Fantasy No Mortals (Accepting new characters!)

[Rurnur]

No Mortals

A character-driven, over-the-top, sci-fi/fantasy roleplay



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You awake in a wasteland devoid of life, your mind empty of memories, but your body, filled with unlimited energy. Nothing can touch you, but you have the power to destroy it all.




You're an Immortal, your soul is filled with a unique energy that you can produce and manipulate at will, your body cannot be harmed, only your soul, and only by the energy of another Immortal. Will you fight to protect the mortals of this world? Increase your power through determination? Or will you devour the souls of Mortals and Immortals alike? Gaining endless power in order to become a demon?






In this roleplay, you can create an "Immortal" character with an ability of your choosing such as "Fire" "Water" etc. Along with this ability, your body can no longer be harmed and no longer requires food or water. Also, your basic physical abilities such as speed, strength and endurance will all be increased to inhuman levels based upon your experience as an Immortal. You can choose to introduce your character at any point in your journey, whether it be at the point after you make your away off the desolate planet you woke up on, or perhaps when you have already made a name for yourself throughout the universe, and have become a well-known celebrity. You will be given free reign to continue the story however you like, whether it be to consume the souls of any beings you come across in order to gain power, or prove yourself to be the most powerful Immortal in a tournament, gaining the adoration of fans across the universe.


Alternatively, you may begin your journey as a Mortal, and follow a different path, check out the overview and extra lore tabs for more information.







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Rules

- No godmodding or metagaming, and do not force romance into the plot


- No one liners, make your posts at least a small paragraph of 3-4 lines, though if you are in a conversation/battle with someone who is able to respond immediately, small posts are not an issue


- Post at least once every 2-3 days, and let me know if you'll be inactive, also do not join if you plan to be inactive for weeks at a time


- Proof read your posts, and do not use difficult to read or small text in your posts


- If you are unable to keep up with the pace of other roleplayers, and as a result are slowing the roleplay as a whole, you may be asked to increase your post frequency or be removed from the RP.

 

[Loex Ibetink]

Amongst the growing tide of humanity across the solar system, one planet appeared to be preparing for something. Everyone from visitors to this red planet to the folk who lived here for years were excited for this event. Advertised throughout the conquered galaxy, upon Mars something big was planned. A massive celebration of...someone. Some called it a celebration for Loex, some claimed Laughing Man. There were even a few who appeared to say the celebration of the Flesh Lord. In the end, it didn't really matter. It was a massive celebration with something to please everyone. Torturers, average party goers, sexual deviants. Everything and anything could happen in this mass, worldwide celebration. And so, the Fleshlord made his appearance, greeting every single person who comes by personally. Taller than the humans, he had to stoop down, Jester cap dropping slightly due to how gravity worked. Clad in a black and red Jester outfit, and a smiling skull mask, he amused and slightly scared the humans. All it took was giggling and a friendly hello to ease these fears. Maybe important people will come to his party, hopefully.

 

[St. Boethius]

On Adrian's new world the Parns had yet to figure out space travel though his people did receive the message of a large festive event on Mars. Adrian himself sat in an old decrepit temple that had been the first built in his name before the Parn could craft with metal and glass. It was within this grand stone temple that the Bringer of Disease resided. Far removed from the noise and racket of the 'modern' era. Adrian had long since withdrawn from the affairs of the little Parns he allowed to grow so many millennia ago. He was content to just watch as the Parn bicker and fight among themselves. Every so often Adrian would release a new virus upon them to keep them on their toes and make them fear his wrath once more. However in the past few hundred years Adrian has noticed that his diseases are less and less reminding the people of his power. They see him more as an incorporeal being that watches over them from afar rather than someone that still lives among them. This was the first time that Adrian could honestly say he was enraged at the actions of another. After so many centuries on the side lines Adrian was about to come back in a large way.


Adrian walked out of his old stone temple his energy rolling off his body as he looked out at the world he had abandoned. He could remember when the lush forests that surround his temple were nothing more than dust. His anger still burning within him Adrian could hear the sounds of a city not too far from him, not to him anyway, and sprinted to the city with such speed that it only took him 10 minutes before the lush green scenery turned into a metropolitan city. Adrian was bewildered by what he was seeing, building much larger than his temple, made of glass and metal. People moving in metal transports, not to mention how they were dressed. Adrian himself was still dressed in very ancient attire that hadn't been washed since he first put it on. " My my.... I take a nap for a little bit and everything changes." Adrian muttered as he could see that his strange appearance and no doubt stench was quickly garnering attention from passing crowds. Rather than saying anything further Adrian released a large amount of his energy which took the form of a deadly miasma that spread through the city. As the Parns died from Adrian's disease their bodies, grotesquely disfigured from the disease, were then turned into an incubator that would create monstrosities from the body of the host. All the while Adrian consumed the souls of those who died as punishment for their arrogance. As the first city fell to disease The Monsters created by the virus scatted to the wind to spread Adrian's message, " I have returned, and You will remember who has allowed you all to exist on his world."

 

[Splat]

Vincent stood atop a mountain, looking down at the land before him. This planet had life on it, but he could sense there were no immortals here. The ground was covered with something that resembled grass, but the blades were much smaller, softer, and purple. It was almost like the entire planet was covered in a purple carpet. Trees of orange and blue sprouted up the mountain-side all the way to the top, unlike the mountains of Earth. It was humid, and it burned Vincent's skin. As a light rain began, drops would hit his skin and melt it away. The water here must be extremely acidic. That's why the plants are so different. They had to evolve to be able to survive this rain... Vincent thought to himself.


He almost took off to begin toward the next planet, but he felt an unnatural presence. Looking down at a puddle of acidic water, he saw what the rain had turned him into. The damage was nothing permanent, in fact his skin was healing almost as fast as it was burning, but he looked like a zombie. Shaking his head, he manipulated his body into an electrical current and began riding the water through the air at rapid speeds. Light a lightning bolt, he singed any plant life that he came near, odd colored flames decorating the skyline as he left it behind.


Finally, arriving at the point of the disturbance, he could see what was giving him this odd feeling. He had felt no life on this planet, so he did not understand how this came to be, but what it showed was frightening. Vincent stepped into the ruin, and all around him the walls were painted into one massive mural. Galaxies were enveloped in a black miasma, turning the planets inside into skeletal wastelands. Nearly the entire left side of the room was painted black, the planets inside the miasma different shades of grey and death. Toward the center of the room was a planet that looked like Earth. No, it was Earth, but he could tell it represented more. Earth represents the heart of the human empire. Their land of origin. The miasma wrapped itself around Earth like claws holding a fresh kill in its grasp. It had begun to gray in places, but the majority of the planet was still full of color.


In the miasma Vincent could make out the face of a man he had never seen before. It was distorted by evil, but there was one thing for sure. This man was what caused, or is what will cause this galactic apocalypse. He could not know whether this mural depicted events that have already happened, or an event that is foretold to happen. Whatever it was, Vincent knew he had to stop it. Not just for humanity, but for the good of the universe.


The building did not sit well with Vincent, so he called several powerful lightning bolts down upon it. It barely took any damage. Odd. Finally, riding a bolt into the sky, he drew his blade. Electricity flew through his body into it, making it hum with power. The blue glow became stronger, and Vincent took his stance in the sky, point aimed at the building. Finally, he rode a powerful bolt of lightning down onto the building. Like a bomb, the impact of the attack sent the building shattering into pieces, a mushroom cloud of dust launching itself into the air. The feeling was gone now that the building had been destroyed, but Vincent knew there was more out there to find. He took off into the sky at invisible speed, breaking through the sound barrier so roughly that the rubble around him shook and blew apart.
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[Trust]

"I... What..? Where am I...?" Fran mumbled, crawling up to her feet in the middle of a vast, grey, barren waste land. "Did something happen..?" She wondered aloud, her mind a bit fuzzy and finding it hard to really understand anything. She began walking, unsure of what to do, her mind numb with confusion. All she could feel was this strange surge of power coursing through her body, sending pleasant shivers down her spine. "Hello?!" She called, knowing noone would hear her but calling anyway, trying to stave off this feeling of being all alone. "Hello!!?" She called again. "Did something happen here?!" She yelled into the vastness of the area, her voice sounding unnaturally small. "Let's recall the events..." Shd mumbled, comforting herself with her own voice. "I... Woke up.. And... Why can't I remember..?" She asked, clutching her head.


She kept walking on the soft ground of death, giving up on asking questions and getting no answers. "On the brightside, I don't feel tired at all" she murmured after walking for several hours. She began running and found that she could move incredibly fast, like she was cutting through the air rather than just pushing through it. After about two hours of running she finally found the end of the massive deadlands. Soft green grass signified it's end. She did what she felt compelled to do and dropped into it and began rolling around, feeling rather silly but not caring as it was enjoyable. "Now then!" She smiled while standing up, a few blades of grass in her hair. "Let's see what happened, shall we?" She laughed and sprinted off through the fields of freedom and away from that desolate land of nothingness

 

[Noivian]

Her first sensation was the feeling of the charred and blackened earth beneath her. Her fingers dug into the packed dirt as best as they could, fingernails scraping up small pebbles and dust. There wasn't a breeze, and the sun overhead created a sweltering heat. Yet Nova found there was no light, nor was she discomforted by the heat. Straining her ears, she struggled to pick up the sound of... anything nearby. There was nothing, no wind in the trees, no voices of living things...


Something seemed missing from her memory. Or rather, it was odd she still remembered her name, and who she was. Human. She was human. Or she had been. Something had happened hadn't it? But she couldn't recall anything. The only thing that stuck with her was this uneasy sensation that she was different now, stronger, faster... magical, almost.


Opening her eyes, Nova was bombarded with the light of the sun. Gathering her arms closer to her body, she pressed the ground and moved to a sitting position, feeling the jacket on her back move forwards to bump into her. Her hair, a dark ebony color, fell partly in her face. Crimson eyes examined the dark locks, and a finger rose to twirl them curiously. She lifted her gaze to examine the desolate landscape, charred and practically flattened in all directions. Standing, her floor length coat came to partly cover the simple black outfit she wore underneath, all the way down to black boots as she walked across the landscape.


It was so hot out... Realizing she should have been sweating after walking this long, Nova paused to ponder this. She wondered why she wasn't bothered by the heat. Raising a hand to her face to pat it for sweat, she paused when her hand ignited. But she didn't feel anything. The fire felt almost cool to her touch. The fire would have been hot to anyone else, but for her, it was not so.


Odd. Very odd.

 

[Splat]

As Vincent skipped from lifeless planet to planet, he began to feel as if he was getting closer to... Something. It was not the unsettling feeling like the one from the temple before. No, this was... It was definitely an immortal like himself. The presence was warm and powerful, and it grew stronger as he began to approach a nearby blue super-giant star. Normally super-giant stars are only red, as they begin to grow to extreme sizes as they die, but... On occasion, there is a naturally gigantic star like this one, yet still in its 'prime'.


Vincent skipped from planet to planet, getting closer and closer to the star. Finally, landing on the second closest planet to the giant blue sun, he felt the presence nearby. It was uncomfortably warm here. Such temperatures would have turned a mortal to ash within seconds. The ground melted his rubber shoes, causing a sticky goo to track his footsteps as he walked. Eventually it was just his bare feet, cooking against the broiling hot surface of this planet.


After following the presence for a while, the horizon gave view of a girl in the distance. Her dark hair was set in place, undisturbed by the wind this planet lacked. She seemed immune to the heat, which made him wonder what kind of powers she possessed, if any. He was only assuming she had an ability. If she was immortal like him, he could know think of a reason why she would not. It did not make sense that he would be the only one.


The air was so dry here that attempting to travel to her by his normal means was impossible. Luckily though, the red dirt of this planet had a strong amount of iron in it, among other metals. Turning himself into an electrical current, he rode the ores of the planet across the vast, russet colored desert. When he felt that he was close enough, he emerged from the ground in a flash of lightning.


"Hello. My name is Husky. Are you like me?"



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@Noivian

 

[Noivian]

Nova blinked at Vincent's sudden appearance. She could feel the sparks fly off him when he appeared, and took a moment to look him over. He was barefoot: something had happened to his shoes? Her clothes were knit together with fire, giving the fabric a wavy appearance up close, almost like the flame patterning on her clothes was moving. It also was immune to heating and melting, thankfully for her. From any distance, the clothes did look like normal clothes, and did a good job completely covering her. She considered for a moment offering to make him a new pair of shoes out of fire, before remembering that it wasn't natural to have an immunity to fire and heat, like she did.


When he asked if she was like him, she took a moment to look him over again. He seemed to put out the same body heat she did, along with a certain... radiation that she had grown to view as a sort of magic she possessed. She looked to her hand, still alight with fire, and remembered how he appeared in a flash of electricity. It seemed they were similar, at least from her perspective. "I'm Nova, and I do think we're alike," she responded with a nod.


@Splat

 

[Splat]

Up close, the girl shimmered as if made of fire. A heat radiated from her body as if she were a second sun. Vincent walked up to her and extended a hand. A painless spark of electricity flew between his hand and her skin. "Sorry. I am Husky." As he spoke his alias a second time, his golden eye shined brighter. "Does your planet have a name?" Vincent had all kinds of questions, but his natural character directed him to ask them one at a time. He did not want to overload her. She also seemed very confused.

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@Noivian

 

[Noivian]

Nova flinched as a spark flew between them, and hesitated, debating shaking his hand. In the end, she conceeded to being polite. Making friends would help her in the long run rather than making enemies. Retracting her hand after the shake, she looked to the ground. "I don't recall if this planet had a name. It's rather close to the sun, though, huh?" she observed. The bleak and harsh looking landscape deserved an equally bleak and harsh name... but Nova also wanted to name it something majestic. A name bubbled up from her thoughts, and tumbled out her mouth. "Solluna. Let's call it Solluna."


@Splat

 

[Splat]

Vincent nodded. "Solluna it is, then."


Looking up at the giant blue sun above, Vincent had just about had enough of this heat. They would have to go several planets away to get somewhere cooler, but all the planets near here are either a Gas planet or have all kinds of annoying hindrances like the acidic one earlier. They would have to search for one, but it shouldn't take too long. Then a thought popped into his head. She seemed like a decent enough... person.


"I should warn you... Your name. Nova." Weight carried as he spoke it. He felt the air noticeably heat up, as if reacting to it. "Husky is not my real name. If anyone asks... Your name is Pyre." Names among immortals carried weight. "Do not worry. I will not share your name with others, if there are any. It is not my secret to tell..." He nodded to himself, as if silently making the promise not only to her, but to his own morality.


"On a previous planet I visited before, searching for someone like you, I found something." The mural reappeared in his mind. The remnant feeling of evil gave the memory life. In his head, the miasma moved and enveloped even more of the galaxy in black. "It is common on the ruins of Earth for foretold disasters to be portrayed through pictures and massive paintings, predicting an event to come. The same is true for events that have already happened." He had still not figured out if the mural was a telling of a past or present story. "I came upon a ruin showcasing a disturbing mural. The universe... It was being devoured by a black... substance. I believe it may be a prophecy of an event that has yet to begin." Vincent's simplistic explanation of the ruin did not help. Though he could not help it. He has never had to explain anything to someone before, truly. Every other instance of conversation he had previously had with another intelligent being had been as a God, through non-conventional means.


The light reflected off of Vincent's golden eye as he spoke. "Does this make sense? Sorry, I cannot show you. I destroyed it. It... bothered me." Part of him regretted destroying it now, though there was nothing that could be done. "Do you... Want to end this universe?" It was a loaded question. There was no realistic way Nova could answer, unless she had a gut feeling. Vincent got the 'I don't know where I am or what's out there' vibe.

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@Noivian

 

[Noivian]

Nova nodded. Pyre? It was an interesting name, but Nova supposed keeping her name secret was a good idea. After all, she could all but feel the increased energy in the air when he spoke her name. Well, she supposed that was that. She was Pyre now. At his description of the mural, she knitted her eyebrows and tilted her head to the side. What the heck was he talking about? "I don't really believe in prophecies, so you might have been overreacting. Besides. I don't want to end this universe. I just got here, why would I end it?"


@Splat

 

[Splat]

Vincent shook his head. Of course she would not be out to destroy the universe. "Sorry. I am just over thinking things." He shifted uncomfortably in the heat. Beads of sweat began to drip from his forehead. His ability was a natural heat conductor, too. He felt bad an immortal on this planet with no natural resistance to this heat, if there were any. "Would you mind moving to another planet? It is... Uncomfortably warm here."



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@Noivian

 

[Noivian]

Nova's head tilted the other way, but she understood that it was hot here. She knew what heat was, but it failed to affect her in the slightest. "Sure, I suppose we can move, if you want to," Nova nods, her face returning to normal. Pushing off the land, she found it wasn't hard to stay afloat. It was like anime logic. Shooting fire out the bottom of her feet, she lifted off the ground, leaving the planet's atmosphere and heading towards a planet further from the sun.

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

Push. Pull. Up and Down. Gravity was such an amusing concept, everything in the universe was affected by it. Even the smallest amount of dust held a gravitational pull. The Larger and Denser and object became, the more strength it's gravity had. Gravity was the weakest of the forces of the universe. However, it was dominant the larger it became.


Alexander pondered this concept as he flew through the vacuum of space, two pure black spheres rotating in front of him. These spheres were the purest form of his Gravity Energy. With these, he could fly at near light speeds. However, he rarely flew at these speeds. Near light speed travel was impossibly difficult to navigate. Moving at nearly night speed made it impossible to actually see anything, and Alexander loved to enjoy the sights.


Since the day he'd left his planet, he'd been traveling in random directions, stopping at various planets to experience the civilizations there. He often pretended to be a normal denizen of that planet, forgoing the use of his powers. He usually decided that he'd leave once he was forced to use his abilities. That was often. He couldn't help but try and aid people and other races, sometimes he made things better and sometimes not.


Most of the time, he wondered about his abilities, trying to find the limits of his power.

 

[St. Boethius]

As his virus ravaged the city Adrian looked towards the sky with a sigh. He would only cull this city he decided. He knew the other Immortals within the Red Zone would be bothered enough by his actions and he didn't need to be ostracized from the others. The virus, spawned from Adrian's energy behaved very differently than any sort of virus the Parn had experienced before. Starting from where Adrian stood the ground became covered in an fleshing membrane that quickly spread to cover several buildings in the area. Any human unfortunate enough to become infected would experience a multitude of rapidly evolving syptoms that would leave the infected with very limited intelligence, prone to violence, and grotesquely malformed into strange looking creatures. As the virus evolved and spread across the city the infected began to become more combat able. Because of the rapid spread of the disease the city didn't offer much resistance. However the Parn were quick to respond and sent in the military to quell the virus. Adrian didn't do anything to help either side of the fight and simply left the planet as a whole. It had been quite a while since he visited with other immortals.


Through out the universe Adrian was regarded with respect and praise for his usually gentle and humble nature. Most mortals knew not to gain his ire and as for his fellow immortals Adrian has been quite friendly. The only bad things heard about him were the occasional plauges he set upon his people. Searching for his fellow immortals he sort of floated in space inside a giant virus searching for other immortals.


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[Loex Ibetink]

Even when the alert came from some distinct race on another planet , none on Mars saw the alarm. Stations abandoned for this most joyous of days. A day for all types of joys to be experienced and people from all over to enjoy themselves. All this joy and crowds of flesh based life, namely humans and animals, empowered the Fleshlord. His mere presence could be felt outside the planet, albeit not very far. Those who could feel it become somewhat...blissful.


Amongst the crowds, various activities took place. Ranging from simple affection and joys to the darker aspects. Of course, the two were separated. This day was meant for everyone. So those who wished to experience the darker joys of life grouped more towards the shadier part of the main city on Mars, whilst the more pleasant joys grouped closer to the designated landing areas for space craft and others who happen to fly by. Maybe one day mortals will develop natural flight and those spots will be used.

 

[Trust]

Fran ran a while longer, confused by her current predicament but relieved a little over her worry by her rolling in the grass. It took her quite a while but she finally realised she wasn't wearing anything, like she was some sort of brand new being formed in the center of that huge dead land she had just escaped from. "Cities... Towns... Villages... Anything will do" she groaned to herself. "Where even is this damn place..." She pondered, resting a hand on her chin and rubbing at it in an attempt to focus her thoughts. She finally realised that she had walked into a forested area. Nothing really spectacular, Just a lot of regular trees, and a few forest animals. She laughed as she finally found some sort of landmark before considering something. She moved towards one of the trees and lightly picked it up. To her surprise, she could and she uprooted the entire tree. "That's increased agility... Endurance and strength... What else I wonder, and what cost..? Because I'm fairly sure my mere memories weren't worth this strength... Guess I'll never know unless someone tells me" she mumbled with a resignated sigh, walking further through the forest with a strange, inexplicable hunger. Well, hunger wasn't the right word, more like a lust. Like food couldn't cut it anymore and she had to consume something else.

 

[Splat]

Vincent wandered around the galaxy, passing up the gas giants in hopes of finding a planet with a stable, comfortable atmosphere. Nova flew behind him, silently. Not that any noise could be made in space, anyway. Finally, after a few hours of flying, Vincent picked a calm, green planet to land on. Once he entered the atmosphere, his body transformed into a lightning bolt, spiking him into the ground at near light speed.


This planet was much calmer. Tranquil, full of life and greenery. It was misting currently, causing his close to lightly dampen and cling to his body. The coolness felt nice, though he felt the sudden temperature change might bother Nova. Though there was also the possibility that this light mist might evaporate before it even reached her. She was pretty hot, after all. (Literally hot. Pun on attractive. )


After waiting for Nova to land, he asked more questions. "Do you know what you are?"



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@Noivian

 

[Sagittarius]

Something was wrong.

But Camira couldn't tell what. She had woken up laying down, looking straight up at the sky. This in and of itself shouldn't have been disorienting. After all, waking up was normal, wasn't it? That thought was what made her realize what the problem was- Camira couldn't recall anything that had happened before she'd awoken. She had no memory of going to sleep. That was what came before waking up, right? Observing her surroundings, Camira realized how unnatural her situation was. There was plush green all around her, spreading out to any surrounding areas. Flowers sparsely grew in small patches nearby. A small breeze could be felt, but it was contained to only a small area. Almost like a bubble, the wind didn't carry anywhere outside of Camira's own personal space. Now that was definitely strange.


Looking down, Camira noticed that she was wearing a simple white blouse and tan shorts. Not exactly pajama material. Who slept outside, anyway? The more she thought about it, the less things made sense. She hadn't simply woken up here- she couldn't think of any memories before this. That was enough of a starting point. She'd have to save any other questions for after she found civilization of some kind (or another person at least). The only other thing still bothering her wasn't what she didn't know, but what she did. Why did she know what little she did if she'd apparently just came into being?


"And what's this...?" Camira wondered out loud, crouching down to get a better look. She could feel the green vegetation with her hands. It was literally everywhere. And its name was right on the tip of her tongue- of all things, why was this the word that slipped her mind?

 

[Petroshka]

"Congratulations on your promotion Ms. Acantha" a voice flooded her ears as she opened her eyes. Her smile could only grow larger. "I dont feel any different than i was before" she looked around seeing the scienti.. Biologists run scans all over her and tapping into computer consoles. "After a few scans you will be escorted into the training grounds where we will observe you and document your new found abilities.


How tiresome and yet intriguing at the same time. But still she smiled, the first step on this long road she pathe for herself has been completed. Becoming an immortal, although this was much quicker than she had expected nontheless. She could definitely feel some kind of power surging throughout her body.


"Restraints are being released" one of the biologists told her. Soon enough the shackles on her arms legs and waist snapped open.


"Here" another biologist handed her some clothing


"It would be a little weird for you to be demonstrating while naked now would it?" She chuckled.


"Would it?" Acantha replied grabbing the clothes and putting them on


Soon enough four armed men walked through the doors "ms. Acantha" one of them spoke. Acantha simply shruged and walked towards them


"Will one of you boys hold my hand?" She said chuckling. Acantha gestured her hand out. They all assumed the 'uh no' formation scratching the backs of their heads and looking into the distance.


Acantha, amused by this, walked passed them.


"I suppose not"

 

[St. Boethius]

As Adrian floated through space searching for new immortals to bring into the fold he happened to near Mars and remembered the celebration that a fellow immortal was throwing. Figuring he might as well check in and see how the celebration was going Adrian descended to the planet. His virus transport making sure he landed without any collateral damage. Once he did land however the transpot shriveled and died allowing Adrian to walk around the planet and the ensuing celebration that seemed to be happening around the entire planet. Most of the mortals knew who he was and didn't approach for fear that even coming near him would infect them with something and ruin their fun.


@Loex Ibetink

 

[Loex Ibetink]

As Adrian landed, Loex shivered. He himself didn't really know much about Adrian besides a few tales told by the partygoers on his planet. Nearly constant partying, save for the bare minimum of sleep. Yet this new energy felt...sickly. As if this was his polar opposite. Was this his lost twin who deals with rot and decay? No no, too far fetched. Probably just infection. The weakness to his energy. Oh well, might as well greet him.


For a second, his avatar flashed before changing. Fleshy wings pushed themselves from his shoulder blades with odd tearing sounds. If he was a mortal, that might have hurt like hell. It was more a prickly sensation as he used his energy to manipulate his avatar. With a few practice flaps, off he went, unsettling a bit of dust beneath him. He flew through the sky, giggling as he found this amusing. Off he went towards this toxic energy.


A few minutes of flying and he quickly found him upon the planet. So, how does one actually land? Turns out, face first. Down came the immortal, head first. Giggling, he stood up, skull mask cracked slightly. "G'day mate, what brings you here on this amazing day of celebration for me?"

 

[Petroshka]

"Subject appears to secrete a form of string throughtout her body, although invisible to the naked eye she can see them clearly, there is a constant large mass of said strings idly flowing around the subject forming a protective barrier. Said barrier passively projects the subject. It automatically stops fast projectiles and at her will protects her against other means of harm. So far any attempts to break said barrier through conventional means have met with failure. although the subject says that another immortal's abilities leave a very noticable dent in this barrier. Only a high concentration of an immortal's abilities can break these strings it seems. We have dubbed this barrier the 'absolute defense'"


Acantha read the report on her ability.


"Absolute defense eh? Very.. Original."


"This subject can also use these strings to passively listen and scout the area, perfect considering her already concrete role as a scout."


Acantha scoffed at this part of the report, scouting... It wasnt her most favored position but it at least it wasnt boring, for the most part.


"Her main offensive abilities would have to be her strings ability to turn razor sharp in an instant cutting through most compounds. Although most of her strands are relatively short ranged a good number are very long"


Acantha yawned, and continued to walk to her quarters. A week after gaining her new found powers and it has been non-stop testing, testing testing testing. Only now were the tests ended.


"So shes the new artifical? Shes so.." Acantha heard from one of her 'comrades' but decided to ignore it. Soon she got to her quarters and fell ontop of her bed. Staring up at the ceiling. Remembering the mission briefing.


"Tomorrow you will be sent outside of the Grand Fleet for further recon. Report back to us as soon possible if anything of note comes up"


She closed her eyes her smile still on.

 

[St. Boethius]

Adrian looked over the immortal for a moment before offering a slight bow, " I am Nanautzin, and I came here to investigate the aura I felt on your planet. I certainly didn't expect to find a planet wide party." The sickly immortal was adorned with in what would look like ancient Aztec grabs as that was when he withdrew from his people. " What sort of celebration is this that calls for such.... intimate contact?" Nanautzin was clearly disturbed by how easily he could infect this entire species at this celebration, but just because it was easy didn't he would actually go through with it. He didn't want to earn the ire of the fleshmonger.


@Loex Ibetink