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Calm seas, a splash of amber with a dash of crimson across the sky, painted by a celestial orb ninety million miles away afforded a beauty unlike any other in Alessia's mind, and a perfect place to think and reminisce as evening gave way to night. It was a weird thing with the human mind, if a sound is regular yet unobtrusive to the ears and there is something to occupy the eyes, then the body will render itself inert while the mind ticks over and the subconscious comes out to play. At least, that was what it was like for her. After another day brimming of preparations and other matters that obligated the woman for interacting with fellow members, Alessia was in dire need for some solitude. Her usual spot was no longer an option as it was now utilised as a storage room, and despite her requisite for some tranquillity, she was not about to worm herself into some small space between the equipment. She had standards. But, aside from that room, the options were limited. Ever since the arrival of the constellations, the population inside this Stellaris quarter had near doubled. It was to be anticipated; the landing of the stars marked a historic event and proved the prophecy to ring true, but she could do without all this extra commotion around it.
Truth to be told, Alessia found herself to be conflicted about it in general. A part of her had hoped the day would never come, had hoped the prophecy would turn out to be false despite the evidence pointing the other way. Having the constellations here on earth meant that there was indeed something ominous brewing, that there was indeed a valid threat wreaking havoc in the heavens. It was worrisome in a way that it was still unknown what other dangers this threat fostered. If even the constellations were no match against it, what were the odds earth would emerge victorious from the battle? It was all frighteningly uncertain and she wholly blamed it on the adversity against clarity that all these prophecies seemed to have.. Seriously, would it hurt to specify what was going to happen? Or did every augury have to follow the schtick of ambiguity? It didn't help that constellations had been unhelpfully in a coma for the past three days either.
Alessia pressed her lips together to stifle a small laugh as a memory of their arrival resurfaced. At first, it was as impressive and grant as anyone could have possibly imagined; bright lights emitted from their galactic forms, before gradually dimming as the constellations adopted a human appearance. It was a sight worthy of admiration and awe - right until they dropped like flies to the ground. Panic rose among the Stellaris members, but their worries about death were quickly relieved by the sound of their heartbeats. After that, laughter filled the air, and half bemused, they helped the constellations inside.
But most of its humour had waded by now, and rightfully so. Time was not on their side and the more days that passed without the constellations waking up, the more difficult it would become to fulfil their duty as Stellaris. There was a flicker of doubt, a slight worry about it all. Even in the quiet of the night, in the peace of her own solitude, Alessia could not relax, her mind ablaze with questions and intrusive thoughts. What if months would pass without them waking up? Would it be too late? What consequences followed should they fail to succeed? The end of the world? Something even worse?
Ting! Ting! Ting !
Alessia jolted at the sound of her message notifications.
Ting ! Ting !
Slight annoyance bubbled up inside her. All she wanted was a moment in peace by herself, was that too much to ask?
TINGTINGTINGTING!
"Alright, alright!" she huffed, and grabbed her phone. It better not be Vladomir spamming the group chat with memes, again. It was strictly for professional use or emergencies and he knew that. Alessia looked down at her screen to skim through the messages while preparing another lecture on the utilisation of the group chat. But that didn't happen. Instead, her breath hitched, and Alessia had to double-check to ensure she had not imagined it. No. The text was crystal clear.
They were awake.
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Truth to be told, Alessia found herself to be conflicted about it in general. A part of her had hoped the day would never come, had hoped the prophecy would turn out to be false despite the evidence pointing the other way. Having the constellations here on earth meant that there was indeed something ominous brewing, that there was indeed a valid threat wreaking havoc in the heavens. It was worrisome in a way that it was still unknown what other dangers this threat fostered. If even the constellations were no match against it, what were the odds earth would emerge victorious from the battle? It was all frighteningly uncertain and she wholly blamed it on the adversity against clarity that all these prophecies seemed to have.. Seriously, would it hurt to specify what was going to happen? Or did every augury have to follow the schtick of ambiguity? It didn't help that constellations had been unhelpfully in a coma for the past three days either.
Alessia pressed her lips together to stifle a small laugh as a memory of their arrival resurfaced. At first, it was as impressive and grant as anyone could have possibly imagined; bright lights emitted from their galactic forms, before gradually dimming as the constellations adopted a human appearance. It was a sight worthy of admiration and awe - right until they dropped like flies to the ground. Panic rose among the Stellaris members, but their worries about death were quickly relieved by the sound of their heartbeats. After that, laughter filled the air, and half bemused, they helped the constellations inside.
But most of its humour had waded by now, and rightfully so. Time was not on their side and the more days that passed without the constellations waking up, the more difficult it would become to fulfil their duty as Stellaris. There was a flicker of doubt, a slight worry about it all. Even in the quiet of the night, in the peace of her own solitude, Alessia could not relax, her mind ablaze with questions and intrusive thoughts. What if months would pass without them waking up? Would it be too late? What consequences followed should they fail to succeed? The end of the world? Something even worse?
Ting! Ting! Ting !
Alessia jolted at the sound of her message notifications.
Ting ! Ting !
Slight annoyance bubbled up inside her. All she wanted was a moment in peace by herself, was that too much to ask?
TINGTINGTINGTING!
"Alright, alright!" she huffed, and grabbed her phone. It better not be Vladomir spamming the group chat with memes, again. It was strictly for professional use or emergencies and he knew that. Alessia looked down at her screen to skim through the messages while preparing another lecture on the utilisation of the group chat. But that didn't happen. Instead, her breath hitched, and Alessia had to double-check to ensure she had not imagined it. No. The text was crystal clear.
They were awake.
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Chris was within STELLARIS headquarters, sitting at his desk and typing away on his laptop. The scene from 3 days ago replayed itself in his head, the breathtaking arrival of the constellations soaring through the skies before falling to the ground unconscious. It had been thought they would wake up soon, but as time passed, the mood among the STELLARIS members grew more somber and worrisome. Had they lost the fight before the battle even began?
He wasn't excited by the arrival of the constellations' entrance nor was he disappointed and crestfallen when they didn't wake up, unlike most of his peers. This whole thing seemed like a fool's endeavor. He didn't believe in the prophecy mumbo jumbo about saving the world from darkness with the constellations, everything seemed so far-fetched, based upon the ludicrous predictions of astrologists. Yet... here he was, appointed to be the escort of one of the constellations. Letting out a deep sigh, Chris stopped typing, pulling his hands away from the keys of his laptop and closing it. Kyle, I wish you were here.
His eyes turned downcast and out of habit rather than a conscious effort, Chris groped for his cigarettes in his pants pocket and freed one from the box. His free hand found his lighter and lit the cigarette as the male inhaled the nicotine smoke before blowing out a large puff of smoke into the air. He swiveled in his chair, looking out the window of his office, looking somewhat lonely. Chris hadn't been a smoker before, but after his beloved brother's death, he took up the bad habit with zeal; it was the only thing that could make life bearable living when his heart ached and creaked with every breath.
When his phone began vibrating vigorously on his desk, the male was brought out of his trance, glancing at the lit up screen with slight irritation. The notification was simple, informing him that the constellations had awoken. Chris didn't rise from his seat, choosing to stay in his office and continue to smoke. I'll go after I finish this cigarette, he thought with reluctance.
He wasn't excited by the arrival of the constellations' entrance nor was he disappointed and crestfallen when they didn't wake up, unlike most of his peers. This whole thing seemed like a fool's endeavor. He didn't believe in the prophecy mumbo jumbo about saving the world from darkness with the constellations, everything seemed so far-fetched, based upon the ludicrous predictions of astrologists. Yet... here he was, appointed to be the escort of one of the constellations. Letting out a deep sigh, Chris stopped typing, pulling his hands away from the keys of his laptop and closing it. Kyle, I wish you were here.
His eyes turned downcast and out of habit rather than a conscious effort, Chris groped for his cigarettes in his pants pocket and freed one from the box. His free hand found his lighter and lit the cigarette as the male inhaled the nicotine smoke before blowing out a large puff of smoke into the air. He swiveled in his chair, looking out the window of his office, looking somewhat lonely. Chris hadn't been a smoker before, but after his beloved brother's death, he took up the bad habit with zeal; it was the only thing that could make life bearable living when his heart ached and creaked with every breath.
When his phone began vibrating vigorously on his desk, the male was brought out of his trance, glancing at the lit up screen with slight irritation. The notification was simple, informing him that the constellations had awoken. Chris didn't rise from his seat, choosing to stay in his office and continue to smoke. I'll go after I finish this cigarette, he thought with reluctance.
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[/div][div class=body][div class=scroll]clio had only one thought when she groggily awoke from her slumber. why the hell was this room so bright? it was all white, like whoever designed it decided they hated colour. why were all the lights on? what were they, twelve and scared of the dark? they were stars. the mattress underneath her was stiff and uncomfortable, and the blanket over her body was thin. god, what a downgrade. even stuffy space had softer beds than this. they'd definitely downgraded.
she glanced around the room, narrowing her eyes on the poor soul who'd been sent to watch her. he looked shell-shocked, though clio wrote it off as pure awe. she did, in fact, look like a goddess, and she was positive that her skin was glowing from her beauty rest. she was a star, actually, she always looked like she was glowing. [div class=dialogue]"what's your name?"[/div] he mumbled out a "jonathan", and clio rolled her eyes. she hated mumblers.
[div class=dialogue]"okay, jonathan. does your facility serve wine? or is the food here as mediocre as your interior design?"[/div] john seemed to struggle with that, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to avoid her sharp gaze. "we don't give alcohol here," he started. clio cut him off with an irritated noise, leaning back into the wall with a huff. terrible. just horrid. she eyed the stellaris member, wrinkling her nose at the uniform he was clad in. the superiors here had the absolute poorest taste.
her dress had crumpled (probably from all the manhandling she got to be put here), and she worked for all of two minutes smoothing the crinkles and combing out her long waves before she got bored. well, she was bored before, but now she was really feeling it. her gaze fell on jonathan again, and she shot him a smile, to which his cheeks turned pink. [div class=dialogue]"are you sure there's no wine here? i don't even need wine, really. i'm just so parched, and i could really go for a drink,"[/div] she paused, and fixed him with her best puppy-dog eyes, [div class=dialogue]"cider, maybe?"[/div]
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[/div][/div][div class=body][div class=scroll]clio had only one thought when she groggily awoke from her slumber. why the hell was this room so bright? it was all white, like whoever designed it decided they hated colour. why were all the lights on? what were they, twelve and scared of the dark? they were stars. the mattress underneath her was stiff and uncomfortable, and the blanket over her body was thin. god, what a downgrade. even stuffy space had softer beds than this. they'd definitely downgraded.
she glanced around the room, narrowing her eyes on the poor soul who'd been sent to watch her. he looked shell-shocked, though clio wrote it off as pure awe. she did, in fact, look like a goddess, and she was positive that her skin was glowing from her beauty rest. she was a star, actually, she always looked like she was glowing. [div class=dialogue]"what's your name?"[/div] he mumbled out a "jonathan", and clio rolled her eyes. she hated mumblers.
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her dress had crumpled (probably from all the manhandling she got to be put here), and she worked for all of two minutes smoothing the crinkles and combing out her long waves before she got bored. well, she was bored before, but now she was really feeling it. her gaze fell on jonathan again, and she shot him a smile, to which his cheeks turned pink. [div class=dialogue]"are you sure there's no wine here? i don't even need wine, really. i'm just so parched, and i could really go for a drink,"[/div] she paused, and fixed him with her best puppy-dog eyes, [div class=dialogue]"cider, maybe?"[/div]
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He extinguished the rest of his cigarette in the ash tray on his desk 20 minutes later, closing his eyes for a moment as if mediating before reopening them and standing up. Chris held in the groan that wanted to escape from his lips, sitting in the chair for so long hadn't helped with the flexibility of his muscles and getting up made them complain. Is this what it feels like to be old? A rare joking thought flashed across his mind before he brushed it away in favor of leaving his office.
Chris navigated the hallways of STELLARIS, at first seeming confident with his fast pace, but then less so as his steps slowed. The male hadn't often been in this wing of the headquarters and now that it had been appropriated for constellation use, he dreaded finding them familiar in a few weeks time. Finally, he reached the hallway where the constellations were residing and searched for the door labelled with the number 3. They hadn't known the names of the constellations and had no chance to ask them of theirs during their slumber so STELLARIS had assigned simple numbers to differentiate between each constellation's room.
Giving a light knock on the door before entering, the male intruded into the room without waiting for a "come in" response. He almost bumped into Jonathan, a STELLARIS member that had been tasked with keeping an eye on things. Judging from his position of reaching for the doorknob, the guy was probably just about to leave the room so Chris moved out of his way and closer to the woman on the bed. "Hello. My name is Chris and I'm the STELLARIS member assigned to help get you situated on Earth," his tone was professional and calm. Observing the female, he found her to be inhumanly beautiful- but he supposed it made sense considering she wasn't exactly human; he didn't let her appearance faze him though, staring somewhat blandly into her eyes and waiting for some type of introduction on her part.
Chris navigated the hallways of STELLARIS, at first seeming confident with his fast pace, but then less so as his steps slowed. The male hadn't often been in this wing of the headquarters and now that it had been appropriated for constellation use, he dreaded finding them familiar in a few weeks time. Finally, he reached the hallway where the constellations were residing and searched for the door labelled with the number 3. They hadn't known the names of the constellations and had no chance to ask them of theirs during their slumber so STELLARIS had assigned simple numbers to differentiate between each constellation's room.
Giving a light knock on the door before entering, the male intruded into the room without waiting for a "come in" response. He almost bumped into Jonathan, a STELLARIS member that had been tasked with keeping an eye on things. Judging from his position of reaching for the doorknob, the guy was probably just about to leave the room so Chris moved out of his way and closer to the woman on the bed. "Hello. My name is Chris and I'm the STELLARIS member assigned to help get you situated on Earth," his tone was professional and calm. Observing the female, he found her to be inhumanly beautiful- but he supposed it made sense considering she wasn't exactly human; he didn't let her appearance faze him though, staring somewhat blandly into her eyes and waiting for some type of introduction on her part.
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[div class=title]apollo alazoneía ; scorpius[/div]
[div class=quote]❝ I will be on top. ❞[/div]
[div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Scorpius - or Apollo, as he would now be known - was having the most fantastic of dreams. He was chasing his arch nemesis, his rival, the bane of his existence in the heavens, Orion, as he appeared in Greek myths. Apollo himself had taken the form of a huge scorpion, his tail pulsing with venom that ached to poison the archer. Oh, how fearful he was... how scared of his power. It was beautiful...
Apollo woke up. He didn't want to, but he did. This must've been the curse of a human body - waking up when you didn't want to. With a groan, he lifted his head to survey where he was. He was in a bed, sprawled on his stomach. His limbs were thrown haphazardly across the mattress, the sheets and blankets tangled in the melee. His clothes were slightly rumpled, but that was to be expected. Glancing down, he realized he looked quite attractive, by human standards. He still preferred exoskeletons and more legs, but that was a different story.
He rolled off the bed - literally rolled and winced at the lance of pain that went through his back as he landed. "Damn." Sitting up, he ran a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair. "Guess I better find out where I am." It hadn't occurred to him that the room was empty - shouldn't someone be watching for him to be awake? The lights were bright, but he didn't mind those, either. Probably the Scorpion in him.
Just as he stood up, a human entered the room. Her eyes widened, and she was drying off her hands on a paper towel. She had gone to pee. Humans and their weak bladders. Well, he certainly wasn't going to charm this woman - she was clearly too stupid for that. Instead, he gave her a wicked grin, one that told her he would definitely ruin her life if she didn't give him a straight answer. "Any idea where I can find Orion, love?"
Her knees knocked together as she shook her head. "Shame. Guess I'll go find him and smother him with a pillow myself." He shoved past her, ignoring her protests, and entered the hallway.
Oh, great. Numbered doors. No names. How was he supposed to kill his arch nemesis now?[/div][/div]
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[div class=tag]location[/div] a room in the stellaris facility
[div class=tag]interacts[/div] a young woman named Elliot.
[div class=tag]mentions[/div] the others, specifically
AnimeGenork
and
zippy
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[div class=tag]outfit[/div] eury-dice. (minus the guitar lol) [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Lyra- or rather, Eurydice, as she'd chosen to be called on Earth- awoke slowly, blinking at the bright light hanging above her. Groggy and disoriented, she raised a hand to block out the brightness and looked to her left, spotting a single person sitting in the room with her. She leaned up stiff and slow, gaining a startled jump from the young woman sitting next to her who must not've expected her to awaken yet. Eurydice paused, leaning back on her elbows as she took in the rest of the room- not that there was much to look at. A bit disappointed that the room she was in seemed to be limited to a simple, plain white box, she focused her eyes on the young woman again, who hadn't said anything yet. Eurydice furrowed her brow at the other's fearful expression. Swinging her legs over the edge of her bed, she did her best to muster a reassuring smile.
"Hello!" she said brightly, a bit taken aback by the sound of her own voice. It still was so strange- and exciting- to be human," I see you were tasked with watching over me? What's your name?"
"Mine is Lyr-" she cut herself off with a bit of a frown," well, I suppose you can call me Eurydice. It's lovely isn't it? I heard this absolutely charming story that you humans had attached to my constellation involving a woman named Eurydice and I was so flattered! I wish it didn't have quite such a morbid tone, but... anyway..."
Eurydice took a pause, realizing she had begun to ramble. Taking a deep breath, she turned her attention back to the young woman, who definitely seemed much more on the side of bemused than fearful now.
"My name's Elliot," the young woman said finally, earning another bright smile from Eurydice," it's good to see you awake, is there anything I can get you?"
Eurydice thought on this for a minute, noting that she felt a bit dehydrated. Being a human was going to be so different than being a star, and so far Eurydice was ecstatic that she got to experience it. No matter how strange some of the sensations of it were. Human bodies were so frail, she had only been asleep for perhaps a few hours and hers already needed fueling.
"I could use some liquid," she started, thinking for a moment about the name of what she was seeking," water, I believe you call it? Yes, water."
Elliot nodded, standing from where she had been sitting since Eurydice woke up. Pausing at the door before she opened it, she turned back to Eurydice.
"Please, stay here while I fetch some water, ok? We've got someone who will be in charge of getting you accustomed to Earth who will be here soon."
Eurydice nodded at her words, her hands fidgeting with the edge of the blanket that had been given to her. She was nervous, she supposed. Elliot left the room with a soft click of the door, and Eurydice immediately felt an urge to leave. She wouldn't- she'd been told not to- but she longed to find the others to be sure they were okay and that their mission could continue. Knowing how Scorpius and Orion had been the entire time before now, she was a bit anxious to not have someone between them in case anything... bad... happened. Eurydice let out a sigh and let her eyes wander around the room about her again, this time noticing a few more of its details. Nothing human made was completely perfect after all, and she loved that about them. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
[div class=tag]interacts[/div] a young woman named Elliot.
[div class=tag]mentions[/div] the others, specifically
AnimeGenork
and
zippy
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[div class=tag]outfit[/div] eury-dice. (minus the guitar lol) [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Lyra- or rather, Eurydice, as she'd chosen to be called on Earth- awoke slowly, blinking at the bright light hanging above her. Groggy and disoriented, she raised a hand to block out the brightness and looked to her left, spotting a single person sitting in the room with her. She leaned up stiff and slow, gaining a startled jump from the young woman sitting next to her who must not've expected her to awaken yet. Eurydice paused, leaning back on her elbows as she took in the rest of the room- not that there was much to look at. A bit disappointed that the room she was in seemed to be limited to a simple, plain white box, she focused her eyes on the young woman again, who hadn't said anything yet. Eurydice furrowed her brow at the other's fearful expression. Swinging her legs over the edge of her bed, she did her best to muster a reassuring smile.
"Hello!" she said brightly, a bit taken aback by the sound of her own voice. It still was so strange- and exciting- to be human," I see you were tasked with watching over me? What's your name?"
"Mine is Lyr-" she cut herself off with a bit of a frown," well, I suppose you can call me Eurydice. It's lovely isn't it? I heard this absolutely charming story that you humans had attached to my constellation involving a woman named Eurydice and I was so flattered! I wish it didn't have quite such a morbid tone, but... anyway..."
Eurydice took a pause, realizing she had begun to ramble. Taking a deep breath, she turned her attention back to the young woman, who definitely seemed much more on the side of bemused than fearful now.
"My name's Elliot," the young woman said finally, earning another bright smile from Eurydice," it's good to see you awake, is there anything I can get you?"
Eurydice thought on this for a minute, noting that she felt a bit dehydrated. Being a human was going to be so different than being a star, and so far Eurydice was ecstatic that she got to experience it. No matter how strange some of the sensations of it were. Human bodies were so frail, she had only been asleep for perhaps a few hours and hers already needed fueling.
"I could use some liquid," she started, thinking for a moment about the name of what she was seeking," water, I believe you call it? Yes, water."
Elliot nodded, standing from where she had been sitting since Eurydice woke up. Pausing at the door before she opened it, she turned back to Eurydice.
"Please, stay here while I fetch some water, ok? We've got someone who will be in charge of getting you accustomed to Earth who will be here soon."
Eurydice nodded at her words, her hands fidgeting with the edge of the blanket that had been given to her. She was nervous, she supposed. Elliot left the room with a soft click of the door, and Eurydice immediately felt an urge to leave. She wouldn't- she'd been told not to- but she longed to find the others to be sure they were okay and that their mission could continue. Knowing how Scorpius and Orion had been the entire time before now, she was a bit anxious to not have someone between them in case anything... bad... happened. Eurydice let out a sigh and let her eyes wander around the room about her again, this time noticing a few more of its details. Nothing human made was completely perfect after all, and she loved that about them. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫
The STELLARIS was always adamant about the existence of Greek gods and the legends. Vladomir in the other hand, thought that all that was nothing but gibberish. Of course, he never said it out loud. Until he had been assigned by his father to go on a mission to acquaint some constellation that was said to be greek deity. He was skeptical, yet as soon as he heard that these supernatural arrival on earth, he had been too excited and the doubts of the existence of Greek Gods had dispersed.
Vlad’s expectations might have been a tad bit too high. He couldn’t help but feel the slight disappointment to know that the deities immediately fell into a comatose state before they even had a glimpse of earth. It felt like forever, before the text on his mobile screen popped up while he was in the middle of an intense game of league of legends. However, Vlad nonchalantly decided that those Gods and Goddess could wait slightly longer. He needed a few more XP to get to the next level of his game.
As soon as he decided that he was done playing , he made his way down the halls of the STELLARIS building and towards the room where those deity were held. He started of briskly walking before escalating into a slow jog. The building was fairly large and he was late. However, as he turned a particularly narrow corner, he collided into the chest of a taller man.
AnimeGenork
. “My bad, bro.” He muttered. Vlad’s blue eyes met with the older man. Recognition crossed his face. “Hey. Aren’t you one of the deity dudes? Whatcha doing out here?” Vlad asked, his eyebrows raising inquisitively.
Vlad’s expectations might have been a tad bit too high. He couldn’t help but feel the slight disappointment to know that the deities immediately fell into a comatose state before they even had a glimpse of earth. It felt like forever, before the text on his mobile screen popped up while he was in the middle of an intense game of league of legends. However, Vlad nonchalantly decided that those Gods and Goddess could wait slightly longer. He needed a few more XP to get to the next level of his game.
As soon as he decided that he was done playing , he made his way down the halls of the STELLARIS building and towards the room where those deity were held. He started of briskly walking before escalating into a slow jog. The building was fairly large and he was late. However, as he turned a particularly narrow corner, he collided into the chest of a taller man.
AnimeGenork
. “My bad, bro.” He muttered. Vlad’s blue eyes met with the older man. Recognition crossed his face. “Hey. Aren’t you one of the deity dudes? Whatcha doing out here?” Vlad asked, his eyebrows raising inquisitively.
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JULIUS CARRIGAN - ORION
The offensive white of the room had to have been done intentionally. At least, Julius was growing certain of this fact the longer he lay still. Muddied green eyes stared at the ceiling as if challenging it. A classic game of chicken to determine who was going to flinch first. Many would see this as a silly feat. After all, a wall in this circumstance was an immovable object. But Julius was not merely a being forced to subscribe to the oppressive rules of the earth. He was Orion, the brightest and most beautiful of all the constellations. An unstoppable force. Of course, the age-old question had been answered centuries prior to this day. What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? The force obliterates the object. Orion’s murder was proof of that.
He blinked.
The reminder of Scorpius was enough to propel him out of bed, chest puffed out in a display of strength for… who exactly? A 360 degrees swivel on his heels revealed the room to be quite empty. Eerily empty in fact. Aside from the scantily decorated cot in the middle of the room, it was completely barren. The walls as well were completely uninterrupted except for a discrete camera in the southwest corner where the wall met the ceiling. He couldn’t recall if this was part of the plan or not. His memory was so scrambled that he wasn’t sure whether or not to feel in danger. After all, he knew the humans had a tendency to be hostile towards outsiders.
Eyelids fluttered closed and Julius exhaled slowly, welcoming the calm black that enveloped him. His attempt to organize his memory from the darkness met him with a barrage of bright colors. The colors swirled around, painting a sort of clever painting before his own eyes. Beautiful and breathtaking, it must have been the human brain’s attempt at making sense out of his earlier memories. His time as Orion. Though the show quickly came to a stop leaving nothing but the darkness again, and nothing of any use that answered any questions.
Julius stepped back over to the bed quickly, ripping the sheets from the bed in a short burst of aggravation. He was in the middle of wrestling them to the ground when a young man stepped into the room. Though a normal person may have been embarrassed by getting caught in this silly position, Julius was not in the least. In fact, he took it in stride, stretching out his arms in fabulous gesture. He spun grandly, and a smug smile tugged at his rosy lips.
“Er, hello. I’m here to-”
Julius was quick to cut off feeble man and instead launched into a semi-practiced speech.
“I am called Julius. My task on Earth is simple, yet noble indeed. I have sacrificed a great deal of personal power and comforts to do one thing. Save the universe from ever-present, impending doom. For with me, I bring an impenetrable light. At light which will force even the darkest evils from their pathetic little corners. They will tremble before me, and once evil has been vanquished you will all thank me for my great generosity.”
An uncomfortable silence followed Julius’ words, the young worker visibly confused by the nonsensical rambling that spilled from his lips. As the seconds ticked on Julius’ smile began to falter. The lack of a response disappointed him, and he wished that he’d saved the spill for a large audience. From what he’d seen of humans, they enjoyed great speeches. But this human seemed wholly unimpressed.
“I was just going to ask if you wanted a drink while you waited,” the worker said quietly, staring at his toes rather than making eye contact.
“Water,” Julius responded briskly. And with that Julius was left alone once more.
The offensive white of the room had to have been done intentionally. At least, Julius was growing certain of this fact the longer he lay still. Muddied green eyes stared at the ceiling as if challenging it. A classic game of chicken to determine who was going to flinch first. Many would see this as a silly feat. After all, a wall in this circumstance was an immovable object. But Julius was not merely a being forced to subscribe to the oppressive rules of the earth. He was Orion, the brightest and most beautiful of all the constellations. An unstoppable force. Of course, the age-old question had been answered centuries prior to this day. What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? The force obliterates the object. Orion’s murder was proof of that.
He blinked.
The reminder of Scorpius was enough to propel him out of bed, chest puffed out in a display of strength for… who exactly? A 360 degrees swivel on his heels revealed the room to be quite empty. Eerily empty in fact. Aside from the scantily decorated cot in the middle of the room, it was completely barren. The walls as well were completely uninterrupted except for a discrete camera in the southwest corner where the wall met the ceiling. He couldn’t recall if this was part of the plan or not. His memory was so scrambled that he wasn’t sure whether or not to feel in danger. After all, he knew the humans had a tendency to be hostile towards outsiders.
Eyelids fluttered closed and Julius exhaled slowly, welcoming the calm black that enveloped him. His attempt to organize his memory from the darkness met him with a barrage of bright colors. The colors swirled around, painting a sort of clever painting before his own eyes. Beautiful and breathtaking, it must have been the human brain’s attempt at making sense out of his earlier memories. His time as Orion. Though the show quickly came to a stop leaving nothing but the darkness again, and nothing of any use that answered any questions.
Julius stepped back over to the bed quickly, ripping the sheets from the bed in a short burst of aggravation. He was in the middle of wrestling them to the ground when a young man stepped into the room. Though a normal person may have been embarrassed by getting caught in this silly position, Julius was not in the least. In fact, he took it in stride, stretching out his arms in fabulous gesture. He spun grandly, and a smug smile tugged at his rosy lips.
“Er, hello. I’m here to-”
Julius was quick to cut off feeble man and instead launched into a semi-practiced speech.
“I am called Julius. My task on Earth is simple, yet noble indeed. I have sacrificed a great deal of personal power and comforts to do one thing. Save the universe from ever-present, impending doom. For with me, I bring an impenetrable light. At light which will force even the darkest evils from their pathetic little corners. They will tremble before me, and once evil has been vanquished you will all thank me for my great generosity.”
An uncomfortable silence followed Julius’ words, the young worker visibly confused by the nonsensical rambling that spilled from his lips. As the seconds ticked on Julius’ smile began to falter. The lack of a response disappointed him, and he wished that he’d saved the spill for a large audience. From what he’d seen of humans, they enjoyed great speeches. But this human seemed wholly unimpressed.
“I was just going to ask if you wanted a drink while you waited,” the worker said quietly, staring at his toes rather than making eye contact.
“Water,” Julius responded briskly. And with that Julius was left alone once more.
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[/div][div class=body][div class=scroll]she raised an eyebrow as a man stepped into the room, watching him step closer to her. jonathan took the opportunity to slip out, and she called out after him, [div class=dialogue]"return soon, jonathan! i need my drink."[/div] the door shut, and clio fixed her gaze on the new stranger. he looked... eh. she continued with her once-over as he introduced himself, and she wrinkled her nose. everything about him screamed boring, uptight. the kind that gives monotone "that was acceptable." compliments. even his gaze seemed blank; the eye contact was starting to feel creepy.
he'd gone silent for a while. did he expect her to introduce herself? shouldn't they already know who she was? horrible service, but she supposed she'd humour them just this once. [div class=dialogue]"pleased to make your acquaintance, carl. i am the constellation you humans call cassiopeia, but do address me as clio. c-l-i-o, don't spell it wrong anywhere."[/div] the more she looked at him, the more she felt like he was devoid of any sort of emotion. was his face paralysed by a poison? she was pretty sure that was a thing. [div class=dialogue]"i appreciate the eye contact but do you have to look so dead? you're in the presence of the most beautiful constellation. be more awed, or starstruck."[/div] she squinted at him, [div class=dialogue]"can you even smile?"[/div]
clio didn't wait for him to reply, breaking eye contact to examine her hands. she hadn't yet gotten a good look at the finer details of her beautiful body, she'd realised. [div class=dialogue]"so what does getting me 'situated on earth' entail, exactly? would that make you my..."[/div] she drew a circle in the air with a finger as she thought, [div class=dialogue]"ah, my maid? or was it a butler?"[/div] she was sure that was right. it sounded right, and she was never wrong, anyways.
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[/div][/div][div class=body][div class=scroll]she raised an eyebrow as a man stepped into the room, watching him step closer to her. jonathan took the opportunity to slip out, and she called out after him, [div class=dialogue]"return soon, jonathan! i need my drink."[/div] the door shut, and clio fixed her gaze on the new stranger. he looked... eh. she continued with her once-over as he introduced himself, and she wrinkled her nose. everything about him screamed boring, uptight. the kind that gives monotone "that was acceptable." compliments. even his gaze seemed blank; the eye contact was starting to feel creepy.
he'd gone silent for a while. did he expect her to introduce herself? shouldn't they already know who she was? horrible service, but she supposed she'd humour them just this once. [div class=dialogue]"pleased to make your acquaintance, carl. i am the constellation you humans call cassiopeia, but do address me as clio. c-l-i-o, don't spell it wrong anywhere."[/div] the more she looked at him, the more she felt like he was devoid of any sort of emotion. was his face paralysed by a poison? she was pretty sure that was a thing. [div class=dialogue]"i appreciate the eye contact but do you have to look so dead? you're in the presence of the most beautiful constellation. be more awed, or starstruck."[/div] she squinted at him, [div class=dialogue]"can you even smile?"[/div]
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Alessia had briefly entertained the notion that it was a prank, her inherent scepticism calling bluff by the haphazardness of the message. Was it another of Vladomir’s antics at play? She wouldn’t set it above him – but then again…. Would he really? The years of dedication his family accorded to STELLARIS spoke for itself, it wouldn’t be wrong to believe – to hope - that his parents and foregoers’ devotion had rubbed off on the young male. Vladomir had yet to prove his competences in her eyes, but his adolescent vehemence concerning, well, most things in life garnered some credence. Trust that, despite his hellion exterior, even he would not make light of such a situation.
Was it her own eyes that played foolery then? Alessa was not in denial, just…. conscientious. There were only a few emotions worse than disappointment, so such a circumstance was best avoided entirely if possible. But her doubts were quickly parried when checking the message for a third time. No optic change in the words, no following message that said ‘’Oops, false alarm!” It was all verified.
And somehow, that made her anxious.
Don’t mistake her. The awakening of the constellations was excellent news, one that should be celebrated instead of dreaded. Yet, there was a small trickle of worry about… everything. The news prompted a reminder, a recap about all that had transpired the last years, and along with that, a sense of foreboding. For a mission with stakes this high, there were a lot of [unaccounted] variables in the equation that could undermine their advances. A million scenarios of failure. A million ways this all could go very wrong. But Alessia could think herself in circles, right until she falls into a rabbit-hole of self-impairment, and she recognizes that. It was a thin line that bordered the realms of pessimism and self-sabotage, and a blurry one at that. She had to shake her head, tuck these thoughts away before they could become a self-fulfilling prophecy, and betone. Set priorities. First, meeting her assigned constellation.
Ah, right. Her constellation.
It was sure to be an anticipation. Alessia would lie if she said to not have conducted any research beforehand, having become very familiar with his myth, but truth was, it didn’t help her discerning his actual persona. Words were easy to twist, certain elements easily exaggerated for theatrical purposes. He could very well be the kindest soul of them all or the embodiment of hubris. It was a hit or miss. Either way, a meeting was in order to solve the mystery. So, Alessia rose up from her spot, brushed off any dirt, and headed back to the quarters.
The building that made up the quarters of STELLARIS was located in a remote area, surrounded by a myriad of greenery. You would most likely not be able to find it unless you knew the coordinates. Its wooden colour palette lent the building a blending effect against the backdrop of trees, save for the large windows that characterized each side.
Inside, a welding of black, white and blue took place. An unequivocal contrast, and one might even dare call `aesthetically unpleasing’. But it was home. And in Alessia’s regard, charming in its own idiosyncratic way.
Alessia walked into the wing where the constellations were situated. Her heart rate was faster than she’d like for it to be, a wave of uninvited nerves washing over her as she reached the room. This was it, the moment of anticipation. She released a breath of air and ousted the nerves from her system – or at least tried to – before politely knocking on the open door and taking a step inside.
“ Hello, Orion.” she greeted while walking further into the room. Her eyes travelled across his features. He was unmistakenly good-looking, but she long figured that was a prevalent trait amongst the constellations. They were stars taking a human form after all. “ I am glad to have you awake. My name’s Alessia Carter and I am assigned to help you get your bearings here on earth.” Alessia has never been a person for small-talk, finding it idle and a waste of precious time. Not skipping a beat, she continued. “ Speaking of which, this is your first time here on earth, correct? Have you already selected a human name to go by? Orion can do, but it is favourable to have an alias more….common. We don't wish to rouse any unwanted attention.“
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Was it her own eyes that played foolery then? Alessa was not in denial, just…. conscientious. There were only a few emotions worse than disappointment, so such a circumstance was best avoided entirely if possible. But her doubts were quickly parried when checking the message for a third time. No optic change in the words, no following message that said ‘’Oops, false alarm!” It was all verified.
And somehow, that made her anxious.
Don’t mistake her. The awakening of the constellations was excellent news, one that should be celebrated instead of dreaded. Yet, there was a small trickle of worry about… everything. The news prompted a reminder, a recap about all that had transpired the last years, and along with that, a sense of foreboding. For a mission with stakes this high, there were a lot of [unaccounted] variables in the equation that could undermine their advances. A million scenarios of failure. A million ways this all could go very wrong. But Alessia could think herself in circles, right until she falls into a rabbit-hole of self-impairment, and she recognizes that. It was a thin line that bordered the realms of pessimism and self-sabotage, and a blurry one at that. She had to shake her head, tuck these thoughts away before they could become a self-fulfilling prophecy, and betone. Set priorities. First, meeting her assigned constellation.
Ah, right. Her constellation.
It was sure to be an anticipation. Alessia would lie if she said to not have conducted any research beforehand, having become very familiar with his myth, but truth was, it didn’t help her discerning his actual persona. Words were easy to twist, certain elements easily exaggerated for theatrical purposes. He could very well be the kindest soul of them all or the embodiment of hubris. It was a hit or miss. Either way, a meeting was in order to solve the mystery. So, Alessia rose up from her spot, brushed off any dirt, and headed back to the quarters.
The building that made up the quarters of STELLARIS was located in a remote area, surrounded by a myriad of greenery. You would most likely not be able to find it unless you knew the coordinates. Its wooden colour palette lent the building a blending effect against the backdrop of trees, save for the large windows that characterized each side.
Inside, a welding of black, white and blue took place. An unequivocal contrast, and one might even dare call `aesthetically unpleasing’. But it was home. And in Alessia’s regard, charming in its own idiosyncratic way.
Alessia walked into the wing where the constellations were situated. Her heart rate was faster than she’d like for it to be, a wave of uninvited nerves washing over her as she reached the room. This was it, the moment of anticipation. She released a breath of air and ousted the nerves from her system – or at least tried to – before politely knocking on the open door and taking a step inside.
“ Hello, Orion.” she greeted while walking further into the room. Her eyes travelled across his features. He was unmistakenly good-looking, but she long figured that was a prevalent trait amongst the constellations. They were stars taking a human form after all. “ I am glad to have you awake. My name’s Alessia Carter and I am assigned to help you get your bearings here on earth.” Alessia has never been a person for small-talk, finding it idle and a waste of precious time. Not skipping a beat, she continued. “ Speaking of which, this is your first time here on earth, correct? Have you already selected a human name to go by? Orion can do, but it is favourable to have an alias more….common. We don't wish to rouse any unwanted attention.“
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[div class=title]apollo alazoneía ; scorpius[/div]
[div class=quote]❝ I will be on top. ❞[/div]
[div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Apollo raised his eyebrow as a shorter human male bumped into him after rounding a corner. Who did this guy think he was, a wall you could slam yourself into? (Humans did that a lot, didn't they?) His face morphed into a scowl, and he nearly let out a hiss as the man gave him a lackluster apology. "Yes, it is your bad." Crossing his arms, he spat, "I am no deity, though I have adopted the name of one of those of Greek legend. I am a constellation, one who roams the stars for all eternity, watching as you humans destroy your planet without a care. Scorpions have long suffered scorn from you creatures, and I couldn't give a damn about you." He stepped away from the offender, thoroughly done with his admittedly confusing lecture. "As for why I'm out here, I'm off to find one of my fellows who, now that he is mortal, will be so much easier to kill. Horrendous day to you."
Turning away from the man, and thus refusing to speak with him any longer, he scanned the doors one by one. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a woman enter a door, and he figured he might as well try that room first. She had to be visiting one of his fellows, right?
He crept up to the door and hovered outside it, pressing himself against the wall. Hearing his arch nemesis's name, he grinned wickedly. Finally. As soon as this woman left the room, it would finally be his time. He'd been waiting for this moment for centuries, for eternity.
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Millennial Dragon
Riou
From the way she looked at him, Chris could tell she wasn't exactly pleased- not that he cared. As she called him the wrong name in her introduction, the corner of his lips twitched downwards for a brief second. Clearly, beauty didn't equal courtesy, he thought to himself with slight annoyance, wondering why he had to be the one who got stuck with the 'pompous princess' constellation. This was a job though, and you didn't have to like a job to do it. "My apologies, Miss Claire. I neglected taking acting classes in high school so I doubt it'd look very believable if I tried to look in awe of your beauty," his voice now had a hint of sarcasm to it.
Letting her 'Can you even smile?' question remain unanswered, the male crossed his arms, watching as she fiddled with her hands for a moment before bombarding him with another question, this time it was one more relevant. "It means I help you get used to life on Earth and show you around-," and keep you out of trouble, he internally groaned at the thought, "-making me your guide." Chris corrected her terminology; she may have thought herself a princess, but he refused to acknowledge himself as a servant in her delusional mind.
Letting her 'Can you even smile?' question remain unanswered, the male crossed his arms, watching as she fiddled with her hands for a moment before bombarding him with another question, this time it was one more relevant. "It means I help you get used to life on Earth and show you around-," and keep you out of trouble, he internally groaned at the thought, "-making me your guide." Chris corrected her terminology; she may have thought herself a princess, but he refused to acknowledge himself as a servant in her delusional mind.
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