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Maia: pokes strand hello…
Death has come for you... (A character chat for Death and some others. Join with whoever you want to, make sure they can handle it though!.)
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Lucitius: Watches Maia but speaks to Dūrus. An archangel named Radiant. Though, madness shall always follow me, whether I wish it or not. ‘Tis ingrained within mine bloodline, the nature of mine being.
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Dūrus: Now humanoid, speaking physically Well. I've heard of Radiant. Although, I'm sure there was another true deity involved, was there not?
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Lucitius: I cannot recall their name at the moment, yet aye.
On’nyosh: So, technically this god did it?
Lucitius: Rolls his eyes at On’nyosh. Radiant began the process. The deity completed it.
Goldergon: Had moved slightly, but remained silent
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Dūrus: Something to do with Quiet, yes? And Goldergon, come here. I need your opinion on this situation.
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Maia: playing with strand, wrapping and unwrapping it around her finger.
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Dūrus: Hey, Maia. Don't mess with the arcs. They are very capable of killing you. More so if I'm around. The possibility of someone dying is increased by a lot when I'm near.
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Maia: Ok. lets the arc go and got to a different one instead. proceeds to play with it
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Dūrus: Sighs, chuckles Okay, Maia.
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Iris: Runs a hand along a single arc, the colors changing as her hand touches it, going from electric blue to rose red to forest green and neon pink
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Wren: Merely reacts with the arcs when he touches them, his form flickering and shaking. He removes his hand soon Interesting how the arcs react to contact.
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Maia: oooh.
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Maia: reaches out and curls one into the shape of a hat and puts it on her head
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Wren: Laughs, makes a crown, puts it on Look, I'm shivering! He smiles broadly
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Dūrus: Laughs at Wren's antics Okay, that's enough of that. Give Lucitius his arcs back.
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Maia: Fine. Takes arc off her head and lets it go Bye Henry.
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(btw, maia is 11.)
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(Ah… smol young one then!)
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(very smol indeed)
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(I'm going to join the chat, Balance! Cus why not! And Vē'Êtherñøth is here, as always. I'll throw in another person, who's more innocent than her by a long shot. Lily is like, 10 or sumthin. Idk.)
Vē'Êtherñøth: Hello, small child!
Lily: Shyly M-me? N-no thank you…
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(That's fine! It's a character chat, you don't need to ask! Nobody does! I've removed that from ze rules already, so…)
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Lucitius: Watching the arcs thoughtfully, like a proud father watching his children play. They eventually retract and grow smaller, until they are barely more than hair-sized strands that crawl on his body.
On’nyosh: Electrical pets. That’s new.
Lucitius: Hums. Electricity has always treated me well.
On’nyosh: Shrugs, a bit lost.
Goldergon: Moves over to Dūrus, eyes flashing with eagerness. You need my assistance, Mentor?
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Dūrus: Yes, Apprentice. I need you to find where exactly I sent Falbahaddon and Avectus. I need to make sure they aren't taking mine job over elsewhere. And stealing kills from you. Would you do this for me? And if they are causing trouble, kill them.
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Goldergon: Grins. It shall be done, Mentor. Vanishes.
On’nyosh: That guy is an evil bastard.
Lucitius: A massive understatement. He is much worse than you can ever understand, jester. ‘Tis unsurprising that he serves Death, the individual, for he is obsessed with the concept of the ‘Art of Death’.
On’nyosh: So, basically a fucking mass murderer from hell.
Lucitius: Massive understatement.
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Dūrus: Good, Apprentice… and now, for you, On'nyosh. As I understand it, recently you came into contact with Everi Nyxan, or Nyx. He… ah… nearly killed you. Vē'Êtherñøth here decided you were worth turning into a god. Now, I don't know if you know this, but you were meant to die. Vē'Êtherñøth literally altered Fate. Altered my will. Somehow, she is that powerful. This is supposed to serve as a warning. Do not abuse this power…
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On’nyosh: Looks at Dūrus in shock. I’m… a god? Seriously? And… that’s fucked. That really is. Um… no promises on not abusing the, whatever the fuck, power I have. I’m spontaneous as fuck, but… I’ll try.
Lucitius: Groans. Looks at Dūrus. Tell me you lie, I beg you. To have this insufferable fool as a god would doom the multiverse.
On’nyosh: Well, fuck you too, Lizard Fuck.
Lucitius: Groans again.
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Wren: Nope… I sense no lies from Death. He speaks only truth.
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Lucitius: Groans a third time. And when the multiverse dies. Sighs.
On’nyosh: Still stunned. Well… cheer up, Lucitius. I’m simple, and I could care about politics. You can keep that shit. I’ll just lounge in a brothel until you destroy the multiverse.
Lucitius: Glares at On’nyosh.