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

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Have you ever wanted to escape bullshit and idiotic entropic beings that know nothing but destruction? Have you ever wanted to go 'bullocks to it!' and just fuck off and live a normal life in a normal realm without having to worry about a D&D setting becoming sci fi in like, two weeks? Have you ever wanted to put on headphones and not worry about the other gods throwing fucking nukes at one another while your own body shrivels and wither away because the local Sky God got a hard-on for big booms and war? Well, you're in piss poor luck, since you're not getting any of that shit in Ocaeril! Visit our local dark lake, where acidic rain caused a literal abomination of death and bones to rise from war caused by two incompetent asshats! Maybe you are a bit more daring, and want to visit the Nekomatus islands, where the cats are all gay! You better lube up your tails, buddy! Or maybe you wanna chillax and be possessed by interdimensional forces that make you wonder 'why the hell has nobody dealt with it already' and practice the Winds of Magic!

Here in Ocaeril, all of this and worse can and WILL happen to you! And if nothing happens in less then fifty years that doesn't make you cry out in pain and suffering, it's your whatever currency you use back! Come visit us in Ocaeril, we're one of the worst!

"Man this break really is taking its toll on me, huh."

As Ocaeril (the god, but also the planet) finished contemplating how utterly fucked his world actually was for a few decades while passing some time with his family, and Shimone, who thankfully had come back (but was acting a little weird) he realized one massive trait of his was coming out: The 'fuck it, I'll deal with this' trait he had. While the world wasn't burning down yet because some asshole used the wrong prose when describing what he did and interdimensional forces misunderstood and caused a doomed timeline, it sure felt like it was in a little bit because of all this Siren, Gaul, and Sci-Fi bullshit they're bringing in what was a normal medieval world in like, five hundred years.

He saw multiple possibilities with his third eye. Some they won and something worse came by just a turn later, others they lost and you can expect what happens, and an interesting thing about all these timelines? Yeah, they never really got a moment to rest. There will always be some asshole swinging his massive dick around and wrecking shit, and they deal with it, make some funny jokes about it, then kill him and move on to the next asshole.

Ocaeril gripped his whiskey bottle with intensity. The bottle was instantly destroyed but quickly reformed as he drank from it at the World Tree. His body was itching to get out of his ass and create something new to combat all this bullshit, and while his clones are already doing so, the actual, fully powered Ocaeril was still on a break that made him regret more and more ever being political with Corven or Gaul or whatever the fuck and the Sirens. Would people judge him too hard if he talked with Dialga and went back in time to destroy them? Probably not, they did the same shit when they first attacked. Wicked and violent thoughts of how to destroy the Sirens and Gaul came to Ocaeril's mind, yet he never really did anything with it. He's still on break.

He occasionally felt these tingly sensations all over his body followed with some trees straightening themselves up like the hairs on his skin, but he ignored it.

"It's probably nothing." He repeated to himself for the fifth hundred and twenty-fifth time.

It was then that he heard a knock at the door, and was greeted by... some sort of sleepy-looking blonde kitsune. She is wearing a fake mustache, and holding a large package in her hands. The energy radiating off of her makes Ocaeril’s skin crawl, not like he’s sensing anything dangerous, but more... just wrong. Just personally insulting on some level.

“Gotta non-special delivery for Ocaeril? It’s signed ‘from your quilled best friend’. Also, can I just add it is completely bullshit trying to mail packages to you, especially when the sender is a cheeky troll who just puts ‘Ocaeril’ as the address.”

There was only a moment of silence from the other planet god, the look on his face almost similar, if not equal to the other Kitsune. Some ancient being inside of him roared and laughed at this, as he almost felt like his own fox parts wanted to come out. They didn't. Either because of how stupid and unnecessary it'd be and because he already had the feeling that this situation was going to head straight into bullshit level of territories.

Okay, Ocaeril's mind slowed down for a moment there. He could just kill whoever this is and absorb her memories to get who she works with, but from what she said, the fact that she used the words 'quilled' and 'best friend' already gave him an idea who it was. Why the fuck Original would create some tired eastern fox when he caused Youkai to be enslaved is beyond him, though.

"Sounds like me, yeah." The fact she somehow was able to bypass the World Tree's defenses was also worrying. "Lemme guess, it's some dumb stupid bullshit?" He noted, already grabbing a pencil to sign anything.

“It always is, with you people.”

The fox sighs, and holds out the clipboard. On a mailing sheet, Ocaeril sees she has already signed her name under the ‘Courier’ section: Lireaco, the Progeny, False Idol of Stagnation and Validation.

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Ocaeril takes a breather. For a moment, he holds up a finger that suddenly had his nail become dark and elongated, as he closes the door on the fox's face. For a moment, one in the immediate scene can only hear the sounds of glass breaking and loud chugging, followed by a low rumble on the god's throat, almost like a dragon was doing his best not to hiccup and accidentally burn an entire city down with his fiery breath.

The door opens up. Ocaeril looks suddenly worse to wear. His fancy, well-kept clothing seemed to be suddenly belonging to a man who lost it all, and the bag under his eyes felt heavier.

"Thanks for the fanfiction Original..."

With a tired groan, he wrote his name down. Ocaeril. And immediately kicked the package. Hard. As if trying to see if anything inside of it would react. He already had a feeling he knew what was going to happen when he opened it. Maaaybe a little bit of Destruction was in that kick, but hey, don't worry about it.

The box had immediately been destroyed, being just a regular box, but the familiar red top hat within was completely untouched.

“Sure, call me a fanfiction. Asshole. Whatever, I don’t care.”

Lireaco flipped him off and began to meander away as the hat started rustling. Original burst forth from under it, now noticeably taller and with antlers, one of which is broken.

“Ah, Ocaeril, my friend! How do you like the new look? Want to know how I got it? It’s a killer of a story~ Oops! That might’ve been a hint.”

Ocaeril just had mumbled a 'you too' to Lireaco, not really hearing what she had to say, really, but more replying on an instinctual level. Whatever, (x2) he'll go after her later. He already got her face and essence. Should be easy to find her, wherever the fuck she goes. Inside him, the Kitsune said that the best partner for the best cubs was always blah blah blah something sexual and unnecessarily gross. Look, Ocaeril could stay here all day doing a back and forth that will be probably worth a few laughs in the future, but when the clearly different figure of Original with a very clearly different essence that he was familiar with burst from that top hat, he could only sigh.

And instantly, the world went dark. Darkness.

The ground bellow Ocaeril became darker, and so did his entire house, darker than most other substances in the realm, almost looking like they were transported to the darkest reaches of space. Ocaeril still looked drunk, tired, and exhausted, but his eyes were green and slit, and with his hand raised into a claw form, darkness wrapped itself around the figure of 'Original', highly entropic forces keeping them in place, but not hurting outright. They could most likely get out of it if they wanted to...

But it was amusing to see the look on the planet boy's face. He certainly got waaaay more ruthless, didn't he? At this point, he might be shocked in realization when discovering Ickol killed Original, but nah, all she could see in his eyes was nothing but a silent contempt and almost no other emotion. Kinda edgy, though. Looks like he went from shonen to seinen. Hah. Hah...

【Cut the bullshit. I know exactly who you are. The antlers give it away, and the fact that I know you're lying about being Original gives it even more. Show me your girl parts.】

Ocaeril blinked, the darkness disappeared, as he suddenly realized what he said.

"No, fuck, what I mean is--- AAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGH! FUCK THIS S--"

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‘Original’ grabbed the card and removed it from the camera.

“Woah there amigo, unless there’s something about the Missus you haven’t told me, fusion don’t work like that! It’s me, man! I murdered Ickol, and saved everyone! Just like you wanted. The coward had ran off and sliced up that sea witch lady, and when she popped up again we got into a little round of fisticuffs when I saw her acting all suspicious-like. Not-so-sadly, I might’ve escalated things a bit, but at least Ickol is no more! And now that lass’ power can be put to better use than ever before!”

Aside from the height and antlers, he does... seem like himself. But one of them has definitely died and been absorbed.

Ocaeril was suddenly in the corner of the room, squatting and rubbing the bridge of his nose. How nobody else in the house heard that scream is a mystery.

"Look," He began. "Original speaks more like he's cutting the words and uses a lot of old slang, way more then you're currently using, and he sure as hell wouldn't have made a clone copy of me, principally a Kitsune one, considering the fact he essentially enslaved Youkai. That, and the fact that Ickol lies as naturally as she breathes makes me know exactly who actually won that fight, 'buddy.' " Ocaeril spoke, drinking from another suspicious-looking bottle of whiskey.

"Also, Original would want to destroy everything Ickol ever created if he got information about it via fusions. Not 'use' her power. At least not right away. So can we just cut the bullshit for once in our lives here, Ickol?"

He's known that Hedgehog ever since creation. Of course he'd be able to tell if something changed.

“So distrusting! You’d think that tree head had been snake-oiling you since dawn eternal! The thing that most busts my gut is that conclusion, old boy! You of all people should know fusion alters a person.”

Original’s form shifted, resembling Ickol as he remembered her.

“I...mean, it...was...the...right...answer, but...the...logic...you...used...to...reach...it...was...all...wrong. So...doesn’t...that...mean...it...wasn’t...the...right...answer...after-all? Then...where...does...that...leave...me, huh? In...one...hasty...conclusion, you’ve...denied...my...existence! Apologize!”

As the goddess pouted at him, a copy of herself stepped out from behind her and bonked her on the head with her own hammer before popping out of existence. The first Ickol collapsed forwards only to cartwheel at the last second and stand ramrod straight directly in front of Ocaeril, her appearance and demeanor entirely changed.

“BUT REGARDLESS! The point is moot cuz I ain’t either the people you think I am! I’m both, reworked into something cool and new! It’s your new and improved best pal, Ickol, Oca! No creepy vibes like with your bro before, I actually know what consent means! Gotta say, the fact you were so friendly with that dude kinda reflects badly on you, you might want to get in the habit of denying association for when those lawsuits start to come out. Anywho! Having inherited Original’s personality, I now feel the strong male bond that is bros being dudes, Oca! And having slain your old friend in physical combat, I have earned the right to be his replacement! That’s what we’re doing, Oca! Making up for lost time! I don’t hate your guts anymore, in fact, I love them! If you’d be so kind as to spill them all over the floor so I could frolic in them, that would be wonderful! But I can understand if you’d rather take this friendship express slowly, my bro. Can I call you bro? Imma call you bro. Or cuz, if that works. The point is, I have squandered your childhood, not been the surrogate figure of ambiguous familiarity I should have been. And it’s time to make that stuff up! Tis’ why I’ve create darling Aco! Nothing says friendship like mothering a clone of your friend! In my defense, that interpretation was all on her, I managed to convince her not to think of you as the father because (no offense cuz) yikes, and also, bleh. Just bleh all around. But regardless! It’s the two of us, making up for lost time! Just Oca and his dude-bro who happens to be a woman! Sleepovers, Oca! Adventures, Oca! Child support, Oca! Kidding with that last one, she really wants nothing to do with you ya deadbeat! But brunches, Oca! Think about all the platonic brunches and forced small talk we can do now! Today’s the first day of the rest of your life, Oca! No matter how short is may turn out to be! Ickol and Oca, forever and ever! Ickol and Oca, the buddy comedy franchise you didn’t see coming! And if you don’t agree, Oca, I’m going to talk like this, Oca! I’m going to talk like this forever and ever, Oca! This is your life now, Oca! You thought this was some power move, you wrong, bitch! I mean Oca! This is the most holy olive branch of siblinghood to ever get extended in the history of ever, Oca! Are you getting annoyed yet, Oca? I’d hate to bother you Oca! Say something if this is irritating, Oca! Otherwise I’m going to keep it up, Oca!”

For a moment, Ocaeril didn't say anything. Still, with his ass on the floor, he simply stared at the figure now known as Ickoriginal in front of him. There was nothing but silence from the god, the whiskey he drank stuck on his clothes and the floor, his bottle standing pathetically broken in the ground with the rest of his drinking bottles broken too. What was happening felt akin to a chef trying to serve a customer two orders at the same time that should not go together. An already chocolatey and incredibly hard and tasteless cake mixed up with a burger, in which the chef deep fried the cake, put it between the burger buns and all the other ingredients, and tried to serve it to him.

It was chaos, and he could feel it, his own aspect dancing along constantly to this tango. His pupils simply stared at her, becoming smaller and smaller, as if he was struck with shock as the words she spoke hit him like hot and cold knifes passing through his skin and hitting his brain, not dealing any damage, but certainly making it shake in confusion and growing dread. As such, Ocaeril only had a single solution to this problem: Try and ignore it.

Maybe if I tune her out of my brain--

It wasn't a good idea.

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"Fuck."

"QUIPPY AFFIRMATIVE"

Somewhere deep inside Ocaeril's brain, he knew exactly what was going on. The burger was too large and too fucking hazardous for him to eat whole. It was a meal he can't eat, nor he can ignore, because the more he ignores, the more it grows, and the more it becomes a bigger and bigger mess. So he has to go along with what the burger wants and just eat it slowly over time until it doesn't consume everything. This was Ocaeril and Ickol now. Two hopefully platonic entities of chaos who constantly cause messes of this form and size for one another.

Somewhere in a metaphysical realm beyond human comprehension, two out of three very cool chairs were formed who were currently running after one another like two rabid dogs, as a title card shined brightly.

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Her Carmelita Drizzle had arrived while she listened to Comet's answers. "Ahhhhhhhhhh." (Something like it.) Tiamat began, "Ahhhhhhh.... Aa, aaah ahhh.... aaaahhh ahhhhh ahhhh... ahhh!" (The purpose will depend.... Such as, preparing your child's wedding attire.... or a concept that will benefit the Triton and giving them the opportunity to develop... something like that!) The wedding attire was blessed armor, thus proven useful in some scenarios. The concept that benefit the Tritons was the Primordial Triforce, and thus giving them that opportunity gave them stories, offensive and defensive development, the opportunity for family, and more.

After that, she looked to the human, nodding and giving them a 'ahhh' as a way of thanks. Even if the colors were sucked, it's what it did to mortals... but not the same to the divine. Thus, she focused on Comet again. "Ahhhh- Ahhhhhh 'aaaaaahhh' aaaaahhhhhh ahhhhh!" (A mystery- I bet I could 'birth' those colors if I wanted to!) Well, no, not literally. She meant something else, if she felt like that is good stress management for her children. "... ahhhhh, aaaaaa. Ahhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh. Laaahaaahhhhahhh. Laa, aaaaaaaaa. Ahhhhhhhh!" (... using natural ingredients, of course. Most of my creations involve natural ingredients by nature. It becomes a egg thus making it come to life when it hatches. Otherwise, there is a way for my children to be occupied. I've made instruments for them recently!)

After the ramblings of a motherly goddess, Tiamat began to drink the Carmelita Drizzle as slowly and as politely as possible. She isn't in a rush of ideas just yet, and the results of the drizzle may effect that rush. The politeness, however, came from family table manners. ... but this isn't a family dinner, so what's the point? There is none, but she just likes to be polite much like anybody else. The muffins will be sampled later, but if it is a reassuring thought, she could have some of them later, and save the rest to bring home to her family.

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Comet chuckled slightly, nodding as Tiamat accepted her drink. "I bet you could, being a god and all. I will admit, it would be a neat trick, summoning paint or some other pastime for kids to play with as a distraction, in order to let of fsome steam and release that energy. Goodness, even some adults would find that fun!" He said with a grin, his tone clearly revealing him to be one of said adults who would enjoy it. "And instruments you say? Well, that's nice! Music is great, let me tell you! One of my favorite things to do is create music in my spare time. It's my special talent, after all." He chuckled again, curiosity present in his eyes as he watched Tiamat take a drink.

The Carmelita was basically an espresso with caramel in it, as the name suggested, with a perfectly sized dollop of whipped cream on top. However, unlike most espresso, there was an even heavier, almost overwhelming sensation of caffeinated goodness inside of it, despite the only difference in taste being a markedly better way it of brewing. It was like taking a shot of deliciously raw energy with every mouthful, energy which went straight to the brain and muscles and said 'Let's get to work!'. Of course, what with Tiamat being a god and all, the effects shouldnt be overwhelming. But who knew how much it would actually effect her, or whether she would even feel it at all? The devine were a tricky crowd to serve, after all, and you never knew if you got it right....

An odd thing to note was that the human from before hadn't left after delivering the order, but rather stayed to silently watch Tiamat drink her coffee. After she'd taken a couple sips, he cleared his throat, once more speaking up in that horribly bland emotionless voice. "If you do not mind me asking Ma'am, how is the drink? Does it meet your satisfaction?" He asked Tiamat, a faint, almost imperceptible curiosity present in his monotone words. While Comet didn't say anything, it was clear by the pony's expression that he was also curious about Tiamat's opinion on the drink.
 
Now, summoning paint... to make paint... that's a activity to consider for her family! Not only is it a relief from hyperactivity, but it can be a stress reliever! Taking it in mind, it will be one among many ideas. While this is a caramel espresso, it gave the goddess a boost of energy such as a wake-up call and boost of creativity. When she finishes drinking it for now (should be at least 1/2 empty from the drinking), she gave a satisfied 'aaaaaaaaahhhhh!' in response to the questions of her rating. It's just the boost she really needed, in order to stir up some creativity for each set of years. "Aaahhh aaaaahhhh, aaahh." (I thank you dearly for this, my children.) If she were in a happy mood, she may start treating other beings of life like they were her children... even if they're not. That's the habit of the Primordial Mother. Either way, she's happy.

"Aaaahhh Aaaahhh ahhh Aaaaaaa laaahaaaaaaahhh. Aaahh, ahhh, ahhhhhhh. Aaaahhhh. Laaaaaaah aaaaaaaahhhh." (The Children of the Sea and I have made music a tradition to help the advances for the triforce heroes. Mostly strings, drums, and flutes are involved. A ocarina as well. All of them contain my many blessings and songs.) That's to respond to the music inquiry. The music was all related to the weathers and the waters, particularly the seas. ... Actually, speaking of the seas...

"Aaahhhhhh ahhhhhhh? Aahhhh ahhhh, ahhhhhhhh." (Have you ever thought of having another type of sea water-species existing? I think it would work for the development of the island, maybe more civilizations.) Then came the ponderings of the goddess, with finally some way to help the folks develop. What she could do is to find a way for Sea-ponies to exist and live alongside Tritons... It's a brilliant one, isn't it? And she had the starry eyes and wings puffed up as a way to show she was excited enough to create after this lovely treat. For now, she'll balance the Carmelita drizzle and the muffins with equal politeness. She will save some muffins for Inqui, Shimone, Eva and Ocaeril, of course.

(Note: teaser for upcoming action idea in play later on.)

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  • Celestial Speck said:
    Space Buddha Space Buddha

    "NOPE."

    Fou instantly clapped his hands together and gave Ocaeril the biggest thumbs up to do his thing in the story of thumbs up. Chakra flowed and was visible around Fou's body, burning a bright purple, different from the usual blue most people have. To be able to see Chakra and its color like this is usually an extremely rare sign and shows how powerful its user is. Be regardless, Fou sorta had an exaggerated look on his face, the sound of the clap echoing in the area they were, and suddenly, Izanagi, or, [Void], was used to everyone in the bottom floor, Fou avoiding the upper ones, given that's apparently where the Cult of Pain resides in, and y'know, fuck those guys. His Rinne-Sharingan shined, showing Ocaeril's energy go through him.

    "...There. Everyone is all healed now. The curse became nothing, so you don't have to worry about it." Fou waved his wands, letting a little sigh of relief over the thought of him not sitting down not becoming reality. "Now...I mean, now I'm not sure what you guys going to do. As I said, if you guys are trapped here, I'd say to either just leave, or I can just blow a hole up in the wall and nuke the rest of the city with the Cult of Pain on it."
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    The results of the curse being lifted weren't immediately evident, at it was after all incredibly late at night, though given the cenobite nightlife, plenty seemed active on the streets. As people walked, they seemed to collectively stop, taken aback by a million sensations. The air blowing against their skin, the feel of their own muscles in motion so often absent that it had become an alien sensation to them, at least outside the context of indulgence, even the rancid odor of the city returning to them as thousands awoke in their beds, roused by the mere texture of the sheets. A cacophany of voices erupted throughout the streets, questions, and panic seemed to take the city around them, soon turning into celebration. Drawing Fou's attention from the rampant copulating in the streets and enthusiastic hurrah's, Nirti hugged him again, giving him a kiss on the cheek. From over her shoulder, he could see a number of Pain-cultists emerging from the tongue-elevator, going in to curb what must appear to be a riot of some sort, though even many of them joined what was becoming a momentous festival, as it seemed that even most of their population had been cured. Which did raise the question, what exactly was going on on the upper floors?

    Once Fou began to speak, Nirti pulled away, clearly resisting the urge to smooch him again.

    "What? No! Why would I want you to blow up our city, doofus? Look even some of the painboys are celebrating too! Though, you might want to check those top floors, I doubt whoever's up there will be happy about this. I'm going to have to tell everyone what just happened."

    Nirti got up out of the bathhouse as several more cenobites cannonball'd in, the former making one last look at Fou, and speaking before she left for good.

    "Oh and uh... thanks for coming back. I know you might have uh, forgotten about me, and everyone else, but... I wouldn't mind being your 'attendant' again."

    Nirti winks, and walks away, leaving Fou in a giant pool with tons of cenobites gaying up the water, and one remaining mission, getting rid of whoever's been running this shitshow for the past five hundred years.

 
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The mare smiled and nodded, chuckling as she saw Dani's hungry expression. "I'd personally suggest the Carmelita Drizzle beverage if you're looking for caramel, although I will warn that it tends toward giving most sentient races a rather potent sugar rush. So if you take it, expect to be rather twitchy for the rest of the day." She said with a smirk, gesturing at one of the beverages listed above, an espresso with plenty of caramel syrup added, along with a dab of cream.

"As for food inspectors, well, they're actually not that bad! Especially when they get a taste of our homeland cuisine! Some of our more common customers at this location are the health inspectors actually, they may have gotten quite the craving for some of our more... exotic, delicacies." She giggled, smirking ever so slightly, as if at some inside joke, and tapped some numbers into her register. "So, how does one Carmelita Drizzle and a... Derpsberry Muffin, how does that sound?" She asked Dani, her head tilted cutely to one side. "Ah, Derpsberry Muffins are an odd magical combination. Imagine having a magical dance party in your mouth where all the participants are fruits."
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Dani made a smirk and chuckled at the descriptions, although her eyes squinted slightly at the mention of craving exotic delicacies but didn't press on that

"Well isn't that quite an interesting description for a muffin, well anyways I think that order sounds fine, I know you won't have to worry on me being twitchy! for the rest of the day"

As Dani waited on her order she wondered what this place was all about

"Is it fine if I ask what's the whole deal of this place? Pony Cafe, neat concept, but a strange one nonetheless, I mean, I haven't seen you guys here in Camelot before till lately, so wonder why the Cafe was made n all, got an inspiring backstory attached? I'd like to hear it if so"
 
Space Buddha said:



  • The results of the curse being lifted weren't immediately evident, at it was after all incredibly late at night, though given the cenobite nightlife, plenty seemed active on the streets. As people walked, they seemed to collectively stop, taken aback by a million sensations. The air blowing against their skin, the feel of their own muscles in motion so often absent that it had become an alien sensation to them, at least outside the context of indulgence, even the rancid odor of the city returning to them as thousands awoke in their beds, roused by the mere texture of the sheets. A cacophany of voices erupted throughout the streets, questions, and panic seemed to take the city around them, soon turning into celebration. Drawing Fou's attention from the rampant copulating in the streets and enthusiastic hurrah's, Nirti hugged him again, giving him a kiss on the cheek. From over her shoulder, he could see a number of Pain-cultists emerging from the tongue-elevator, going in to curb what must appear to be a riot of some sort, though even many of them joined what was becoming a momentous festival, as it seemed that even most of their population had been cured. Which did raise the question, what exactly was going on on the upper floors?

    Once Fou began to speak, Nirti pulled away, clearly resisting the urge to smooch him again.

    "What? No! Why would I want you to blow up our city, doofus? Look even some of the painboys are celebrating too! Though, you might want to check those top floors, I doubt whoever's up there will be happy about this. I'm going to have to tell everyone what just happened."

    Nirti got up out of the bathhouse as several more cenobites cannonball'd in, the former making one last look at Fou, and speaking before she left for good.

    "Oh and uh... thanks for coming back. I know you might have uh, forgotten about me, and everyone else, but... I wouldn't mind being your 'attendant' again."

    Nirti winks, and walks away, leaving Fou in a giant pool with tons of cenobites gaying up the water, and one remaining mission, getting rid of whoever's been running this shitshow for the past five hundred years.

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The command ship moves with a surprising amount of speed, transferring power to its thrusters, it wouldn't be able to outmaneuver the Siren ship for long, of course. But a little time was all that was needed. It only needed a few good hits to connect before the ship was out of commission.

The Gaullic command ship 'ducks' underneath the siren ship, dodging its offer of friendship and instead opting to respond with a nasty uppercut.
 
Truth be told...A part of Fou couldn't help but smile at this scene going down. The Cenobites were disgusting, at least a notable amount was. But they were still people at the end of the day. The way the curse was broken didn't have any special effects or grandiose speech from the heavens, it just was. And honestly, that might have been better at the end of the day. They didn't need divine reassurance, they didn't need special effects, just the curse being gone is good enough. It was...Different. To see this city shining so brightly and being so full of happiness, too. It was a feeling Fou only remembers by being on Konoha. The festivals. The fireworks. The victories. Happiness...

A little warmth. Like a flame pressed against his heart. It didn't burn him. It just made him warm.

The kiss on his cheek got him out of his daze, as Nirti called out to him. His face went to look at her, still a little bit surprised and smiling, but her words about him forgetting everyone certainly made that flame die a little bit. But-- even so, they were hopeful. The future has finally shined upon these people. They could finally think about it. Finally make plans. Finally, be happy again. Fou's look of surprise towards Nirti turned itself into a small little grin. There wasn't anything sexual or desireful on it. It was just a smile. Almost as if saying, I'll take you up on that promise.

Soon, however, Fou didn't say a single more word, as his body shifted once more. Through the streets, people could see a small shadow jumping over them. Ten-Tails, white, fluffy fur, a mix of what appeared to be a small cat and a dog...A familiar figure, who instead of barking, said very simple words.

"Fou! Fou! Foooou!"
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The Ten-Tails was here, and it was making his way to the upper floors.


Ocaeril
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Ocaeril just kinda blinks multiple times, clearly in shock, as AIWASS themselves also took a moment to turn around and stare at the bizarre fucking scene that just went down. Instantly, he wrote down all those words in his mind, even if they were...Uuh...Heavens.

"I, uh, I think we just got a confession of...Something." Ocaeril noted to Dementia. "...Okay, ask the next one about this lad called 'Gaul.' It was the main reason I asked you to get them in the first place. Good lord." Ocaeril wipes his brow out of some sweat.
 
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Now, summoning paint... to make paint... that's a activity to consider for her family! Not only is it a relief from hyperactivity, but it can be a stress reliever! Taking it in mind, it will be one among many ideas. While this is a caramel espresso, it gave the goddess a boost of energy such as a wake-up call and boost of creativity. When she finishes drinking it for now (should be at least 1/2 empty from the drinking), she gave a satisfied 'aaaaaaaaahhhhh!' in response to the questions of her rating. It's just the boost she really needed, in order to stir up some creativity for each set of years. "Aaahhh aaaaahhhh, aaahh." (I thank you dearly for this, my children.) If she were in a happy mood, she may start treating other beings of life like they were her children... even if they're not. That's the habit of the Primordial Mother. Either way, she's happy.

"Aaaahhh Aaaahhh ahhh Aaaaaaa laaahaaaaaaahhh. Aaahh, ahhh, ahhhhhhh. Aaaahhhh. Laaaaaaah aaaaaaaahhhh." (The Children of the Sea and I have made music a tradition to help the advances for the triforce heroes. Mostly strings, drums, and flutes are involved. A ocarina as well. All of them contain my many blessings and songs.) That's to respond to the music inquiry. The music was all related to the weathers and the waters, particularly the seas. ... Actually, speaking of the seas...

"Aaahhhhhh ahhhhhhh? Aahhhh ahhhh, ahhhhhhhh." (Have you ever thought of having another type of sea water-species existing? I think it would work for the development of the island, maybe more civilizations.) Then came the ponderings of the goddess, with finally some way to help the folks develop. What she could do is to find a way for Sea-ponies to exist and live alongside Tritons... It's a brilliant one, isn't it? And she had the starry eyes and wings puffed up as a way to show she was excited enough to create after this lovely treat. For now, she'll balance the Carmelita drizzle and the muffins with equal politeness. She will save some muffins for Inqui, Shimone, Eva and Ocaeril, of course.

(Note: teaser for upcoming action idea in play later on.)

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At her affirmative that she enjoyed the drink, the human gave her the slightest of smiles, nodding silently in contentment with her answer. Comet, meanwhile, was pleased to have helped the goddess, his expression clearly showing his glee for all to see. His expression changed to one of ecstatic joy as Tiamat mentioned the Triton's musical traditions. "Actually, that's precisely why I work at this location. The local culture offers so many new sounds and music and I just want to hear them all! It's so wonderful hearing the joy they put into their music, makes it want to jump in and play along whenever I hear a song in progress!" He said, sighing deeply as a happy smile crossed his face. "Of course, I don't interrupt because that would be rude. But... the music!"

The man let out a slight hum that may or may not have been akin to a chuckle, before tilting his head at Tiamat's question regarding sea dwelling ponies. "Hmmmm, the subject of sea dwelling ponies has been discussed more then once, but unfortunately other plans have taken precedence over such project, and it has been placed on the back burner for quite some time now." The man told Tiamat bluntly, shaking his head slowly as he let out a sigh. Even his sigh sounded monotone and flat, just like the rest of him.

Immediately Comet gained a faraway look in his eyes and he sighed deeply, leaning against the counter as he stared into the distance. "The ability to swim in the deep with Tritons. Oh, what I would give to have that power, that I could make music with them beneath the waves." He murmured lowly.

The man stared at Comet for a moment, then nodded almost imperceptibly, glancing at Tiamat for a long moment before an eyebrow was raised curiously at the goddess. "Yes. Quite the amazing idea. A shame that the resources necessary for such a project are unavailable to the company at this time." He said slowly, his gaze never leaving Tiamat. It was almost as if he was trying to suggest something to her, as if he was making a big point about how CaffCuddles couldn't do it by themselves. Now why would he do something like that?


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Dani made a smirk and chuckled at the descriptions, although her eyes squinted slightly at the mention of craving exotic delicacies but didn't press on that

"Well isn't that quite an interesting description for a muffin, well anyways I think that order sounds fine, I know you won't have to worry on me being twitchy! for the rest of the day"

As Dani waited on her order she wondered what this place was all about

"Is it fine if I ask what's the whole deal of this place? Pony Cafe, neat concept, but a strange one nonetheless, I mean, I haven't seen you guys here in Camelot before till lately, so wonder why the Cafe was made n all, got an inspiring backstory attached? I'd like to hear it if so"
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The mare nodded cheerfully, snickering in amusement at Dani's assurance that she wouldnt get twitchy due to the drink. Her horn lit up a golden color as she cast some varient of a message spell, directing it into the back towards other staff members as she requested they make Dani's order. "There we are, you order has been put in and accepted! And lucky for you, since you're a first time customer here you get the order for free!" She informed Dani with a big grin, giggling slightly.

At the question about the history behind the cafe, the pony blinked a couple time in surprise, then chuckled deeply and grinned at Dani. "Oh, it's perfectly alright to ask, and it is a somewhat interesting story. You see, the Caffine&Cuddles Emporium is directly supported by a recently awakened god who woke up a couple decades back. You see, his religion is a rather small one, to the point where he only had a couple shrines to his name, not even a temple! Admittedly it was mostly due to him not caring about having a central place of worship, but it was rather disheartening to know that everyone's forgotten about you, even Camelot!"

She clicked her tongue, her expression brightening even further as she gave Dani a smile with an admittedly terrifying amount of cheer behind it. "So this god, he came up with a great idea. He wanted to reintroduce himself to the world, and show everyone his own personal exploits. So why not do both? Enter CaffCuddles, places that serve as the defacto religious areas as well as the introduction of the Pony race, his own personal creation! Two flocks with one heartsong!"


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The siren appeared to have a smug retort prepared and ready, until something strange happened. Unbeknownst to Faust, the machinations of her father and Ocaeril had led them to do something to this Siren, and it would have a very noticeable effect.

"Oh come on, that is totally ridiculous! Who the fuck puts transformatives in a drink if they don't want to, you know, transform someone? And hey, look, the kidnapping, it's uh...

The Siren belches, it smells like a candy store.

"...a strong word, it's really more like uhhhh, an involuntary randomly selected all-expenses paid vacation? What do you think we are doing up there? Huh?"

The siren produces her blaster, only now it appears to shoot some kind of tequila, which she shoots into her mouth.

"Look, ya sexhy horshe, me and mine care 'bout'a few things. Butts, kissin', nappin', conquerin' and did I mention butts? We take people on to look'at butts! Maybe do some weird shit if they're into that, like with those faceless mofos..."

The entire room began to smell like a mix of a strip club and a candy store, it seemed like she was secreting some kind of pheramones. Faust did not know how this had happened, but Oca and Dementia had effectively caused this siren to go into heat. It was a natural process, but oca's power had enabled it to take effect at a very inopportune moment.

"Speakin' a which I think I'm gonna head out, got an appointment with a nice piece'a ass, thank'ya for the opportunity."

The siren burps again, and stumbles out the door. What the hell just happened?​
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Faust stares at the Siren, clearly confused at the ramblings coming from the Siren. The smell reaching Faust's nose made her confusion even worse, and the words only served to cause Faust to blush slightly in shock. In a desperate attempt to understand, she used the same diagnostic spells that had been used on the previous Siren, trying to see what was wrong with this one. As soon as she realized that the Siren was in heat, however, she immediately cut the diagnostics, blushing brightly as the Siren made to leave the room.

"Um, good luck with your... ass hunting...." Faust called after the Siren, clearly at a loss for what to say. After the Siren left, she sat there for a moment, clearly at a loss for what to do. Then she looked up and glared. "Really dad? Really?" She asked incredulously, glaring at a point that just so happened to be the exact spot where Ocaeril and Dementia were viewing from.

Dementia, for his part, was holding back laughter, one hand over his mouth as he shook with ill suppressed mirth. When Ocaeril addressed him, Dementia managed to compose himself, nodding emphatically as a grin crossed his features. "Ah, yes, quite. Ahem." He cleared his throat, turning to the veiw and giving his daughter a mental update.

The result of said update was that Faust fell over from laughing too hard, her hooves swinging in the air as she gasped for breath. Apparently the Alicorn found immense amusement in Ocaeril mistake.

After a long pause, Dementia hummed loudly, idly looking down at his nails as he clicked his tongue. "You know, I never thought that joke I made all those centuries ago would come true." He said slowly, giving Ocaeril a glance as he smirked ever so slightly. "You really do make women swoon just by looking at them hard enough. Must make you quite... popular, among the females." He said casually, his tail flickering in amusment as he teased Ocaeril.
 
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Ocaeril just sighed and slumped deeper into his chair. His energies and lack of emotions were still there, but it was clear he wasn't as amused about this whole situation. And Dementia's words just made it even worse, as he remembered someone who he didn't want to remember. A low scowl appeared on his face as he drank from his bottle of whiskey, and just kept there, drinking. "At this point, I can't even say that you're wrong. Unwanted women seem to be finding a large interest in me all of a sudden." Helsa was a creep, Ickol was a creep, what's up with them acting like that all of the sudden? Ugh, he just hopes more creeps don't show up...The male to female ratio in this pantheon is pathetically low.

"...Fair warning, though." Ocaeril spoke, coughing into his hand. "You do know she had a male's sexual organ, right?"

AIWASS was the one to blink. I...What? I knew their biology was messed up, Sir Ocaeril, but...

"Oh buddy," With a sad smile and a pat on AIWASS' back, Ocaeril summoned a bottle of vodka, was his current one ran out of juice. But soon, his gaze turned to Dementia, suddenly, a look of equal mischief and teasing nature appeared on his face. "You don't know a damn thing about these girls. Hey, hey, hey Dementia. Did you know that they can turn their heads around like an owl? Did you know they lay eggs? Did you know they bird-baby feed their young? Pretty messed up huh? Must be pretty gross to think about. Did also know that they [VOID] and [VOID] and that their sweat, spit, and [VOID] taste like [VOID]? Did also know their excr-- [VOID]"

AIWASS didn't leave the room or anything dramatic, but they just sighed, and turned around to their previous spot, their back facing both Ocaeril and Dementia again as Ocaeril tried to make the other Chaos god both ways embarrassed and uncomfortable with the overload of information about Siren culture (from the past, but Dementia didn't know that) and biology. And boy, it was fucking gross. Dementia could essentially hear the universe automatically voiding away Ocaeril's words from existence as he spoke them, but Dementia understood them loud and wide. You know what they say, poke the dragon and he breathes fire or some shit.

Make sure to ask them about this Gaul and how to beat him next, please. AIWASS spoke, already done with this.
 
You think the starry eyes would fade away? Nope! Tiamat's energy is still high from the Carmelita drizzle, and she's willing to complete the project that would be unfinished. Two muffins were already eaten, and the drizzle was finished off by the time the man's manipulation (not in a bad way, of course) had finished. "Aaaaaahhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh... ah! Ahh, ahhhh! Ahhh, ahhhhh ahhhh, Ahhhh, ahhhhhh!" (My goodness! To learn you originally had such a project and have it be held off... No! No good, my children! I can help grant you an easier solution, you just need to witness the creation that completes the possibility of sea civilization amongst ponies, Triton, and grant others to swim alongside them!) Is that a good thing, or is that a bad thing? She's going on a creative rampage, but besides that she should be fine. The effects on divine aren't as bad as it does the living.

"... Ah, ahhh, ahhhhhh? Ahhhh Aaahhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Aaaahhh- ahhhhhhhhh!" (... Ah, but first, can I save four of these muffins? They will go to Shimone, Eva, Inqui, and Ocaeril- my lovely children and family!) Assuming it will be saved, Tiamat stood up to prepare her actions into motion. "Ahhhh, ahhhhhh ahhhhhhhh Ahhh ahhh Aaaah laaaahh." (I promise, after this the ponies can be given the opportunity to join the Children of the Sea if they wish.)

After that, she turned around and left the CaffCuddles. The actions she's about to make would be similar to payment, if one had to guess(?). Once she's all done, she'll get the muffins.

Tiamat, the Navigator: Action #1
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Because of the creative craze, the first thing on Tiamat's mind is a development for society. She spread her wings and got to work, searching for rocks to bring back to a open space in the island that connected to the sea. This will happen for at least a good amount of minutes, as the drizzle's influence speeds up the process of getting these rocks and making it into a closed pool, so the water couldn't leak out. After that, she adds some of her own eternal blessings by putting her hand in the water, making it so that those who swim in the pool connected to the sea can swim the seas like Triton, maybe for the ponies to even become a sea pony by just getting in the pool and the sea.

"Ahhhh. Ahhhhhh, ahhhh... ahhhhhhhhhh?" (There. This should complete the project, and help society... now what else shall I do?) To that question, she returns back to the CaffCuddles to go retrieve the muffins that are saved in the bag with her not-wet hand from the first action. "Ahhhhhhh~!" (The project is complete~!) That means it will be possible for there to be sea pony development. Of course she had other plans, some of them including the triforce. She'd leave the CaffCuddles again, to make the mark on her next action.

Action #2/Order
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Tiamat stayed on the island, instead switching from using her free hand to her tail to hold the bag. She made a quick set of notes that just basically sent to the minds of Demiurge, Paradise, and Kirin; the notes said, 'Come to the Tritons' island. I have a task for you three. Love, Tiamat.' At first, for the twin dragons were surprised about this note, but they do make their way out of their home. Kirin, assumingly, followed as such.

"What is it, mother? I'm happy to follow your information and duties." Paradise asked. "What is our task? Even if it isn't a easy one, we'll do the best we can." Demiurge spoke. Kirin could overhear these three talking, and he'd join in because he was also called upon by Tiamat.

"Ahhhhhh ahhhhhh Ahhh Laaahhhh." (I want you three to be the bigger guardians of the Primordial Triforce.) Tiamat pointed to Paradise, "Ahhhhh Ahhhhhh." (You will guard the courage piece.) Then to Demiurge, "Ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh." (You will guard the piece of wisdom.) Then, finally, to Kirin, "Ahhhh, lahhhh ahhh ahhh." (And finally, you will guard the power piece.) As if they all understood, they will stay close as she guided them to the Children of the Sea's church. Although it's surprising to see multiple dragons together, Tiamat reassures the people inside the church that the trio will be assisting in defending the Triforce and the spirits that rest within the Triforce. When she holds the triforce, as Cygon is currently sealed away, she blesses it with her power even more to ensure that no more evil will inherit the pieces, much to say, the 'beginning of the end of Cygon's curse', and that it will guarantee that the dragons will guard it from more evil trying to take it. Said dragons will also assist the heroes who inherit the triforce pieces and its continuing cycle. It will take some time to adjust, which is why Tiamat will wait within the church to see how things go.

She will also write another message to send to Ocaeril's mind, if it reaches him after she sends it. It reads,
'Hello again, my child. I'm making more developments for the island and the Triforce now that there's new civilization. New defenses for the triforce are reinforced by Demiurge, Paradise and the Kirin. On other news, if you want a muffin, after my duties I can give you, Inqui, Eva and Shimone the muffins I retrieved from my visit to the CaffCuddles cafe. ... I hope you're doing well, mother cares about you a lot!

With love and care, Tiamat.'

The energy from the Carmelita drizzle has been well spent.

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Ocaeril just sighed and slumped deeper into his chair. His energies and lack of emotions were still there, but it was clear he wasn't as amused about this whole situation. And Dementia's words just made it even worse, as he remembered someone who he didn't want to remember. A low scowl appeared on his face as he drank from his bottle of whiskey, and just kept there, drinking. "At this point, I can't even say that you're wrong. Unwanted women seem to be finding a large interest in me all of a sudden." Helsa was a creep, Ickol was a creep, what's up with them acting like that all of the sudden? Ugh, he just hopes more creeps don't show up...The male to female ratio in this pantheon is pathetically low.

"...Fair warning, though." Ocaeril spoke, coughing into his hand. "You do know she had a male's sexual organ, right?"

AIWASS was the one to blink. I...What? I knew their biology was messed up, Sir Ocaeril, but...

"Oh buddy," With a sad smile and a pat on AIWASS' back, Ocaeril summoned a bottle of vodka, was his current one ran out of juice. But soon, his gaze turned to Dementia, suddenly, a look of equal mischief and teasing nature appeared on his face. "You don't know a damn thing about these girls. Hey, hey, hey Dementia. Did you know that they can turn their heads around like an owl? Did you know they lay eggs? Did you know they bird-baby feed their young? Pretty messed up huh? Must be pretty gross to think about. Did also know that they [VOID] and [VOID] and that their sweat, spit, and [VOID] taste like [VOID]? Did also know their excr-- [VOID]"

AIWASS didn't leave the room or anything dramatic, but they just sighed, and turned around to their previous spot, their back facing both Ocaeril and Dementia again as Ocaeril tried to make the other Chaos god both ways embarrassed and uncomfortable with the overload of information about Siren culture (from the past, but Dementia didn't know that) and biology. And boy, it was fucking gross. Dementia could essentially hear the universe automatically voiding away Ocaeril's words from existence as he spoke them, but Dementia understood them loud and wide. You know what they say, poke the dragon and he breathes fire or some shit.

Make sure to ask them about this Gaul and how to beat him next, please. AIWASS spoke, already done with this.
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Dementia's expression changed from amusement to slight pity as he patted Ocaeril on the shoulder, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue. "Well, look on the bright side. At least if anyone tries an hits you, they'll be destroyed by an army of angry women!" He said in a genuine attempt to try and comfort Ocaeril. He decided not to mention he might have tried to curse Ocaeril in the past using Chaos magic, as an attempt to prank the planetary god. It hadn't worked at the time from what Dementia could tell, but perhaps it was a gradual change....

Dementia's thoughts were completly derailed by Ocaeril's comment about Siren biology, causing the patchwork monstrosity to blink owlishly. "...why?" He asked in curiosity, shaking his head slowly as confusion became evident on his face. That confusion became amusment as Ocaeril did his very best to embaress the Chaos god, listing the horrible and disgusting facts of the Sirens in vivid detail. However, the results were... less then what Ocaeril had hoped for.

Rather then disgust and embarrassment, Dementia carefully listened to every word that Ocaeril said. At some point he even pulled out a note pad and began writing down notes! "Truly fascinating, should have thought of that idea myself. Ohhhh, that makes sense. Wait, that's how that works? Huh." Dementia murmured, avidly paying attention to everything Ocaeril said.

Oh, sure, Dementia was somewhat uncomfortable with the overload of information. But he was a god of Chaos. Insanity and madness was his thing! He'd seen worse things coming from some of Original's first creations, as well as some truly despicable and demented creations from peering into the Warp on a couple rare occasions. And let's not forget the Pony Bureau, of course....

All in all, because of everything he'd been subjected to and even came up with on his own, Dementia was rather immune to such childish attempts to faze him. In fact, it was rather educational. There were many facts about their biology he could use to further his research into genetic reconstruction!


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You think the starry eyes would fade away? Nope! Tiamat's energy is still high from the Carmelita drizzle, and she's willing to complete the project that would be unfinished. Two muffins were already eaten, and the drizzle was finished off by the time the man's manipulation (not in a bad way, of course) had finished. "Aaaaaahhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh... ah! Ahh, ahhhh! Ahhh, ahhhhh ahhhh, Ahhhh, ahhhhhh!" (My goodness! To learn you originally had such a project and have it be held off... No! No good, my children! I can help grant you an easier solution, you just need to witness the creation that completes the possibility of sea civilization amongst ponies, Triton, and grant others to swim alongside them!) Is that a good thing, or is that a bad thing? She's going on a creative rampage, but besides that she should be fine. The effects on divine aren't as bad as it does the living.

"... Ah, ahhh, ahhhhhh? Ahhhh Aaahhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Aaaahhh- ahhhhhhhhh!" (... Ah, but first, can I save four of these muffins? They will go to Shimone, Eva, Inqui, and Ocaeril- my lovely children and family!) Assuming it will be saved, Tiamat stood up to prepare her actions into motion. "Ahhhh, ahhhhhh ahhhhhhhh Ahhh ahhh Aaaah laaaahh." (I promise, after this the ponies can be given the opportunity to join the Children of the Sea if they wish.)

After that, she turned around and left the CaffCuddles. The actions she's about to make would be similar to payment, if one had to guess(?). Once she's all done, she'll get the muffins.

Tiamat, the Navigator: Action #1
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Because of the creative craze, the first thing on Tiamat's mind is a development for society. She spread her wings and got to work, searching for rocks to bring back to a open space in the island that connected to the sea. This will happen for at least a good amount of minutes, as the drizzle's influence speeds up the process of getting these rocks and making it into a closed pool, so the water couldn't leak out. After that, she adds some of her own eternal blessings by putting her hand in the water, making it so that those who swim in the pool connected to the sea can swim the seas like Triton, maybe for the ponies to even become a sea pony by just getting in the pool and the sea.

"Ahhhh. Ahhhhhh, ahhhh... ahhhhhhhhhh?" (There. This should complete the project, and help society... now what else shall I do?) To that question, she returns back to the CaffCuddles to go retrieve the muffins that are saved in the bag with her not-wet hand from the first action. "Ahhhhhhh~!" (The project is complete~!) That means it will be possible for there to be sea pony development. Of course she had other plans, some of them including the triforce. She'd leave the CaffCuddles again, to make the mark on her next action.

Action #2/Order
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Tiamat stayed on the island, instead switching from using her free hand to her tail to hold the bag. She made a quick set of notes that just basically sent to the minds of Demiurge, Paradise, and Kirin; the notes said, 'Come to the Tritons' island. I have a task for you three. Love, Tiamat.' At first, for the twin dragons were surprised about this note, but they do make their way out of their home. Kirin, assumingly, followed as such.

"What is it, mother? I'm happy to follow your information and duties." Paradise asked. "What is our task? Even if it isn't a easy one, we'll do the best we can." Demiurge spoke. Kirin could overhear these three talking, and he'd join in because he was also called upon by Tiamat.

"Ahhhhhh ahhhhhh Ahhh Laaahhhh." (I want you three to be the bigger guardians of the Primordial Triforce.) Tiamat pointed to Paradise, "Ahhhhh Ahhhhhh." (You will guard the courage piece.) Then to Demiurge, "Ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh." (You will guard the piece of wisdom.) Then, finally, to Kirin, "Ahhhh, lahhhh ahhh ahhh." (And finally, you will guard the power piece.) As if they all understood, they will stay close as she guided them to the Children of the Sea's church. Although it's surprising to see multiple dragons together, Tiamat reassures the people inside the church that the trio will be assisting in defending the Triforce and the spirits that rest within the Triforce. When she holds the triforce, as Cygon is currently sealed away, she blesses it with her power even more to ensure that no more evil will inherit the pieces, much to say, the 'beginning of the end of Cygon's curse', and that it will guarantee that the dragons will guard it from more evil trying to take it. Said dragons will also assist the heroes who inherit the triforce pieces and its continuing cycle. It will take some time to adjust, which is why Tiamat will wait within the church to see how things go.

She will also write another message to send to Ocaeril's mind, if it reaches him after she sends it. It reads,
'Hello again, my child. I'm making more developments for the island and the Triforce now that there's new civilization. New defenses for the triforce are reinforced by Demiurge, Paradise and the Kirin. On other news, if you want a muffin, after my duties I can give you, Inqui, Eva and Shimone the muffins I retrieved from my visit to the CaffCuddles cafe. ... I hope you're doing well, mother cares about you a lot!

With love and care, Tiamat.'

The energy from the Carmelita drizzle has been well spent.

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Comet was surprised by Tiamat's words, but the man seemed to be completly at ease, as if he had expected such an outcome. "Yes, such a pity that funding can not yet be achieved for such a project. It would ease some of our concerns if it was accomplished, but of course, priorities must be made, and other things are deemed more vital then creating a new species of Ponykind." The man said, his tone slightly regretful as he sighed deeply. Then he gave Tiamat a smile. It was a rather stoney smile, as if it were cut to be as smooth and precise as possible, but a smile nonetheless. "To hear that you would alleviate such a concern is truly gracious of you, and no mistake."

Upon Tiamat asking about saving the muffins, the man gestured towards them and gave her another precise smile. "Oh, be my guest. We will happily hold onto the muffins while you are away, till you return to retrieve them again." He told her, watching as Tiamat left. After she had left the room, the man hummed, glancing down at Comet.

For his part, Comet had gone silent, his gaze distant as he processed the fact that Tiamat was providing a way to allow Sea Ponies to become a thing. The man let out a small snort, shaking his head as he bopped Comet on the forehead. "Mister Seeker, it would seem to be time for your lunch break. Why dont you go and have a meal, yes?" The man suggested blandly.

Comet blinked, then nodded, chuckling slightly in embarrassment as his cheeks flushed. "Ah, yeah, I'll get right on that Boss. Um, should I go get somepony to take my place, or...?" Comet asked slowly.

"I will deal with the counter myself. You go have lunch, Mister Seeker." The man told Comet, who nodded and went into the back of the cafe. After a moment of silence, the man hummed loudly, emotion finally penetrating his stony exterior. He reached out for the bag of muffins, and with a twitch of his fingers the bag was full of a dozen freshly baked muffins, which would stay freshly baked for at least a week, though they would probably be eaten long before then. Satisfied with this, the man placed the bag down on the counter before him, humming loudly as he glanced at the door.

"How very... very interesting." He said softly, his left eye flashing with a golden light for a moment before he returned to his normal stoney exterior. The moment had come and gone, and no one had been present to notice the exchange. By the time Tiamat would come back, all magical traces of the... 'exchange', would be gone from the man. It was as if nothing had happened.

When Tiamat returned for her muffins, the only thing she would notice off would be the extra dozen freshly baked muffins now located in her bag, alongside the four she already had from before. The man was present, bland and boring as ever, and he handed over the muffins, nodding in acknowledgment of her finished project.

"Thank you once again for this boon you have given us, Tiamat the Primodial Mother. And we do hope you enjoyed your visit her to CaffCuddles. Please, visit gain whenever you want." He told her flatly as she took the bag, his tone emotionless as he gave her a slight bow.
 
Fluff Post-Eva
The Titan Inheritance Chamber was illuminated by searing gold, to fade and reveal a Pure Titan. Its wide jaws bit down on the previous Warhammer Titan, and collapsed in a heap. Steam rose, the form of Ve Tybur emerging from the nape of his Titan. As the rest of the Tybur clan gathered, the King watched from the sidelines.

The Eclipse Illuminae glowed on his forehead, held in his crown. He had already noticed his lack of aging, and the common man believed that the Goddess Eva had personally blessed him. That was mostly true.

He thought back to her appearance. Full of grace, silver hair brushed back, eyes glowing with divine power. She’s been the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. But enough of that. He had an experiment to try.

In his private laboratory, a space of lambent blue crystal and books, a man stood at attention. Kare Ackerman, loyal to a fault, and the strongest warrior Titania had ever seen. Even the legendary Helion, slayer of Titans, couldn’t compare.

Kare had already sworn to serve. He had leapt at this legendary chance, a chance at immortality and fame.

King Fritz was the Coordinate. He held the Eclipse in his hand. His power was nigh-godlike, and what he desired was such a little thing. Bending the Paths of the Light Bringer was effortless, and before the sun rose Kare was no longer a Subject of the Coordinate.

When he died, he would live on in the Paths of the Ackerman line. His expertise and wisdom, his power and memory, would awaken in his children. They would add to the pool of strength, and pass on their own memories as well. When an Ackerman was threatened, they would gain the awe-inspiring will to kill any foe, to slaughter even Titans, Daemons and worse. The ultimate warriors, ones who would endure the ages and eclipse all opposition. They would serve to death, beyond death.

They were the Ackerman Line, and they would know no fear.
 

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    The mare nodded cheerfully, snickering in amusement at Dani's assurance that she wouldnt get twitchy due to the drink. Her horn lit up a golden color as she cast some varient of a message spell, directing it into the back towards other staff members as she requested they make Dani's order. "There we are, you order has been put in and accepted! And lucky for you, since you're a first time customer here you get the order for free!" She informed Dani with a big grin, giggling slightly.

    At the question about the history behind the cafe, the pony blinked a couple time in surprise, then chuckled deeply and grinned at Dani. "Oh, it's perfectly alright to ask, and it is a somewhat interesting story. You see, the Caffine&Cuddles Emporium is directly supported by a recently awakened god who woke up a couple decades back. You see, his religion is a rather small one, to the point where he only had a couple shrines to his name, not even a temple! Admittedly it was mostly due to him not caring about having a central place of worship, but it was rather disheartening to know that everyone's forgotten about you, even Camelot!"

    She clicked her tongue, her expression brightening even further as she gave Dani a smile with an admittedly terrifying amount of cheer behind it. "So this god, he came up with a great idea. He wanted to reintroduce himself to the world, and show everyone his own personal exploits. So why not do both? Enter CaffCuddles, places that serve as the defacto religious areas as well as the introduction of the Pony race, his own personal creation! Two flocks with one heartsong!"
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    Dani nodded, her brows furrowed as she slowly yet concisely registered all of the Pony's exposition. She guessed it was a good thing that the ponies were really straight to the point. Although she winced at the Camelot even forgetting part, not a good move on the place where freedom of belief was prevalent.

    "Yeah sorry about that I guess, in our defense, Camelot isn't the most religious place, the temples dedicated to the gods are not built by us but rather the followers of said gods who migrate to our place, thus we have a sort of diverse sort of religious groups due to that and Tanya instituting a non-aggression pact on Camelot that allowed people to do their own god and make sure no one was fighting over that, but I commend you for doing your part to help your god! It's rather sweet in a sort of way.

    Also, your god made you guys? That's kinda nice, lots of gods made their own thing, Arceus made the Pokemon, First Hero had their slimy companion reproduce, Ocaeril the world supposedly made the Novakins, you know the people who look like they're made out fire like that dude over there"

    Dani then tilted her head in the direction of the purple Novakin who was talking to a Camelotian trader, obvious by the signature blue with silver lining fabric that was custom of Camelot attire, the silky nature of the fabric only made his trader nature notable as silk was more of an eastern commodity.

    "And then Tiamat made the Tritons, don't know them much, but I hear they're the shark people centered around an island on this continent, which I think is the west? I think so yeah.

    So...since your god is a little forgotten, wanna tell me about him? I'm not worshipper, but I can help tell a few people about him here and there!"
 
Shimone's eyes slowly opened up from his bed, as if he had woken up from a long dream.

Despite having just woken up, he didn't feel tired, nor did he feel sleepy. He simply felt...Normal. His eyes moved to the side, looking at the small familiar device in his hands. It's still there... He half-mumbled, half-thought to himself. ...Was it a dream...? It felt like such an easy answer to him. A dream. A blissful dream from a child who wasn't able to separate fiction from reality. It was a ridiculous answer. A lazy answer. A 'dream...' No. What happened there...What happened to him...It wasn't a dream. Dreams don't speak his name like that. Dreams aren't specific like that...

His mind was taken away from its trance by him hearing a much familiar voice. His heart skipped a beat, and a wide smile appeared on his face. "Mom!!" His tone was almost relieved, but soon as he made his way towards the door, he stopped when he felt Inqui's intense and angry presence behind the door.

Relief became fear. Fear became a realization. Realization became normal feelings. He absolutely cannot tell his mom about the Digimon World. Nor can he tell Ocaeril or Eva. As it stood...If they learned they took him and other children...They might do something harsh. And that would mean other gods would take notice of it too...The place he woke up to Agumon might become corrupted. Taken over by another god. He cannot allow that. His family when they weren't too busy taking care of their business for several years and actually remembered he wasn't a god, could do harsh things when it came to protecting him...

...Right. It's just mom. Trust her, Shimone.

The door slowly opened, revealing Shimone in the same clothes Inqui last saw him. Shimone wasn't sure how much time passed here, but...Inqui would know that Shimone was still home when she left to take care of business, and he awoke his 'lineage' powers much shortly after, despite being, well, home.

"...Hi mom." Shimone mumbled, all that relief seemingly gone and replaced from tension. "...Um...Welcome home. Did you have fun at work?" ...I hope everyone else can come home, too.
 
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Dani nodded, her brows furrowed as she slowly yet concisely registered all of the Pony's exposition. She guessed it was a good thing that the ponies were really straight to the point. Although she winced at the Camelot even forgetting part, not a good move on the place where freedom of belief was prevalent.

"Yeah sorry about that I guess, in our defense, Camelot isn't the most religious place, the temples dedicated to the gods are not built by us but rather the followers of said gods who migrate to our place, thus we have a sort of diverse sort of religious groups due to that and Tanya instituting a non-aggression pact on Camelot that allowed people to do their own god and make sure no one was fighting over that, but I commend you for doing your part to help your god! It's rather sweet in a sort of way.

Also, your god made you guys? That's kinda nice, lots of gods made their own thing, Arceus made the Pokemon, First Hero had their slimy companion reproduce, Ocaeril the world supposedly made the Novakins, you know the people who look like they're made out fire like that dude over there"

Dani then tilted her head in the direction of the purple Novakin who was talking to a Camelotian trader, obvious by the signature blue with silver lining fabric that was custom of Camelot attire, the silky nature of the fabric only made his trader nature notable as silk was more of an eastern commodity.

"And then Tiamat made the Tritons, don't know them much, but I hear they're the shark people centered around an island on this continent, which I think is the west? I think so yeah.

So...since your god is a little forgotten, wanna tell me about him? I'm not worshipper, but I can help tell a few people about him here and there!"
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The mare waved a hoof dismissively, her ever present smile returning back to its normal over-the-top levels of cheer, rather then the insane cheer that had been there a moment before. "Oh, he doesnt mind really, in truth he kinda wanted to be forgotten back then. He just wasnt feeling it, didnt want to attend to the whole god business, ya know? But now he's back and ready to make himself known to the world, and let others know he exists once more! And we're here to help him with that mission of Frienship!"

She tilted her head as she observed the Novakin, nodding slight as she let out a low hum. "Yeah, we've gotten a couple of Novakin in here now and then, they tend to enjoy our more raw elemental based delicacies, such as the Lava Shot, an alcohol with distilled lava as a primary ingredient. Suffice to say, that one is a rather expensive drink, but they buy it all the same. They seem to enjoy it."

At the question of the identity of their deity, the Pony's eyes widened slightly and she nodded, a small smile gracing her face as she let out a chuckle. "Oh, well, I'm no preacher or anything. Truth be told, I'm not even one of the avid followers. I just pay my dues and give him the respect he deserves, no worshiping or anything like that. He doesnt care about the worship after all, he just wants to be acknowledged. Ah, silly me, I've managed to avoid saying his name this entire time havent I?" She chuckled, shaking her head in amusment. At that moment her eyes flickered behind Dani, and she was about to speak before a voice from behind Dani spoke up.

"The name of our patron is Dementia, or the Cosmic Janitor as he was more well known before the 1500 year silence he subjected himself to. He is insanity and chaos given form, although not as you would expect such aspects to be displayed."

The voice that interrupted had a calm, soothing quality to it, rather deep in tone yet currently soft in volume. Over all, it was a pleasure to hear, smoothly rolling across one's hearing and gently caressing the mind with its calming quality. However, despite it being nice to hear, that was an undercurrent of something else, a blandness that seemed to just barely suck at the mind. It was barely noticable due to the tone that masked over it, but the voice seemed... flat. Bland. As if something underneath was just waiting to come out, and whether it was for good or ill had yet to be determined.

The man behind the voice was interesting to behold as well, an older, heavy set gentleman with dark toned skin and wearing a pristine grey three piece business suit. His hair was just as grey as the suit, his eyes an ocean blue which twinkled with unsurpressed mirth and joy. A feeling of cheer seemed to radiate from him, almost as if it were encouraging others to join in with his mirth and good will, although it wasnt an overwhelming feeling and was easily resistible for ordinary beings. For now, at least.

"Greetings, Miss Dani. My name is George Marrington, and I am the manager of this fine establishment. I do apologize for the interruption of your delightful conversation, but I heard that you were requesting a meeting with me?"

The mare waved a hoof in the air dismissively. "Oh, it was nothing Sir, she was just asking about our patron god and all that. I'm not really all that good at descriptions and all that jaz. In fact, you would be better suited to answering that question Sir, due to being a more devote follower and all that."

The man nodded, a smile crossing his face as he chuckled merrily. "Well, yes, that I would be. If Miss Dani is interested, then I would be glad to share some knowledge about Dementia and his followers. Feel free to ask me." He said, inclining his head to Dani. Then he frowned slightly and looked around.

"Come to think of it, shouldn't your order be here by now? It should have arrived before I even got here, and yet I can see you havent recived it yet. Hmm, most interesting...."
 


  • Celestial Speck said:
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    Fou

    Truth be told...A part of Fou couldn't help but smile at this scene going down. The Cenobites were disgusting, at least a notable amount was. But they were still people at the end of the day. The way the curse was broken didn't have any special effects or grandiose speech from the heavens, it just was. And honestly, that might have been better at the end of the day. They didn't need divine reassurance, they didn't need special effects, just the curse being gone is good enough. It was...Different. To see this city shining so brightly and being so full of happiness, too. It was a feeling Fou only remembers by being on Konoha. The festivals. The fireworks. The victories. Happiness...

    A little warmth. Like a flame pressed against his heart. It didn't burn him. It just made him warm.

    The kiss on his cheek got him out of his daze, as Nirti called out to him. His face went to look at her, still a little bit surprised and smiling, but her words about him forgetting everyone certainly made that flame die a little bit. But-- even so, they were hopeful. The future has finally shined upon these people. They could finally think about it. Finally make plans. Finally, be happy again. Fou's look of surprise towards Nirti turned itself into a small little grin. There wasn't anything sexual or desireful on it. It was just a smile. Almost as if saying, I'll take you up on that promise.

    Soon, however, Fou didn't say a single more word, as his body shifted once more. Through the streets, people could see a small shadow jumping over them. Ten-Tails, white, fluffy fur, a mix of what appeared to be a small cat and a dog...A familiar figure, who instead of barking, said very simple words.

    "Fou! Fou! Foooou!"

    The Ten-Tails was here, and it was making his way to the upper floors.
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    Taking the tongue-elevator up had to be the grossest thing Fou had ever experienced. Living with the cenobites prior, he had never seen them using such a technology, and can now see why, as the slimy appendage launches out of the ceiling, sticking to his fur and quickly springing back up, pulling Fou rapidly into a toothless mouth. After a few seconds of darkness and slimy writhing, he is spit out, coated in a viscous ooze and left thoroughly disgusted. At the very least the elevator wasn't coated in spikes as one might expect from the Cult of Pain, as he recalled they would often ensure that their everyday appliances were as agonizing to use as possible. The curse however likely made that redundant. Regardless, he could take a look around the room, once the slime had been wiped out of his eyes of course.

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    The room, apparently located on the top floor, contained several strange biomechanical pods, each one seeming to hold within some manner of humanoid. The shell covering them made it difficult to see exactly who was inside, but none appeared to be cenobites. Various pulsating tubes pumped fluids into the pods, and numerous torturous-looking instruments hung off racks on the walls. Walking down sinuous hallways, Fou would see many more rooms like this, all built with the apparent purpose of inflicting incomprehensible extremes of various sensations upon the victims of the machines, and indeed each one seemed specialized to extract a specific feeling, from biological iron-maidens from within muffled screams could be endlessly heard, to bizzare apparatuses of pumps and tendrils or what looked like a literal tickle-torture machine, the abhorrance of this place could be plainly observed. Strangely, however, no Cenobites could be seen here, and all the machines seemed somewhat automated. It would seem even the most sadistic among them preferred not to witness the engines upon which their nation was built, and yet, Fou was most certainly not alone. As he examined another of the machines, a voice could be heard from behind him.

    "Greetings, Cath Palug..."

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With all the background discussion out of the way, the next candidate came in.

"Hey! Stop it! I'm married!", she said as she tried to avoid the advances of the drunken siren exiting the room.

"Oh my, sorry about her... So, uh, I overheard all that stuff, I'm an alien too, so I take it I won't be getting the job?"​
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Faust waved a hoof tiredly, having gotten over her amusement at Ocaeril's mistake while she waited. "Oh, no no, it doesnt mean that at all! In fact, we already knew you're an alien, which is why you're being considered for the job currently as we figure out how to properly introduce the general populus to our culture. It's just, well, you dont often meet another race not native to Ocaeril, you know? Nice to meet our sisters from the stars, even if those sisters come from beyond said stars while we are relatively closer."

She paused a moment in contemplation, then added slowly. "Ah, and... dont worry about her conduct. It was partially my father's fault, I'm afraid. He may have assisted in her current state of, ahem, hormonal imbalance." Her ears flicked as she had a brief conversation with said father, and she proceeded to glare at a random spot on the wall before turning back to the Siren with a smile.

There was another short pause, then Faust blushed slightly as she realized she'd forgotten something rather important. Her horn lit up and with a quick application of magic she banished the residual smell of the previous Siren's heat, the room smelling clean and pristine within moments.


Thamual Absentine Fluff Post​

It was a truly beautiful night in Equestria. The stars were gleaming perfectly, with the small moon the planet boasted hanging in the sky like the worlds best decoration. All over the country ponies slept in their homes, with those working the night shift enjoying their illusion of solitude. It was silent, wonderful, and truly glorious.

Even Thamual Absentine had to admit, it was in fact a good night. A wonderful night indeed, especially from a human perspective. But then again, the nights on Equestria were always rather vibrant, showing a beauty to them that rivaled Ocaeril as it once was. Same for the day really. The pure Chaos that permeated this world, Dementia's home, was potent, and had several extremely odd side effects, like making the weather better no matter what kind of weather it was. Sunny, stormy, snowy, it didnt matter, the weather in Equestria was always better and more refreshing then it was on Ocaeril.

At least, as far as Thamual could remember. It had been over a thousand years since he'd been 'home', after all. Things could change in centuries, as he well knew.

With a soft grunt Thamual turned, leaving the balcony he had been standing on and entering his personal office. It was a rather plain, well kept office, and wouldn't have looked out of place if it turned out to be some random executives office for some random big company in Camelot or Spartycus. But this normal office was owned by Thamual Absentine, He Who Ends Heresy, the first demigod of Dementia, and as the newest addition to his many titles: creater of Xelor magic.

Thamual didnt bother to pause and consider the ramifications of such an act, creating a new magic with the help of his god. He'd had a full decade since then to figure out how he felt about it and it had taken him only a month to decide. And in the end, he'd decided he was curious about it. He cared about results, and worrying about what it meant and the ramifications of such was a waste of time. Far better to study it and figure out what it would allow him to do, and then worry about what others might do with it.

And oh, did he study it. For a decade he had done nothing but study the power he had dubbed as Xelor magic, and it's uses had left him... eager. The ability to speed up oneself or to slow down or even completly stop time in a local region was incredible. Sure, it was technically already possible with Winds or Chakra, but those powers weren't specifically designed to alter the flow of time. Xelors could do so more easily and with much more precision then either magic, although they could still be overwhelmed by either magic group due to the restraints Dementia had placed on the first six candidates to receive the might of a Xelor. However, Thamual had no such rules binding him. He was unbridled, full of raw energy just waiting to be unleashed upon some helpless foe.

In short, Thamual was bored. Very, very bored, and very, very curious as to his own limits.

With a hum Thamual walked over to his desk, picking up a couple papers and taking a long look at each of them. "Hmm, I do suppose it's about time I took a gander at some of those potential targets on Ocaeril. Let's see, who's ripe for the picking and ready to be harvested...." He mused softly, staring at one paper for a few minutes before shaking his head with a long suffering sigh and putting the paper down.

"Okay, no. I am not invading anthro cat girl land as my first target. Faust would never let me hear the end of it if I tried to take them over as an initial starting point on Ocaeril." He grumbled, sitting down and taking a more thorough look at the papers. This may take him a while, but it would be worth it.

Probably, anyway. One never knew with Chaos.
 
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There were people on the moon.
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Well, okay. They weren't people, Ocaeril noted. They were once people, but they certainly aren't...Physical humans anymore. The keyword here is physical. When Ocaeril had finally managed to find a relatively calm and chill spot that the gods only returned to by the end of the cycle mostly to escape from the chaos of a certain hater-turned-stalker, and another goddess of evil stalker, and just overall annoying shit while his shards took care of all the work for him. Said locale was, of course, a familiar enough location. That being the moon. Where he remembers his first talk with Yimor happened. He was sitting on the same rock, a little cup of coffee somehow not floating off into space and that kept itself warm on his hands, drinking it like a tired dad after a press conference happened.

It was all fine and dandy. It was like, a mini-break. He needed to de-stress. Chill out. Relax. Chillax, as they say. But that sort of course of action doesn't seem to compute with Ocaeril. Despite having control over Space-Time, Ocaeril still was a victim to causality, despite being able to somewhat erase it.

See, there weren't that many of them when he first caught them with his eyes and Chakra sensors. At first, he thought he was just imagining things, or that someone was stalking him, and he was ready to confront it. His surprise was great when he sensed Chakra of all things coming from whoever the hell, as well as the fact their appearance was clearly mortal-like. They were akin to ghosts. Shapeless, almost like a mist, blending in with the dust of the moon. Red eyes and only two straight lines coming from their featureless bodies, almost like bunny ears of sorts. They were unnatural, almost like some sort of mist.

Needless to say, the fact that there wasn't only one, but multiple of these things surprised Ocaeril. They weren't divine creations, at least not that he could tell. They were just...Ghosts. Certainly not new here, judging by the fact they hid under small and sad little holes of dirt around the cold and lonely surface of the moon. Feeding off of his natural energy, almost like trees and nature feed off of the nutrients of the soil. It was like small nibbles, almost completely unnoticeable.

"Well...I certainly don't think anybody put you guys here, huh?"

His vision of the past told him a story. Of how these beings came to the moon. Long in the past, when the Dungeon Cores and Warp activity was by its highest, and when the prison that was Zyr's afterlife broke out, many of the ghosts tried to escape. Some were forcefully taken by the tree of life, controlled by Yuyuko Saigyouji, others were taken by Arceus' frankly tasteless and rigged 'Waiting Room', and others were chomped out by the Dungeon Cores. Truly, Ocaeril wasn't a place for these creatures who suffered for so long already.

And so they fled to a new horizon. Literally.

His vision showed the mist like bodies of these human-ghosts floating and sometimes teleporting upwards to the moon. The culture of their previous lives disappearing, as so did they over time, their Chakra running out, resulting in a final death. A sad existence, but at least here, they could live in peace, away from the impurities of the material world and its cruel, cruel gods. An existence forged in forgetting oneself and simply hoping that there is something beyond death for ghosts.

Ocaeril sighed, and despite the fact he knew his break was still up and going, a part of him told that this was both ways Zyr's fault and his fault- that meaning, his fault completely. He had to do something, didn't he? While his face didn't show it, he still felt awfully sorry for these creatures. He can turn off his emotions and walk away, but...

...Ah, screw it.

"It's your guy's lucky day. Go on, prosper, Lunarians."

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Imagines not accurate, but close enough.

Old and familiar powers coursed through his body, as it was expelled outwards towards this location. Their immaterial bodies would change, going from that shapeless and almost mist-like form to something more humane. Extremely pale skin, (usually) white hair and horns that took shape of what almost appeared to be rabbit horns, and long and white garbs, and of course, the ability to become physical, ethereal, or something in-between, allowing their Chakra flow to become stronger, much, much more so, to allow them to last longer, and to be able to reform the Chakra inside their bodies, allowing them to essentially pseudo immortal. Not truly immortal, but age obviously cannot affect these beings. By all means, ghosts should be immortal, but alas, the ones in Ocaeril tend not to be, due to hazardous conditions, and the cycle of life, death, and rebirth going on.

There was also that issue of the Cosmos, and just overall their sanity due to being on the moon, and how to form Chakra... Their minds also evolved, mostly to match the fact they are virtually immortal, (by age) becoming wiser, their subconscious becoming as strong as their physical bodies he had evolved, allowing them to be able to properly create Chakra by fusing together the energies of their now semi-physical and '''living''' bodies, and the energies of their subconscious. Yin Yang finally found balance, and Ocaeril could instantly tell it was great. Chakra in mortals in his body was already great in so many people, such as Kyou and Mimaki, but these people? They certainly are...Much more. Stronger and faster than most humans, with larger reserves of Chakra, and control over things such as Space-Time Ninjutsu to help with travel due to the fact they lived on space, as well as a unique Doujutsu, much like the Sharingan- the Byakugan, with the King and his royal lineage holding the unique Tenseigan, a Doujutsu allowing them to control repulsive and attractive forces to great extent, as well as the natural abilities of the Byakugan.

It reminded him of the family that they took after in appearance. 'Otsutsuki.' That name would be unintentionally imprinted into them, mostly belonging to the royalty of the 'Lunarians.' (as he had dubbed them) Their culture and powers wouldn't involve the worship of gods, as via a very muddy vision of the future, he would see they would seemingly take a more spiritualistic approach. Believing in the greater powers of the realm, capable of changing and shaping the world. Paying their respects to those who deserved such, but turning a blind eye in contempt on those who only lived for chaos and death. Believing in the purity of the soul, and how their ancestors fled earth due to the entropic events and the impurities that plagued the lands. Insanity, wars, bloodshed, even the simple concept of death seemed to be something the Lunarians believed to be caused via impurities.

Of course, despite this, much of their personalities, he noted, seemed to be stoic. Not letting emotions overtake them, and keeping three eternal truths when manipulating their beyond large reserves of Chakra, (the which allowed them to create life on the moon via Nature Releases, the which the most important was the Chakra fruits from Azran, adapted into this environment by Ocaeril himself so they can sustain themselves) 'Purity', 'Peace', and 'Humility.' Lunarians were seemingly kind and respectful folk to those who visited them. Although it was just that when and if newcomers somehow arrived at the moon. A simple show of hospitality. Their minds, evolved, of course, allowed them to be rather smart, a natural trait for those needing to use Chakra. They were alien to certain things, but certainly not innocent and naive.

...He also something interesting. An artifact of sorts, by the looks of it...Not created by him, no, someone else, it seemed like. A woman. Another kind of god. His mom, perhaps? Well, that was interesting. He wasn't sure what Tiamat was going to do with the Lunarians, but...She trusted her well enough.

...His vision also screamed at some sort of mortal men writing stories about Lunarian society, obviously seen as just fiction, but from what he glimpsed from his limited sight, it seemed to be explaining things such as...Sexuality. Gender identity, and other cultural norms of the Lunarians. Ocaeril wasn't entirely sure if they were true or not. He simply set the canvas for this 'species,' he was sure not all of them would be exactly how he envisioned it- that'd be boring. But, it wasn't his place to pry, if it didn't hurt anyone. But the book did explain some very interesting things about spiritualism and Chakra overall, and its origins, the origins of life and souls, and how they interacted in the physical world with the overall guise of fiction over it, the Lunarians acting as actors of this 'fiction' book-- they even figured out about Yin-Yang! He has no idea if the book will be popular, probably not, but the mortal who wrote it is certainly getting a thumbs up in his eyes.

...It was weird, though. He planned on giving them a guardian for good measure, but he seemed to be out of divine power. How odd, did he use his reserves on something else...Bah, it didn't matter. With a smile, and making sure he didn't forget anything important, Ocaeril eventually created a portal...And swiftly moved away.

Somewhere, in the far future, in a Lunarian temple, the walls were painted with the images of a mighty and dark eastern dragon with the world on his mouth leading a group of completely white and abstract beings towards the moon, as dark flames burned under them. The story of how the world-dragon himself saved their ancestors from living impure and almost primitive lives would always be remembered with respect.
 
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When the initial two actions were done, by given a certain amount of time spent looking over the triforce and the guardians that will make sure it is safe from future curses, she wished the church good luck and many blessings to come the way to the Children of the Sea, the tritons, and the beings protected by said triforce. Leaving the church, she jumped up, taking flight. It was going to be a pleasant stroll up in the skies, complete with a little bag of Derpsberry muffins from the cafe hanging on by her tail!

In a way it was meant for her to take her mind off the sugary rush from the drizzle and to keep observing what was out there within the world. She didn't have much plans to do much otherwise, but as she scanned over the areas on the world, a different sense of life came to mind- not one that Tiamat would have usually expected. She looked up to the stars, between some present planets, and behold, the moon has become more lively! Tiamat's eyes brightened like the stars, and thus she will start flying to space terrain, to check up on the Moon.

Checking on the moon, she can see the new beings present, the Lunarians. Making a landing on the moon, she will wander around. She will see the beautiful aspects of this civilization, and she gave the motherly smile. It is the beginning of their own civilization on the moon, isn't it... Who could've helped them? Possibly Ocaeril, if she had to think the best candidate. "Aaahhhhhh, ahhhh?" (I suppose my child will need the extra help, won't he?) With a gentle set of aaaahs that would possibly echo among space, she took a deep breath.

"Aaahhh, Aaaa aahhhhh aahh Aaahhhh ah ahhhhhh ahhh, ahhhhh!" (For new life, I promise them the Beginning of new civilization, on the moon!)



It is possible the Lunarians have heard her, and they might question why she's using essences of the moon for her plans, but there is a reason for such construction.

The first to start with was the pot. It was heavily obvious that essences of the Moon's land had to be used, such as rock and mineral that had to be formed together with an egg. It took a while, but the pot's appearence would be much like the pretty pottery one would see on ancient artifacts- complete with silver, gold and grey hues. It would be called the Lunarian Pot.

After the pot's initial making, the material that would complete it took the gathering of some of the stars with said pot, mixing it with the dust that was on the moon, and adding the touch of magic to make it blessed by her power. By a set of aaah's, the Moon Dust of Blessings was meant to be dust that allowed for things to grow on the moon, to purify/cleanse, and to heal. It is a special set of artifacts, indeed.

The second artifact would be the spoon to mix it. It was more simple, as Tiamat took some minerals of the moon and mixed it around inside another egg. She did it until she heard solid thumps inside the egg, opening it and making some blessings to make it gold, and become the All-Seeing Scoop. Tiamat explains for this one, if the spoon mixes in with the pot with water/water chakra, it would make mist, and the water itself will bring visions like a crystal ball!

If the lunarians listened in, it will be a great gift from Tiamat, even if it is with or without worship. It's more just Tiamat helping those in need, with common kindness to life and a motherly like aspect. She's hopeful and sure they will put it to great use, as these can help their society on the blossom to great things! With thanks and everything, Tiamat had finished her action spree, and she will begin to fly from the moon, and return to the world, and as the extension, to the tree. She will settle the muffins on a table inside the house on the tree. If there are things to note, the imp Fuma and the ghost Yuyuko will learn about Tiamat's recent journey very soon... And for the family, the muffins are there for them!

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Space Buddha Space Buddha

As the command ship winds up for another nasty punch, the smaller vessels deploy their marine compliment, reinforced by primitive suicide drones. Though their technology crude and general design volatile, they were not embedded with Gaullic technology, allowing them to grab hold of the boarders with ease.
 
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( Serafim Athanallis. High admiral of the grand fleet of Spartacys)
"LAND LAND" that was the only thing that could be heard of the excited soldiers because after those fateful words were spoken nobody could remain quiet or continue their boring monotone jobs.
It was not long before due to the noice the officers came on to the deck. They took off their officers caps and watched an entire civilization pop up. It was surely a sight to see, the captain immediately contacted the nearby aircraft carrier (that sort of served as the headquarters of this certain segment of the fleet). They were strictly instructed to wait and not enter the mysterious what looked to be a city. The officers were quick to make notes of buildings that could serve as defences.

It was not long before a huge shadow was shed on the ship. The enormous flagship of the fleet was flying above the what now looked to be tiny destroyer. In the flagship stood Serafim Athanallis, he had longed for action. Although this new civilization could finally end the boredom of him and his men, he wasnt planning to just fly into the civilization with his entire fleet. Therefor he would go personally on this mission that should be handled very delicately. His flagship would still probably be able to show the might of Spartacys. (The crew of the flagship numbered a staggering 45,000, keep that in mind).

Serafim sighed and said "lets go, to unknown lands" as he pushed a huge lever that made the ship move into the direction of Nekomatus.

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Ickol 2.0 Action 3

Alright bitches, been a while since you’ve seen the land down under, right? Well, here’s a recap on what’s been going on!

Ickol hasn’t interfered in the Amonjak choosing since the succession game, but she still has attended each passing of the Light to the new Amonjak. The Empire of the First Light has gone through three reigns since then, although in fairness two of those were technically the same leader using body-snatching techniques. What, you think nothing interesting happens in a place because it’s not onscreen? Go fuck yourself, the Underdark is bustling like you would not believe. Stories untold, great catastrophic wars unseen, tensions bursting and borders flopping about like a dead fish.

Here’s some of the important bits:
After the succession game ended in a victory for the mute kid and his Dark Elf “slave” (actually a caretaker he was involved in a forbidden relationship with), the direction of Vril politics shifted over the Silent’s reign. Dark Elves, the only race legally allowed as slaves in the First Light, had their rights restored. This mostly amounted to most being kicked out of the empire upon being ‘freed’ and sent to Uemeryn, the ancestral (and sole) home of the Rockseer Elves. Of course, even centuries later the Dark Elves aren’t liked, so most Uemerian traders are Rockseers, while the Dark Elves can only find work in the First Light as servants to the eccentric and wealthy. The Dark Elves have managed to build up a stable population in the Underdark, but are still very much a minority, not even a thousand total.

While a sympathetic ruler was still unable to fully quell the hatred of the Vril for the Dark Elves, he was able to build stronger ties with the Rock Seers. Uemeryn remains a self-proclaimed isolationist and neutral power within the Underdark, but though unwilling to aid the empire in combat they have become a friendly ally in trade. A ‘radical’ group in Uemeryn pushing for awareness and potential contact with the surface has grown from an underground (heh) movement of a handful of scholars to a full blown school of philosophy. Although still a minority in the city, they are a vocal one, and have severely divided the Rockseer’s politics.

The Vril themselves have retained a hostile mindset towards the surface. The Troglodytes, Derro, and feral Chitines have been driven upwards as a result in the First Light’s conquest, with the empire using the monsters as a first line of defense to dissuade scouts or explorers from Above. Illithids, Beholders, and Aboleths remain the biggest threats to the First Light and are repeatedly battled by the empire’s defensive army. Most of the more beastial monsters have simply learned to avoid the empire’s lands to escape death.

The Skulks, Norkers, Xvart, Quaggoth, Dark Ones, and Bainligor have joined the First Light, and the Myconid given a reservation to prevent war. The Incunabula and Kuo-toa are another prevalent race, yet there are rumors about their religious practices, and it is unknown whether either people worships Ickol as the other races have been taught to by the Vril.

The Novakin, when encountered by the empire, are met with unease at best and fear or disgust at worst. The First Light, although non-aggressive to Novakins, does not consider the ones that settle in their territories true citizens.

Creatures from the other continent below, such as the rat boys, are met with suspicion. If, indeed, any have managed to cross over to the First Light at all.

Ickol appears before the Amonjak, Rquino the Patient, and bestows upon her designs of the various weapons used Above. Guns. Explosives. She does this by depositing hundreds of imitations to be reverse engineered. After all, she doesn’t want her boys looking like backwoods savages compared to above ground, riiiiight?
 
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    Shimone's eyes slowly opened up from his bed, as if he had woken up from a long dream.

    Despite having just woken up, he didn't feel tired, nor did he feel sleepy. He simply felt...Normal. His eyes moved to the side, looking at the small familiar device in his hands. It's still there... He half-mumbled, half-thought to himself. ...Was it a dream...? It felt like such an easy answer to him. A dream. A blissful dream from a child who wasn't able to separate fiction from reality. It was a ridiculous answer. A lazy answer. A 'dream...' No. What happened there...What happened to him...It wasn't a dream. Dreams don't speak his name like that. Dreams aren't specific like that...

    His mind was taken away from its trance by him hearing a much familiar voice. His heart skipped a beat, and a wide smile appeared on his face. "Mom!!" His tone was almost relieved, but soon as he made his way towards the door, he stopped when he felt Inqui's intense and angry presence behind the door.

    Relief became fear. Fear became a realization. Realization became normal feelings. He absolutely cannot tell his mom about the Digimon World. Nor can he tell Ocaeril or Eva. As it stood...If they learned they took him and other children...They might do something harsh. And that would mean other gods would take notice of it too...The place he woke up to Agumon might become corrupted. Taken over by another god. He cannot allow that. His family when they weren't too busy taking care of their business for several years and actually remembered he wasn't a god, could do harsh things when it came to protecting him...

    ...Right. It's just mom. Trust her, Shimone.

    The door slowly opened, revealing Shimone in the same clothes Inqui last saw him. Shimone wasn't sure how much time passed here, but...Inqui would know that Shimone was still home when she left to take care of business, and he awoke his 'lineage' powers much shortly after, despite being, well, home.

    "...Hi mom." Shimone mumbled, all that relief seemingly gone and replaced from tension. "...Um...Welcome home. Did you have fun at work?" ...I hope everyone else can come home, too.
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    Inqui smiled as she entered the room, although it quirked into bemusement at the mention of work.

    "Work. indeed. it. was. fun. in. a. way"

    She then did something straight away, she grasped Shimone and hugged him deeply.

    "How. are. you. sweetie? I. hope. you. are. doing. well. I. thought. I. felt. something. happening. to. you. and. wanted. to. make. sure. you. were. okay. since. Ocaeril. is. well. busy. with. old. "friends". now. are. you. alright? It's. fine. you. can. tell. mom. okay?" she said with a wink
 

As Fou entered the strange and frankly pretentious looking laboratory, (seriously, who in their right minds would choose to look this messed up and not expect people to laugh, [Although that's just him]) his form and body changed. He became bigger, stronger, around the size of a large car, his appearance changing, and his ten tails and Chakra flowing through his body as began destroying everything in this rooms with his tails, not using any Chakra at the moment, mostly due to the fact it could likely mean the collapse of the ceiling, and making so all of this room ends up falling down to the lower level, killing people. But his Tails were strong, and so was a Tailed Beast, breaking and cracking open the disgusting devices without any mercy, memories, and rumors surfacing on his mind. This is the Cenobites the people hate so much. And as such...He had no mercy getting rid of all their technology.

Analyzing was too much of a kind term. More like 'making a mess.' But even so...As the voice showed itself, Fou's appearance at this point was changed.

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Whether or not this was his real form or not was hard to pinpoint. With so much DNA in his body, with so much change they caused onto him, with so much experimentation, it was hard to tell what the Ten-Tails looked like in legend. Some say it was akin to Ocaeril's spirit form. Others say he was like an angel. Others say he is like a devil ready to destroy everything at the slightest inconvenience. The strongest and first of the beasts. Born from a tree, and closest to Ocaeril and his Yin-Yang Chakra...

Caith Palug. Fou. Kaguya. Juubi. Ten-Tails.

"...Hmmm. Disgusting. I'm sorry, but just looking at you, I feel disgusting all over."


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The sudden hug caused Shimone to flinch back, his eyes wide, and his heart almost jumping out of his body. For a few moments, Shimone stood still there, letting his mom hug him...But before long, he hugged her back. It was different, though. Inqui could tell. He was almost grappling onto her. Like a scared baby koala clinging into his mother. His hands were shaking, his breath jagged, and small hiccups came from him, yet no tears came. His voice tried to form words, but only nonsensical, nervous gibberish came out. While he knew he couldn't tell anything to her, deep down, he wanted to just lay down on her lap, hug her for the rest of the cycle. He didn't want her, dad, Eva, or grandma to go away...He wanted them to stay with him.

But he knew that was impossible.

Stupid god status. Don't take his family from him just because he isn't one. Please.

"M-Mommy, I..." Mommy. He hasn't used that sort of name for Inqui in so long. "...I'm fine. I...Just had a bad dream. I...Guess." He soon let go of her, albeit a little reluctantly. He knew he couldn't tell her, but he couldn't quite lie to his mom, either. He wasn't this sort of kid. "I...I dreamt that I was somewhere that I never knew of before. Not h-here in Ocaeril. Or any of its dimensions. The sky was blue, the water clear, and there were a lot of girls and boys with me...But I didn't know anyone. I was so scared, I thought I would...Never come back home..."

There was silence for a moment, as Shimone looked in the ground.

"...Mom...How do you do it? Being brave, I mean. Helping people." His voice was meek, almost as if running out of gas halfway through. "...You're so old. The people you save and befriend when you're out in adventures, they all die eventually...And...You don't gain anything out of it aside from their worship. And w-we all know worship doesn't mean anything...So...How do you do it? Why do you do it? You lived for so long...And yet you don't grow deattached...H-How do you keep doing it? Keeping being brave despite all the evil that pops up...Helping people when they're capable of more evil than good...A-And being immortal forever?"
 
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Dani quirked her head in confusion before gasping in realization "oh yeah! My order! It's fine, I didn't came here for the meal, just wanted to check up on stuff here, hope it's fine and dandy, anyways nice to meet you Mr. Marrington, names Dani! Dani....Dani! I don't have a last name really, so just call me Dani!" she said before chuckling as she raised her arm for a high five.

"I'm glad you're willing to share some knowledge about Dementia! Tanya would be glad to hear about an new god" her eyebrows furrowed "wait no, she wouldn't be pleased, but she would be pleased about you guy's being so nice! It's a fine day when we don't have to root out the ol' fanatical cult to the great unknowns and what not! Ha ha!"
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George nodded, chuckling as he returned her high five. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Miss Dani. Please, call me George, Mr. Marrington was my father after all." He chuckled at her comment about Tanya's reaction. "Well, we left most of the fanatical cultist activites behind long ago, and those left who follow it limit it to bingo night, I assure you." George laughed, grinning broadly as he nudged Dani.

The mare snorted loudly and shook her head. "Dont mind Mr. Marrington, he's a big ole joker. As for your order, it should be out shortly." She hummed and started off into the distance, nodding slowly as she gave a long suffering sigh. "Ah. It's the newbie."

As if on cue, there was loud bang, quickly followed by a door opening and a bright pink Earth Pony whizzed into the main lobby, effortlessly gliding across the surface of the floor as she approached the front counter. Coming to an suddenly and inexplicable stop next to Dani and George, she gave them a huge smile that seemed to stretch ear to ear. Oh wait, it actually did stretch ear to ear across her face. Huh.

"Heya there miss are you Dani because I have an order here for a Miss Dani of half a dozen Derpsberry Muffins and a medium sized Carmelita Drizzle which I need to deliver to her asap as I'm rather late because I may have eaten a muffin or two by mistake because they're so super duper shmuper delicious and that added a little bit of time to the delivery oh I hope you aren't too mad that it was late dont worry I can get you more muffins to make up for it if you aren't happy and- mwhemfosbalcp."

The mare stopped her deluge of words as George placed a hand over her muzzle and closed it, forcing her to quiet down as he gave her an amused look. "Just give the lady her order Miss Pie, I'm sure everything will work out just fine." He told her calmly, patting her on the head. The clerk behind the counter simple looked accepting of this situation, the mare holding her head in her hooves as she silently counted back from 100.

The pink mare promptly calmed down, giggling as she gave George an amused look. "Heheh, silly filly, my name's Pinkie Pie, not Miss Pie! Miss Pie is my mother!" She told him, grinning cheerfully as she walked over to Dani. Or more accurately, slid slightly across the floor, as she appeared to be wearing some sort of boots that allowed her to glide across the polished floor.

"Here you go Miss, one Drizzle Surprise here for you!" Pinkie said cheerfully, offering up a bag and cup that were resting on her back, and had somehow managed to not only stay unnoticed by anyone, but also hadn't fallen off yet.
 
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