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Post by hermes on Apr 8, 2009 23:52:44 GMT -5
Primus shrugged, stepping calmly out of the way as the serpent devoured its former comrade. If Zebedee wanted to ignore him for some reason, that was fine. Perhaps he simply hadn't heard him. He turned to look calmly at the beast as it mutated into some strange bastardization of a Hydra.
It had many nasty protrusions that he could see, many spikes besides, and rather thick armor. Overall it was a fairly nasty beast, with the universal weakness of all armored beasties.
Primus concentrated, teleporting up onto one of the heads, a sword forming in his hand. As the giant shook its head to dislodge him, turning its great eye upwards to look at him, he calmly and quickly stabbed his blade downwards.
There was a great shower of blood and viceral fluid as the eye drained, and the monster screamed its displeasure. It snapped Primus up in a moment, swallowing him whole.
A slow light seemed to glow within it, as he traveled down its throat. The creature turned gold as it fed of Primus' energy, flecked with silver around the edges of its armor. Suddenly it wasn't a terrifying beast, so much as a proud and noble animal.
However, even as it fed, and transformed, it slowly lost its aggression. Primus, as a god, was inherently neutral in his nature, and it was feeding on his nature, his essence.
Primus didn't really mind, besides the slimey goo, he had plenty of constitution to go around. The great serpent slowly laid its head down, as the filling meal took hold of it, and was soon snoring quite peacefully.
Primus teleported out to stand in front of its great, golden snout. He smiled, setting his hand against its golden muzzle. "There, you aren't so bad once you've been fed are you?" He smirked, then looked back at the others.
"Unless Poseidon continues to goad him, he shouldn't bother us anymore. However, this beast is as powerful as a dragon, and its proud. Be you and I both know a dragon isn't something that can do away with us anymore, not without significant backing. So either this is a distraction..." He said, turning back to the serpent. "Or its about to go through a metamorphasis we don't want to be around to see..."
Primus rubbed at his arm, where there were two giant fang marks. They'd broken the skin, barely, and golden blood flowed from the wound. He bit his lip, only the giants and the other gods had been able to hurt him before.
OOC: With Kevins Blessing this time around.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Apr 12, 2009 21:31:43 GMT -5
Al walked across the island, meeting up with Primus, smiling ear to ear. "Good job!" he said slapping his comrades back. "Now, I just am wondering why Poseidon would only send out an apparition of himself, and not show his true being."
Al held his hand up, a blue aura emanating from his palm, a little figure dancing around, kind of resembling a little sprite.
Al smiled, his eyes shimmering, "I see..." Al said, watching the sprite dance across his palm.
"It seems," Al said, the sprite bursting into water droplets, "That there is going to be a war... A large scale war at that..." Al lowered his hand, and put his halberd away, "Beyond that I know nothing"
OOC: Basically, characters deliberate, and try to guess what is going on... and then we will move on... I want some interaction.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 13, 2009 8:26:50 GMT -5
Yoshimitsu dropped down to ground level again, his weapon retracting back into a katana and his mask fading away as he strode towards Al. He watched his friend's interaction with the water figure, and listened to his enigmatic words.
"A large scale war, and Poseidon randomly attacking. If this is gonna be a war between Gods, we're gonna have some massive clean up duty to do afterwards," Yoshimitsu said. "What exactly can we do about it?"
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Post by Tout-Perd on Apr 19, 2009 21:33:31 GMT -5
"One moment-" Zebedee knelt, muttering a quick prayer of thanks. The lights around him began dimming, his garb fading back to its original colors. The halo drew back into a bead of light, and then flickered away. With a grunt, Zebedee jumped back to his feet again.
"I'm sorry about ignoring you earlier... Other things on my mind," Zebedee jerked a thumb towards the ocean with a frown. He gestured subtley with his head, drawing Primus aside.
"I don't really know about lodgings at our place. It has started getting pretty crowded again, with people coming back and all, but I think we might be able to work something out. Worst comes to worst..." Zebedee's countenance was quick to betray his lack of forethought.
"Well, Sly's got the whole lab down below, so he'd have some space there. Probably a cot or something. Six might have some room in his place too, if you could get in touch with him. He's been kinda... Eh, in and out as of late. Not quite with it, I guess."
"As for the star..." Zebedee extended a hand, glowing white for a moment. He whisked it through the air, dispersing the glow.
"I've learned how to use it to improve the efficiency of my feather by almost fifty percent. You probably saw how much more agressive it lets me be. But if you need it, I'm willing to let you prioritize it. It's not like I can't go back to the basics again," Zebedee said with a smile and a shrug. He stopped to think for a moment, and then went back to the other two.
"If there's a war amongst these so called 'gods', then it's our job not just to clean up, but to stop it outright. Everything has a clean cut solution, if you're willing to look hard enough at it. We just need to figure out whom, or what, is to blame, and then remedy the problem however we can. It's not like we're just little kids playing around. We have enough firepower that even supposedly immortal beings should be afraid of us," Zebedee clenched his fists.
Such bravado in those words... I hope that they don't pick up on it. I'm supposed to be the one here that gives the others hope, not the bearer of bad news. Politics amongst such beings are fickle and full of deep rooted grudges... If things really are escalating towards violence, this might be more than even our group could handle... Zebedee held his confident expression, his fists trembling ever so slightly.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 19, 2009 21:49:49 GMT -5
"You say there's a reason, Zebedee," Yoshimitsu said, inclining his head towards his friend. "And you say our job is more than just clean up duty. I don't think it's that simple. As much as I hope someone's just stirring up trouble with the Gods, if they go for a full on war, can we really deal with it?" Yoshimitsu rummaged through his pockets for a moment before producing a cigarette, inserting it into his mouth and lighting it with a flame from his finger.
"I hate to be pessimistic, but I don't much fancy fighting a God," Yoshimitsu said. "You just saw my new quirks, Zeb, and they weren't nearly strong enough to take on a God. I'm open to alternatives, if there are any."
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Post by hermes on Apr 19, 2009 21:58:42 GMT -5
Primus waved his hand at the thought of Zebedee's offer to return the star, "It is not I who need it, not do I wish it. However, if you run into a dead boy by the name of Prime, if you wish to help him, then give the star to him. You'll likely be surprised by what follows." He cast a careful look at the others, and then looked a Zebedee again, sensing a darkness in his mood.
Primus grabbed him by the shoulders, and maneuvered him gently so he was facing away from the others. "Sorry, just, the others can't see this." Primus said, looking for a moment into Zebedee's eye's. "You are the only one I know who should be able to withstand seeing me like this." A black bubble surrounded the two, cutting them off from the others view.
In a moment, Primus had turned golden, and then pure white. He was clearly no longer human, having no mouth or nose any longer. He had long, glowing hair, that stretched down to his feet, and the occasional bright blue marking on his body. He was naked, but had no sex, well muscled because that was how he saw himself. His eyes were whirling orbs of misty blue energy. When he spoke, his voice was like that heard at the end of the world.
I am sorry, Zebedee, it must be painful to see me like this. I was reborn as a God, and you need not fear to coming conflict as much as you do. I am no order or creator of the universe, but-
He quickly returned to his normal self, "But, newborn though I may be, its extremely hard for one god to kill another god. Nor anyone to kill a god at all. I can keep him occupied, if nessisary. If that time comes...don't hesitate. Destroy us both." He looked Zebedee in the eye's with earnest hope, "This is my home, toy of the Gods or not, I won't have it destroyed. Promise me you won't hesitate, should it become nessisary?"
OOC: A powerful display to be sure, normal people cannot stand to look at a God, so I didn't give the others a chance to do so. I'm, not godmodding here. Hell his last plea with Zebedee is enough evidence against that.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 20, 2009 19:52:05 GMT -5
OOC- LOL CONTINUITY CUT.
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Post by hermes on Apr 20, 2009 21:16:16 GMT -5
OOC - I specifically wrote that post so no character buy Lee would see or hear that conversation. The black bubble? Not gone yet.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 20, 2009 23:39:04 GMT -5
OOC- Well, don't you suck.
Edit- Wait, Yoshi knows Primus anyway >.> At least I think he does.
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Post by hermes on Apr 21, 2009 1:39:35 GMT -5
OOC- Currently, no one can remember Prime at all. Primus here is the human half, which you can remember, but Yoshi has only met the other half.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 21, 2009 2:26:05 GMT -5
OOC- I thought Yoshi had met both?
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Post by hermes on Apr 21, 2009 2:31:54 GMT -5
OOC- No, at both points that Yoshi met Prime, the human and god halves were seperate. In fact, the Human half has been seperate for a while now.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 21, 2009 5:31:21 GMT -5
OOC- Yes I know, but, I thought Yoshi knew them both.
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Post by hermes on Apr 21, 2009 14:34:15 GMT -5
OOC - Nope, only the godlike half.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 21, 2009 15:01:33 GMT -5
OOC- Well, fuck me sideways, coulda sworn he knew normal Prime.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Apr 21, 2009 22:27:28 GMT -5
Al cleared his throat, fortifying his appearance within the group. “A full scale war between the Gods is not something that we can handle, nor do we even want to attempt it…” Al grimly looked into his palms, “We can stop it, prevent it, at least for a while, but the truth is, is if the Gods want to war with each other, then we cannot stop there brute force.” He shook his head, his shoulders burdened with bad news, “Poseidon, earlier that was only a fraction of his mighty power. We only fought a small duplicate which he had created in his image; he could have sent dozens of them.”
Al sat down in the grass, leaning backwards, and embraced the sunlight beating down, from the now blue skies. The warmth of the sun was refreshing, and Al took a deep breath of the salty sea air. “What do you do, to figure out what has caused such a ruckus between immortal beings?”
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Post by Tout-Perd on Apr 21, 2009 23:44:29 GMT -5
Zebedee nodded grimly as the light enveloped them, but kept his gaze locked with the blazing eyes of Primus. He felt blood begin to trickle from the healed wounds on his wrists, not as intense as it used to, but still happening. His skin, already tender from the burning holy flame he had cloaked himself in, now felt as if he were standing in front of an oven.
He raised a fist in response, a line of light drawing itself from elbow to beyond the tip of his hand.
"I've got a blade here that you already know is designed exactly for such things. I'm not sure of exactly how well it could work, but if the time comes, I'm willing to use it as needed," Zebedee let the light fade instead of summoning the holy sword. Merely holding it would be enough to burn his arm, and right now, that was the last thing that he needed. The last of the glow faded into feathery wisps that in turn flickered away. He pushed his glasses back into place, and nodded grimly to Primus. He then stepped back to a position beside Al, taking cover slightly behind his much taller friend to wipe the blood from his wrists.
"Dozens? Oh... My. If that's the case, well, I must've gauged wrong. I was thinking we were fighting a decent portion of his might, in the least-" Zebedee began to say, and stopped to spit on his fingers. He continued trying to clean the crimson stains, frowning slightly.
"There's- Always- Some- Trickster," Zebedee said, each word growing rougher as the vigor of his efforts increased. He stopped with a sigh, and held up his hands, showing the bloody mess to the others.
"Sorry... It's just, you know. These had been healing nicely, but with all the divinity getting thrown around today, well... You see. Looks like I was karate chopping overripe tomatoes."
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Post by hermes on Apr 22, 2009 1:01:18 GMT -5
"There, at last, something I can actually effectively do something about." Primus said, stepping forward with a small knife suddenly in his hand. He made a small cut in his finger, and a small drop of his blood slowly extracted itself to float upon the air. It slightly seperated into a light mist, and covered Zebedee's body. The man's wounds closed up, and the burns quickly subsided.
"A useful side effect of a gods blood, rapid regeneration. Though a heavy dose, like bringing someone back from the brink of death, tends to have side effects to go along with it." He noticed a sharp look on Zebedee's face, and shook his head. "Don't worry, that drop won't have any effect on you, besides perhaps making you giddy for the next hour. Think of it like super diluted ambrosia, normal ambrosia would certainly kill a human."
Primus turned his gaze to the others, straining to appear calm and unruffled by the events. "Poseidon could easily cover the world with those creatures, if he wished to. Every God carries the capacity to create life, something I've been told that I have to do. A God has a huge impact on the universe, creating a species balances out what we do. You want to know how to fight Gods? You have Gods as alleys, or as near as you can get."
Primus walked over to the great gold serpent, lying at its ease with lazy eye's. "Demons, Angels, Mages, they all use magic, magic goes beyond the scope of this reality. As a rule, you cannot classify heaven and hell as higher and lower planes. They are more like, different directions. A great V, or X, both having natures that go lower and higher than this plane. Gods are like accidents, being born or created a step lower in this reality split. They are more powerful, because they are more real. Fighting Gods is...something you have to specialize in. Each has their own strengths and weaknesses, and even their weaknesses eclipse your strengths."
Primus looked sharply at Zebedee, and suddenly his glowing angels blade was hovering between them, the point directed straight at Primus' head. "I am the God of Blades, even before another God, I can command the nature and position of the blade, only through the hilt and guard can you resist by control. Basically you have to be very strong or very willful, and the more blade present, the more strong and willful you have to be to resist my strength."
The blade flashed towards Primus at blinding speeds, the point creating a sonic boom as it impacted his forehead, and he didn't even rock on his feet. "Likewise, my body is armored against the very thing that I command. No blade can harm me, though sometimes the enchantments or effects lying within the blade can. This one has no effect, its choked full of Divine Energy. Look." He said, and another golden drop of blood emerged from his finger, to hover beside the blade. The shone with the same light as the divine blade did.
Primus sighed, "I'm talking a lot, but not saying much. What it boils down to, however, is this. You need weapons that can harm a God, you need protection against godlike powers. In order to fight a god, you need a smith. A smith who is on a level with gods. You find someone like that, and you'll find what you seek to fight against gods." A blade suddenly appeared in front of him, made of white light, and it struck the angels sword hanging in front of him.
And shattered into pieces.
"A living thing. An object can't harm a god, they control all objects. Any object. Souls, the strength of eternity that they bend to their will is the only weapon they can be used against them. Souls possess the strength of eternity, just waiting to be drawn out. As I am, even I cannot harm a God." Primus bit his lip, "What can you sacrifice, to fight a war with the heavens? This is the first step!"
Primus held out his hand, and to each warrior present, a golden drop of blood flew. "This will follow you, forge a weapon with it, reforge a weapon with it, but a soul with the intent to kill a god must also be present. Let me stress, any other effect is secondary. If you want a blade that can cut a god, it will cost you one soul. If you want a blade that burns with fires that harm a god, as well as being able to cut the god. A soul for the blade, a soul for the fire." Primus took one final, deep breath.
"And if you ask it of me, I will spend time creating a race of god-slayers. I was bidden never to do so, it is one things the gods commonly forbid each other. But if they are to turn on us and each other, such things matter little." A small smile pulled at his cheek, "What would you bid of a God?"
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 22, 2009 6:58:51 GMT -5
Yoshimitsu folded his arms and looked at the drop of blood flying to him skeptically, even as it hovered in the air in front of him.
"Forge or re-forge a weapon to cut a God, and you're asking me to sacrifice a soul?" Yoshimitsu asked, his voice suddenly cold. "There's a war between Gods, sure. We need to hurt Gods, sure. I get that. But you're asking me to sacrifice someone's soul to power myself up? What made you think I'd agree to that?"
Yoshimitsu turned away, disgust clear on his face.
"If there's a war between Gods, then the people caught in the cross fire will die, fine. I get that, and that's not good. But you're telling me that I have to utilise some innocent soul, one that has every chance of going to peace during this war, and tie it to this world. I wont do that. I'll find another way to kill a God if I have to," Yoshimitsu said. "There's other ways. I know there is. I just have to find them."
OOC- Woo, Moral-Bastard!Yoshi. :/
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Post by hermes on Apr 22, 2009 13:20:51 GMT -5
Primus shook his head, "There are no other ways. Even a God fighting another God cannot inflict enough damage to kill him without such a weapon. However, I'd prefer if you didn't use the word 'sacrifice'. The method I'm suggesting we use does not trap, destroy, or kill a soul, any more than being born does." He looked around at the assembled Heroes.
"I've told you that you have to forge a living weapon, my blood makes it possible. I'm not evil, I wouldn't trap a soul to fight for eternity against the impossible." Primus shook his head, "No, the impossible thing you need to do, is ask someone to offer up their soul. That, or you can take the soul of a 'less pleasant' creature. Fairies and Elven folk, immortals, long lived souls make the best weapons." He could easily see the reluctance.
"Look, there is one other way. You could use a weapon so high up, or so low down in the plains that it sucked away or overrode their reality. But just touching that kind of weapon would blast away your humanity and expose your naked soul. Doing it that way would, essentially, be sacrificing yourself." And then, quite suddenly, and idea struck Primus so hard he nearly fell over. "Zero." He said, suddenly startled.
He looked around at several startled faces, and had the grace to blush. "Maybe there is another way, Zero is a man who recently gained one of the many hidden powers of the universe. He has a blade that equalizes the powers and environment around him. Essentially he always fights as the equal of whatever he's forced to combat." Primus was gesturing almost frantically, "I'm not sure how he aquired it, but there is a possibility it will have at least some effect on a god. If we to could aquire that type of weapon, we might have a chance."
He looked around again, but held his gaze steady this time. "Look, it isn't a sure bet, but its the only other way I can think of that doesn't involve placing someone in an impossible position."
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Post by Tout-Perd on Apr 22, 2009 14:36:59 GMT -5
"I'm afraid that I must object to your gift on a different ground," Zebedee responded, extending a hand. The bit of light paused in midair, and flowed back to Primus.
"My... My duty is to use only what my Lord has given me. I will rely on my own strength, and what he is willing to provide me with. Nothing from any other 'God'. I accept you as a being, and as a comrade, but I will not accept you as a deity, allocating powers and blessings to me," Zebedee's voice was stern yet soft, his expression one of both disappointment and embarassment.
"I'm glad that you want to help us, but I, for one, can't accept such gifts as you give. I feel that trusting on a being such as you, to aid me... It puts me in a very precarious situation."
"No, all that I may do, is trust in my Lord, the greatest authority and ruler that the universe has. To think that there is not enough power that I, one of his followers, can rebuke the rule and reign of lesser beings such as this Poseidon-" Zebedee paused, his sword appearing at his arm again. Intricate filigrees of golden power twisted around his arm, securing the weapon, and projections of light so gracefully wrought that they were beyond a human's comprehension began to extend from the basic shape of the weapon.
"To think such things would be to ignore the authority of the Lord I follow. To weild a blade such as this may very well destroy my body. I can accept that. But to ignore the Lord that's protected me and blessed me so far, to let myself accept the power of a being with nowhere near as much authority-" Zebedee vanished, and reappeared directly in front of Primus. He could read Zebedee's movements. There was no hostility, or any kind of anger. Just a resolute air about him, one of being fully commited to a single goal.
Zebedee swung his blade wordlessly, the air itself roiling away from the blade. It had grown in intensity, the light becoming blinding for any mortal being and the sheer sense of power taking the form of a presence that seemed to push all others around him away. He struck, the blade hitting Primus's raised right arm with a roar like an explosion. The sky behind Primus was torn, all color bleeding from it as a hole was torn into the fabric of reality itself. The water the was left, and the sand, all flew back in a massive field, starting at Primus and spreading back.
Zebedee drew his weapon away, cautiously now, and dismissed it in a shower of green sparks. He looked towards the sky, feeling the wind roar past him as the gap sealed itself gradually and air rushed in to fill the absense of matter. His sword vanished in a burst of green sparks, the lights drifting to the earth around him. Over the ocean, the tons of sand and water that had been tore up by the force of his attack now dropped, sounding like the falling of rain.
"See?" Zebedee pointed to Primus's arm, where a line of gold now glimmered.
"If I trust in my God, I can cut you. I could cut you much worse than I did, just now. 'With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.' Matthew Nineteen, Twenty six. All I need is to have faith, and to be willing to follow what my Lord would will, and I can do whatever it takes to resolve this situation," Zebedee smiled boldly, and turned away from Primus.
"As for the others, though, it'd be best for them to see about such weapons, or to use your gifts. They, though more powerful than I, may be going into one battle where I am better prepared than they are. So, it's probably best for them to even the scales," Zebedee knelt down, away from the group, and began examining his arm. Though there were light traces of burns, there seemed to be no damage otherwise. He frowned, and prodded his uninjured arm. Still no pain.
"Huh."
OOC: And I finally get to allude to the aspect of Zebedee's sword that I had planned several years ago, which is basically "More powerful and less feedback damage as Zebedee's cause grows more focused and holy."
Which is why, here, it's several times more powerful than in the other topic, since using it in a training match is actually being utterly disrespectful towards how the power is needed.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 22, 2009 15:02:49 GMT -5
Yoshimitsu braced himself as soon as Zebedee pulled out his sword, hopping back over the artificial platform he had created. He was right to do so, feeling the strength of the weapon immediately. As Zebedee attacked, the power released was immense and Yoshimitsu suddenly felt immensely grateful that Zebedee was not his enemy, preferring not to have that weapon aimed at him. He eased up as the weapon vanished again, frowning.
"You two have the fire power," Yoshimitsu muttered, more to himself than Zebedee and Primus. Even knowing the situation, knowing just what the forging would do to any weapon he chose, he was still unwilling to coerce a soul into sacrificing themself just so that he could have that bit more strength. His time alive, his trials and his tests, his past, all had taught him one thing.
"Never use another's pain for your own personal gain," Yoshimitsu said strongly. "Zebedee, Prime, you two can hurt Gods. I have a question though."
Yoshimitsu raised his hand to his face and summoned his mask again. He jumped back as he did so, a dark aura erupting around him. His right hand was manifesting something, what looked like blue and black flames that burned brilliantly with silver smoke swirling around it.
"Darkness. Pure, undiluted darkness. A manifestation of everything evil and unholy, condensed into a useable, violent form. It's possibly the only thing I have that can hurt a higher being. How d'you think the Gods would handle this?" Yoshimitsu asked, raising his hand and looking at the darkness. He raised his gaze to Zebedee and Prime, his face set in determination.
"Think fast."
Yoshimitsu thrust his palm at both of his allies, the flames exploding violently in the rough form of a beam. It was brilliant and terrible to see, the colour shifting around black and blue, the point of it silver and burning violently, absolutely reeking of the power described.
OOC- *Shrug* Moral-Bastard!Yoshi needs some way that could possibly hurt a God, and this was the only thing I could think of.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Apr 22, 2009 23:27:01 GMT -5
Al glanced up at the showings of power, and the questions of hurting what seemed to be the immortal. "I have a few questions myself," Al said interrupting whomever maybe be speaking next. "Why would the Gods want to war against each other? What is the point, they have all of eternity to argue, or pass there differences. Why scale a war at this very moment? This moment in time?" Al sighed, standing up, the bones in his legs cracking as he stretched.
"I may not look like much," Al said, his aura now being completely present, a brilliant blue, but causing a cool relaxing feeling to any who stand in its presence, "but, I have been experiencing these weird bursts in power, sudden jumps on a level that I have never known..." His aura flickered, and seemed to die down some, "When Poseidon's minion was near, I could feel this... adrenalin, a rush through through my heart." Al paused thinking of a better way to explain it, "It is as if my entire body had went numb, with power... I was afraid to unleash it. I was scared of it." Al stopped itching the back of his head, his face turning red, "It is as if my entire chemistry was changing into something else... "
"Anyway," Al said, switching topics, "I would say that we seek out some answers. There is a reason for everything, and what we are coming up with, doesn't seem to be making much sense at all." Al cracked his neck, and then all of his fingers as he continued on with the conversation, "It is possible that there is a power struggle among the gods, one that wants to assert his/her/its power."
"I guess if you want to look at it in a different perspective, this is nothing but a game to them, maybe we are there pawns in something a bit more massive then just a war. Maybe, this is all just a, silly, play, and they want to see us suffer?" Al laughed, "I am sure when you have all of eternity, you find something interesting to think about."
Al wondered if he should point out what else his water sprite had relayed to him. "There was something else..." Al said, his mind trying to comprehend the concept of what the sprite had told him. "There is a theory, that is kind of confusing, and personally even I don't fully understand it. The sprite explained it to me for only a split second." Al said glancing around nervously, "You see, that every few thousand years or so, there is a ritual, that all of the Gods partake in." Al glanced at Primus, "Do you remember how you said that Gods all have the ability to create life?"
Primus nodded, reassuring his earlier statements.
Al cleared his throat, "Well it could be safely assumed that they also have the ability to create nothingness. To essentially remove something from existence. Well when your a God for almost eternity, you want nothing more then to be laid to rest... so what is better then to be blipped from existence, right?" Al pounded his chest, the phlegm building up, "Well, philosophers also had a theory, and Lee excuse me if this goes against any religion," Al said politely to his long friend, "Before there was anything, and I really shouldn't even use the word before, considering that time didn't matter, but everything was created from nothing. During this ritual," Al stopped again, pounding his chest, "Dang... anyway, he said continuing, During this ritual, the winning God, of a contest, which wasn't specified, will be returned to the state of absolute nothingness. I am not talking something like anti-matter, because that is something, but literally they become nothing, yet something is created from the nothing, making things that re once impossible, possible." Al breathed in heavily, catching his breath, a heavy weight seemed to pressing against his chest, "This ritual is basically a way for the Gods to reborn, maybe as something different? Possibly as the same thing... to bring back something, from that of which is nothing?"
Al paused at his own explanation, "I am no good at explaining things... and that is all I caught from the water sprite... so possibly, this could all be a war, so that the gods can destroy/re-create something? I believe, however, that we should hit up one of the more famous philosophers of our time, he should know more about this than I do."
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Post by hermes on Apr 23, 2009 0:37:26 GMT -5
Primus took a quick, curious look at his arm, but the cut really was nothing more than the level of a papercut. Still, if he could break through an absolute law that surrounded a god like that, then he could do a fair amount of damage to a god less well protected. "Zebedee, I never gave you a blessing. I gave you a gift. I never asked that you receive me as a deity, in fact I'd prefer if you did not. When applying the word God in my instance, instead think of us as a race. A race with one concrete rule, we are each born unique, distinguished in every way from each other."
Primus looked sharply to the left as Yoshimitsu's dark fire, enveloped him. "Darkness is a concept, evil is a concept, both are held and created by men. Truly, the pure essence of such things is beyond you. Darkness come to life, hellish darkness lacking a soul, linked to nothingness, would perhaps scare a god. But would harm him less than Zebedee's blade." Primus said, holding up his arm. The wound was long since gone.
"And strength need not come from pain, willing sacrifice, that is painful. But if you put someone, something, in a blade. That person will live with you forever, know you forever. Is linked with you, and will die with you, that is the price of a godslaying weapon. And the salvation of it." Primus, finally, looked at Kevin.
"Gods have little concept of time, as being linear. I exist here, and in the future, and in the past, or any place I wish to be, at any time I chose. We don't want to end, we never see a reason to end. Our end comes at the end of us all. At the end of time. And when you constantly stand at the end, the fear of it loses its hold over you." Primus grinned, "The future holds uncounted paths, only Odin has been able to show and skill at navigating them. The smallest change in the most far off place, could set into motion events that end us all."
Primus sighed, "One remaining option. Weapons that can harm gods already exist, mostly hidden, as baubles. Jewelry, rings, and chains. Anything of that like. If they are combining with need and a strong Outside weapon, from the higher or lower plains, they become godslayers as well." A thoughtful look crosses his face, then he looked at those around him. "Zebedee, this is a higher plain, a step closer to your god and no sacrilage to stand upon. Show respect, but not reverence, and you shall have no dishonor, or show any lack of face." Primus said.
Primus opened his hand, holding it out before him. "We need answers, you said? Then come, let us consult the greatest oracle on this plain. Or out of it.
A small white and gold portal opened above Primus hand.
"I, Prime Godson, hereby invite these noble heroes to visit Valhalla. Confirm their worth and open the door!"
A light quickly passed over all present, and then the portal slowly opened, showing beyond it a majestic hall made of white stone and inlaid with gold and silver. At the end of the hall, sitting before a great table, sat a blind old man, with closed eyes. His eyelids sagged, and beside him at his left hand was a long, wickedly curved and shaped sword. At his right hand was a long spear with a wide and heavy tip. He was dressed in black armor, and a tattered black cloak hung from his shoulders.
He gestured for the heroes to come through the portal, and his motion was filled with such a calm certainty, presence, and casual command that none of them thought to disobey. Here was a benevolent soul, a presence greater than any of them, willing to reach out a hand and guide them on their way. Not as a god to his subjects, but as a Hero guiding worthy Heroes in their quest.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 23, 2009 6:36:37 GMT -5
OOC- ... "Godson".
Edit- Additionally, I don't like how Prime both chose to ignore an aspect of Yoshi's attack, nor how he picks apart everything I put in as an attempt to, y'know, have a character who can actually participate.
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Post by hermes on Apr 23, 2009 12:18:11 GMT -5
OOC: You already saw how much holy energy effected him, the opposite end of the spectrum isn't going to do much either. However I can tell you for sure that if you had Yoshi full power smack him with a hammer, it'd hurt like hell. Or pretty much any spell not relating to a basic nature of something. And if you post and walk through the stupid portal, I actually have a solution kind of sitting there for Yoshi. Since he feels like being so moral.
-EDIT- Also I hate that mask with a vicious passion that makes me want to cut myself.
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