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

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"Statues? They're interesting. Frozen moments in somebody's life, captured in unfeeling rock."

"Well, the statue I just created with my MIND is not frozen or unfeeling at all! In fact, it's very angry!"

...was the room shaking?

"Lucius..."

"In fact, it does nothing but scream loudly and attack everyone in sight!"

The room was definitely shaking.

"Lucius."

"And it's ridiculously powerful too!"

"LUCIUS-!"

And then a giant statue slammed through a wall and screamed in pure rage.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
 
"Well, the statue I just created with my MIND is not frozen or unfeeling at all! In fact, it's very angry!"

...was the room shaking?

"Lucius..."

"In fact, it does nothing but scream loudly and attack everyone in sight!"

The room was definitely shaking.

"Lucius."

"And it's ridiculously powerful too!"

"LUCIUS-!"

And then a giant statue slammed through a wall and screamed in pure rage.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ocaeril sighed at this, before, he quickly got up from- Okay nah it's comfy here still, he's gonna keep sat down- Chakra flowing from his body, as then, without even doing any hand seals, lightning shot from his hands, in the form of a dragon, and towards the statues head.

| Lightning Style: Kirin, Form 1 |

"Seriously, my child, can you think about nice puppies? The show is gonna have a LOT of cuts!"
 
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Ocaeril sighed at this, before, he quickly got up from- Okay nah it's comfy here still, he's gonna keep sat down- Chakra flowing from his body, as then, without even doing any hand seals, lightning shot from his hands, and towards the statues head.

"Seriously, my child, can you think about nice puppies? The show is gonna have a LOT of cuts!"

The statue's head exploded into stone chunks, before collapsing.

"No." Lucius said in the most dry tone he could muster.
 
The statue's head exploded into stone chunks, before collapsing.

"No." Lucius said in the most dry tone he could muster.

If his throat was dry, perhaps he needed a drink. Ocaeril snapped his fingers, as the wine started to pour down Lucius throat. It was...Way more toxic than his own. Lucius better have a good bladder and a good resistance to alcohol.

"Suit yourself. Bad kids get punished, though." Ocaeril, meanwhile, drank even more.
 
If his throat was dry, perhaps he needed a drink. Ocaeril snapped his fingers, as the wine started to pour down Lucius throat. It was...Way more toxic than his own. Lucius better have a good bladder and a good resistance to alcohol.

"Suit yourself." Ocaeril, meanwhile, drank even more.

Lucius had the alcoholic tolerance of a newt. Simply put, he collapsed instantly.

"...well, now that that's over with...should we move on or..."
 
Aw, he...didn’t...say...oh...yeah...or...anything.
Ickol shook her head in disappointment at the statue.
Anyways, I’ve...got...a...question...we’re...all...surely...wondering...about...your...master. When...will...he...awaken...

...

A...new...trend...in...fashion? Because...I...must...say, I...adore...that...outfit.
 
Aw, he...didn’t...say...oh...yeah...or...anything.
Ickol shook her head in disappointment at the statue.
Anyways, I’ve...got...a...question...we’re...all...surely...wondering...about...your...master. When...will...he...awaken...

...

A...new...trend...in...fashion? Because...I...must...say, I...adore...that...outfit.
"Yimor'droth will awaken soon. They call for Ickol and Helsa to attend the Awakening at the Hall of Light. My mask, you mean?"
 
"Kill yourself, Yimor." Ocaeril mumbled just loud enough for everyone to hear, and for once, he knew exactly how Ickol felt with him. "Actually, no, that's too mean. Stay asleep and never wake up. You stupid, cocksmoking mongoloid of a dragon, hic!"

...Yeah, he's really drunk. He's mostly saying that because of what he said to Inqui, though.
 
"Yimor'droth will awaken soon. They call for Ickol and Helsa to attend the Awakening at the Hall of Light. My mask, you mean?"
Woah, both...of...us? I...knew...the...outfits...were...cute, didn’t...expect...such...a...warm...reception. Mark...the...date...and...time...in...my...day...planner...here...and...do...ignore...that...gentleman...over...there. He...was...never...taught...by...his...parents...to...respect...other...gods. But...yeah, cute...cloak. Love...the...mask...too. Actually, what...do...you...look...like, under...there?
 
Woah, both...of...us? I...knew...the...outfits...were...cute, didn’t...expect...such...a...warm...reception. Mark...the...date...and...time...in...my...day...planner...here...and...do...ignore...that...gentleman...over...there. He...was...never...taught...by...his...parents...to...respect...other...gods. But...yeah, cute...cloak. Love...the...mask...too. Actually, what...do...you...look...like, under...there?
"The mask is my face."
 
Ocaeril then looked at Helsa from where he stood, and didn't say anything. Despite the fact it was clear what was being implied here, he didn't say any threats or mean words to her. In fact...He felt nothing. Just an expectant look on his face. A mix of disappointment and acceptance of whatever she wished to do.

He wished for her to go against those wishes, to perhaps do better, make better, just like Inqui said to her, just like he said to her, but...It's like he said. All gods follow their own paths. Even Yimor, who he despised terribly, had his own path to follow. Inqui, him, Arceus...All had their motives, and he couldn't truly hate them for everything. It was simply how their spheres controlled them, in the end. But...He managed to break free of what was holding him back years back with Inqui. He just hoped Helsa could do the same.

His face was the same as thousands of years ago when Ocaeril said a single thing to Helsa. The same thing he was thinking to himself right now.

'...Man, you're a bitch. But, you're our bitch, at the very least. Things would get boring without you around, frankly.'

If he truly is going to awake soon, then perhaps he should prepare with Inqui, after all.
 
Helsa Conversational

Ocaeril then looked at Helsa from where he stood, and didn't say anything. Despite the fact it was clear what was being implied here, he didn't say any threats or mean words to her. In fact...He felt nothing. Just an expectant look on his face. A mix of disappointment and acceptance of whatever she wished to do.

He wished for her to go against those wishes, to perhaps do better, make better, just like Inqui said to her, just like he said to her, but...It's like he said. All gods follow their own paths. Even Yimor, who he despised terribly, had his own path to follow. Inqui, him, Arceus...All had their motives, and he couldn't truly hate them for everything. It was simply how their spheres controlled them, in the end. But...He managed to break free of what was holding him back years back with Inqui. He just hoped Helsa could do the same.

His face was the same as thousands of years ago when Ocaeril said a single thing to Helsa. The same thing he was thinking to himself right now.

'...Man, you're a bitch. But, you're our bitch, at the very least. Things would get boring without you around, frankly.'

If he truly is going to awake soon, then perhaps he should prepare with Inqui, after all.

Helsa looked back at him. Her expression was unreadable. She had no idea what he was thinking at all. Internally, her mind was as it always was. Plans for chaos and corruption. But, against all odds, there was something within her mind.

A single flicker of doubt.

Ocaeril did not know of this. But he couldn't help but feel a small amount of hope for the Goddess of Corruption.
 
Helsa Conversational



Helsa looked back at him. Her expression was unreadable. She had no idea what he was thinking at all. Internally, her mind was as it always was. Plans for chaos and corruption. But, against all odds, there was something within her mind.

A single flicker of doubt.

Ocaeril did not know of this. But he couldn't help but feel a small amount of hope for the Goddess of Corruption.

A little smile appeared on his face as his heart suddenly let out a single pump, his skin coming back to him, and the whispers disappearing. And then...Slowly, Ocaeril raised his bottle of wine up, as if giving Helsa a 'cheers', for whatever she was going to do, or might do in the future. Her cup was still there, filled with wine, as Ocaeril took a swing.

'Follow yer path, hic! If your heart thinks it is truly right...Then keep going at it, and make sure ye don't regre~eet it later. Hic!'

That was the last message Ocaeril gave to Helsa, before he leaned back on his chair, crossed his legs, and kept watching the show, his smile, alongside Inqui's, perhaps were a bit nostalgic for all three of the gods. They gave memories of happier times for Ocaeril. Memories that were long gone, but at the same time, he couldn't help but keep remembering them.

"Buuurp!"
 
Helsa Conversational

A little smile appeared on his face as his heart suddenly let out a single pump, his skin coming back to him, and the whispers disappearing. And then...Slowly, Ocaeril raised his bottle of wine up, as if giving Helsa a 'cheers', for whatever she was going to do, or might do in the future. Her cup was still there, filled with wine, as Ocaeril took a swing.

'Follow yer path, hic! If your heart thinks it is truly right...Then keep going at it, and make sure ye don't regre~eet it later. Hic!'

That was the last message Ocaeril gave to Helsa, before he leaned back on his chair, crossed his legs, and kept watching the show, his smile, alongside Inqui's, perhaps were a bit nostalgic for all three of the gods. They gave memories of happier times for Ocaeril. Memories that were long gone, but at the same time, he couldn't help but keep remembering them.

"Buuurp!"

Helsa promptly made an expression of disgust upon Ocaeril's ridiculously large burp.
 
"The mask is my face."
Oh. Well, I’m...sure...youths...across...the...world, which...happens...to...be...that...surly...drunk...over...there, will...be...showing...their...support...for...your...hardships...with...masks...of...their...own.
A little smile appeared on his face as his heart suddenly let out a single pump, his skin coming back to him, and the whispers disappearing. And then...Slowly, Ocaeril raised his bottle of wine up, as if giving Helsa a 'cheers', for whatever she was going to do, or might do in the future. Her cup was still there, filled with wine, as Ocaeril took a swing.

'Follow yer path, hic! If your heart thinks it is truly right...Then keep going at it, and make sure ye don't regre~eet it later. Hic!'

That was the last message Ocaeril gave to Helsa, before he leaned back on his chair, crossed his legs, and kept watching the show, his smile, alongside Inqui's, perhaps were a bit nostalgic for all three of the gods. They gave memories of happier times for Ocaeril. Memories that were long gone, but at the same time, he couldn't help but keep remembering them.

"Buuurp!"
Seriously, dude. Kind...of...being...a...jerk...to...our...guest...here. He...didn’t...come...out...to...another...plane...of...existence...to...have...a...drunk...audience...member...act...like...his...personal...god...and...hero...is...some...kind...of...miscreant. Really...harshing...the...holiday...spirit...here.
 
Seriously, dude. Kind...of...being...a...jerk...to...our...guest...here. He...didn’t...come...out...to...another...plane...of...existence...to...have...a...drunk...audience...member...act...like...his...personal...god...and...hero...is...some...kind...of...miscreant. Really...harshing...the...holiday...spirit...here.

"Reminder that Yimor killed half of the hu~~man population with his little angel, and could haa~~ve possibly made us weak as all hell- No offense Helsa-- if he dii~~d so with the rest of the planet~~ So just once, just this on~~e time, I'll act as drunk as the planet c~an be, babe~! Buuuurp! Merry freaking Krassmass, Yimor! Merry Krassmass, everyone!"

It then started to snow on the studio. Snowmen came to life, and started a snowball fight on the distance. Some old music that was probably mildly romantic started to play.

"Y~~~~oooooooou~~!"
 
"Reminder that Yimor killed half of the hu~~man population with his little angel, and could haa~~ve possibly made us weak as all hell- No offense Helsa-- if he dii~~d so with the rest of the planet~~ So just once, just this on~~e time, I'll act as drunk as the planet c~an be, babe~! Buuuurp! Merry freaking Krassmass, Yimor! Merry Krassmass, everyone!"

It then started to snow on the studio. Snowmen came to life, and started a snowball fight on the distance. Some old music that was probably mildly romantic started to play.

"Y~~~~oooooooou~~!"

Helsa, simply put, felt a sense of nostalgia once Ocaeril started singing. And it wasn't really a good kind of nostalgia either. And, as such, she facepalmed. Hard.
 
Helsa, simply put, felt a sense of nostalgia once Ocaeril started singing. And it wasn't really a good kind of nostalgia either. And, as such, she facepalmed. Hard.
Ickol patted a sympathetic hand on Helsa’s shoulder. It wasn’t as comforting as she probably thought it was.

Sir, I...will...call..the...bouncers...if...you...continue...to...interrupt. Now, Helsa, any...last...questions...for...our...guest?
 
Ocaeril started to do a dance move he liked to call 'The Monkey.' It was essentially him with his legs wide open, and throwing his hands up and down, as he continued to drunkenly sing in the distance, albeit less loudly.

"M~~aaaan I~~~'m pr~~~reeety! Hiccup! T~~This is p~~art of the s~soong by the w~~~way..."
 

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