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

[The Void Ever Watching]

/VOID/
The Tarrasque was freed as the ice evaporated into nothing, and Zyr’abaoth returned to draconian shape. Black talons dug into the Tarrasque’s throat, and Zyr flew into the upper atmosphere.

Then He let go, aiming for a suitably large uninhabited island.

Amidst the darkening and increasingly misty or murky sea, a tall figure arouse surrounded in dark green oily mist seemingly twisting and turning in horrid shapes. It resembled a gigantic man that had equally enormous curved vile claws, a horned Kraken as its head, and lastly bore mighty draconian wings that seemed to cover the entire sky.

Then the fell cloud rose(toward the Tarrasque) with the crackling of foul lightning of sickening Dhar, as waves crashed and bouted as it trembled in its passing wake. The enormous weight(metaphysical presence) of this being drew to it the energies of the Cosmos(Warp), calling upon the bonds of Kindred that were beyond the World with vile chants that seeped into the dreams(minds) of mortals for many years at their volume. As it called to the Beyond Ond, that Lurks at the threshold of Reality and Unreality, Yog-Sothoth to save the great bestial Child of R'lyeh.

While beneath the waves more of that amorphous mist gathered forming into a similarly sized being, seeming like an exact copy that continued its rampage beneath the seas. It leading a vile host of monsters of the sea, ancient serpents from primordial days, legions of thralls and worshippers of the Old, and numerous beasts enchanted to service within the unearthly war host.

It was neigh impossible to tell which one was real, or not, but did that matter to the One of Old? No, as their understanding of reality was grander, the objective brought to the subjectiveness of its Observer. As only the Observer of the World can affirm what it truly is or isn't, that which lies unseen creates ambiguity and from that strength can be obtained. After all what grander sight lies beyond all but the Cosmos gazing back eternally, and its infinite unknowable boundaries?

 

[Selee-01]

Amidst the darkening and increasingly misty or murky sea, a tall figure arouse surrounded in dark green oily mist seemingly twisting and turning in horrid shapes. It resembled a gigantic man that had equally enormous curved vile claws, a horned kraken as its head, and lastly bore mighty draconian wings that seemed to cover the entire sky.

Then the fell cloud rose(toward the Tarrasque) with the crackling of foul lightning of sickening Dhar, as waves clashed and bouted as it trembled in its passing wake. The enormous weight(metaphysical presence) of this being drew to it the energies of the Cosmos(Warp), calling upon the bonds of Kindred that were beyond the World with vile chants that seeped into the dreams(minds) of mortals for many years at their volume. As it called to the Beyone Ond, that Lurks at the threshold of Reality and Unreality, Yog-Sothoth to save the great bestial Child of R'lyeh .

While beneath the waves more of that amorphous mist gathered forming into a similarly sized being, seeming like an exact copy that continued it's rampage beneath the seas. As it lead a vile host of monsters of the sea, ancient serpents from primordial days, legions of thralls and worshippers of the Old, and numerous beasts enchanted to service within the unearthly warhost.

It was neigh impossible to tell which one was real, or not, but did that matter to the One of Old? No, as their understanding of reality was grander, the objective brought to subjectiveness of its Observer. As only the Observer of the World can affirm what it truly is or isn't, that which lies unseen creates ambiguity and from that strength can be obtained. After all what grander sight lies beyond all but the Cosmos gazing back eternally, and its infinite unknowable boundaries?

Zyr’abaoth grabbed the Tarrasque by the throat, and threw it at the demigod with divine force.

 

[KolastoRPN]

Helsan Orders

Marel was nothing important in the Helsan Cult. He was a mere follower of the Goddess of the Corruption, a simple cultist that would obey her will. He would most likely become a Helsan Beast when he died, and for now he simply served his Goddess's Champion Sang in constructing a great palace on the Corrupted Islet. Until one night, after finally falling asleep after a long day of work, was greeted with a vision.

Venture to the remains of Port Royal, and search within the ashes. You will find an artifact of my power; the shards of a golden spike, torn to pieces from the sheer force of the Lightbringer's power. Gather the pieces, and bring them together. From there...their use is up to you.

Marel awoke, a grin on his face. He would soon vanish from the island, sailing his ship towards the remains of Port Royal. He would face many trials on the way, but against all odds he would survive and find the golden shards he saw from his vision. Crafting the remains into a golden dagger that glowed with corruptive power, he knew exactly what he was going to do. One final voyage, towards Empire lands. Once again, against all odds he would reach his goal, a city near the heart of the Empire's territory. Perhaps it was because there was only one person sneaking through that he made it so far.

In the end, he hid himself within the basement of a lavish house, and with a wild grin on his face, drove the Dagger into his chest.

And everything turned GOLD.

---

On the outskirts of that city, a young girl slept. A golden mist snuck into her home, and was breathed into her nose. Her eyes snapped open.

She had a sudden urge to do...something. Something big.

Later that night, she would break into a lavish house, whose owners and servants had mysteriously disappeared, and would invite several guests over; those she knew and those she didn't. A golden mist followed those invites, compelling the invitees to come to that house.

What would follow would be known the greatest party to ever be thrown.



There are no known survivors.

 

[Stikes]

“Oh good idea.” Joe lays down on an adjustable table and glances over to the master biomancers. “You nine pick up the limbs and begin the process alright?” He then shifts his attention to Kura. “Let’s do this.”

"Alright, let me see here..." The merchant god lines up Joe's scythe with his arm, then jerks back sharply. The limb falls to the ground. "Righty, that's one done."

Farmer Joe: Conversational
Joe pointed over to his television while his limb was getting chopped. Looking over to Kura, “Pretty cool show, right?”

As he moves to take off the god's other limbs, Kura squints at the screen. "The hell's that thing? Some kinda spying device?" He chops off Joe's leg, then moves to the other. "Also, what're those guys fighting for? Is that some demigod I didn't notice?

 

[Gravitys Momentum]

"Alright, let me see here..." The merchant god lines up Joe's scythe with his arm, then jerks back sharply. The limb falls to the ground. "Righty, that's one done."

As he moves to take off the god's other limbs, Kura squints at the screen. "The hell's that thing? Some kinda spying device?" He chops off Joe's leg, then moves to the other. "Also, what're those guys fighting for? Is that some demigod I didn't notice?

“It’s a television, some device that I’ve always had. I think they’re fighting some evil version of Inqui, just entertainment though.” Joe stretches out his other arm. “Chop this one off.”

 

[Space Buddha]

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Original The Character: Action 3
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Somewhere in the kingdom of Larion, specifically the residence of its King, Anubis considered his next course of action. Through his deeds the System Lord council and subsequently the entire doppleganger race had a land to call their own, and following the discreet elimination of those members of his race who held opposing views, its population had expanded to the point that almost all of Larion was held in the slimy fingers of the dopplegangers, indeed so many among its population were of his race that, on numerous occasions, his predecessors had ordered someone abducted and replaced when they were in fact already a doppleganger! Moreover, with the beholders overthrown now so few threats existed to his power, save for the ever-present possibility of a human uprising. Though, even that was fading as a possibility, as one might in fact say their lives had improved since the subtle conquest of their land. The corpulent and vile king who once ruled them now sat in a dungeon while Anubis wore his form, and given his own distaste for the decadent lifestyle of his host, so much more of the wealth had been redistributed among the underclass that even the most radical of witch-burning peasants may question the need to overthrow him should his identity be known. However, not all among his kind had been so careful to arrange such contingencies, some such as Osiris and Mot taking to the role of brutal taskmasters over slaves in the mines, Others still to the roles of crime lords or corrupt nobles within fiefs of his kingdom. Anubis considered the ramifications of what might happen, should one of these dopplegangers be slain and their identity revealed, a witch hunt followed by a purge no doubt resulting in the near-extinction of his race once more. To avoid this threat, many of his kind had personal guards, some being underlings of their own race, some being human mercenaries, aware of their nature but with no loyalty to kind or kingdom, only coin. Anubis held distinct distaste for these options, both being prone to betrayal and the latter holding immense consequences should a mercenary not be paid his fair sum. As he sat in his throne, pondering a solution, he began to pray, outwardly to Arceus, he whose faith was officially the state religion of Larion, but inwardly to his master, for an idea of some sort to protect his kind. Original heard this prayer, but himself was stumped for an idea at first. He had spent the last age largely within the hall of gods, reading history books in his own search for inspiration, and with this prayer, he was reminded of something he had read some time ago, a kingdom ruled by a demigod of sorts whose weakness was iron, he remembered this in particular as the description of the goddess who mothered this king filled him with glee for sometime after, confirming his suspicion that she was, in fact, the pantheon bicycle upon whom all shall be carried, and as such the continuous rejection of such a low-standard-baring harlot to his more carnal advances only confirms that she truly held love for him. Though another distinction of this tale was the apt similarity to the demigod king to beings known as changelings. The ability to resemble any who he pleased like a doppleganger, invulnerability to anything save for iron or magic, and the power to speak to nature itself. This led him on quite a rabbit hole investigating these creatures, memories of which flooded forth in response to his summons. He forwarded this idea to Anubis, who smiled on his throne in response to the inspiration. He would order his court mages to summon forth the Fae, and have them bring forth their changelings in exchange for an appropriate sacrifice, the beings would then be raised, altered and trained into a warrior caste of the Dopplegangers, a lesser race but still holding the same transformative abilities of their masters. Over the generations they would be selectively bred to favor their more mundane traits over their Fae ones, and given their myriad of weaknesses, it could be assured that this caste would always remain in service of their masters.



Meanwhile...


Tiamat:
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YINQUI ROTH:
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Ocaeril:
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MERYL:
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BlackCat-055 | CutieBoop | Celestial Speck

(Meryl's defense rolls: 2, 2, 14)
(Meryl Attack Roll: nat 1)

Yinqui couldn't quite rip out Meryl's eye, given that it was three times her normal size, however her sword-beam, striking simultaneously with Ocaeril's lightning definitely seems to have had an effect, sending Meryl sprawling in a mass of tendrils across the surface of the water, pulling ocaeril and tiamat along with her until the two had managed to break free. Ocaeril had relative ease in doing so, however Tiamat found that more tentacles simply wrapped around her draconic form as she expanded, constricting tighter than before and dealing further damage. Meanwhile, Meryl attempted to fire some sort of projectile as she was sent flying across the open sea, the attack appearing to be a kind of horizontal water-spout that fired sharks in all directions, however its inaccuracy led every shot to go far. Unfortunately, being shot in the face did not seem to deprive Meryl of her ability to deal out vicious mockery. Tanya, meanwhile, was strangely missing from the battlefield.

"OH WOW COULD YOU BE ANY MORE OF A WET CHEESEBALL? LOOK AT YOU. YOU'RE GLOWING LIKE TWO DRUNK AXIANS SUCKIN' EACHOTHER OFF AND THIS GUY? WHERE CAN I EVEN BEGIN? YOUR MOM IS A LIZARD WITH A BIRTH DEFECT AND YOUR FATHER LEFT YOU BECAUSE HE COULDN'T STAND WHAT A DRAMA-LOVING WEEB HE'D CONCIEVED. IF YOU'RE GONNA FIGHT AND BE A LITTLE BITCH ABOUT IT THAN FINE, BUT COME ON? NEXT YOU'LL BE MAKING OUT ON MY CORPSE IN FRONT OF YOUR MOM LIKE THE [CENSORED]S YOU ARE."

Meryl's voice seemed to falter as she insulted them, clearly, she is a lot more injured than she lets on.




Meanwhile...


Selee-01

The Void Ever Watching


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

Cthulhu
====================

The tarrasque, hurled at Cthulhu, goes wide and misses, landing in the sea and immediately diving before swimming away, and simultaneously creating a splash that no doubt would rock boats miles from here. Simultaneously, the clouds began to part, and Zyr'Abaoth beheld the orbed, betentacled visage of Yog-Sothoth, though it needn't do much as the Tarrasque had already been freed by Zyr's own poor aim, and as such simply watched.

 

[Selee-01]

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Original The Character: Action 3
____________________________________________________




Somewhere in the kingdom of Larion, specifically the residence of its King, Anubis considered his next course of action. Through his deeds the System Lord council and subsequently the entire doppleganger race had a land to call their own, and following the discreet elimination of those members of his race who held opposing views, its population had expanded to the point that almost all of Larion was held in the slimy fingers of the dopplegangers, indeed so many among its population were of his race that, on numerous occasions, his predecessors had ordered someone abducted and replaced when they were in fact already a doppleganger! Moreover, with the beholders overthrown now so few threats existed to his power, save for the ever-present possibility of a human uprising. Though, even that was fading as a possibility, as one might in fact say their lives had improved since the subtle conquest of their land. The corpulent and vile king who once ruled them now sat in a dungeon while Anubis wore his form, and given his own distaste for the decadent lifestyle of his host, so much more of the wealth had been redistributed among the underclass that even the most radical of witch-burning peasants may question the need to overthrow him should his identity be known. However, not all among his kind had been so careful to arrange such contingencies, some such as Osiris and Mot taking to the role of brutal taskmasters over slaves in the mines, Others still to the roles of crime lords or corrupt nobles within fiefs of his kingdom. Anubis considered the ramifications of what might happen, should one of these dopplegangers be slain and their identity revealed, a witch hunt followed by a purge no doubt resulting in the near-extinction of his race once more. To avoid this threat, many of his kind had personal guards, some being underlings of their own race, some being human mercenaries, aware of their nature but with no loyalty to kind or kingdom, only coin. Anubis held distinct distaste for these options, both being prone to betrayal and the latter holding immense consequences should a mercenary not be paid his fair sum. As he sat in his throne, pondering a solution, he began to pray, outwardly to Arceus, he whose faith was officially the state religion of Larion, but inwardly to his master, for an idea of some sort to protect his kind. Original heard this prayer, but himself was stumped for an idea at first. He had spent the last age largely within the hall of gods, reading history books in his own search for inspiration, and with this prayer, he was reminded of something he had read some time ago, a kingdom ruled by a demigod of sorts whose weakness was iron, he remembered this in particular as the description of the goddess who mothered this king filled him with glee for sometime after, confirming his suspicion that she was, in fact, the pantheon bicycle upon whom all shall be carried, and as such the continuous rejection of such a low-standard-baring harlot to his more carnal advances only confirms that she truly held love for him. Though another distinction of this tale was the apt similarity to the demigod king to beings known as changelings. The ability to resemble any who he pleased like a doppleganger, invulnerability to anything save for iron or magic, and the power to speak to nature itself. This led him on quite a rabbit hole investigating these creatures, memories of which flooded forth in response to his summons. He forwarded this idea to Anubis, who smiled on his throne in response to the inspiration. He would order his court mages to summon forth the Fae, and have them bring forth their changelings in exchange for an appropriate sacrifice, the beings would then be raised, altered and trained into a warrior caste of the Dopplegangers, a lesser race but still holding the same transformative abilities of their masters. Over the generations they would be selectively bred to favor their more mundane traits over their Fae ones, and given their myriad of weaknesses, it could be assured that this caste would always remain in service of their masters.



Meanwhile...


Tiamat:
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YINQUI ROTH:
==========================================================================================

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

MERYL:
==================================================

BlackCat-055 | CutieBoop | Celestial Speck

(Meryl's defense rolls: 2, 2, 14)
(Meryl Attack Roll: nat 1)

Yinqui couldn't quite rip out Meryl's eye, given that it was three times her normal size, however her sword-beam, striking simultaneously with Ocaeril's lightning definitely seems to have had an effect, sending Meryl sprawling in a mass of tendrils across the surface of the water, pulling ocaeril and tiamat along with her until the two had managed to break free. Ocaeril had relative ease in doing so, however Tiamat found that more tentacles simply wrapped around her draconic form as she expanded, constricting tighter than before and dealing further damage. Meanwhile, Meryl attempted to fire some sort of projectile as she was sent flying across the open sea, the attack appearing to be a kind of horizontal water-spout that fired sharks in all directions, however its inaccuracy led every shot to go far. Unfortunately, being shot in the face did not seem to deprive Meryl of her ability to deal out vicious mockery. Tanya, meanwhile, was strangely missing from the battlefield.

"OH WOW COULD YOU BE ANY MORE OF A WET CHEESEBALL? LOOK AT YOU. YOU'RE GLOWING LIKE TWO DRUNK AXIANS SUCKIN' EACHOTHER OFF AND THIS GUY? WHERE CAN I EVEN BEGIN? YOUR MOM IS A LIZARD WITH A BIRTH DEFECT AND YOUR FATHER LEFT YOU BECAUSE HE COULDN'T STAND WHAT A DRAMA-LOVING WEEB HE'D CONCIEVED. IF YOU'RE GONNA FIGHT AND BE A LITTLE BITCH ABOUT IT THAN FINE, BUT COME ON? NEXT YOU'LL BE MAKING OUT ON MY CORPSE IN FRONT OF YOUR MOM LIKE THE [CENSORED] YOU ARE."

Meryl's voice seemed to falter as she insulted them, clearly, she is a lot more injured than she lets on.




Meanwhile...


Selee-01

The Void Ever Watching


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

Cthulhu
====================

The tarrasque, hurled at Cthulhu, goes wide and misses, landing in the sea and immediately diving before swimming away, and simultaneously creating a splash that no doubt would rock boats miles from here. Simultaneously, the clouds began to part, and Zyr'Abaoth beheld the orbed, betentacled visage of Yog-Sothoth, though it needn't do much as the Tarrasque had already been freed by Zyr's own poor aim, and as such simply watched.

Zyr’abaoth transformed into His dragon form, and attempted to Void Cthulhu’s body.

 

[Celestial Speck]

"...Eh, you know what? This is boring. You're boring me."
​

Ocaeril seemed like he was gonna snap again. He seemed like he was gonna go apeshit again, and yet, he didn't. He simply looked at Meryl like she was lower than a bug-- and yet there was a hint of almost pity in his eyes, almost like he was looking at an aggressive hound that didn't know anything but battle. Like she was nothing. Ocaeril was giving Meryl his biggest insult imaginable-- the biggest insult imaginable to anyone, likely. Pity. Silent, and almost disappointed pity.

"I don't care about my past anymore. I don't care about Arceus. And yeah, I like dudes too. I'm not even sure what made me so angry. But you? You're just a demigoddess who forgot to take off the 'demi' in her name. You're just a parasite in my body that does nothing but leech out on others. And you know what? I feel bad for you. You can hide behind your insults all you want, but you're just one woman who has accomplished nothing in her life aside from petty insults."

Ocaeril rose his blade in his Susano'o form, Chakra suddenly wrapping around it even more-- an aura of both cutting water and Chakra around it-- fast as lightning, the air almost sounding like snapping rubber as he flew, he would drive his blade around the base of her neck-- not to cut her head off, but to cut her vocal cords. With the help of Medical Genjutsu which allowed to cut the insides of foes without cutting skin, his blade acting as focus, and the Gum Gum Fruit acting as support-- he would try and shut Meryl up.

"You're not evil, you're just sad. Stay quiet and fight like a proper divine."

 

[The Void Ever Watching]

Zyr’abaoth transformed into His dragon form, and attempted to Void Cthulhu’s body.

The oily clouds cloaked the visage of the Great Dreamer, as it spoke in dreaded forbidden tongues that channeled its might. As it's taloned hands tore open a portal of Ulgu(in the cloud) that the Great Old One dived into, dragging a great portion of the cloud with him. Which would reappear hundrends of feet behind the draconian Enity, and the remaining cloud not part of the Beyond One's manifestation became naught in existence. Leaving the obvious assumption of the Dreamer's physical death, and the apprent summoned Enity in front of it. It was uncertain how the Outer God would react to the 'death' of its Grandson, if at all given it's erudite nature and foreknowledge of things to be.
(Third repost, to get it right this time.)

 

[Stikes]

“It’s a television, some device that I’ve always had. I think they’re fighting some evil version of Inqui, just entertainment though.” Joe stretches out his other arm. “Chop this one off.”

"Right, right." Kura hacks off the other arm. "You wouldn't happen to know how to build the thing, eh? Seems like it'd be a might-fine product to put on the market." He poises to chop off Joe's last limb.

 

[Gravitys Momentum]

"Right, right." Kura hacks off the other arm. "You wouldn't happen to know how to build the thing, eh? Seems like it'd be a might-fine product to put on the market." He poises to chop off Joe's last limb.

“Man I have no idea. Probably something to do with radio signals.” Joe motions with his head to his left leg. “Alright now for the legs.”

 

[CutieBoop]

Space Buddha

"My chilldd is right. Your voice does not serrrvee any meaninggggg to combat. I do not think I willlll give you any cough medddicine when you are weakening." Tiamat scoffs at the more incoming insults soon to be weakening, and charges a water beam from her mouth. When Tiamat's fully charged, she intends to either aim at Meryl, or a part of the enemy 'mother' that would be the source of the tentacles constricting hard on her limbs. In the meanwhile, she absorbs more water to assume more growth as she charges said beam onto said targets. That's in hopes of being let free before she tries anything else.

 

[BlackCat-055]

Meanwhile...


Tiamat:
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YINQUI ROTH:
==========================================================================================

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

MERYL:
==================================================

@BlackCat-055 | @CutieBoop | @Celestial Speck

(Meryl's defense rolls: 2, 2, 14)
(Meryl Attack Roll: nat 1)

Yinqui couldn't quite rip out Meryl's eye, given that it was three times her normal size, however her sword-beam, striking simultaneously with Ocaeril's lightning definitely seems to have had an effect, sending Meryl sprawling in a mass of tendrils across the surface of the water, pulling ocaeril and tiamat along with her until the two had managed to break free. Ocaeril had relative ease in doing so, however Tiamat found that more tentacles simply wrapped around her draconic form as she expanded, constricting tighter than before and dealing further damage. Meanwhile, Meryl attempted to fire some sort of projectile as she was sent flying across the open sea, the attack appearing to be a kind of horizontal water-spout that fired sharks in all directions, however its inaccuracy led every shot to go far. Unfortunately, being shot in the face did not seem to deprive Meryl of her ability to deal out vicious mockery. Tanya, meanwhile, was strangely missing from the battlefield.

"OH WOW COULD YOU BE ANY MORE OF A WET CHEESEBALL? LOOK AT YOU. YOU'RE GLOWING LIKE TWO DRUNK AXIANS SUCKIN' EACHOTHER OFF AND THIS GUY? WHERE CAN I EVEN BEGIN? YOUR MOM IS A LIZARD WITH A BIRTH DEFECT AND YOUR FATHER LEFT YOU BECAUSE HE COULDN'T STAND WHAT A DRAMA-LOVING WEEB HE'D CONCIEVED. IF YOU'RE GONNA FIGHT AND BE A LITTLE BITCH ABOUT IT THAN FINE, BUT COME ON? NEXT YOU'LL BE MAKING OUT ON MY CORPSE IN FRONT OF YOUR MOM LIKE THE [CENSORED]S YOU ARE."

Meryl's voice seemed to falter as she insulted them, clearly, she is a lot more injured than she lets on.

Meanwhile Tanya looks on from the land alongside the servants.

"Uhh do we fight ma'am?"

Tanya looks back

"Wait till there's monsters, we're useless compared to a god, as much as I hate to admit it"

Tanya looked back

"You gods better make this work"


Then back to Inqui who then sighed as she flipped her sword and dashed as she attempted to stab out Meryl's eyes.

"Just shut up" her face was grim and stoic, as if she didn't care anymore "or else I'll just have to pity you more".

 

[Space Buddha]

• Meryl Fight
• Zyr VS Cthulhu&Yog-Sothoth

• 
  
  Tiamat:
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  YINQUI ROTH:
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  Ocaeril:
  ===================================================
  
  MERYL:
  ==================================================
  
  BlackCat-055 | CutieBoop | Celestial Speck
  
  (Meryl's defensive rolls = 1, 16, 1.)
  (Meryl's attack roll = 11)
  
  Ocaeril's blade most definitely seemed to have an effect, slicing the throat of Meryl as Yinqui likewise gouged out a pair of her eyes. Tiamat grew once more, this time loosing Meryl's hold and further disfiguring her with her beam attack, though, this time not directed at her face, rather, the blast burned away at what would seem to be an analogue to the sea-monster's crotch. Meryl once again let out an eldritch shriek, before crumpling over and falling into the sea. She is most definitely nearing her end, though Ocaeril would find his attack less than effective at silencing her. As she plunged into the sea, Meryl let out one final blast of scalding water toward Ocaeril, hurting a bit more than he would have hoped but not to any major extent.
  
  "SO YOU ARE MENTALLY CHALLENGED! CALLED IT. I SPEAK TELEPATHICALLY YOU RACOON-FACED BASTARD. AND OH WOW HE ACTUALLY ADMITTED IT, THAT'S PRETTY FUNNY, HEH, YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO GET YOURSELF A REAL MAN SOON! KILL ME AND YOUR WIFE BITES THE BIG ONE TOO, SO DO OUR SISTERS TOO I'D GUESS! SO GO ON! FINISH ME OFF AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS YOU MAN-BABY. OH AND BY THE WAY, THIS WAS ALL A DISTRACTION."
  
  As Meryl spoke with her dying breath, Yinqui could feel herself growing much, much weaker, as though she shared the pain inflicted on this abomination. Her link to the others may have been severed long ago, but with Meryl in this world she could feel it beginning to reform. It was unlikely that killing Meryl now would kill her, however, she felt almost certain that slaying this creature would result in the deaths of Aqua and Vell.
  
  
  Meanwhile, Tanya would not, in fact, be capable of addressing her soldiers on the land, as she herself along with her entire army would be seemingly engulfed in shadow as she spoke, pulled into limbo by an unseen force before beholding something greater, an immense avian entity, rising from violet clouds upon the edge of an ashen cliffside, the features of which soon offering Tanya the knowledge that she had been pulled into the realm of Zyr'Abaoth, though, this was most certainly not the dragon she beheld.
  
  
  Spoiler

  (Replace ori with tanya)
  

  
  
  "Hello, Daughter."
  
  
• 
  
  Selee-01 | The Void Ever Watching
  
  Yog-Sothoth
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  Zyr'Abaoth
  ================================================================================
  
  Cthulhu
  ???
  
  As Cthulhu attempted to step through the veil of reality, his existence was Voided by Zyr, which, from the perspective of the latter, made it seem as though Cthulhu faded away into blackness. From Cthulhu's perspective, however, nothing had changed, though known immediately to the all-knowing Yog-Sothoth was the nature of what had happened. Cthulhu had now been placed into a schrodinger's box-like state, neither existing, nor not existing, but simultaneously existing and not existing until observed, in which one would become the case. Schrodinger's Cthulhu would soon discover a near-limitless capacity to manipulate the world around him as long as he was not under observation, however when observed, he would either return to normal, or something else entirely could happen. Currently, Cthulhu existed in the warp, failing to rematerialize behind the dragon but otherwise unharmed despite his current state. Zyr was likewise unharmed.
  

 

[Celestial Speck]

• Meryl Fight
• Zyr VS Cthulhu&Yog-Sothoth

• 
  
  Tiamat:
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  YINQUI ROTH:
  ==========================================================================================
  
  Ocaeril:
  ===================================================
  
  MERYL:
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  BlackCat-055 | CutieBoop | Celestial Speck
  
  (Meryl's defensive rolls = 1, 16, 1.)
  (Meryl's attack roll = 11)
  
  Ocaeril's blade most definitely seemed to have an effect, slicing the throat of Meryl as Yinqui likewise gouged out a pair of her eyes. Tiamat grew once more, this time loosing Meryl's hold and further disfiguring her with her beam attack, though, this time not directed at her face, rather, the blast burned away at what would seem to be an analogue to the sea-monster's crotch. Meryl once again let out an eldritch shriek, before crumpling over and falling into the sea. She is most definitely nearing her end, though Ocaeril would find his attack less than effective at silencing her. As she plunged into the sea, Meryl let out one final blast of scalding water toward Ocaeril, hurting a bit more than he would have hoped but not to any major extent.
  
  "SO YOU ARE MENTALLY CHALLENGED! CALLED IT. I SPEAK TELEPATHICALLY YOU RACOON-FACED BASTARD. AND OH WOW HE ACTUALLY ADMITTED IT, THAT'S PRETTY FUNNY, HEH, YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO GET YOURSELF A REAL MAN SOON! KILL ME AND YOUR WIFE BITES THE BIG ONE TOO, SO DO OUR SISTERS TOO I'D GUESS! SO GO ON! FINISH ME OFF AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS YOU MAN-BABY. OH AND BY THE WAY, THIS WAS ALL A DISTRACTION."
  
  As Meryl spoke with her dying breath, Yinqui could feel herself growing much, much weaker, as though she shared the pain inflicted on this abomination. Her link to the others may have been severed long ago, but with Meryl in this world she could feel it beginning to reform. It was unlikely that killing Meryl now would kill her, however, she felt almost certain that slaying this creature would result in the deaths of Aqua and Vell.
  
  
  Meanwhile, Tanya would not, in fact, be capable of addressing her soldiers on the land, as she herself along with her entire army would be seemingly engulfed in shadow as she spoke, pulled into limbo by an unseen force before beholding something greater, an immense avian entity, rising from violet clouds upon the edge of an ashen cliffside, the features of which soon offering Tanya the knowledge that she had been pulled into the realm of Zyr'Abaoth, though, this was most certainly not the dragon she beheld.
  
  
  Spoiler

  (Replace ori with tanya)
  

  
  
  "Hello, Daughter."
  
  
• 
  
  Selee-01 | The Void Ever Watching
  
  Yog-Sothoth
  ======================================================================
  
  Zyr'Abaoth
  ================================================================================
  
  Cthulhu
  ???
  
  As Cthulhu attempted to step through the veil of reality, his existence was Voided by Zyr, which, from the perspective of the latter, made it seem as though Cthulhu faded away into blackness. From Cthulhu's perspective, however, nothing had changed, though known immediately to the all-knowing Yog-Sothoth was the nature of what had happened. Cthulhu had now been placed into a schrodinger's box-like state, neither existing, nor not existing, but simultaneously existing and not existing until observed, in which one would become the case. Schrodinger's Cthulhu would soon discover a near-limitless capacity to manipulate the world around him as long as he was not under observation, however when observed, he would either return to normal, or something else entirely could happen. Currently, Cthulhu existed in the warp, failing to rematerialize behind the dragon but otherwise unharmed despite his current state. Zyr was likewise unharmed.
  

...!

Tanya!

"Bastard...Fine...!"
​

Damn it, Tanya was in danger! How fucking stupid was he?! He slapped himself in the head, seemingly angry at his own stupidity. Tired of this own bitch's bullshit-- but certainly not ready to take a chance with her. If what she said was true, Inqui could die if he finished her here. As such, he couldn't take that chance. Ocaeril let go of his Susano'o form, before his Rinne-Sharingan, the eye between his eyes glowed strongly--

...as Meryl could suddenly see a bright red.

For a single moment, she could only see his eyes.

Izanami​

Her vision went hazy. Suddenly-- the world seemed smaller. The edges of her vision seemed to be foggy for a moment-- before everything seemingly went back to normal. She could soon see Ocaeril rushing towards her and attacking, scratching her face with a large, golden Chakra claw. Perhaps a tactic to make her lose her vision for a moment for him to attack? Hard to say. She would be able to react, and the battle seemed to continue onwards in a normal perspective-- Meryl mocking him, Ocaeril retreating and saying something to counter her words-- but soon, she would notice something odd.

In a certain moment in the fight, the same attack he did initially to her. Golden claw. Scratch in the face-- only difference the wound wasn't there anymore.

This repeated twice.

Then thrice.

All the meanwhile, she could feel the pain he was inflicting on her-- she could swim away, but he would keep attacking her. Even if she tried to run, she would find herself unable to. Occasionally, she might even find herself at the beginning of the fight-- Ocaeril saying the same things, over and over, and fighting alongside Tiamat, over and over. Mocking Inqui, attacking her-- and even death just meant the 'loop' beginning again. But even despite that-- she could still feel things. Her wounds always felt new. Her blood coming down always felt the same-- it was like the world was simply replaying that moment over and over again, almost in some sort of video, but she couldn't escape from it-- and was entirely aware.

All the meanwhile, unaware to her, on the other side of the world, the moon in this fake world inside her mind was bright red.

...In the real world, however, 2 seconds had passed.
​

Meryl had seemingly stopped moving-- the light in her eyes dulled, and she seemingly stood there like a doll-- not saying a single word. Soon-- Chakra chains wrapped themselves around her to stop movement in case she escaped, as Ocaeril stood there, the light in his Rinne-Sharingan dulled, as it closed itself-- seemingly needing to recharge.

Ocaeril gritted his teeth, and said a single word, as he double deuced Meryl.

"Silence, BRAND."​

 

[Selee-01]

• Meryl Fight
• Zyr VS Cthulhu&Yog-Sothoth

• 
  
  Tiamat:
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  YINQUI ROTH:
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  Ocaeril:
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  MERYL:
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  BlackCat-055 | CutieBoop | Celestial Speck
  
  (Meryl's defensive rolls = 1, 16, 1.)
  (Meryl's attack roll = 11)
  
  Ocaeril's blade most definitely seemed to have an effect, slicing the throat of Meryl as Yinqui likewise gouged out a pair of her eyes. Tiamat grew once more, this time loosing Meryl's hold and further disfiguring her with her beam attack, though, this time not directed at her face, rather, the blast burned away at what would seem to be an analogue to the sea-monster's crotch. Meryl once again let out an eldritch shriek, before crumpling over and falling into the sea. She is most definitely nearing her end, though Ocaeril would find his attack less than effective at silencing her. As she plunged into the sea, Meryl let out one final blast of scalding water toward Ocaeril, hurting a bit more than he would have hoped but not to any major extent.
  
  "SO YOU ARE MENTALLY CHALLENGED! CALLED IT. I SPEAK TELEPATHICALLY YOU RACOON-FACED BASTARD. AND OH WOW HE ACTUALLY ADMITTED IT, THAT'S PRETTY FUNNY, HEH, YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO GET YOURSELF A REAL MAN SOON! KILL ME AND YOUR WIFE BITES THE BIG ONE TOO, SO DO OUR SISTERS TOO I'D GUESS! SO GO ON! FINISH ME OFF AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS YOU MAN-BABY. OH AND BY THE WAY, THIS WAS ALL A DISTRACTION."
  
  As Meryl spoke with her dying breath, Yinqui could feel herself growing much, much weaker, as though she shared the pain inflicted on this abomination. Her link to the others may have been severed long ago, but with Meryl in this world she could feel it beginning to reform. It was unlikely that killing Meryl now would kill her, however, she felt almost certain that slaying this creature would result in the deaths of Aqua and Vell.
  
  
  Meanwhile, Tanya would not, in fact, be capable of addressing her soldiers on the land, as she herself along with her entire army would be seemingly engulfed in shadow as she spoke, pulled into limbo by an unseen force before beholding something greater, an immense avian entity, rising from violet clouds upon the edge of an ashen cliffside, the features of which soon offering Tanya the knowledge that she had been pulled into the realm of Zyr'Abaoth, though, this was most certainly not the dragon she beheld.
  
  
  Spoiler

  (Replace ori with tanya)
  

  
  
  "Hello, Daughter."
  
  
• 
  
  Selee-01 | The Void Ever Watching
  
  Yog-Sothoth
  ======================================================================
  
  Zyr'Abaoth
  ================================================================================
  
  Cthulhu
  ???
  
  As Cthulhu attempted to step through the veil of reality, his existence was Voided by Zyr, which, from the perspective of the latter, made it seem as though Cthulhu faded away into blackness. From Cthulhu's perspective, however, nothing had changed, though known immediately to the all-knowing Yog-Sothoth was the nature of what had happened. Cthulhu had now been placed into a schrodinger's box-like state, neither existing, nor not existing, but simultaneously existing and not existing until observed, in which one would become the case. Schrodinger's Cthulhu would soon discover a near-limitless capacity to manipulate the world around him as long as he was not under observation, however when observed, he would either return to normal, or something else entirely could happen. Currently, Cthulhu existed in the warp, failing to rematerialize behind the dragon but otherwise unharmed despite his current state. Zyr was likewise unharmed.
  

Zyr’abaoth hissed.
/LEAVE US, YOG-SOTHOTH/
/I AM GREATER THAN YOU/
/MY QUARREL IS WITH PUNY CTHULHU/
Zyr’abaoth then Voided the fact that he couldn’t see Cthulhu, forcing a resolution to the attack. He did this to confirm whether or not Cthulhu was still alive, knowing the trickery of the more eldritch gods.

 

[BlackCat-055]

As Meryl spoke with her dying breath, Yinqui could feel herself growing much, much weaker, as though she shared the pain inflicted on this abomination. Her link to the others may have been severed long ago, but with Meryl in this world she could feel it beginning to reform. It was unlikely that killing Meryl now would kill her, however, she felt almost certain that slaying this creature would result in the deaths of Aqua and Vell.

Inqui gasped as she felt the pain shared by the growing link with Meryl, she couldn't do much, the pain was too much, she could only say a few words as she fell the ground, doing her best not to fall unconscious.

"Don't...kil...h..er"

Then she fell unconscious

Meanwhile, Tanya would not, in fact, be capable of addressing her soldiers on the land, as she herself along with her entire army would be seemingly engulfed in shadow as she spoke, pulled into limbo by an unseen force before beholding something greater, an immense avian entity, rising from violet clouds upon the edge of an ashen cliffside, the features of which soon offering Tanya the knowledge that she had been pulled into the realm of Zyr'Abaoth, though, this was most certainly not the dragon she beheld.

Tanya's eyes widened before assuming a stoic face, albeit an alarmed one.

She looked straight at the eyes of the avian entity

"You're not my father, I can feel it, you're much as of a father to me as much as Meryl is, you're like her in fact"

She twirled her spear as she looked at the avian entity.

"Why are you here?"

 

[Celestial Speck]

Inqui gasped as she felt the pain shared by the growing link with Meryl, she couldn't do much, the pain was too much, she could only say a few words as she fell the ground, doing her best not to fall unconscious.

"Don't...kil...h..er"

Then she fell unconscious

Tanya's eyes widened before assuming a stoic face, albeit an alarmed one.

She looked straight at the eyes of the avian entity

"You're not my father, I can feel it, you're much as of a father to me as much as Meryl is, you're like her in fact"

She twirled her spear as she looked at the avian entity.

"Why are you here?"

As Inqui fell down, Ocaeril's rubbery body acted-- quickly stretching and extending himself, almost in a similar manner to her slimy self but more physical, he quickly grabbed Inqui and brought her close to him. His eyes, despite not burning with the spell he cast on Meryl, were wide open, almost as if they were. His teeth gritted themselves, as he put a free hand on his face, as a single tear came down one of his eyes...

Why. Why was this happening. Why were these gods trying to ruin the lives of his friends, family, and everyone else? What did that bring them?! They had chances to do better, to do things differently instead of the way they did-- and yet, and yet...! This fucking bitch abused Inqui, insulted his one and only mother, attacked sailors for no reason, and captured Tanya! All while with a dumb crooked smile on her damn face! Why?! What led them to do this?! How could someone be so far deep into their own insanity, their own sins, where they aren't able to back away from it!

Zyr, Meryl, Helsa...! He should just kill them already!

Ocaeril gasped. He placed his hand on his heart-- he almost fell over himself. He was hyperventilating.

He could feel it-- something deep inside of him was pulling his strings of hatred. He remembered Tanya's warning. He remembered her words-- and now, she was gone. Ocaeril gritted his teeth as more tears came down his face-- dropping onto Inqui's body. God damn it. God damn it. He couldn't take those words out of his mind. The words of that certain someone. 'You're not gods!' Why now of all places did he have to understand what he meant? Is this the cruelty given to gods? With divine power, did things like hatred, violence, and anger came so naturally? They were beings that could shape the world, destroy it if you will. And yet...

A cycle of hatred...

Ocaeril took a deep breath.

( CutieBoop Space Buddha Revan4221 )
​

...Slowly placing Inqui on top of Tiamat and giving the First Hero a kiss on her forehead, Ocaeril turned to his mother. His armor still on himself-- although slowly turning into its normal, resting form.

"Take her back to Camelot. Tell the highest in command after Tanya that she disappeared-- but don't let those news cross over beyond the ears of those who are important, please." His voice was full of pain and regret, but even so, he was able to give Tiamat's large form, more specifically-- her head, a small hug. "I...Love you, ma. I'm sorry if I do something dumb. We'll find Tanya. I promise. I won't go back on my word-- her life depends on it."

Soon--pulling the chains that held Meryl, Ocaeril send a message to Dialga, Palkia, Giratina, and Original.

All of you, I need your help.

...I found demigod. Not from this world.

She took a friend of mine.

And her partner will take more from us.

Please, this is my request as the planet...Please help me.

​

 

[Selee-01]

Meanwhile, Tanya would not, in fact, be capable of addressing her soldiers on the land, as she herself along with her entire army would be seemingly engulfed in shadow as she spoke, pulled into limbo by an unseen force before beholding something greater, an immense avian entity, rising from violet clouds upon the edge of an ashen cliffside, the features of which soon offering Tanya the knowledge that she had been pulled into the realm of Zyr'Abaoth, though, this was most certainly not the dragon she beheld.

Spoiler

(Replace ori with tanya)

"Hello, Daughter."

A shard of Zyr’abaoth arrived, due to the breach in the afterlife.
/WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY AFTERLIFE?/

 

[CutieBoop]

Space Buddha

Tiamat swam in silence, knowing the time will fade soon for Meryl. With the last words finishing, and that Ocaeril has confirmed the enemy trapped in a loop, she began to sing. "Laaahhh, Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh." (Rest now, your dreams will only bring consequences.) After this, the Imhullu glowed as she began to control some of the abyssal sea waters to becoming a spherical water prison. No, Tiamat may not really do the killing blow, but a prison, isolation or banishment will do just fine. She may attack, but even she has some mercy. It only felt more like a timeout for bad moms than anything.

... And she shrunk back to her normal size. Being back to 200 ft long and 20 ft wide, she sighed. This was not an easy task. And she had felt quite bad, even if the parenting really was that bad. And the children hurt-! She can only wish of adopting them, saving them from terrible conditions. It is the struggle of motherly instinct...

Celestial Speck BlackCat-055

She carried Inqui on her back, remaining solemn and silent. A low growl summed up her feelings about it, as well as confirmation of her mission. She forgives him. The best she can do is give a nuzzle of her muzzle to Ocaeril to return the hug. To that, she swam up to the surface, swimming until she got to Camelot. With coming onto land, she shifted to her physical-origin forme, shaking off some of the water from the sea trip by her wings, tail, hair, and whatever else she could while holding Inqui.

If only she can help Ocaeril later on...

The next step is to traverse Camelot, reach its castle, and ask for the highest in command, after Tanya. Deliver the news, but find the guards guarding the castle first. "Aaa, aaaah? Aaaa, aaaaaaahhhh." (Greetings, is the highest in command here? After Tanya, we return from our mission to give our news to them.) She'll hope the guards answer and lead her (and Yinqui) to them. There are several news to relay, and that Yinqui should be in some urgent care, given the damage from the fight.

 

[Stikes]

“Man I have no idea. Probably something to do with radio signals.” Joe motions with his head to his left leg. “Alright now for the legs.”

"Alright. I'll have to look into it." He lops off one leg, then the other. "Okay, so uh -" he turns to the biomancers "- just, do your thing, I guess?"

 

[Gravitys Momentum]

"Alright. I'll have to look into it." He lops off one leg, then the other. "Okay, so uh -" he turns to the biomancers "- just, do your thing, I guess?"

Farmer Joe: Action 2

"Thank you my friend, I shall call you again for our finale."

Joe began to tremble before letting out a groan. Plants emerged from his stumps and took on the shape of crude limbs, vegetables emerged. The biomancers took the limbs and lodged them into vats. Stubs began to emerge out of the stumps of the limbs and bodies began to form. First fetal then into a child form before turning into a replica of Joe. Each one taking an aspect of his with them, leaving Joe with his original Farming. As their bodies fully formed they emerged from the vats and were given robes. The biomancers quickly left the room after their task was complete. Joe began to recount his life and teach them how to be him. How to use their powers. How to rule. How to be kind. How to be human. He regaled them with the history of the world and his old. All of his memories he gave to them, ensuring that they would be suitable replacements for whenever he decided his end was near.

The four were given on the names of the seasons in alignment with their aspects. The one with Famine became Winter, Growth became Spring, Production became Summer and Harvest became Autumn.

To Spring he gave the task of overseeing the RSEIK and the Biome, ensuring that all things went well. To Summer, he gave the task of leading the Church in making his faith remain and so that his followers never waived into the wrong path. To remain strong even in his absence. Autumn was given the task of running the background to have their dirty hands as they harvested the lives of enemies, they would lead the Revelry as the admiral for the Western Union. Winter was trained to become the infiltrator, one who would spread chaos and death wherever they went, opposers of the Western Union would find their food stores gone as the living plague went and left. They would take on the titles of the Watchers.

Through those years of training them, Joe saw the fruits of his labor and he smiled solemnly. His legacy would be in good hands.

 

[Space Buddha]

• Dark Narus
• Original The Character

• 
  
  
  

  Tanya's eyes widened before assuming a stoic face, albeit an alarmed one.
  
  She looked straight at the eyes of the avian entity
  
  "You're not my father, I can feel it, you're much as of a father to me as much as Meryl is, you're like her in fact"
  
  She twirled her spear as she looked at the avian entity.
  
  "Why are you here?"

  
  

  A shard of Zyr’abaoth arrived, due to the breach in the afterlife.
  /WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY AFTERLIFE?/

  
  "Be silent, beast."
  
  The bird waved his wing, encasing himself and Tanya in what appeared to be a totally opaque sphere.
  
  
  "Ah, back to you. What you say is very true, I am not the same being you know as Narus, though, I would say I am a part of him, moreso than Meryl is of Aqua at the very least. As for why I am here, well, it's simple really. Your parents miss you, Tanya, and as such I was sent across the expanse to retrieve their daughter. Return with me to your world, bring your friends along with you if you like, I can even permanently link the two worlds should you wish to return here. Only a few years have passed in your world, you can return to how things were! Does that not sound wonderful?"
  
  Narus spoke with feigned sincerity, and very similar in fact to how tanya's parents addressed her in her... previous state. It would appear that this being does not know yet that Tanya's true nature has taken hold.
  
  
• 
  _________________________________________________________________________________
  Original The Character: Conversational
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  All of you, I need your help.
  
  ...I found demigod. Not from this world.
  
  She took a friend of mine.
  
  And her partner will take more from us.
  
  Please, this is my request as the planet...Please help me.

  
  Space seemed to pixellate behind Ocaeril as Original tap-danced onto the shore, twirling his hat and singing his newest creeper-song about Ickol. He tapped ocaeril on the shoulder to ensure he had gotten his attention, before raising up a letter that Ocaeril most definitely didn't write, and promptly throwing it aside.
  
  "Well hello again 'ole buddy-'ole pal! I got your telegram! So you havin' trouble with'a dame I see?"
  
  

 

[Celestial Speck]

• Dark Narus
• Original The Character

• 
  
  
  
  
  "Very true, I am not the same being you know as Narus, though, I would say I am a part of him, moreso than Meryl is of Aqua at the very least. As for why I am here, well, it's simple really. Your parents miss you, Tanya, and as such I was sent across the expanse to retrieve their daughter. Return with me to your world, bring your friends along with you if you like, I can even permanently link the two worlds should you wish to return here. Only a few years have passed in your world, you can return to how things were! Does that not sound wonderful?"
  
  Narus spoke with feigned sincerity, and very similar in fact to how tanya's parents addressed her in her... previous state. It would appear that this being does not know yet that Tanya's true nature has taken hold.
  
  
• 
  _________________________________________________________________________________
  Original The Character: Conversational
  _________________________________________________________________________________
  
  
  
  Space seemed to pixellate behind Ocaeril as Original tap-danced onto the shore, twirling his hat and singing his newest creeper-song about Ickol. He tapped ocaeril on the shoulder to ensure he had gotten his attention, before raising up a letter that Ocaeril most definitely didn't write, and promptly throwing it aside.
  
  "Well hello again 'ole buddy-'ole pal! I got your telegram! So you havin' trouble with'a dame I see?"
  
  

As Ocaeril stood above the skies, a good distance away from the Crystal Sphere surrounding his body/the world, he held an unconscious/technically charmed Meryl behind him, dragging her almost like a dog with his chains, that seemed to be completed around her body-- exiting off of Tiamat's Spherical watery prison. A sad smile appeared on his face as Original appeared, as Ocaeril wanted to give his friend a hug, but found himself unable to do so.

"Hi Original," He said, not with his usual warm and open tone. Almost neutral-- like a normal person. Which was perhaps...A bit worrisome. It wasn't unlike Ocaeril to act like this. "Yeah, man...It's...Ack. Sorry. It's not like me to be this way, but..." He seemed genuinely sorry he wasn't warm and playful like Original currently is. Perhaps his slightly dirtied clothes with battle marks and a bit of blood showed as such. "...They took a friend of mine, Original. They took-- Tanya. She's the leader of Camelot. And...One of my first friends when I was a kid." Perhaps, only perhaps Original could remember Tanya. She was a bit of an older friend of his before he met Original, or rather, actually started interacting with him.

"...The damn bi-- woman, she distracted us. Apparently mentally and physically scared Inqui too-- used herself as bait so her partner, a divine-like her, could take Tanya away. She said...Some pretty messed up shit, man. But that's not the point-- the point is, another divine we never heard of is causing havoc, and this girl is part of it. I called the creation trio-- at least two of them, and Giratina, to help me lock her away properly. I was thinking you could help, too-- since I trust you."

His words were genuine. Original was one of his oldest friends. This trust, principally for something like this, was something true.

"...I want to see if we can interrogate her while she's sealed. I thought you could help, somehow. And just...Help me figure what who these people are, what they're doing, why they want Tanya-- and if there's more."

 

[Churl]

Oh dear, it appeared someone was interfering in the dream lands. A most unwelcome someone, if she was tasting the power correctly, and all to bring suffering to some sea-worm. Hm.

Ickol thought about taunting the creature, but had second thoughts. She didn’t know how much awareness Ocaeril might have over this slice of dream, and she didn’t want to tip her hands too much just to irritate someone she wasn’t even sure was worth her time. But why not see if there is something worth her attention?

This was a dream that repeated circumstance, not the substance that was the dreamer. Of course, such clear rules only opened the door to her intervention. The female creature was repeating, yet this meant the first iteration of her mind to enter the cycle was being transferred. What of the other minds? Ickol smiled and concentrated as she cracked off a minuscule piece of the dream between her fingers and rolled it. Without looking at the marble-like object in her palm, she confidently lied. Not to Ocaeril or the creature, but to the dream itself.

In her hand she held a copy of a copy of a copy, a perfect replica of the mind of the being tortured, lacking power, of course. This wasn’t how Ocaeril’s spell worked, she knew. But facts were nothing. She pocketed the marble and slunk back into the dream lands. She’d wait, and perhaps review the memories in the marble later. And besides, she giggled to herself. If this woman proved boring, at least her screams would be fun.