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

[Space Buddha]

• Oca VS Zyr
• Meryl

• 
  
  GM Update: PVP
  
  
  Selee-01 | Celestial Speck | Revan4221
  
  Zyr'Abaoth
  ================================================================================
  
  Ocaeril:
  ===================================================
  
  Dialga:
  ==========
  
  Palkia:
  ==========
  
  Giratina:
  ==========
  
  Zyr's reaction to the cube was just short of that needed to void it from existence, and it managed to blow a large chunk out of the tree, dealing twice the damage it would ordinarily as such, but coming nowhere close to actually killing Zyr. Giratina's attack, while considerably powerful, would have the majority of its damage negated by Zyr's self-healing. The meteors, however, proved most effective in cleaning up the remaining undead, with only palkia getting slightly injured by one of the flyers.
  
  
• 
  

  Ickol spat to the side in irritation. Oh great, this worm was one of those. Enjoying pain always takes the kick out of inflicting it, in her eyes.
  
  “I...could...probably...use...that...as...an...incentive...for...you.
  
  ...
  
  Just...Kidding. No...way...in...Baldur’s...spit...am...I...playing...along...in...your...perversions. I...suppose...psychological...pain...will...have...to...do, but...maybe...you...are...a...bit...more...cooperative. Tell...me, who...are...you?”

  
  "YOUR MOM."
  
  

 

[Celestial Speck]

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Selee-01 | Celestial Speck | Revan4221

Zyr'Abaoth
================================================================================

Ocaeril:
===================================================

Dialga:
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Palkia:
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Giratina:
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Zyr's reaction to the cube was just short of that needed to void it from existence, and it managed to blow a large chunk out of the tree, dealing twice the damage it would ordinarily as such, but coming nowhere close to actually killing Zyr. Giratina's attack, while considerably powerful, would have the majority of its damage negated by Zyr's self-healing. The meteors, however, proved most effective in cleaning up the remaining undead, with only Palkia getting slightly injured by one of the flyers.​

The winds of the afterlife blew strong. The air seemed to be colder than before-- as suddenly, Ocaeril could watch with his full eyes as Zyr disappeared from sight, seemingly becoming pure shadows-- and reappearing next to the tree that Ocaeril truly thought to be a decoration of the area. But suddenly-- a bright light came from it, as Zyr's body seemingly fused with it. Souls cried out, as the dragon of the night became one with them. Ocaeril's eyes widened at the sight. It was clear he was not expecting...This.

Zyr...These souls...What...What the hell did he do?!

Did the dragon truly sacrifice his body away to gain more power? Using the souls of those trapped here for it? The tree clearly had other souls in it, Ocaeril just hadn't noticed it before due to its initial distance at the previous area of the fight. But even so...Such sight as horrifying. He was no longer fighting just Zyr. He was fighting against what almost felt to be the core of this afterlife itself-- the grand meeting of all of these souls.

...

"You...IDIOT!" Ocaeril called out in rage, both because of what Zyr did to himself, and to the souls of these people. He didn't allow more words to come from him through-- great power came from Zyr, although...He was weakened. At least his defenses were. His armor was gone with the loss of his previous body, but he seemed more focused. His attacks were more deadly. Ocaeril realized that if he, Palkia, Dialga, and Giratina could be in serious danger if they didn't finish this quickly...!

Who knows what'll happen if he gets his Sphere, even! He could easily exit this mode, and be a true machine of death!

"Palkia! Giratina! Dialga!" Ocaeril called out to the trio, slamming his hands together. The powers of evolution came from him-- buffing the trios reaction speed. He did not need it-- The Rinne-Sharingan helped with that enough!

​

Speaking of which...!

"Amaterasu!"

​

Flames were born out of the Rinne-Sharingan's center, almost like some sort of Pyrokinesis spell- the exception being they were a deep black. Utilizing Blaze Release: Kagutsuchi, Ocaeril molded those black flames with what appeared to be large spikes/nails, that soon flew over towards Zyr. Those flames, Amaterasu-- they couldn't be taken out by normal means. Someone like Dialga and Zyr most likely could take those flames out-- but things like water, rolling on the floor, or other mundane spells/actions wouldn't do anything. The flames burned deep and hot, hotter than any normal flames, yet they spread slowly, and only on Zyr.

Ocaeril hoped that if they hit, they would provide damage from the brunt of the attack and the burning they provided-- at least for one moment before Zyr voided them away when he realized they couldn't be taken out. Hopefully, 'fire' was still effective against things such as 'wood...'

 

[Selee-01]

The winds of the afterlife blew strong. The air seemed to be colder than before-- as suddenly, Ocaeril could watch with his full eyes as Zyr disappeared from sight, seemingly becoming pure shadows-- and reappearing next to the tree that Ocaeril truly thought to be a decoration of the area. But suddenly-- a bright light came from it, as Zyr's body seemingly fused with it. Souls cried out, as the dragon of the night became one with them. Ocaeril's eyes widened at the sight. It was clear he was not expecting...This.

Zyr...These souls...What...What the hell did he do?!

Did the dragon truly sacrifice his body away to gain more power? Using the souls of those trapped here for it? The tree clearly had other souls in it, Ocaeril just hadn't noticed it before due to its initial distance at the previous area of the fight. But even so...Such sight as horrifying. He was no longer fighting just Zyr. He was fighting against what almost felt to be the core of this afterlife itself-- the grand meeting of all of these souls.

...

"You...IDIOT!" Ocaeril called out in rage, both because of what Zyr did to himself, and to the souls of these people. He didn't allow more words to come from him through-- great power came from Zyr, although...He was weakened. At least his defenses were. His armor was gone with the loss of his previous body, but he seemed more focused. His attacks were more deadly. Ocaeril realized that if he, Palkia, Dialga, and Giratina could be in serious danger if they didn't finish this quickly...!

Who knows what'll happen if he gets his Sphere, even! He could easily exit this mode, and be a true machine of death!

"Palkia! Giratina! Dialga!" Ocaeril called out to the trio, slamming his hands together. The powers of evolution came from him-- buffing the trios reaction speed. He did not need it-- The Rinne-Sharingan helped with that enough!

​

Speaking of which...!

"Amaterasu!"

​

Flames were born out of the Rinne-Sharingan's center, almost like some sort of Pyrokinesis spell- the exception being they were a deep black. Utilizing Fire Release: Kagutsuchi, Ocaeril molded those black flames with what appeared to be large spikes/nails, that soon flew over towards Zyr. Those flames, Amaterasu-- they couldn't be taken out by normal means. Someone like Dialga and Zyr most likely could take those flames out-- like water, rolling on the floor, or other mundane spells/actions wouldn't do anything. The flames burned deep and hot, hotter than any normal flames, yet they spread slowly, and only on Zyr.

Ocaeril hoped that if they hit, they would provide damage from the brunt of the attack and the burning they provided-- at least for one moment before Zyr voided them away when he realized they couldn't be taken out. Hopefully, 'fire' was still effective against things such as 'wood...'

Zyr’abaoth convulsed in pain. The light of uncounted millions of souls seared his essence, screaming for release from the darkness of the End.
He was a God.
He would not let mortals rule him.

Zyr’abaoth spread wings veined white, and every inch of the Afterlife, from the sand to the palace, from the air to the ashy sky, Burned.

Zyr’abaoth drew even more power from the dead, and focused the ghostly inferno upon Ocaeril and the demigods. The white and black fire burned the Amaterasu away, searing the very essence of life, chakra, magic and godhood.

The souls of the Tree burrowed deeper into his flesh, and began to fuse with his essence. Then, Zyr’abaoth noticed something about Ocaeril.

How interesting,
The God hissed. His voice was layered, distorted by millions of whispers and screams.
The Dragonslayer.
A pretty blade, but it was not made to be laid aside. That cursed metal will reap a price.
Why do you think it was forgotten?

 

[Celestial Speck]

Zyr’abaoth convulsed in pain. The light of uncounted millions of souls seared his essence, screaming for release from the darkness of the End.
He was a God.
He would not let mortals rule him.

Zyr’abaoth spread wings veined white, and every inch of the Afterlife, from the sand to the palace, from the air to the ashy sky, Burned.

Zyr’abaoth drew even more power from the dead, and focused the ghostly inferno upon Ocaeril and the demigods. The white and black fire burned the Amaterasu away, searing the very essence of life, chakra, magic and godhood.

The souls of the Tree burrowed deeper into his flesh, and began to fuse with his essence. Then, Zyr’abaoth noticed something about Ocaeril.

How interesting,
The God hissed. His voice was layered, distorted by millions of whispers and screams.
The Dragonslayer.
A pretty blade, but it was not made to be laid aside. That cursed metal will reap a price.
Why do you think it was forgotten?

"Gah!"
​

At that moment, Ocaeril was truly thankful he had his Chakra Cloak and Tiamat's own armor to protect him. However, the former quickly disappeared at Zyr's attack-- and even his mother's armor seemed a bit rough looking, although not completely broken. He could feel its main ability, Mother's Love, act upon him-- slowly healing his wounds, but providing great healing even so. He placed a hand on his heart, before quickly getting up. The armor and the cloak as Zyr attacked moments before seemed to intensify themselves, to protect him from the attack Zyr laid out, but even so, the very essence of it would likely make it a bit hard...!

​

Steadily, Ocaeril got up, spitting out some blood from the mouthpiece of the armor-- blood that soon disappeared from the confines of death in the afterlife, which otherwise, if it weren't would be full of life.

Yet, one thing confused him. Zyr seemed as if he was giving him a tip? He spoke of the Dragon Slayer. The weapon Inqui with Yimor's memories led him to. A powerful tool, that paid a deadly price of those who used it-- their blood, in exchange of power...A weapon apparently made to combat Yimor, with hatred towards Zyr and Oen. Forged by an entity he was aware of, yet did not know that was it was truly him that forged it. An entity that sealed Yimor away.

...!

"I dunno, and I don't care right now! Whatever price it reaps, I'll gladly pay it if it means making sure people are safe from this limbo!" Ocaeril yelled, as from his ear, he pulled out the very same weapon-- morphing, and reaching its true size and form. Looking at the blade, Ocaeril allowed some of his blood to fall onto it, to activate it, to hear him! "Hey, Dragon Slayer! I know I don't sound as respectful right now-- but we got a night dragon to defeat! Help me out, will ya?!"

Ocaeril, Action 2! Free the World!​

Flying around Zyr, Ocaeril gritted his teeth as he called out at the souls inside of him.

"Don't let this hypocrite take control over you, will ya?! You're in way more numbers than him-- let him know that you're all my kids, make sure he listens to everything you have to say for trapping you all here!"

Ocaeril's words, followed with minor usage of Evolution of Mind, would try and reach to every single soul fused with Zyr. To make them listen. To make them fight, alongside him, the creation trio, and the Dragon Slayer!

 

[Selee-01]

"Gah!"
​

At that moment, Ocaeril was truly thankful he had his Chakra Cloak and Tiamat's own armor to protect him. However, the former quickly disappeared at Zyr's attack-- and even his mother's armor seemed a bit rough looking, although not completely broken. He could feel its main ability, Mother's Love, act upon him-- slowly healing his wounds, but providing great healing even so. He placed a hand on his heart, before quickly getting up. The armor and the cloak as Zyr attacked moments before seemed to intensify themselves, to protect him from the attack Zyr laid out, but even so, the very essence of it would likely make it a bit hard...!

​

Steadily, Ocaeril got up, spitting out some blood from the mouthpiece of the armor-- blood that soon disappeared from the confines of death in the afterlife, which otherwise, if it weren't would be full of life.

Yet, one thing confused him. Zyr seemed as if he was giving him a tip? He spoke of the Dragon Slayer. The weapon Inqui with Yimor's memories led him to. A powerful tool, that paid a deadly price of those who used it-- their blood, in exchange of power...A weapon apparently made to combat Yimor, with hatred towards Zyr and Oen. Forged by an entity he was aware of, yet did not know that was it was truly him that forged it. An entity that sealed Yimor away.

...!

"I dunno, and I don't care right now! Whatever price it reaps, I'll gladly pay it if it means making sure people are safe from this limbo!" Ocaeril yelled, as from his ear, he pulled out the very same weapon-- morphing, and reaching its true size and form. Looking at the blade, Ocaeril allowed some of his blood to fall onto it, to activate it, to hear him! "Hey, Dragon Slayer! I know I don't sound as respectful right now-- but we got a night dragon to defeat! Help me out, will ya?!"

Ocaeril, Action 2! Free the World!​

Flying around Zyr, Ocaeril gritted his teeth as he called out at the souls inside of him.

"Don't let this hypocrite take control over you, will ya?! You're in way more numbers than him-- let him know that you're all my kids, make sure he listens to everything you have to say for trapping you all here!"

Ocaeril's words, followed with minor usage of Evolution of Mind, would try and reach to every single soul fused with Zyr. To make them listen. To make them fight, alongside him, the creation trio, and the Dragon Slayer!

The souls screamed, tearing free and fusing into a mass of white death. Faces and hands boil in the abomination, gibbering. The Afterlife begins to collapse as Zyr’abaoth screams in pain, enormous cracks forming in the ground. The Dragonslayer leaps forward, impaling Zyr’abaoth in the heart and ripping out the other end as Zyr takes human shape.

IT HURTS! It HURTS! Oen’Abadroth save me, IT HURTS!
The ghostly abomination falls into a chasm, disappearing into the Afterlife. Zyr’abaoth collapses onto the blackened, molten sand, clutching his chest.

 

[Revan4221]

• Oca VS Zyr
• Meryl

• 
  
  GM Update: PVP
  
  
  Selee-01 | Celestial Speck | Revan4221
  
  Zyr'Abaoth
  ================================================================================
  
  Ocaeril:
  ===================================================
  
  Dialga:
  ==========
  
  Palkia:
  ==========
  
  Giratina:
  ==========
  
  Zyr's reaction to the cube was just short of that needed to void it from existence, and it managed to blow a large chunk out of the tree, dealing twice the damage it would ordinarily as such, but coming nowhere close to actually killing Zyr. Giratina's attack, while considerably powerful, would have the majority of its damage negated by Zyr's self-healing. The meteors, however, proved most effective in cleaning up the remaining undead, with only palkia getting slightly injured by one of the flyers.
  
  
• 
  
  
  "YOUR MOM."
  
  

Giratina, Dialga, and Palkia regroup together their forms flowing together as they appear to have a silent conversation before Dialga let’s his back plate grow as it gathers temporal energy with the adamant orb glowing brightly. A faint shaking could be felt across reality as Dialga yells out.

“[THE WORLD] GRINDS TO A HALT!”
ROLL FOR ZA WARUDO: 20​

Time itself shakes before everything halts in place except for Palkia, Giratina, Dialga, AND Ocaeril leaving everything and everyone else frozen in time. Dialga was focused on maintaining the frozen time while Palkia moved to the side of Zyr her right arm gathering energy as she gets ready to unleash her spatial rend upon his currently unsuspecting form.

Giratina meanwhile began to circle around Zyr using his natural ability to repair distorted reality to attempt to ”fix” Zyr who technically shouldn’t exist.

Palkia Spatial Rend: 16
Giratina attempting to erase Zyr: 18

 

[Selee-01]

Giratina, Dialga, and Palkia regroup together their forms flowing together as they appear to have a silent conversation before Dialga let’s his back plate grow as it gathers temporal energy with the adamant orb glowing brightly. A faint shaking could be felt across reality as Dialga yells out.

“[THE WORLD] GRINDS TO A HALT!”
ROLL FOR ZA WARUDO: 20​

Time itself shakes before everything halts in place except for Palkia, Giratina, Dialga, AND Ocaeril leaving everything and everyone else frozen in time. Dialga was focused on maintaining the frozen time while Palkia moved to the side of Zyr her right arm gathering energy as she gets ready to unleash her spatial rend upon his currently unsuspecting form.

Giratina meanwhile began to circle around Zyr using his natural ability to repair distorted reality to attempt to ”fix” Zyr who technically shouldn’t exist.

Palkia Spatial Rend: 16
Giratina attempting to erase Zyr: 18
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Zyr’abaoth smirks. He is no common rift in reality, but rather a shadow of a god that would dwarf these demigods. He can prevent their attempts to unmake him.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Time came to a halt.

Ocaeril's evolution of the trios was indeed useful. They acted quick, he wasn't sure if they took damage or not-- but the moment time seemed to stop, the moment Dialga unleashed their ultimate power to stop time, even if momentarily. He could tell it was hard work for the demigod-- but it gave him...! Enough time!

Time seemed to almost stop at the moment the souls ripped out at Zyr, screaming in multiple voices, with Ocaeril being too high on his own adrenaline and excitement to properly understand, or take his time to. The sight caused him to grin, hope filling his lungs again, as blood came from his head due to previous wounds. Dialga didn't have to say anything, as the Dragon Slayer glowed a bright red, blood circling around its small orifices, as it seemed to lead him towards Zyr in that single moment.

Even if time was fully frozen, Ocaeril felt like it all slowed down to him. For a single moment, before the Dragon Slayer hit, his eyes met with Zyr's own, frozen eyes.

...

THUUUUUM!

Time began to move again.

A wound was made-- the Dragon Slayer hitting Zyr's heart, as Ocaeril was still holding it tight, never letting go of the weapon. As Zyr's blood sprayed on his face and came down the weapon, Ocaeril fell alongside Zyr, as the dragon fell on the ground-- and he would find difficult to get up, with Ocaeril atop of him, holding the spear, and making his best to make it go deeper, even if it already went out behind his back...

"Stop! Zyr! Stop! You..."

The helmet on Oca's face disappeared. Cuts were on his face, as he stared at Zyr's mortal form.

"...You lost. I'm sorry. Please stop resisting. It'll...It'll hurt more."

 

[Selee-01]

Time came to a halt.

Ocaeril's evolution of the trio's was indeed useful. They acted quick, he wasn't sure if they took damage or not-- but the moment time seemed to stop, the moment Dialga unleashed their ultimate power to stop time, even if momentarily. He could tell it was hard work for the demigod-- but it gave him...! Enough time!

Time seemed to almost stop at the moment the souls ripped out at Zyr, screaming in multiple voices, with Ocaeril being too high on his own adrenaline and excitement to properly understand, or take his time to. The sight caused him to grin, hope filling his lungs again, as blood came from his head due to previous wounds. Dialga didn't have to say anything, as the Dragon Slayer glowed a bright red, blood circling around it's small orifices, as it seemed to lead him towards Zyr in that single moment.

Even if time was fully frozen, Ocaeril felt like it all slowed down to him. For a single moment, before the Dragon Slayer hit, his eyes met with Zyr's own, frozen eyes.

...

THUUUUUM!

Time began to move again.

A wound was made-- the Dragon Slayer hitting Zyr's heart, as Ocaeril was still holding it right, never letting go of the weapon. As Zyr's blood sprayed on his face and came down the weapon, Ocaeril fell alongside Zyr, as the dragon fell on the ground-- and he would find difficult to get up, with Ocaeril atop of him, holding the spear, and making his best to make it go deeper, even if it already went out behind his back...

"Stop! Zyr! Stop! You..."

The helmet on Oca's face dissappeared. Cuts was on his face, as he stared at Zyr's mortal form.

"...You lost. I'm sorry. Please stop resisting. It'll...It'll hurt more."

Zyr’abaoth laughed, as Silence reappeared in his hand. Laughed as inky black Voidsteel soaked into his skin. Laughed until his voice gave out, lost in the slow collapse of the Afterlife.

/I ONLY LOST DUE TO YOUR OATHBREAKING/
/COWARD/
/COWARD/
/RELYING ON DEMIGODS?/
/YOU ARE UNWORTHY OF GODHOOD/
/I AM ARMED WITH VOIDSTEEL/
/WHAT HAPPENS WHEN IT BREAKS?/
Zyr’abaoth flipped his blade, and drove it into his gut. A piercing squeal echoes, cracking the very fabric of the Afterlife. The awful unnoise dies only when the armor can take no more.

There is blinding darkness, and the armor shatters.





As the brilliant blast cleared, Zyr’abaoth coughed.

His skin was seared away, revealing black muscles and bloody burns. Blue eyes blinked. His blood slowly spread across the molten Voidsteel. His shattered sword, Silence, was stuck in his gut. He lives, but not for much longer.

He wasn’t monstrous. Just sad.

“I... am surprised. Ocaeril. You did well. Just not well enough, I am afraid. I am afraid... this is fear. It’s cold. But I am burned... Ocaeril, you’ve not ended it. It’s beginning. All according to my design. Just end me. Ha... ha... Mother, I’m coming...”

 

[Celestial Speck]

Zyr’abaoth laughed, as Silence reappeared in his hand. Laughed as inky black Voidsteel soaked into his skin. Laughed until his voice gave out, lost in the slow collapse of the Afterlife.

/I ONLY LOST DUE TO YOUR OATHBREAKING/
/COWARD/
/COWARD/
/RELYING ON DEMIGODS?/
/YOU ARE UNWORTHY OF GODHOOD/
/I AM ARMED WITH VOIDSTEEL/
/WHAT HAPPENS WHEN IT BREAKS?/
Zyr’abaoth flipped his blade, and drove it into his gut. A piercing squeal echoes, cracking the very fabric of the Afterlife. The awful unnoise dies only when the armor can take no more.

There is blinding darkness, and the armor shatters.





As the brilliant blast cleared, Zyr’abaoth coughed.

His skin was seared away, revealing black muscles and bloody burns. Blue eyes blinked. His blood slowly spread across the molten Voidsteel. His shattered sword, Silence, was stuck in his gut. He lives, but not for much longer.

He wasn’t monstrous. Just sad.

“I... am surprised. Ocaeril. You did well. Just not well enough, I am afraid. I am afraid... this is fear. It’s cold. But I am burned... Ocaeril, you’ve not ended it. It’s beginning. All according to my design. Just end me. Ha... ha... Mother, I’m coming...”

​

Ocaeril bit his lip as Zyr cried out in pain. In a rage, in hatred-- and in everything else. He broke their oath, yet indirectly. He knew that. Yet, he could both simultaneously be and be not blamed. His eyes were half-open, and his pupils moving around all over the place, almost in fear of looking at Zyr's eyes. The very same widened as he saw Zyr stabbing himself in the chest, and he tried to call out to the dragon to stop, but it was too late. The dragon helped in his own death, even his words now common. There was no hope.

Yet...

Ocaeril let go of the Dragon Slayer. He kneeled on the ground next to the broken and dying dragon. Was that pity shining in his eyes? Perhaps almost sadness.

His face was unreadable. Yet, Zyr understood what Ocaeril's eyes showed. An odd sense of familiarity. The two were the same. Two men changed by destiny with their hopes, dreams, and philosophies. Zyr, the one who walked alone. And Ocaeril, born alone, but who found peace within others.

"...Shh. Don't speak. Close your eyes, Zyr..." Ocaeril's voice was tired-- emotionally and physically so. "...The future isn't going to be as bad as you think. Believe in us, gods. I'll make sure your dreams of bringing peace to mortality comes true...In my own way. No violence, no death, no reincarnation...That's going to be my promise."

Placing a single hand atop Zyr's head, the dragon could feel...Warm.

His pain seemed to disappear, yet he was still dying. His chest felt comfortable as his eyelids became heavy. Ocaeril was gifting him a gentle death, a death that was almost like...Going to sleep. He did not forgive Zyr. Yet that didn't mean he couldn't grant him this final, gentle death.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you."

...Was the last thing Zyr heard before he went to 'sleep' peacefully.

Space Buddha​

 

[Churl]

• Oca VS Zyr
• Meryl

• 
  
  GM Update: PVP
  
  
  Selee-01 | Celestial Speck | Revan4221
  
  Zyr'Abaoth
  ================================================================================
  
  Ocaeril:
  ===================================================
  
  Dialga:
  ==========
  
  Palkia:
  ==========
  
  Giratina:
  ==========
  
  Zyr's reaction to the cube was just short of that needed to void it from existence, and it managed to blow a large chunk out of the tree, dealing twice the damage it would ordinarily as such, but coming nowhere close to actually killing Zyr. Giratina's attack, while considerably powerful, would have the majority of its damage negated by Zyr's self-healing. The meteors, however, proved most effective in cleaning up the remaining undead, with only palkia getting slightly injured by one of the flyers.
  
  
• 
  
  
  "YOUR MOM."
  
  

Ickol Conversational

“...Fuck it.”

It was a mortal spell, used by experienced illusionists, but it was fully realized in the hands of the goddess.

Although she wasn’t aware of what the spell was showing Meryl, Ickol made everything about the spell stringer, feel more real, more disorienting and frantic. Meryl was assaulted with visions of the most terrifying, stressful, or demoralizing incidents in her long life. An illusion spell designed to psychologically torment a person and inflict major mental stress in a matter of minutes, even the most masochistic being had to have felt crushing despair at one point or other.

As Meryl came out of the spell, Ickol stretched and smiled sweetly.

“I’ll...admit, that...part...was...more...for...my...own...gratification. But...can...I...presume...you...are...the...type...that...would...be...motivated...by...reward...over...fear...of...punishment?”

 

[Space Buddha]

• Oca VS Zyr
• Meryl

• 
  
  GM Update: PVP
  
  
  Selee-01 | Celestial Speck | Revan4221
  
  Zyr'Abaoth
  ================================================================================
  
  Ocaeril:
  ===================================================
  
  Dialga:
  ===============
  
  Palkia:
  ===============
  
  Giratina:
  ==============
  
  Zyr would not, in fact, sleep peacefully. He would, moments after falling into the abyss that awaited him, and allowing Ocaeril a split second of peace, proceed to violently explode.
  
  
  
  The blast would seem to warp reality around it, sending out a shockwave that left the Trio on the brink of death, though saved by Ocaeril's enhancements. Ocaeril likewise would feel pain unlike anything he had experienced before as the unbound void swirled around the afterlife. Whatever was left of the realm dissolved into nothing, turning into an omnipresent blackness as Zyr's soul found itself a new host. Ocaeril could feel his mind merging with that of the dragon, clearly in a far more aggressive and agonizing process than Yimor's fusion with Inqui from the perspective of the trio. His avatar would change along with his mind. Black wings would sprout from his shoulders and his horns would gnarl and be stained black wheras his mouth would be wrenched open with the sudden growth of several new rows of teeth. Voidsteel plates would form across his torso, linking along his body to form armor, as a tail with a spiked club on the end would sprout from his backside with a burst of firey methane. His knees would seem to snap as his legs became like those of a dragonborn, fully animal while his arms simply gained a thin coating of black scales. His face would remain vaguely humanoid, the scales ending around the ears and leaving his hairline intact. Changes to his avatar would not be the only ones to come, indeed his true body would change as well. Voidsteel ore would manifest underground seemingly from nothing. Monolithic pillars of black voidstone would rise in ashen hellscapes that were once fertile plains. Desertification on a massive scale would leave much of the eastern mainland steppes now a barren expanse of grey sand and similar stone pillars. Alien life-forms would crawl forth from what remained of sunfall reef, seemingly in greater number than ever before. Yimor's planet, now called Zyr by those on the surface, would shine and then go dark, now nothing but a grey orb awaiting a new divinity to claim it, or, perhaps an old one? Under the sea on ocaeril's surface, great quakes and tremors would lead to volcanic eruptions, new islands being born in a matter of years and all baring the same alien traits as the areas converted by Zyr's absorption. Those who were once under Zyr's influence awoke from their long slumber, with no memory of their time as a raving cultist. Some, however, would not awaken at all, having been slain in great purges under the reign of terror or having sacrificed themselves to the dark god's cause. Zyr's mind would find new life within Ocaeril, and its immediate attempts to seize control of his mind were evident to the three demigods beholding this transformation. Ocaeril and Zyr soon found no reason to struggle for dominance however, as they were, in fact, one and the same. Equivalent to a man's arm fighting his leg. All the hopes, desires, thoughts and feelings of one having merged with the other, until no difference could be found between the two.
  
  Ocaeril - Celestial Speck has fused with Zyr'Abaoth. Please update your sheet to include this character's Sphere, weakness, miracles, aspects, and revise description/appearance. Updating the personality, name/s, and backstory sections is optional, but highly encouraged.
  
  Zyr'Abaoth - Selee-01 has been killed, please make a new character if you wish to continue.
  
• 
  

  Ickol Conversational
  
  “...Fuck it.”
  
  It was a mortal spell, used by experienced illusionists, but it was fully realized in the hands of the goddess.
  
  Although she wasn’t aware of what the spell was showing Meryl, Ickol made everything about the spell stringer, feel more real, more disorienting and frantic. Meryl was assaulted with visions of the most terrifying, stressful, or demoralizing incidents in her long life. An illusion spell designed to psychologically torment a person and inflict major mental stress in a matter of minutes, even the most masochistic being had to have felt crushing despair at one point or other.
  
  As Meryl came out of the spell, Ickol stretched and smiled sweetly.
  
  “I’ll...admit, that...part...was...more...for...my...own...gratification. But...can...I...presume...you...are...the...type...that...would...be...motivated...by...reward...over...fear...of...punishment?”

  
  "OH WOW MY WHOLE LIFE JUST FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES. MAN THAT SUCKED. HOLD ON, ARE YOU COMING ONTO ME? THAT'S THE VIBE I'M GETTING HERE. I'M TAKEN. JUST SO YOU KNOW, BUT ZEMMY ALWAYS SAID IT WAS FINE IF WE WERE OPEN. BUT YEAH I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL FOR YOU."
  
  

 

[Celestial Speck]

• Oca VS Zyr
• Meryl

• 
  
  GM Update: PVP
  
  
  Selee-01 | Celestial Speck | Revan4221
  
  Zyr'Abaoth
  ================================================================================
  
  Ocaeril:
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  Dialga:
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  Palkia:
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  Giratina:
  ==============
  
  Zyr would not, in fact, sleep peacefully. He would, moments after falling into the abyss that awaited him, and allowing Ocaeril a split second of peace, proceed to violently explode.
  
  
  
  The blast would seem to warp reality around it, sending out a shockwave that left the Trio on the brink of death, though saved by Ocaeril's enhancements. Ocaeril likewise would feel pain unlike anything he had experienced before as the unbound void swirled around the afterlife. Whatever was left of the realm dissolved into nothing, turning into an omnipresent blackness as Zyr's soul found itself a new host. Ocaeril could feel his mind merging with that of the dragon, clearly in a far more aggressive and agonizing process than Yimor's fusion with Inqui from the perspective of the trio. His avatar would change along with his mind. Black wings would sprout from his shoulders and his horns would gnarl and be stained black wheras his mouth would be wrenched open with the sudden growth of several new rows of teeth. Voidsteel plates would form across his torso, linking along his body to form armor, as a tail with a spiked club on the end would sprout from his backside with a burst of firey methane. His knees would seem to snap as his legs became like those of a dragonborn, fully animal while his arms simply gained a thin coating of black scales. His face would remain vaguely humanoid, the scales ending around the ears and leaving his hairline intact. Changes to his avatar would not be the only ones to come, indeed his true body would change as well. Voidsteel ore would manifest underground seemingly from nothing. Monolithic pillars of black voidstone would rise in ashen hellscapes that were once fertile plains. Desertification on a massive scale would leave much of the eastern mainland steppes now a barren expanse of grey sand and similar stone pillars. Alien life-forms would crawl forth from what remained of sunfall reef, seemingly in greater number than ever before. Yimor's planet, now called Zyr by those on the surface, would shine and then go dark, now nothing but a grey orb awaiting a new divinity to claim it, or, perhaps an old one? Under the sea on ocaeril's surface, great quakes and tremors would lead to volcanic eruptions, new islands being born in a matter of years and all baring the same alien traits as the areas converted by Zyr's absorption. Those who were once under Zyr's influence awoke from their long slumber, with no memory of their time as a raving cultist. Some, however, would not awaken at all, having been slain in great purges under the reign of terror or having sacrificed themselves to the dark god's cause. Zyr's mind would find new life within Ocaeril, and its immediate attempts to seize control of his mind were evident to the three demigods beholding this transformation. Ocaeril and Zyr soon found no reason to struggle for dominance however, as they were, in fact, one and the same. Equivalent to a man's arm fighting his leg. All the hopes, desires, thoughts and feelings of one having merged with the other, until no difference could be found between the two.
  
  Ocaeril - Celestial Speck has fused with Zyr'Abaoth. Please update your sheet to include this character's Sphere, miracles, aspects, and revise description/appearance. Updating the personality, name/s, and backstory sections is optional, but highly encouraged.
  
  Zyr'Abaoth - Selee-01 has been killed, please make a new character if you wish to continue.
  
• 
  
  
  "OH WOW MY WHOLE LIFE JUST FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES. MAN THAT SUCKED. HOLD ON, ARE YOU COMING ONTO ME? THAT'S THE VIBE I'M GETTING HERE. I'M TAKEN. JUST SO YOU KNOW, BUT ZEMMY ALWAYS SAID IT WAS FINE IF WE WERE OPEN. BUT YEAH I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL FOR YOU."
  
  

The winds blew. The void shone as it found itself a new host.



Screams of pain came from the god, as everything went black around himself. Screams that seemed to be one, and yet were different from one another. As the afterlife fell apart, its reality going away, as it almost resembled mirrors shattering. Souls fled and tried to hide, yet to no avail-- although, most of them seemed to have survived, probably. Sicking crack sounds could be heard, as his bones rearranged themselves. Flows of memories and feelings went into his mind-- as massive black wings sprouted from his back, the more complete the transformation was, the more the afterlife seemed to break, going darker and darker.

When the darkness reached its limit and seemed to engulf all of them, came silence.

Then, a snap.

"Void."

Everything was canceled. At least, most of it was. All of the mortal souls to the afterlife, at least this specific one were no longer bound to true limbo. The creation's trio's wounds and any mental damage, gone, as they were restored to true health. The same couldn't be said about the area they currently were, however, as they still stood in eternal blackness, with the odd soul or two wandering about, still clearly confused.

Ocaeril was nowhere to be seen.

"Hmmm~ This was how he said it, right?"

A low hum came from nothingness for a moment, before Ocaeril(?)/Zyr(?) seemed to gasp, and laugh as if they realized the creation trio was still here.

"Oh! Apologies, I almost forgot you were all here, my, I'm sure am glad he evolved your bodies like that. Fate truly blessed you three today, it seems!"

A small laugh came from nothing before shadows seemed to take form from the nothingness of the afterlife. Yellow and black energy, now green, started to form itself in front of all of them. "Please excuse me. While my true form does indeed fit both gods that came into being within me, I must say it's quite flashy! After all, both made a promise of [mortality] to one another. Don't worry, I'm not an enemy. Far from it."

A new figure was formed. Different from any of the other gods who showed clear inhumanity, it was almost easy to mistake him as a human.

Revan4221

"It does fit the new era we're in, does it not? Ah, I'm sorry, I do not mean to sound ominous, hahaha! I mean this new...'Technological one'? Bah, they never came with a name for it, heh."

The figure bowed at the tree, as he held his umbrella in his hand. The Dragon Slayer morphed. "Now, I'll admit! It's a bit disorientating, and perhaps a bit annoying to ask you three this, but, my body has had...A new change in appearance in some parts. Hell, even a third continent has appeared. If possible, I want to ask you all to maybe deal with it in whichever way you see fit. Don't try and destroy it- After all, I'm someone with two weaknesses now, that'd be chaos if you simply destroyed it! Maybe make the lands more fertile, or less threatening-- do what you all do, just be careful, please."

The man laughed, almost as if it was someone else's problem. It technically was and wasn't. "I have work to do myself. Fix this mess, who knew having such a painful birth would do this. Ah, and explaining things to my loved ones as well. I thank you three for coming to his aid, it was really important for me! Still, do be careful. I can't always be here to void damage from you all."

The man smiled, before turning his back at the three. He opened his umbrella, as a gap, in reality, appeared in front of him, a small portal. "Take care of yourselves, friends! And tell me a good name for myself if you think of one!"

As the new god passed through the portal, he waved at the trio-- before suddenly disappearing. He had one thing to do first, though.

He had to fix the mess he created.​

 

[KolastoRPN]

Helsa Conversational

• Oca VS Zyr
• Meryl

• 
  
  GM Update: PVP
  
  
  Selee-01 | Celestial Speck | Revan4221
  
  Zyr'Abaoth
  ================================================================================
  
  Ocaeril:
  ===================================================
  
  Dialga:
  ===============
  
  Palkia:
  ===============
  
  Giratina:
  ==============
  
  Zyr would not, in fact, sleep peacefully. He would, moments after falling into the abyss that awaited him, and allowing Ocaeril a split second of peace, proceed to violently explode.
  
  
  
  The blast would seem to warp reality around it, sending out a shockwave that left the Trio on the brink of death, though saved by Ocaeril's enhancements. Ocaeril likewise would feel pain unlike anything he had experienced before as the unbound void swirled around the afterlife. Whatever was left of the realm dissolved into nothing, turning into an omnipresent blackness as Zyr's soul found itself a new host. Ocaeril could feel his mind merging with that of the dragon, clearly in a far more aggressive and agonizing process than Yimor's fusion with Inqui from the perspective of the trio. His avatar would change along with his mind. Black wings would sprout from his shoulders and his horns would gnarl and be stained black wheras his mouth would be wrenched open with the sudden growth of several new rows of teeth. Voidsteel plates would form across his torso, linking along his body to form armor, as a tail with a spiked club on the end would sprout from his backside with a burst of firey methane. His knees would seem to snap as his legs became like those of a dragonborn, fully animal while his arms simply gained a thin coating of black scales. His face would remain vaguely humanoid, the scales ending around the ears and leaving his hairline intact. Changes to his avatar would not be the only ones to come, indeed his true body would change as well. Voidsteel ore would manifest underground seemingly from nothing. Monolithic pillars of black voidstone would rise in ashen hellscapes that were once fertile plains. Desertification on a massive scale would leave much of the eastern mainland steppes now a barren expanse of grey sand and similar stone pillars. Alien life-forms would crawl forth from what remained of sunfall reef, seemingly in greater number than ever before. Yimor's planet, now called Zyr by those on the surface, would shine and then go dark, now nothing but a grey orb awaiting a new divinity to claim it, or, perhaps an old one? Under the sea on ocaeril's surface, great quakes and tremors would lead to volcanic eruptions, new islands being born in a matter of years and all baring the same alien traits as the areas converted by Zyr's absorption. Those who were once under Zyr's influence awoke from their long slumber, with no memory of their time as a raving cultist. Some, however, would not awaken at all, having been slain in great purges under the reign of terror or having sacrificed themselves to the dark god's cause. Zyr's mind would find new life within Ocaeril, and its immediate attempts to seize control of his mind were evident to the three demigods beholding this transformation. Ocaeril and Zyr soon found no reason to struggle for dominance however, as they were, in fact, one and the same. Equivalent to a man's arm fighting his leg. All the hopes, desires, thoughts and feelings of one having merged with the other, until no difference could be found between the two.
  
  Ocaeril - Celestial Speck has fused with Zyr'Abaoth. Please update your sheet to include this character's Sphere, miracles, aspects, and revise description/appearance. Updating the personality, name/s, and backstory sections is optional, but highly encouraged.
  
  Zyr'Abaoth - Selee-01 has been killed, please make a new character if you wish to continue.
  
• 
  
  
  "OH WOW MY WHOLE LIFE JUST FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES. MAN THAT SUCKED. HOLD ON, ARE YOU COMING ONTO ME? THAT'S THE VIBE I'M GETTING HERE. I'M TAKEN. JUST SO YOU KNOW, BUT ZEMMY ALWAYS SAID IT WAS FINE IF WE WERE OPEN. BUT YEAH I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL FOR YOU."
  
  

Helsa was lying around in her throne room, trying to think of something else to do for this cycle, when suddenly everything began to shake. It was only due to her tentacles steadying her body that she did not trip over from the sudden shaking.

"...What the heck just happened?!" She asked herself, reaching her powers outward to find the source of the tremors.

...huh, that's new. Helsa thought calmly as her powers observed the giant eldritch desert she had found.

EHHHHHHH?! She then mentally flipped out at the sudden GIANT ELDRITCH DESERT she found. What in the name of ME is going on here?!!!?

 

[Celestial Speck]

Helsa Conversational



Helsa was lying around in her throne room, trying to think of something else to do for this cycle, when suddenly everything began to shake. It was only due to her tentacles steadying her body that she did not trip over from the sudden shaking.

"...What the heck just happened?!" She asked herself, reaching her powers outward to find the source of the tremors.

...huh, that's new. Helsa thought calmly as her powers observed the giant eldritch desert she had found.

EHHHHHHH?! She then mentally flipped out at the sudden GIANT ELDRITCH DESERT she found. What in the name of ME is going on here?!!!?

"Indeed, what is going on?"

A strange, yet familiar voice rang behind Helsa, as when she turned around, she would find a oddly familiar, yet new figure standing there. A man with blonde hair and a small ponytail stood on her throne, his legs crossed, and what appeared to be a bottle of cheap booze in his hand. Taking a drink from it, the man smiled, a chuckle soon coming out of it.

"Ah, I apologise! I didn't mean to scare you, Helsa. Well, maybe I did, the other part of me likes to appear out of the blue with no explanation or subtlety at all, hahaha."

The voice smiled as he closed his eyes, taking another shot from the drink. The way he drank it was familiar. "Anyways, ignore my first message. I really just assumed you would say something like that-- 'what's going on' and all. Probably a bit pretentious of me, but eh, it's a natural thought to a situation as big as this one."

The man seemed to flicker for a moment, before staring at Helsa's general direction. "Anyways, Ocaeril did what he said he was gonna do. He killed Zyr. Both are one in the same, at least spiritually and in a non-homoerotic manner, resulting in me. Zyr is an Eldritch dragon and all, so it explains...All of this. I'm a clone sent by their fusion- here to tell that everything is going to be fine, don't worry! I just came here to explain things to you, given you're close to me and things like that. So...Yeah! We won! Wooo! No more fucky afterlife, yeah!"

The man clapped, before going quiet.

"...Oh, and...Sorry for the lie. Given I'm mostly Ocaeril given he was the winner, it was necessary. He didn't want to involve anyone in something so personal. Just uh, hold on tight. It's gonna be a bumpy ride, this cycle. Oh! And do tell me if you have a name for the fusion. Ocazyr sounds like a silly name. But Ocaeril works fine as well. See you, and be careful out there!"

In a flash of green, the clone disappeared, leaving a bottle on Helsa's throne for her to drink for. A note saying 'AND TELL BLACKBELLOW I'M SORRY FOR THE EXTRA HOURS!'

 

[Churl]

"OH WOW MY WHOLE LIFE JUST FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES. MAN THAT SUCKED. HOLD ON, ARE YOU COMING ONTO ME? THAT'S THE VIBE I'M GETTING HERE. I'M TAKEN. JUST SO YOU KNOW, BUT ZEMMY ALWAYS SAID IT WAS FINE IF WE WERE OPEN. BUT YEAH I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL FOR YOU."
​

Ickol Interrogational

“Pffft ha ha seriously? Your whole life?! Are you shitting me right now? Oh man, that is fucking beautiful. I get it now, yeah, okay.”

Ickol doubled over and needed to stop to catch her breath.

“Important or not, you have my attention, ‘doom and gloom’. But naw, that wasn’t my vibe, I think you are just insanely lustful. No, for now I’d prefer a more... platonic type of involuntary servitude. Starting with, answer me these questions three, darling: your name, who ‘Zemmy’ is, and if you or they are related to that dark bird that’s been hanging around. As for your reward, I’m willing to name prices. Vengeance, power, freedom, that whole scha-bang.”

 

[Space Buddha]

“Pffft ha ha seriously? Your whole life?! Are you shitting me right now? Oh man, that is fucking beautiful. I get it now, yeah, okay.”

Ickol doubled over and needed to stop to catch her breath.

“Important or not, you have my attention, ‘doom and gloom’. But naw, that wasn’t my vibe, I think you are just insanely lustful. No, for now I’d prefer a more... platonic type of involuntary servitude. Starting with, answer me these questions three, darling: your name, who ‘Zemmy’ is, and if you or they are related to that dark bird that’s been hanging around. As for your reward, I’m willing to name prices. Vengeance, power, freedom, that whole scha-bang.”

"OH GOD FINALLY YOU STOPPED PUTTING ON THAT BULLSHIT VOICE. ALTHOUGH SOMEHOW YOU SEEM LIKE MORE OF AN UNINSPIRED EDGY MOTHERFUCKER WITHOUT IT NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT. AND HEY YOU'D BE RILED UP TOO IF YOU SPENT MILLIONS OF YEARS GETTING METAPHORICALLY FUCKED BY SOMETHING THAT WASN'T A RODENT. NOW. I'LL TELL YOU ALL YOU WANNA KNOW. BUT I WANT MY REWARD FIRST. AND I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT THAT REWARD IS."

Meryl licked her lips like a nekomatus in heat, well, she would have, if she had any lips, but the point still stands. Once ickol was thoroughly distracted by this display of degeneracy, she would speak again.

"THAT BEING GETTING MY FUCKING BODY BACK. AS IF I'D OPEN MY TENDRILS FOR A FIVE, AT BEST."​

 

[KolastoRPN]

Helsa Conversational

"Indeed, what is going on?"

A strange, yet familiar voice rang behind Helsa, as when she turned around, she would find a oddly familiar, yet new figure standing there. A man with blonde hair and a small ponytail stood on her throne, his legs crossed, and what appeared to be a bottle of cheap booze in his hand. Taking a drink from it, the man smiled, a chuckle soon coming out of it.

"Ah, I apologise! I didn't mean to scare you, Helsa. Well, maybe I did, the other part of me likes to appear out of the blue with no explanation or subtlety at all, hahaha."

The voice smiled as he closed his eyes, taking another shot from the drink. The way he drank it was familiar. "Anyways, ignore my first message. I really just assumed you would say something like that-- 'what's going on' and all. Probably a bit pretentious of me, but eh, it's a natural thought to a situation as big as this one."

The man seemed to flicker for a moment, before staring at Helsa's general direction. "Anyways, Ocaeril did what he said he was gonna do. He killed Zyr. Both are one in the same, at least spiritually and in a non-homoerotic manner, resulting in me. Zyr is an Eldritch dragon and all, so it explains...All of this. I'm a clone sent by their fusion- here to tell that everything is going to be fine, don't worry! I just came here to explain things to you, given you're close to me and things like that. So...Yeah! We won! Wooo! No more fucky afterlife, yeah!"

The man clapped, before going quiet.

"...Oh, and...Sorry for the lie. Given I'm mostly Ocaeril given he was the winner, it was necessary. He didn't want to involve anyone in something so personal. Just uh, hold on tight. It's gonna be a bumpy ride, this cycle. Oh! And do tell me if you have a name for the fusion. Ocazyr sounds like a silly name. But Ocaeril works fine as well. See you, and be careful out there!"

In a flash of green, the clone disappeared, leaving a bottle on Helsa's throne for her to drink for. A note saying 'AND TELL BLACKBELLOW I'M SORRY FOR THE EXTRA HOURS!'

Helsa stared at the place where the...Ocaeril? Zyr?...the illusionary figure was. Her mind was mentally parsing what had come out of the figure's mouth, and as soon as she was finished, she made her decision on what to do.

She walked over to the bottle on the throne, picked it up, sat down on the throne, and downed the entire bottle in one gulp. She needed a lot of alcohol to deal with the sheer confusion of what just happened.

A lot.

 

[Churl]

"OH GOD FINALLY YOU STOPPED PUTTING ON THAT BULLSHIT VOICE. ALTHOUGH SOMEHOW YOU SEEM LIKE MORE OF AN UNINSPIRED EDGY MOTHERFUCKER WITHOUT IT NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT. AND HEY YOU'D BE RILED UP TOO IF YOU SPENT MILLIONS OF YEARS GETTING METAPHORICALLY FUCKED BY SOMETHING THAT WASN'T A RODENT. NOW. I'LL TELL YOU ALL YOU WANNA KNOW. BUT I WANT MY REWARD FIRST. AND I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT THAT REWARD IS."

Meryl licked her lips like a nekomatus in heat, well, she would have, if she had any lips, but the point still stands. Once Ickol was thoroughly distracted by this display of degeneracy, she would speak again.

"THAT BEING GETTING MY FUCKING BODY BACK. AS IF I'D OPEN MY TENDRILS FOR A FIVE, AT BEST."​

Ickol Interrogational

“Charming.”
Ickol brightened as her ditzy expression she wore in the hall of the gods took over her face.
“My...voice, whatever...do...you...mean?”

She shook her head at the pitiful creature.

“Also, a...five? You...must...have...some...real...babes...wherever...you’re...from, if...you’re...even...going...to...pretend...I’m...not...an...eight, minimum. Leave...the...lying...to...the...masters, dear, it...doesn’t...look...good...on...idiots. Resorting...to...insults, just...because...you’re...powerless...in...the...face...of...someone...with...real...strength? Sad, no...wonder...you...lost. Not...sure...what...you...mean...by...the...rodent...comment, but...what...I...got...out...of...your...spiel...is...you...aren’t...from...around...here. We...would...know...about...such...a...long-lived...creature. As...for...your...body, you’re...feeling...it, toots. They...tortured...you...in...that...loop...for...an...eternity, until...even...your...mind...broke, and...only...then...put...you...out...of...your...misery...and...annihilated...your...remains. You’re...lucky...I...was...able...to...bring...back...even...this...much, I...had...to...pull...a...lot...of...favors...to...get...even...a...fragment...of...your...mind. This...is...you: an...ember...of...a...spark...that...thought...she...could...face...a...fire. Honestly? You’re...better...without...that...mess. You...weren’t...strong...then, but...perhaps...I...can...get...you...actual...power. Weight...to...throw...around...that...isn’t...just...an...ant...biting...at...a...foot.”

 

[Space Buddha]

“Charming.”
Ickol brightened as her ditzy expression she wore in the hall of the gods took over her face.
“My...voice, whatever...do...you...mean?”

She shook her head at the pitiful creature.

“Also, a...five? You...must...have...some...real...babes...wherever...you’re...from, if...you’re...even...going...to...pretend...I’m...not...an...eight, minimum. Leave...the...lying...to...the...masters, dear, it...doesn’t...look...good...on...idiots. Resorting...to...insults, just...because...you’re...powerless...in...the...face...of...someone...with...real...strength? Sad, no...wonder...you...lost. Not...sure...what...you...mean...by...the...rodent...comment, but...what...I...got...out...of...your...spiel...is...you...aren’t...from...around...here. We...would...know...about...such...a...long-lived...creature. As...for...your...body, you’re...feeling...it, toots. They...tortured...you...in...that...loop...for...an...eternity, until...even...your...mind...broke, and...only...then...put...you...out...of...your...misery...and...annihilated...your...remains. You’re...lucky...I...was...able...to...bring...back...even...this...much, I...had...to...pull...a...lot...of...favors...to...get...even...a...fragment...of...your...mind. This...is...you: an...ember...of...a...spark...that...thought...she...could...face...a...fire. Honestly? You’re...better...without...that...mess. You...weren’t...strong...then, but...perhaps...I...can...get...you...actual...power. Weight...to...throw...around...that...isn’t...just...an...ant...biting...at...a...foot.”

"MY GOD YOU SUCK AT THIS. SO MANY BIG WORDS AND YOU HONESTLY THING ANY OF THAT IS GOING TO GET TO ME WHEN I LEGIT HAVE NO CLUE WHAT ANYTHING YOU JUST SAID MEANS YOU UGLY DOGFUCKING MOTHERFUCKER. LAST I CHECKED THE ONLY THINGS YOU CAN FLEX THOSE NOODLE ARMS ON ARE THAT PATHETIC HUMAN FARMBOY AND THE DUMBASS GAMBLER DUDE. AND SISTER YOU CAN'T EVEN WORK YOUR OWN SPHERE. BETTER LIARS HAVE SNORTED COKE OUT MY ASSHOLE AND THEY AIN'T NEED NO MAGIC BULLSHIT TO GET SOMEONE TO BELIEVE THEM WHEN THEY SAY IT'S PERFECTLY SAFE. IF YOU WANT ME DEAD JUST KILL ME. I WELCOME DEATH. BUT AT LEAST I CAN DIE NOT KNOWING I BENT OVER AND GOT RAILED BY A- WAIT WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT POWER? NOW YOUR SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE. WHAT KIND OF POWERS CAN YOU GIVE ME? FURRY TRANSFORMATION UwU? THE POWER TO NOTICE A BULDGE!? OwO"​

 

[Churl]

"MY GOD YOU SUCK AT THIS. SO MANY BIG WORDS AND YOU HONESTLY THING ANY OF THAT IS GOING TO GET TO ME WHEN I LEGIT HAVE NO CLUE WHAT ANYTHING YOU JUST SAID MEANS YOU UGLY DOGFUCKING MOTHERFUCKER. LAST I CHECKED THE ONLY THINGS YOU CAN FLEX THOSE NOODLE ARMS ON ARE THAT PATHETIC HUMAN FARMBOY AND THE DUMBASS GAMBLER DUDE. AND SISTER YOU CAN'T EVEN WORK YOUR OWN SPHERE. BETTER LIARS HAVE SNORTED COKE OUT MY ASSHOLE AND THEY AIN'T NEED NO MAGIC BULLSHIT TO GET SOMEONE TO BELIEVE THEM WHEN THEY SAY IT'S PERFECTLY SAFE. IF YOU WANT ME DEAD JUST KILL ME. I WELCOME DEATH. BUT AT LEAST I CAN DIE NOT KNOWING I BENT OVER AND GOT RAILED BY A- WAIT WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT POWER? NOW YOUR SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE. WHAT KIND OF POWERS CAN YOU GIVE ME? FURRY TRANSFORMATION UwU? THE POWER TO NOTICE A BULDGE!? OwO"​

Ickol Interrogational

Really? Those were the words too big for her? Gods, this is a stupid creature. How delightful.

But also once again she’d accidentally given away information. She knew about Joe and Cardicarious, and had apparently been watching them all to gauge power. It had to be simple observation, as otherwise they would realize Ickol’s true power. Interesting. Everything else she said, though? Stupid and disgusting and bizarre. But it appears this degeneracy is a part of her nature. A very... defining part. Hm.

Ickol flexed her sphere on the hapless slime, specifically on her lewdness. Any attempt to form a lewd thought, even for insults, would result in a dizzying confusion the mind would of course move on from rather than dwell on. True, she was taking a hammer to a defining characteristic of this being, but really this has gotten old real quick.

She smiled sweetly at the slime, who was unaware what had been taken from her mind.

“Power...as...in, power...to...accomplish...whatever...goal...you...came...here...for. Or...to...get...revenge...on...the...gods...that...killed...you. But...first, I...need...answers. What...is...your...name, who...is...’Zemmy’, why...are...you...here?”

 

[Space Buddha]

Really? Those were the words too big for her? Gods, this is a stupid creature. How delightful.

But also once again she’d accidentally given away information. She knew about Joe and Cardicarious, and had apparently been watching them all to gauge power. It had to be simple observation, as otherwise they would realize Ickol’s true power. Interesting. Everything else she said, though? Stupid and disgusting and bizarre. But it appears this degeneracy is a part of her nature. A very... defining part. Hm.

Ickol flexed her sphere on the hapless slime, specifically on her lewdness. Any attempt to form a lewd thought, even for insults, would result in a dizzying confusion the mind would of course move on from rather than dwell on. True, she was taking a hammer to a defining characteristic of this being, but really this has gotten old real quick.

She smiled sweetly at the slime, who was unaware what had been taken from her mind.

“Power...as...in, power...to...accomplish...whatever...goal...you...came...here...for. Or...to...get...revenge...on...the...gods...that...killed...you. But...first, I...need...answers. What...is...your...name, who...is...’Zemmy’, why...are...you...here?”

"YOU MOTHERFUCKING IDIOT THAT IS NOT HOW YOUR SPHERE WORKS. YOU WANT THE PART THAT CALLS YOU A COCKSUCKING WHORE TO GO AWAY? YOU GOTTA SAY IT IN BRACKETS LIKE THE EDGY MOFO YOU ARE. AND OH FUCK YEAH I WANT BOTH OF THOSE, ADD IN THE UwU PARTS TOO. OH YEAH AND THE NAME'S MERYL. THAT'S MERYL WITH A Y. AND ZEMMY IS THE-"

Meryl would then go into a graphic description of the nature of her relationship with the being evidently called Zemrasil, specifically the more disgusting parts. As she did so, Ickol would get some insight into the nature of Zemrasil, but moreso why her power didn't seem to work. It would seem that she hasn't been thinking about sex or anything relating to it at all for this entire conversation, hence the lack of an effect. This is just... the way she talks, and to her this is a completely everyday conversation.

"I'M HERE TO FIND THAT DUMBASS BLOB OF PISS THAT NABBED THAT BLONDIE WITH HER AND CLAP HER FUCKING CHEEKS. YOU INTERESTED?"​

 

[CutieBoop]

Tiamat seemed to be perfectly calm in the hall, even if she did want to do any sort of actions. Honestly, she lacked a lot, which would be why she frustratingly grumbles during idea constructions. There isn't a lot to think of, so she just stood up and left the hall, flying in her origin-physical forme to see what the world can offer in new life.

To her surprise, there's new lands, new waters, new biomes... She observed for a bit, then speaking her own thoughts. "Aaa, aaaaahhhh? Aaaaahhhh... Ahhhh..." (Dear me, how much time has passed? Everything feels so new... What do I do...) Well, what she will do is keep flying over, scanning new areas and horizons before she can get a idea for new creations or new ways to travel. ... Wait, actually, another thing came to mind. "Aaaah, aaaa.... aaaaaaaaaaaa?" (If the world has changed, then.... has my child grown?) Yup, there it is. She wants to see her boy Ocaeril now, to check up on his well being and see if he has grown or matured any much. That, and she might use the Kirin to help her locate him if he's in a very different place at the moment.

 

[Churl]

"YOU MOTHERFUCKING IDIOT THAT IS NOT HOW YOUR SPHERE WORKS. YOU WANT THE PART THAT CALLS YOU A COCKSUCKING WHORE TO GO AWAY? YOU GOTTA SAY IT IN BRACKETS LIKE THE EDGY MOFO YOU ARE. AND OH FUCK YEAH I WANT BOTH OF THOSE, ADD IN THE UwU PARTS TOO. OH YEAH AND THE NAME'S MERYL. THAT'S MERYL WITH A Y. AND ZEMMY IS THE-"

Meryl would then go into a graphic description of the nature of her relationship with the being evidently called Zemrasil, specifically the more disgusting parts. As she did so, Ickol would get some insight into the nature of Zemrasil, but moreso why her power didn't seem to work. It would seem that she hasn't been thinking about sex or anything relating to it at all for this entire conversation, hence the lack of an effect. This is just... the way she talks, and to her this is a completely everyday conversation.

"I'M HERE TO FIND THAT DUMBASS BLOB OF PISS THAT NABBED THAT BLONDIE WITH HER AND CLAP HER FUCKING CHEEKS. YOU INTERESTED?"​

Ickol Interrogational


...Huh. What is with this creature?

“So, if...I’m...interpreting...this...right, you...are...after... hm, Inqui Rey? Which...would...make...the...’blonde...she...nabbed’..., oh. Right, there...was...an...insolent...immortal...girl...with...her...all...this...time. The...leader...of...Camelot. Okay, why...do...you...seek...her? And...where...might...we...find...Zemrasil?”

 

[Celestial Speck]

Tiamat seemed to be perfectly calm in the hall, even if she did want to do any sort of actions. Honestly, she lacked a lot, which would be why she frustratingly grumbles during idea constructions. There isn't a lot to think of, so she just stood up and left the hall, flying in her origin-physical forme to see what the world can offer in new life.

To her surprise, there's new lands, new waters, new biomes... She observed for a bit, then speaking her own thoughts. "Aaa, aaaaahhhh? Aaaaahhhh... Ahhhh..." (Dear me, how much time has passed? Everything feels so new... What do I do...) Well, what she will do is keep flying over, scanning new areas and horizons before she can get a idea for new creations or new ways to travel. ... Wait, actually, another thing came to mind. "Aaaah, aaaa.... aaaaaaaaaaaa?" (If the world has changed, then.... has my child grown?) Yup, there it is. She wants to see her boy Ocaeril now, to check up on his well being and see if he has grown or matured any much. That, and she might use the Kirin to help her locate him if he's in a very different place at the moment.

As the lightning dragon, Kirin, now a young adult, if not on his late teens, tried to go out to look for Ocaeril, he soon came back to Tiamat, seconds later, and with a series of growls and 'aaaghs' towards her, he claimed he found nothing.

...No, he literally found nothing.

When he came back, Tiamat could soon feel a pressure behind her back, as a figure held her shoulder gently. As she turned around, she would be met with a new figure. A figure familiar to her, with the back of her mind reminding herself of both Zyr and Oca, almost blending together in the same body and face she was looking at. A small smile was on his lips, as he stared at her with his blue eyes, as he held an umbrella that covered both her and him under a shadow.

"Hi mom," He said, smiling. Kirin came closer, rubbing his head against the other's hand, who smiled, and rubbed him by himself, before looking at Tiamat. "...I'm sorry for the [rain.] I wanted to tell you about all of this...But I didn't have the chance."

The man smiled, closing his eyes, a grin on his face. "I'm home."