"The place you would be thinking of is more of just a place where our true forms to reside. The physical forms you see are just avatars. They can die and to come back within a couple days, but our true forms cannot be destroyed. I just often spend existence in-between timelines. As a result I don't have the best sense of time which is kind of ironic." He chuckled "but outside of the timelines, time doesn't exist really in the same way so I can't really affect much, it's one of the few places I can be without having to hold back my abilities"
She tilts her head to the side. “Not sure I understand that, but alright. So… uh… what brings ya here?”
"Interest" he says simply. "This specific place had been barren for a long time, so I was interested when I felt the timeline moving. And what particularly don't you understand? Perhaps I can describe better"
“Nah, it’s no big deal. People have told me I’m not the best at understanding things, and I’m fine by that. I just want to be able to help people.”
"If that's how you feel then okay. But as I said, if you tell me what you didn't understand I can try to describe it better. I'm not used to existing around mortals who don't know much" he shrugs.
“It’s good, it’s good. So uh… what do you gods normally talk about?”
"Depends on what God we are. Soms talk about alliances, others talk about who they're fighting, what they're doing with their followers, ect. I personally don't see a point in fighting or anything else when everything will eventually crumble to dust. After all..." The ticking of his clocks stop, and the area around him ages and dies, leaving a barren circle of land, as his one remaining eye glows "nothing can stop the ticking of time" The ticking of his clocks resume, and the land grows back
“What a performance! But that’s true. Huh. I guess we mortals are REALLY insignificant to you guys, then.”
"To most gods, yes. I find mine more entertaining. Therefore I take them with me, and as a result they also do not age like most mortals do. They're probably somewhere in this world, I don't really keep much track of them unless they are in danger"
“Huh. So you keep mortals as like… pets? Slaves? Oh wait-that’s a little offensive to you. Not slaves.”
Sarlok lazes on their cloud, watching their monsoons traverse the globe
Kather sits in her lean-to in the garden of unreality, the spear beside her, reaper's body on the floor in front of her. Her hands are around her knees, and she's shivering
"The place you would be thinking of is more of just a place where our true forms to reside. The physical forms you see are just avatars. They can die and to come back within a couple days, but our true forms cannot be destroyed. I just often spend existence in-between timelines. As a result I don't have the best sense of time which is kind of ironic." He chuckled "but outside of the timelines, time doesn't exist really in the same way so I can't really affect much, it's one of the few places I can be without having to hold back my abilities"
She tilts her head to the side. “Not sure I understand that, but alright. So… uh… what brings ya here?”
"Interest" he says simply. "This specific place had been barren for a long time, so I was interested when I felt the timeline moving. And what particularly don't you understand? Perhaps I can describe better"
“Nah, it’s no big deal. People have told me I’m not the best at understanding things, and I’m fine by that. I just want to be able to help people.”
"If that's how you feel then okay. But as I said, if you tell me what you didn't understand I can try to describe it better. I'm not used to existing around mortals who don't know much" he shrugs.
“It’s good, it’s good. So uh… what do you gods normally talk about?”
"Depends on what God we are. Soms talk about alliances, others talk about who they're fighting, what they're doing with their followers, ect. I personally don't see a point in fighting or anything else when everything will eventually crumble to dust. After all..." The ticking of his clocks stop, and the area around him ages and dies, leaving a barren circle of land, as his one remaining eye glows "nothing can stop the ticking of time" The ticking of his clocks resume, and the land grows back
“What a performance! But that’s true. Huh. I guess we mortals are REALLY insignificant to you guys, then.”
"To most gods, yes. I find mine more entertaining. Therefore I take them with me, and as a result they also do not age like most mortals do. They're probably somewhere in this world, I don't really keep much track of them unless they are in danger"
“Huh. So you keep mortals as like… pets? Slaves? Oh wait-that’s a little offensive to you. Not slaves.”
He grimiced "slaves are a horrible thing. And terribly terribly common. I have a more sense of morality than some... Of my fellow deities. My followers more fall into the child category. Both in the sense that I created them, and one of the only times I will ever attack anyone is if they are attacking my followers. Other than that I mostly leave them to their own devices unless I'm traversing timelines"
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"The place you would be thinking of is more of just a place where our true forms to reside. The physical forms you see are just avatars. They can die and to come back within a couple days, but our true forms cannot be destroyed. I just often spend existence in-between timelines. As a result I don't have the best sense of time which is kind of ironic." He chuckled "but outside of the timelines, time doesn't exist really in the same way so I can't really affect much, it's one of the few places I can be without having to hold back my abilities"
She tilts her head to the side. “Not sure I understand that, but alright. So… uh… what brings ya here?”
"Interest" he says simply. "This specific place had been barren for a long time, so I was interested when I felt the timeline moving. And what particularly don't you understand? Perhaps I can describe better"
“Nah, it’s no big deal. People have told me I’m not the best at understanding things, and I’m fine by that. I just want to be able to help people.”
"If that's how you feel then okay. But as I said, if you tell me what you didn't understand I can try to describe it better. I'm not used to existing around mortals who don't know much" he shrugs.
“It’s good, it’s good. So uh… what do you gods normally talk about?”
"Depends on what God we are. Soms talk about alliances, others talk about who they're fighting, what they're doing with their followers, ect. I personally don't see a point in fighting or anything else when everything will eventually crumble to dust. After all..." The ticking of his clocks stop, and the area around him ages and dies, leaving a barren circle of land, as his one remaining eye glows "nothing can stop the ticking of time" The ticking of his clocks resume, and the land grows back
“What a performance! But that’s true. Huh. I guess we mortals are REALLY insignificant to you guys, then.”
"To most gods, yes. I find mine more entertaining. Therefore I take them with me, and as a result they also do not age like most mortals do. They're probably somewhere in this world, I don't really keep much track of them unless they are in danger"
“Huh. So you keep mortals as like… pets? Slaves? Oh wait-that’s a little offensive to you. Not slaves.”
He grimiced "slaves are a horrible thing. And terribly terribly common. I have a more sense of morality than some... Of my fellow deities. My followers more fall into the child category. Both in the sense that I created them, and one of the only times I will ever attack anyone is if they are attacking my followers. Other than that I mostly leave them to their own devices unless I'm traversing timelines"
“That’s good. I don’t know what I would have done to someone who kept human slaves.” She chuckles. “Probably attack them and die.”
"Well this has been a constructive conversation. I should probably return to my duties, I however plan to visit, as you are quite entertaining. Tata" he bows, and disappears with the *bong* of a clock
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In the distance... The ground cracks, plants rising, but instead of healthy and green, they're dead, thorny, and thick. Desert like almost. From the dead Earth rises a figure, encased in a black armor, heavily spiked, the only visible feature being eyes though they are merely red glowing orbs, a similarly large heavy black sword rests at his waist, as he touches down, a feeling of pure rage flows through any creature nearby before finally fading down
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The sea boils, bubbles, foams and churns. A rectangular shape rises from the frothing ocean. A stage, rather badly water damaged, walking on four spindly wooden legs. It's red curtains open, and lights cone up, revealing a figure, dressed in flowing silks, and an impossibly beautiful silver mask. The are covered in chitin, and are framed by gaudy, fin like butterfly wings, with patterns like stained glass. Their hands taper into elegant three-digit crab claws, and their waist transitions into a lobsterlike tail, with humanoid legs inside of insectile ones
The silver leviathan preforms once more, and they await their siblings arrival
"Well this has been a constructive conversation. I should probably return to my duties, I however plan to visit, as you are quite entertaining. Tata" he bows, and disappears with the *bong* of a clock
“Uh, thanks!” She calls, as if he can still hear her (he probably can)
“Huh. So you keep mortals as like… pets? Slaves? Oh wait-that’s a little offensive to you. Not slaves.”
he/they
gods' vision
"Bringing a follower will make things more interesting"
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DEITY observes their developing ecosystem
Sarlok lazes on their cloud, watching their monsoons traverse the globe
Kather sits in her lean-to in the garden of unreality, the spear beside her, reaper's body on the floor in front of her. Her hands are around her knees, and she's shivering
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
“Whatever do you mean?”
he/they
gods' vision
"It’s a surprise"
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“I don’t like surprises.”
he/they
gods' vision
He grimiced "slaves are a horrible thing. And terribly terribly common. I have a more sense of morality than some... Of my fellow deities. My followers more fall into the child category. Both in the sense that I created them, and one of the only times I will ever attack anyone is if they are attacking my followers. Other than that I mostly leave them to their own devices unless I'm traversing timelines"
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"You will like this one"
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“That’s good. I don’t know what I would have done to someone who kept human slaves.” She chuckles. “Probably attack them and die.”
he/they
gods' vision
*cut with just*
“I am far too tired to make the walk today. I’d much rather just go in my godly form. If you’d like me to go, I’ll go alone.”
he/they
gods' vision
"Understandable"
*time skip*
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“Alright. Why couldn’t we have done this at my place?”
he/they
gods' vision
*cut with naner*
"Well this has been a constructive conversation. I should probably return to my duties, I however plan to visit, as you are quite entertaining. Tata" he bows, and disappears with the *bong* of a clock
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"I will show you"
"MONO"(the monodrone)
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*im gonna go draw, be back,*
he/they
gods' vision
In the distance... The ground cracks, plants rising, but instead of healthy and green, they're dead, thorny, and thick. Desert like almost. From the dead Earth rises a figure, encased in a black armor, heavily spiked, the only visible feature being eyes though they are merely red glowing orbs, a similarly large heavy black sword rests at his waist, as he touches down, a feeling of pure rage flows through any creature nearby before finally fading down
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FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED
The sea boils, bubbles, foams and churns. A rectangular shape rises from the frothing ocean. A stage, rather badly water damaged, walking on four spindly wooden legs. It's red curtains open, and lights cone up, revealing a figure, dressed in flowing silks, and an impossibly beautiful silver mask. The are covered in chitin, and are framed by gaudy, fin like butterfly wings, with patterns like stained glass. Their hands taper into elegant three-digit crab claws, and their waist transitions into a lobsterlike tail, with humanoid legs inside of insectile ones
The silver leviathan preforms once more, and they await their siblings arrival
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
“Huh. This is interesting. You said it was a… mono?”
he/they
gods' vision
“Uh, thanks!” She calls, as if he can still hear her (he probably can)
he/they
gods' vision
"No mono is its name"
"Mono fetch the prototype"
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