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Fantasy The Worst Pantheon: Live and Reloaded (IC Thread) (OPEN)

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A message flashed on Helsa’s eyeballs.
This...is...what...happens...when...you...invite...him.

Well, whoever...it...was...they...knew...marketing. And...they...knew...opportunity...when...they...saw...it! Hard...to...get...a...more...famous...event. Hey, snow...guys! Play...the...slideshow! Ah, yes, there’s...the...ticket. Anywho, you...said...something...interesting, there. Someone...worth...caring...about. So, what...does...someone...have...to...do...to...be...irredeemable? How...was...the...burning...cities...thing...something...to...just...brush...off? What...about...if...someone...had...evil...cults...of...witches? Or...a...vampire...warlord? Or...kidnaps...a...lovely...goddess...of...friendship...or...whatever. For...that...matter, you’re...always...grumpy...about...the...sleeping...guy, is...it...just...because...he’s...not...cute?

Ocaeril, looking at Ickol, then simply shook his head, letting out a chuckle. "Nobody is...Ahic! Irredeemable...I-I mean, look at me! A few thousand years ago, I was a brat that made a lot of abominations that died after a while because of poor designing- That sort of things. I-I wouldn't say I was evil, but holy hell was I a brat, I parted oceans, vandalized the halls, and I'm sure I did something to you to make you act this way to me- Which is fair enough, but then..."

Looking over at the front rows where Inqui was, a smile appeared over his face, as a drunken grin soon was formed. A chuckle came from his lips.

"I just...Needed a push in the right direction! So...Here's my question...Helsa...What do you feel now, about the whole- hic! Burning thing...? You think I can...Save you or whatever?"
 
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Ocaeril, looking at Ickol, then simply shook his head, letting out a chuckle. "Nobody is...Ahic! Irredeemable...I-I mean, look at me! A few thousand years ago, I was a brat that made a lot of abominations that died after a while because of poor designing- That sort of things. I-I wouldn't say I was evil, but holy hell was I a brat, I parted oceans, vandalized the halls, and I'm sure I did something to you to make you act this way to me- Which is fair enough, but then..."

Looking over at the front rows where Inqui was, a smile appeared over his face, as a drunken grin soon was formed. A chuckle came from his lips.

"I just...Needed a push in the right direction! So...Here's my question...Helsa...What do you feel now, about the whole- hic! Burning thing...? You think I can...Save you or whatever?"

Helsa just...stared at Ocaeril, having raised her head from the desk. She was quiet.
 
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Helsa just...stared at Ocaeril, having raised her head from the desk. She was quiet.

"...So? Is that a yes, no, or maybe? I need some confirmation, sistah."

...Sistah. He really just said that, huh. He's really drunk. Didn't he say he no longer considered Helsa his sister, anyways? Yeah, that must mean he's really drunk...

"...Actually, just...Answer the first question. Hic! Second one is probably awkward."
 
Helsa Conversational

"...So? Is that a yes, no, or maybe? I need some confirmation, sistah."

...Sistah. He really just said that, huh. He's really drunk. Didn't he say he no longer considered Helsa his sister, anyways? Yeah, that must mean he's really drunk...

"...Actually, just...Answer the first question. Hic! Second one is probably awkward."

"...it was a stupid decision. Made no sense to my plans, and it didn't even work." She eventually said, quiet.
 
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"...it was a stupid decision. Made no sense to my plans, and it didn't even work." She eventually said, quiet.

"...So...You regret it?" Ocaeril asked, getting a bit closer to Helsa and sitting back on his chair, his expression a bit softer.
 
Ickol ate popcorn with a bored look on her face.

What's...the...deal...anyway? She’s...the...goddess...of...sin. Why...should...she...need...a...reason...to...do...bad? Or...feel...guilty...about...it? That...would...be...like...you...deciding...to...turn...into...a...giant...and...squashing...people.”
 
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"...So...You regret it?" Ocaeril asked, getting a bit closer to Helsa and sitting back on his chair, his expression a bit softer.

"...in a way." She was barely audible when she said that. "Though, mostly because of the Spanksgiving thing...can we move onto our next guest now?!"
 
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"...in a way." She was barely audible when she said that. "Though, mostly because of the Spanksgiving thing...can we move onto our next guest now?!"
FINALLY! Bye...bye...dirt...boy. Spanks...for...nothing. The...door’s...over...there. Anyways, a...certain...dragon...god...certainly...has...the...mystique...to...bring...back...the...viewers...that...left...during...that...snooze...fest. Unfortunately, he’s...probably...still...sleeping. But...I...hear...we...may...have...an...inside...source. Is...this...true, Helsa?
 
FINALLY! Bye...bye...dirt...boy. Spanks...for...nothing. The...door’s...over...there. Anyways, a...certain...dragon...god...certainly...has...the...mystique...to...bring...back...the...viewers...that...left...during...that...snooze...fest. Unfortunately, he’s...probably...still...sleeping. But...I...hear...we...may...have...an...inside...source. Is...this...true, Helsa?

Helsa smiled, almost instantly recovering from the incident. "Indeed we do! A native to an ancient city associated with said dragon god! Please welcome, Tabbris!"

"...uhh...how do we get him here from the city?"
 
Ickol ate popcorn with a bored look on her face.

What's...the...deal...anyway? She’s...the...goddess...of...sin. Why...should...she...need...a...reason...to...do...bad? Or...feel...guilty...about...it? That...would...be...like...you...deciding...to...turn...into...a...giant...and...squashing...people.”
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"...in a way." She was barely audible when she said that. "Though, mostly because of the Spanksgiving thing...can we move onto our next guest now?!"

Ocaeril then shook his head, before speaking once more.

"So? Can't we choose our own paths anymore because of our spheres? If I'm the god of life, does that mean I have to create monsters and such? Just because she is the goddess of sin doesn't mean she is evil...Isn't that the case with you or something, Ickol? Aren't you the-- Hic! Hic! Hic! Blergh...Goddess of Monsters or something like that? Yet, you're kind to most of us..."

Ocaeril then slowly got up, making his way towards the front row, before looking at Helsa.

"We may be gods...But in the end, we're all humans. Denying emotions and change is...Y'know, wrong. But, have fun with the rest, babes..."

With that, Ocaeril sat on the front row with Inqui and Abby, unaware of what he said.
 
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Helsa smiled, almost instantly recovering from the incident. "Indeed we do! A native to an ancient city associated with said dragon god! Please welcome, Tabbris!"

"...uhh...how do we get him here from the city?"
Krassmas...magic. With...a...little...belief, anything...is...possible! For...instance, this...door...can...lead...to...Arqua...with...a...little...belief. Believe....people, believe!

Ickol draws a door in chalk on the wall.
Ocaeril then shook his head, before speaking once more.

"So? Can't we choose our own paths anymore because of our spheres? If I'm the god of life, does that mean I have to create monsters and such? Just because she is the goddess of sin doesn't mean she is evil...Isn't that the case with you or something, Ickol? Aren't you the-- Hic! Hic! Hic! Blergh...Goddess of Monsters or something like that?"

Ocaeril then slowly got up, making his way towards the front row, before looking at Helsa.

"We may be gods...But in the end, we're all humans. Denying emotions and change is...Y'know, wrong. But, have fun with the rest, babes..."

With that, Ocaeril sat on the front row with Inqui and Abby, unaware of what he said.
Oh. You’re...still...here. Great. But...yes. Choose...your...own...paths. That’s...the...first...agreeable...thing...I’ve...heard...you...say, dirt...head. Although...it...appears...you...have...a...completely...warped...understanding...of...the...situation. And...no. I’m...not...affiliated...with...monsters. That’s...the...gambler. You...know? The...guy...that...actually...is...the...one...called...the...beast? I’m...the...one...that...actually...fits...your...little...naval...gazing, there. I’m...the...one...that’s...the...best...at...denial. Now, if...you’ll...excuse...me, your...time...is...up. It’s...time...for...the...next...guest.

Ickol flings open the door, revealing Arqua.

Calling...Tabbris. Come...in...Tabbris.
Selee-01 Selee-01
 
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Krassmas...magic. With...a...little...belief, anything...is...possible! For...instance, this...door...can...lead...to...Arqua...with...a...little...belief. Believe....people, believe!

Ickol draws a door in chalk on the wall.

Oh. You’re...still...here. Great. But...yes. Choose...your...own...paths. That’s...the...first...agreeable...thing...I’ve...heard...you...say, dirt...head. Although...it...appears...you...have...a...completely...warped...understanding...of...the...situation. And...no. I’m...not...affiliated...with...monsters. That’s...the...gambler. You...know? The...guy...that...actually...is...the...one...called...the...beast? I’m...the...one...that...actually...fits...your...little...naval...gazing, there. I’m...the...one...that’s...the...best...at...denial. Now, if...you’ll...excuse...me, your...time...is...up. It’s...time...for...the...next...guest.

Ickol flings open the door, revealing Arqua.

Calling...Tabbris. Come...in...Tabbris.
Selee-01 Selee-01
The masked man stumbled through the doorway, the crack in his mask almost healed.

"Huh? What's happening?"
 
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"I could ask what that is, but I have another question to get to! Is there anything you can tell our many viewers about Arqa?"
"The air is poisonous, the water is radioactive, all my friends and family are mutated horrors or dead and it's got a spa in the Third District."
 
At the mention of Arqa, and overall, Yimor in general, Ocaeril's expression hardened.

It was barely noticeable...But a small portion of the skin in the back of his hands suddenly became dust, revealing nothing but white clouds and essence. Whispers could be heard around him of millions of people who died in Zeruel's attack but came back. Only those who were extremely close to him could hear it, and despite Inqui and Abby being close to him, they possibly couldn't hear it, either.

'That too will fall, Yimor. Just you wait, you fucking...Mongoloid. Hic.
The Truth will...
Catch up with you. I will catch up with you...
...Now if you excuse me, I got babes to watch- GAH, MORE DRINKING!
'

Glub glub glub
 
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"...If it is, I haven't noticed...how long do you think it has been since Arqa…"
"A few decades? All I remember about the rest of the world was a bunch of mad gods creating and destroying anything in sight. And then one crashed into Arqa and fought Yimor'droth."
 
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"A few decades? All I remember about the rest of the world was a bunch of mad gods creating and destroying anything in sight. And then one crashed into Arqa and fought Yimor'droth."

"...Hm. I think it might have been a bit longer than that, considering how the world is not horribly toxic and mutated to my knowledge."
 
"A few decades? All I remember about the rest of the world was a bunch of mad gods creating and destroying anything in sight. And then one crashed into Arqa and fought Yimor'droth."
Interesting. Hmmm, then...that...means...you’re...from-hm, hey, Lucious, got...a...question...for...the...visitor?

Ickol appeared uncharacteristically nervous.
 

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