is your name?"

"Ignis,as for you?"

 "Thymacchia!" The spotlight focuses on her, and bursts of fire come from the floor of the stage as she rises from the couch and strikes a pose

"That pose was unnecessary"

 "I disagree darling. It was completely necessary"

"Darling?"

 "They're called niceties. You should learn how to use them"

 "I know how to use niceties,I just only use them for people I like"

 "And... You don't like me?" The mask features softer for a split second before becoming cartoonishly exaggerated and theatrical. She presses the back of her crab claw/human hand hybrid to her forehead and leans back. "You wound me!"

"AH CRAP"

the ground starts shaking 

 "Serves you right." The curtains begin closing

 "Rude"

 "Hey! I am not rude! I am the picture of geniality!" The curtains stop closing. The stage wobbles trying to remain stable 

 "That sounds like something a rude person would say"

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*anyone wanna rp? Looking to use Bríz because baby* 

 *I could have the construct move*

 *sher! Bríz discovers mech version 2* 

 *Ya!*

The construct, previously still, suddenly groans to life, gears, metal, and stone grinding and shifting as it begins to move, each step shaking the area (this also could affect ignus and Envy's roleplay temporarily if they care) as it walks, each step carrying it dozens of feet, soon it settles next to the walls of a town, before the sounds lessen to just a constant hum

 Bríz rises into the air, rifle at the ready. “State your business.” They say, only a small quiver in their voice at the intimidating sight.

 The construct doesn't respond, but a slight hiss eminates as what looks like a trap door opens near the shoulder of the construct, as a cloak figure climbs out, the cloak a basic brown, with stripes of gold throughout, two golden eyes the only visible feature underneath the hood, almost identical to the constructs eye color

 “I repeat-state your business. Do you mean any harm to these mortals or myself?” Their eyes flicker to the trapdoor, and they flit over.

The figure spoke, the voice vaguely female but also... Wrong. Distorted almost. "I do not wish to harm mortals as I well am... Was one"

 Bríz relaxes. “Then you are welcome. But do not come closer to the town. I wish not for accidents to happen.” They pause, hovering in the air. “Quite a nice… contraption you have there.”

 "It's not mine. Well not only mine. Me and my people reside within it"

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"Rude…hardly"

Ignis reaches out its hand and draws the flame into its body 

 *She didn't steal anything, just copied him. She steals from mortals, but only copies gods*

"You didn't even say hello!"

*Fixed it*

"Hello"

 "Thhhank you" she sighs "and what is your name?"

"Ignis,as for you?"

 "Thymacchia!" The spotlight focuses on her, and bursts of fire come from the floor of the stage as she rises from the couch and strikes a pose

"That pose was unnecessary"

 "I disagree darling. It was completely necessary"

"Darling?"

 "They're called niceties. You should learn how to use them"

 "I know how to use niceties,I just only use them for people I like"

 "And... You don't like me?" The mask features softer for a split second before becoming cartoonishly exaggerated and theatrical. She presses the back of her crab claw/human hand hybrid to her forehead and leans back. "You wound me!"

"AH CRAP"

the ground starts shaking 

 "Serves you right." The curtains begin closing

 "Rude"

 "Hey! I am not rude! I am the picture of geniality!" The curtains stop closing. The stage wobbles trying to remain stable 

 "That sounds like something a rude person would say"

 "I will walk! Leave you to deal with..." She waves her chitinous hand "whatever this is" the curtains begin closing again 

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*anyone wanna rp? Looking to use Bríz because baby* 

 *I could have the construct move*

 *sher! Bríz discovers mech version 2* 

 *Ya!*

The construct, previously still, suddenly groans to life, gears, metal, and stone grinding and shifting as it begins to move, each step shaking the area (this also could affect ignus and Envy's roleplay temporarily if they care) as it walks, each step carrying it dozens of feet, soon it settles next to the walls of a town, before the sounds lessen to just a constant hum

 Bríz rises into the air, rifle at the ready. “State your business.” They say, only a small quiver in their voice at the intimidating sight.

 The construct doesn't respond, but a slight hiss eminates as what looks like a trap door opens near the shoulder of the construct, as a cloak figure climbs out, the cloak a basic brown, with stripes of gold throughout, two golden eyes the only visible feature underneath the hood, almost identical to the constructs eye color

 “I repeat-state your business. Do you mean any harm to these mortals or myself?” Their eyes flicker to the trapdoor, and they flit over.

The figure spoke, the voice vaguely female but also... Wrong. Distorted almost. "I do not wish to harm mortals as I well am... Was one"

 Bríz relaxes. “Then you are welcome. But do not come closer to the town. I wish not for accidents to happen.” They pause, hovering in the air. “Quite a nice… contraption you have there.”

 "It's not mine. Well not only mine. Me and my people reside within it"

 “Fascinating. How do you get resources? What are you like to the construct-little fleas?”

*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*

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"Rude…hardly"

Ignis reaches out its hand and draws the flame into its body 

 *She didn't steal anything, just copied him. She steals from mortals, but only copies gods*

"You didn't even say hello!"

*Fixed it*

"Hello"

 "Thhhank you" she sighs "and what is your name?"

"Ignis,as for you?"

 "Thymacchia!" The spotlight focuses on her, and bursts of fire come from the floor of the stage as she rises from the couch and strikes a pose

"That pose was unnecessary"

 "I disagree darling. It was completely necessary"

"Darling?"

 "They're called niceties. You should learn how to use them"

 "I know how to use niceties,I just only use them for people I like"

 "And... You don't like me?" The mask features softer for a split second before becoming cartoonishly exaggerated and theatrical. She presses the back of her crab claw/human hand hybrid to her forehead and leans back. "You wound me!"

"AH CRAP"

the ground starts shaking 

 "Serves you right." The curtains begin closing

 "Rude"

 "Hey! I am not rude! I am the picture of geniality!" The curtains stop closing. The stage wobbles trying to remain stable 

 "That sounds like something a rude person would say"

 "I will walk! Leave you to deal with..." She waves her chitinous hand "whatever this is" the curtains begin closing again 

"I have created a new metal specifically to kill deities like you"

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*anyone wanna rp? Looking to use Bríz because baby* 

 *I could have the construct move*

 *sher! Bríz discovers mech version 2* 

 *Ya!*

The construct, previously still, suddenly groans to life, gears, metal, and stone grinding and shifting as it begins to move, each step shaking the area (this also could affect ignus and Envy's roleplay temporarily if they care) as it walks, each step carrying it dozens of feet, soon it settles next to the walls of a town, before the sounds lessen to just a constant hum

 Bríz rises into the air, rifle at the ready. “State your business.” They say, only a small quiver in their voice at the intimidating sight.

 The construct doesn't respond, but a slight hiss eminates as what looks like a trap door opens near the shoulder of the construct, as a cloak figure climbs out, the cloak a basic brown, with stripes of gold throughout, two golden eyes the only visible feature underneath the hood, almost identical to the constructs eye color

 “I repeat-state your business. Do you mean any harm to these mortals or myself?” Their eyes flicker to the trapdoor, and they flit over.

The figure spoke, the voice vaguely female but also... Wrong. Distorted almost. "I do not wish to harm mortals as I well am... Was one"

 Bríz relaxes. “Then you are welcome. But do not come closer to the town. I wish not for accidents to happen.” They pause, hovering in the air. “Quite a nice… contraption you have there.”

 "It's not mine. Well not only mine. Me and my people reside within it"

 “Fascinating. How do you get resources? What are you like to the construct-little fleas?”

 "The construct provides energy, we grow food within, and we have pipes and such everywhere for water. Places for animals, ect. And the construct isnt entirely aware of us. At least not physically. It doesn't have the capabilities to feel. So it binds to one of us, and we act as sort of its eyes ears and reason. As well as said bound not aging, as well as being able to control the contract itself in situations of need"

*also for now for combat, I feel like we can probably use stat blocks or the defaults modified with monster abilities if y’all would like? Run them by me first and make them appropriate for category, and this won’t be permanent.* 

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*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*

 *gets out the spray bottle*

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*anyone wanna rp? Looking to use Bríz because baby* 

 *I could have the construct move*

 *sher! Bríz discovers mech version 2* 

 *Ya!*

The construct, previously still, suddenly groans to life, gears, metal, and stone grinding and shifting as it begins to move, each step shaking the area (this also could affect ignus and Envy's roleplay temporarily if they care) as it walks, each step carrying it dozens of feet, soon it settles next to the walls of a town, before the sounds lessen to just a constant hum

 Bríz rises into the air, rifle at the ready. “State your business.” They say, only a small quiver in their voice at the intimidating sight.

 The construct doesn't respond, but a slight hiss eminates as what looks like a trap door opens near the shoulder of the construct, as a cloak figure climbs out, the cloak a basic brown, with stripes of gold throughout, two golden eyes the only visible feature underneath the hood, almost identical to the constructs eye color

 “I repeat-state your business. Do you mean any harm to these mortals or myself?” Their eyes flicker to the trapdoor, and they flit over.

The figure spoke, the voice vaguely female but also... Wrong. Distorted almost. "I do not wish to harm mortals as I well am... Was one"

 Bríz relaxes. “Then you are welcome. But do not come closer to the town. I wish not for accidents to happen.” They pause, hovering in the air. “Quite a nice… contraption you have there.”

 "It's not mine. Well not only mine. Me and my people reside within it"

 “Fascinating. How do you get resources? What are you like to the construct-little fleas?”

 "The construct provides energy, we grow food within, and we have pipes and such everywhere for water. Places for animals, ect. And the construct isnt entirely aware of us. At least not physically. It doesn't have the capabilities to feel. So it binds to one of us, and we act as sort of its eyes ears and reason. As well as said bound not aging, as well as being able to control the contract itself in situations of need"

 Bríz nods. “So I presume you are that person, or at least someone important to your society?”

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*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*

 *gets out the spray bottle*

 *heh.. so here’s the thing… characters.. heh* 

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"Rude…hardly"

Ignis reaches out its hand and draws the flame into its body 

 *She didn't steal anything, just copied him. She steals from mortals, but only copies gods*

"You didn't even say hello!"

*Fixed it*

"Hello"

 "Thhhank you" she sighs "and what is your name?"

"Ignis,as for you?"

 "Thymacchia!" The spotlight focuses on her, and bursts of fire come from the floor of the stage as she rises from the couch and strikes a pose

"That pose was unnecessary"

 "I disagree darling. It was completely necessary"

"Darling?"

 "They're called niceties. You should learn how to use them"

 "I know how to use niceties,I just only use them for people I like"

 "And... You don't like me?" The mask features softer for a split second before becoming cartoonishly exaggerated and theatrical. She presses the back of her crab claw/human hand hybrid to her forehead and leans back. "You wound me!"

"AH CRAP"

the ground starts shaking 

 "Serves you right." The curtains begin closing

 "Rude"

 "Hey! I am not rude! I am the picture of geniality!" The curtains stop closing. The stage wobbles trying to remain stable 

 "That sounds like something a rude person would say"

 "I will walk! Leave you to deal with..." She waves her chitinous hand "whatever this is" the curtains begin closing again 

"I have created a new metal specifically to kill deities like you"

 "You kill me, you have to deal with my siblings. Surely you can do that math?"

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"Rude…hardly"

Ignis reaches out its hand and draws the flame into its body 

 *She didn't steal anything, just copied him. She steals from mortals, but only copies gods*

"You didn't even say hello!"

*Fixed it*

"Hello"

 "Thhhank you" she sighs "and what is your name?"

"Ignis,as for you?"

 "Thymacchia!" The spotlight focuses on her, and bursts of fire come from the floor of the stage as she rises from the couch and strikes a pose

"That pose was unnecessary"

 "I disagree darling. It was completely necessary"

"Darling?"

 "They're called niceties. You should learn how to use them"

 "I know how to use niceties,I just only use them for people I like"

 "And... You don't like me?" The mask features softer for a split second before becoming cartoonishly exaggerated and theatrical. She presses the back of her crab claw/human hand hybrid to her forehead and leans back. "You wound me!"

"AH CRAP"

the ground starts shaking 

 "Serves you right." The curtains begin closing

 "Rude"

 "Hey! I am not rude! I am the picture of geniality!" The curtains stop closing. The stage wobbles trying to remain stable 

 "That sounds like something a rude person would say"

 "I will walk! Leave you to deal with..." She waves her chitinous hand "whatever this is" the curtains begin closing again 

"I have created a new metal specifically to kill deities like you"

 "You kill me, you have to deal with my siblings. Surely you can do that math?"

"I never said I was going to use it"

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*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*

 *Id be okay. Heck, I was kinda planning on making Aria's monster a minotaur situation. Not the same thing, but similar*

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*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*

 *Id be okay. Heck, I was kinda planning on making Aria's monster a minotaur situation. Not the same thing, but similar*

 *oooooh funsies!*