Fantasy young deities - main

[eliwantscake]

OOC: this is a private thread for the 'young deities' group

IC: It was no secret to anyone that Fehfer was quite creative. They'd filled countless forests with original flora and fauna so beautiful that they could cause one's jaw to drop. They came up with new species on a daily basis. It was just how they spent their time, and they greatly enjoyed it. It came so naturally to them, something that so many deities seemed to be jealous of. They had personal dimensions where their darling creations roamed freely, and they spent most of their time in these dimensions watching them. They rarely interacted with anything that didn't approach them first. They simply laid or sat in the grass and looked around at everything they'd created. They weren't really one to feel pride in general, but if they were forced to choose something to be proud of in their life, it would be their creations. The species that they made.

If only they had a planet to put some of them on.

They had only just formed the accretion before them, and already countless asteroids had begun to gravitate towards it. Most, they recognized these asteroids as being useful. Some contained the gases needed to create an atmosphere. Some would have minerals that would be good for the soil and allow them to put species capable of learning how to farm on this planet. Others simply didn't contain anything that would do damage. Fehfer exhaled softly, relieved at how lucky they had gotten. It was rare that the first couple of asteroids that turned towards a forming planet weren't ones that would cause damage. They did, of course, take out a select few positive asteroids, as they'd been told to do. The majority, however, struck the accretion in various places, and they resisted the urge to cover their ears. They weren't standing very close - they couldn't, for various reasons - but they would have to leave the galaxy, or at the very least move a few stars over, to get away from the sound. Things were going really well.

They had, of course, realized that there would be consequences if they dared think this, and Fehfer groaned as a particularly nasty looking asteroid appeared almost out of nowhere. They didn't know exactly what damage it would cause. It might poison the atmosphere. It might break apart half of the accretion. They just knew that it was bad. The deity raised up their right hand, aiming it towards the asteroid and muttering something under their breath. It wasn't a spell; as a deity, they had no need for such things. Rather, they quietly begged Culphion for mercy and luck as they aimed to take out the asteroid. There was no way for them to tell how much damage it could do to their accretion, but it could quite easily destroy the whole thing.

It didn't matter. Just as the first bad asteroid shattered into pieces, three more successfully collided with the accretion. While they didn't manage to completely destroy the forming planet, several pieces of it broke off, flying out into the space around it. Fehfer growled, looking around. They didn't see any more asteroids of any kind coming. That didn't make sense. All asteroids nearby should have been attracted to the accretion. But the sky was empty. Fehfer wondered if they should just give up and leave. After all, no planet was going to be formed if no asteroids came along. Typically, an accretion was only considered as having 'failed' if it was completely shattered, but they doubted that this accretion was going to be fixed by any amount of other flying space rocks.

Just as they were about to leave, Fehfer heard another bang! They sighed, assuming that either an asteroid had hit their accretion from behind where they couldn't see, or someone else was around. Their former assumption had been correct, and they turned around, expecting to see the now ruined remains of their latest failed attempt at a planet.

Instead, the deity found themself stunned. They weren't sure what had happened, but they assumed that they had been a little too close to their accretion. As a result, when it exploded, the shockwaves hit them. They found themself knocked back so hard they had ended up outside of the star they'd been forming the planet in. For a moment, they simply floated there, before the comet pathway sensed them, and they felt the solid ground under their back. A good sign that they should call it a day.

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Fehfer stepped out of The Playground with their head hung low, the clouds around them dispersing as their feet hit the ground. The illusion of grass and bright flowers around their feet was something they might have appreciated if they had been in a better mood. Now, they just ignored it. They'd almost managed to do it. Every time they got close to forming a planet, something screwed them over. They supposed that they just weren't meant to make planets. Maybe they would have to become okay with that.

 

[TYPE]

Oroforma stood at the edge of an empty stretch of space. Somewhere out there, the great creator was. Forging on a scale so immense it dwarfed all other acts of gods and mortals alike. The sheer scale and complexity nearly overwhelmed even the put together sentience that was Oroforma. It was a sight to behold. A gift to see. Even as the first light started to shimmer among the vast clouds of gas and rock - Oroforma felt a spark of envy. Why would he not? It was easy to rationalise. He was an artist. An historian. And even now, with all his plans and ideas he was in awe of a creation beyond him. A creation that inspires life. There could be no greater art than this. As the light started forming into more stars, Oroforma started moving away - careful not to get caught in the fires of creation. This was not his role though. He was a creator god. Not THE creator god. His job was to observe this feat and record it - marking it as a part of history. Slowly his form shifted from that of a young man, floating alone in space. In turn, a vast tower manifested in his stead. Tall beyond reason, it seemingly stretched along the boundaries of reality. No foundations, and no top. It loomed for a moment before the complex stonework started shifting - expanding up and out - the tower becoming larger along all parameters. A new piece of stone - as unique as any of the ones that made up the rest of the tower - suddenly appeared, dark, with little detail or markings. Slowly as the galaxy started settling in the distance, so too did stars appear on the tablet - marking history as it was formed. A brilliant mosaic with white glass stars and a fire made of gold spread across the onyx stone. The tower settled again. And then vanished.
Oroforma appeared, once more in the form of a young man. He slowly lowered towards the soft surface below him, the clouds wafting angelically - settling around his feet as they made contact with the dark, yellowed stone. Cracked and smoothed with age and use. From between the clay pavers, small weeds and vines grew. He sighed, motioning to sit down - a chair forming behind him, a desk materialising in front. On the glass surface a tome lay - old, yellowed pages suggesting a vast history behind it. He opened the tome, taking a fountain pet from his breast pocket - and started writing, creating detailed drawings and designs for future projects. The lines and words and numbers on the pages seemed to detail some great design, too vast and too complex for most to comprehend. These were the notes which would become his world. The great library. The grand record of all existence. And having seen the beautiful display produced by Culphion - he knew exactly what he wanted to add next. As inspiration consumed him, he paid no heed to the celestial host around him. He had work to do.

 

[MaxiMal]

Finch folded his legs, floating in an empty patch of space in The Playground. Nothing except gaseous matter existed for miles around, as far as he could sense; the perfect spot to practice. He lifted his arms like a conductor- if only for the flair of it- and swept them down.

Like the crack of lightning and thunder on still air, sound and light exploded into the emptiness. A full orchestra hit his ears, at a pitch no human could ever hear, playing a melody no human had ever heard. Bursts of color splattered across his vision, forming shapes, dancing, blooming into great pyres and towers of light. Red mixed with yellow, like paint swirling across the expanse, tumbling together until a sunset oranges spawned from the two. The red and yellow individuals faded away, and the orange took shape.

The sunset deity danced into the center of the mess of colors, and raised arms far above Finch’s head, above even its own. More colors took shape, forming worlds, galaxies. The music crescendoed as more of the deities popped into existence, entering the galaxies, taking all sorts of shades and colors. The sunset deity faded away into starlight, and the starlight dissipated into more galaxies. The newer, smaller deities were left in their Playground, dancing and mingling.

Slowly, the music calmed, and the colors faded. Finch stood up and took a bow to the emptiness, letting the colors disperse back into the gas he had pulled them from. The performance had been almost perfect- he still needed to tweak the music. It’s peak had come at the wrong time because had focused too hard on the sunset deity.

Finch stepped out of the Playground, stretching his arms and wings. His bare feet tapped quietly on the snow as he moved further in, looking for someone to talk to. He was bored now- he’d done enough work for the day, it was time to mess around and have some fun.

 

[eliwantscake]

Fehfer was somewhat ashamed to say that they did not know the names of the deities whom had been in the Playground at the same time as they had. In all fairness, they could easily say that they had not seen either of them. The Playground was a vast space, and there were almost always countless deities there, working on planets, watching others. On top of that, they had been attempting to create a planet, a very arduous task. It would be very believable for them to say that they had not noticed any of the other deities in the vicinity. Still, they personally felt bad. They should make more of an effort to get to know other gods their age. They weren't sure that they knew the names of any other deities in their age groups.

But overall, they were not a social creature, and they couldn't be blamed for not knowing others. It was not in their nature to interact with others. The only gods they knew very well at all were their mothers.

Suddenly, Fehfer felt the wind ruffle their hair. This was not uncommon. Wind occurred in the Gathering Place for unknown reasons. Some believed that it was solar wind that came from the Playground. Some believed that the amount of power that was generated by so many deities existing in the same space caused it. Either way, it felt nice. They sighed. After so many failures, it no longer took them very long to recover from the initial sadness of losing an accretion. The wind helped them relax.

At least, it helped them relax until it betrayed them. A particularly strong gust of wind got caught up under their veil, ripping it from their hair. They gasped, covering their face with their hands. They did not go out in public without their veil on. They watched as the sheer fabric landed on the clouds, next to one of the deities who had been in the Playground while they had been there. Oh no... They weren't completely sure what to do. On one hand, they couldn't stay in the middle of the Gathering Place without their veil, but on the other, to get it back, they risked interacting with another deity. So they simply stood there, weighing the options in their head.

 

[Cadenach]

The Infinite. That's what Vedr called this. A space without space. An unending and incomprehensible place containing all the dimensions of all the universes in existence, and a few that weren't, but he stayed away from those places. Vedr felt like she was moving fast and slow at the same time. Colors and concepts beyond light exploding in spectrum invisible to minds such as his. Vedr felt a pull towards a reality, the Playground. That space that was so vast in its three, four? Was it five? Dimensions...a pull. Again. Vedr knew that know that it had noticed it, ignoring it would just make it come all the faster. He surrendered to the pull and let it drag her from the Infinite. Probably for the best. Never good to stay in one state of presence too long. Even one as variable as the Infinite. Vedr looked around. Here it was. A...what was this? It had thought it to be a star cluster, and it was, but not like Vedr had ever seen before. This was...like a solar system, but the planets were suns, kept in a state of temperature stasis, around a...what was it? A condensate of matter. Something so cold it sunk in on itself. The suns orbited it like planets around a star. This was strange. Shouldn't a gravitational body of that density have already collapsed? What was this place? Vedr felt it then. A strange chill running through her very being. This place was wrong. It was an inverted stasis. They shouldn't be here. He needed to leave! As Vedr tried to reenter the Infinite, it felt a presence like a chilled grip clutch at its being. The thing felt wrong. Antithetical. She knew that if he stayed, it would hold them forever. In a panic, Vedr stepped through the Infinite to an easily accessible place that it usually avoided. The Gathering Place.
Suddenly thrust into the realm of the gods, Vedr was in its physical form. Their true form. He quickly tried to hide the panic this caused as moths formed up from the rippling waters at her feet, only to dissipate after fluttering away from them. Vedr looked around, still shaken by its strange and unsettling encounter, he couldn't find the will to shift into another dimensional space just yet.
Vedr saw a few other deities around, though most looked upon her with instinctive revulsion or disassociation and made sure to stay away. Those would be the more static entities...probably for the best. A few recognized Vedr and moved away as well, or gave polite nods but made no effort to come near. That's right. This was why Vedr didn't come here. This place was a something-nothing. Unfit for Vedr. Best to gather oneself and be on. But...the fear Vedr felt before transitioned into weariness. What was the point? Every journey was equally meaningless. Lonely. Unsatisfying...like all of it. Vedr let the despair and melancholy wash over it before giving way to elation, then steadily worked back between lesser variants of those. That was the one good thing about this place. It made it easier for Vedr to reach a softer equilibrium. After being rattled so hard with an extreme emotion, that was a welcome thing. Perhaps it would stay. For a bit. Just to recover herself.
Vedr drifted about, looking at the doings of the different gods.

 

[djarin_pnw]

Dystros let his feet drag through the sand on his creation, his planet, their home. The inhabitants roamed about, some on four legs but many more on two. Others swam in crystal blue water, the creatures of the deep beneath them attending to their own circle of life. A pair of females waved with a rosy hue coming to their cheeks as he walked by. He just nodded and kept going. He had been down that road once before. It ended in such a feeling of sadness he’d swore he’d stay away from the mortals.

He walked a little closer to the water and let the tiny waves lick as his feet. Something other than water rubbed against his leg and he looked down. Bending over he picked up the bottle used for their liquids and frowned. It was becoming more common. They were careless with themselves and the things they touched. He had done it once, washed them all away and started over. He thought it would be different the second time around. Mortals just didn’t care.

He walked farther out into the water, the waves growing bigger and dancing around him as if greeting their maker. He took a breath and dove into its depths. But, instead of traveling its great expanse, he touched down in The Playground. As always, different deities were milling about, lost in their own thoughts and concerns. Being eternal brought a lot of time to think, to wonder, to worry. Instead he stayed down with his creations for much of the time. He had forever to let his soul be troubled.

Today was different though. He was troubled. Quickly his form dried from the water to reveal a man in the form of a mortal with dark hair, a beard, and electric blue eyes that currently were as stormy as a hurricane. He was clothed in a tight, black ensemble. It covered any nakedness of his torso and legs, but didn’t hide the strength beneath. His form was less intimidating than many of the others. He used what he could to dismiss any weakness.

As he walked pools of water appeared under his feet. He was deep in thought, not seeing the deity he bumped into. “Excuse me” was all he said as walked past and found a spot to sit on a bench that suddenly appeared. He hunched forward and looked down at his feet, images of his creations being shown in the water. Start over or not start over? They were all the same.

 

[MaxiMal]

Finch had been wondering what he could do that might be the most fun, when a particularly strong gust blew over him, and a flash of white caught the edge of his vision. Opportunity! Adventure! He turned just in time to see a strange deity he didn't know hide their face, their veil drifting towards him on the air. It settled gently just by his feet, and he watched the stranger peek out at its new resting place. He bent down and picked up the finely-made slip of fabric and turned it over in his hands. Glanced at the other deity. Glanced at the veil. Grinned and waved, gesturing as if to ask, 'Is this yours?' He inspected it in his hands.

Huh. Guess its purpose serves less like a face covering and more like a friend catcher now. He watched snow bubble up and swirl below his feet as he waited for the other deity to come over. Well, he certainly wasn't walking over, that was for sure. He had spent all morning working! And this poor god had lost it themselves, they could come rescue it. And then maybe he could make a new friend. Yes, that sounded like a good plan. His old friends were boring anyway, it was time to switch them out again. They were the second group he had hung out with this century, and they were all droll and uppity and less-move-more-talk sort of people. Exactly his least favorite kind of people. Why stand around chatting when there was infinite power and universes to be explored and tested? Things to learn, stuff to do!

 

[TYPE]

Oroforma had been reading in peace, his work slowly developing in complexity and content. Perhaps he needed to actually start with it. He was making all of these preparations, but would he ever actually start his great work? There was a kind of beauty in something perfect existing in a state of continual re-perfection. The moment it was set... then it would become past. It would just be another part of him. Which was exactly what he was about. He supposed. A deep sigh, a habit he had picked up from the mortals, before he straightened his tie, patting his book absentmindedly. A few moments later he placed his book down, just as a body bumped into him. The action seemed so ungraceful. The kind of strange phenomena one would assume plagued the lives of mortals... and not so much those of higher beings. He slowly rose his brow, his head turning toward the offending form, he saw a young looking deity. Had they met? He seemed nice enough. If a little dour.

His curiosity peaked, Oroforma stood from his chair, and started walking on behind the other. A small smirk growing on his face as the other shuffled along, looking towards his shoes. It was so... mortal. When he fell onto a seat, his shoulders hunched - the smirk became a full-on smile. Memories of his family. His friends... whom he had not seen in... it will have been years now. His mortal life. From before. Having a bench manifest opposite where the other sat, Oroforma gently sat down, facing Dystros. He fixed his cuffs, clearing his throat. It felt strange. He had not even really breathed in years, and now suddenly his throat itched. If only as part of his memories. "Excuse me? Really?" A deep chuckle. "I don't think I have ever heard a god apologise for something so meagre as a shove." Another chuckle. "Something the matter?"

 

[eliwantscake]

As Fehfer stood waiting, they found themselves regretting their choice not to make a move more quickly. Had they done the brave thing and gone immediately to retrieve their veil, they would have been able to leave quickly, likely without saying a word to anyone. They could already be back in one of their own Realms, where no other being would be able to try and interact with them. Instead, like a fool, they had hesitated, and they could do nothing but watch as another god picked up their precious veil. It was worse when the deity turned to face them, smiling, indirectly asking if the veil was theirs. They nodded, wondering if maybe the other deity would simply give them their veil back.

However, it seemed that they would not be so lucky. The masculine being clearly wasn't going to let them go that easily, and they knew that the only way that they were getting their belonging back was if they went and retrieved it themselves. Naturally, they thought long and hard about any other possible actions. The first idea that came to mind was that they could simply leave. They had an extensive collection of veils in one of their Realms, and could always get more. They were not highly attached to an item of clothing. However, they didn't want to lose one. Especially not this one. Still, they didn't like the look the other god was giving them. Oh, this was a difficult choice to make.

There was only one real option, though. Fehfer inhaled deeply through their nose, looking back to their veil in the hands of the stranger. Slowly, they moved forward, keeping their gaze on the ground. The stream of tears running down their face moved so quickly that it looked as though their was rain coming from their eyes. They stopped in front of the strange god, clearly tense and embarrassed. Why did existence do this to them, of all gods? Face bright red, they reached out, attempting to take the veil from the other being as quickly as possible so they might be able to leave the situation with as little interaction as possible.

 

[MaxiMal]

Finch watched as the crying god moved toward him. They seemed very unhappy about this interaction. Well, that doesn’t seem right. Who wouldn’t want to meet me? Finch took their outstretched hand and shook it, smiling graciously. He bent down- somehow they were even shorter than him- and wiped some of the tears from Fehfer’s cheeks. “Hi, I’m Finch. You lost this?” He held up the veil again.

“It’s gorgeous. Did you make it yourself?” He turned it so the lace caught the light and breathed out in wonder. The design, though simplistic, was truly beautiful. Something only a creative god could make, nothing a human would ever achieve. Clearly this stranger spent time designing these. “Do you have more of them?” If it wasn’t a one-time thing, maybe it also wasn’t the only thing this god designed.

Finch practically drooled at the thought, although he didn’t let it show. Imagine what this god could do! The potential! He might be over imagining again, and putting more meaning into a simple veil than there should be, but if he had placed his bets right... I’ve got to get this god to like me. I have to know.

 

[eliwantscake]

Ideally, in Fehfer's mind, the interaction between themselves and the other deity would be very brief. After all, all that needed to happen was the other god handing them their belonging. They were rather shocked when, instead of being given their veil, the deity shook their hand. As if this wasn't surprising enough, Finch, as he introduced himself, then reached for Fehfer's face, and the shorter beinag flinched slightly, nose twitching, as the god wiped away their tears. It was a pointless action; more tears quickly replaced the ones Finch had wiped off, their crying constant. However, they were more confused than sad.

Though they were extremely nervous about the situation, Fehfer couldn't help but feel somewhat proud of themselves when Finch complimented the veil, asking if they had made it. The things that they made were very important to them. To have someone compliment their veil was one thing that made interaction with a frighteningly friendly stranger bearable. They nodded at the questions, the answer to all of them being 'yes.' They had many veils, though this was one of their favorites. They held out their hand again, wondering if this time, the other god would actually return their belonging. After all, it wouldn't make sense for them to shake hands twice. Though they couldn't be sure of whether or not the other deity had been confused in the first place; he might have simply wanted to confuse them.