"By all means." Syreene continued to fiddle with Caltabactos' hair. "Though I can't help but question the logic of such a shape. There is no way to get to the hollow on the inside. What kind of place has no doors to get to it?"
If you look past the plot and the voice acting, Metroid: Other M was an okay game. Not a great game, but an adequate one.
Not using the Metroid item collect jingle though? That, was a mistake.
Hulnajekthulazirettyulopjuwarsez sensed some excitement going on in the outside world. After some discrete mental probing, he discovered that this Itja-Rek was conspiring with some other gods to create some powerful creature. He decided that he could use this to his advantage. Hulna ever so gently put a seed of doubt in his host's mind. Why are you working with these... inferior beings? They have the nerve to intrude on YOUR realm, modify YOUR creations, without permission, and then when they ask you for assisstance on some pet project of theirs, you leap to their aid! You should teach them a lesson, make them rue the day they entered into your domain! But do not just strike out at them. No, no, you must scheme, plot, wait, earn their trust and then, when they let their guards down, tear them apart!
The hide-less ball of pulsating flesh, the symbol of Davos, exploded into gory ruin. Before the scraps of flesh touched the floor of the tunnel, however, each seemed to waver, like pickled animals behind thick, warped, glass, and dissipate. A voice, chocolaty and rich with languid energy, boomed from beneath the feet of Karak and Itja-Rek.
Emerge from your warren, your lair, and see what I have wrought. ----------------
In the dark, still, waters beyond the entrance to the catacombs where Itja-Rek had come to rest, a shape began to take form. At first it was ghostly, insubstantial, merely a haze flickering in the dull luminescence of Light-Lure Jellyfish. An immense armor plate, harder than Adamite yet secreted as gray bone curled across this thing's back. A crease, a crevasse, ran across the length of this natural protection, dividing it in two. Vast it was, rivaling the hundred meter length of Davos himself. Four legs, or arms, or tentacles, depending on the observer's mood, protruded from the body within the armor. A massive body it was too, the flesh a steel blue, warmed with a boiling copper blood.
Smaller, more flexible plates of organic bone bulged from the skin of the beast, protecting its sides and allowing the limbs free movement until the two colossal interlocking under-plates of armor began. The flesh within the exoskeleton, however, lived utterly without bones. This allowed the creature to fold into itself. The crease along the top of the shell bent, curling the plates towards the bottom plate. So elongated and streamlined, the creature's four pseudopods would trail behind while the titanic muscles of its interior sucked in and blew out hundreds of tons of water in jet propulsion.
Movement and defense accounted for, Davos moved on to weaponry. A mental flick and the jagged peak of Itja-Rek's mountain erupted upwards, then fell back through the water. Slow though it fell, in his exhaustion The Worm almost missed the two serrated halves of the peak. Seizing them, he slammed the small mountains into the two forward pseudopods of his creation. Copper blood bubbled in the water for a few moments, before a spark of divinity from the God of Tombs pulled the flesh over the cyclopean chunks of stone, incorporating them into the beast.
Finally, with the last of his strength, Davos pulled a crude head from the creature's muscle bound torso, making it craggy with the same Adamite-hard bone and placing to malevolent bio-luminescent eyes deep into the skull. A beak of softer white bone with tiny, relatively that is, serrations along it.
From head to tail the creature reached over a mile in length. Plates of bony armor hundreds of feet thick shielded it from harm, while the crest of a mountain, split in twain, bulged out of its arms. Muscle, barely contained by the leathery hide, rippled all over the creature, allowing it to move its massive bulk with ease.
It lacked something still, it lacked the spark of life.
PP 2PP- Spawn, Superior That makes a total of three. We can carry this over the reset right?
The ethereal cloud of energy had plumbed the depths of its being and its newfound understanding in an attempt to answer the question posed by the winged one, seeking not to create a response but instead to discover one. For as surely as the deity existed, it possessed a purpose and name, an identity all its own that could be surmised in a single utterance that bore within the many shades of meaning and nuances of understanding that reflected the divine beings own existence. The expression on the alabaster mask changed to one crudely imitating a pensive mood for the moments that the deity was lost in self-examination.
Suddenly the face lit up and shifted into an over expressive almost comical semblance of excitement, signifying that an answer had been found. However, before the God could explain its discovery a louc crack from nearby startled it. The face immediately transformed into an overly zealous interpretation of fear and the cloud of energy bolted behind a nearby tree faster than lightning could strike. The cloud coalesced then and shrunk to a far smaller size, smaller even then the form of the plump little women, though the Masquerade remained the same size affixed to its front.
After a moment of quivering behind the tree, the God peaked out a corner of its mask, with a curious yet frightened visage, only to quickly withdraw it back behind the safety of the tree. For what it had seen was a peculiar sight, a single hand scrambling along the ground lacking any other semblance of a body as the plump one knelt over it. A moment later the God summoned up the courage to peek out again, only this time to see a fully formed naked body with a mess of purple hair lying on its belly, pulling itself with its hands toward the thinner women.
Perplexed, the Deity peaked out a little bit farther from behind the tree and watched. As it did so, the earth not 20 meters from where the masked God floated suddenly violently shot into the air. The God literally jumped from behind the tree and darted across the small clearing that its cousins occupied, only to find another jagged spike of earth rising opposite it. Darting back and forth between the rising walls of the prison, the masked Deity was momentarily terrified and quickly sought escape. The melody that accompanied it, which had remained almost imperceptibly silent in the moments following that startling snap, now rose in volume and turned into a rapid sequence of notes that conveyed the God's sense of fear and flight.
Finally as the rising cliffs reached their apex, the deity rose above them and quickly bolted back towards its Waltzing Mountains, momentarily terrified by all the activity that took place in this strange place.
The Winged one looked at the being with eyes yet filled with curiosity but a spark of irritation appeared momentarily with the deph of those eyes. His smiling lips turned in to a thin line and with a scowl he turned his back upon the other gods and began to walk away from them.
A ant was crushed under his foot as he walked away. It's insides broke out from it´s body, it's legs bended and broke. The Ant writhed in a moment of pain and...then it died. A small, black carcass lying in the green, green grass of Mishway. As it died a part of it...left and flew away on invisible wings. A tiny, tiny being white as snow carrying a tiny spark of life within it.
That tiny soul, that tiny fragment of memories, pain and the simple joys of life only an Ant can feel and enjoy. Such as the joy in obeying, the joy in dark tunnels hidden underground, the joy of working for something more, something so much bigger that you barely can understand it at all. Memories of a dark queen, memories of a mother that never gave you as much as a gaze...memories so small and unnecessar but yet they were there.
That tiny soul drifted away in the wind...just to be catched by an outstretched hand.
Glowing eyes looked on the tiny, nearly not-existent spiritual remains of the insect. A smile touched a pair of lips and a dark voice whispered.
" Well...hello there, little one...."
Dark hands were cupped around the soul and a whisper was heard in the darkness that followed.
" Don't worry little one. Your life in this world is far from over... "
The winged God arose to the sound of his wings whipping up air and dust. He arose against the skies and travelled across the " Green Lands " to his garden. There he entered his house, sat down at his chair and began to work. He placed the soul in a bottle he summoned forth from by heating up some sand and sculpting it in his mind.
His eyes shone with a nearly childish excitement as he bent and twisted the very rules of existence to make something. To make a creature of his own, one that looked like him...but had those lovely traits that had made him quite fond of that little ant. There were many adimrable traits in that little being. Traits that he had not given it, traits that stem from something more then celestial fire and divine creativity. Something that stemmed...from the pattern. The plan. The idead this very world was based around!
But it wasn´t that the lone God tried to find. He accepted the way things were...but the ant and the promise of it´s tiny mind intrigued him to no end. Such posibilites...
There was much to do though. Hours of work if not days...
The God of Death smiled...there was joy in this and maybe something most fortunate would come out of this. Yet another part of the plan. Yet another being he was MEANT to create. A being that would be known as the Myrmadon.
A skeleton sat on the table in front of him. A skeleton much like his own but that lacked wings, was shorter, stouter and had powerful jaw made to crunch and rip.
He smiled once more, as something new had began to burn within those eyes of his.
Karak reached out and touched the mostrosity that had been assembled. He touched it, and gave it the essence of himself into it, giving it an intelligence like his own.
The creature shifted. It groaned, and shook, shaking the ground and causing shockwaves across the ocean. As it went through it's birthing pains, it caused immense tremors, shaking the ocean floor. faults tremored and shook up the mountains. As it did so, acidic misty tendrils extended from it's body, poisoning the water near it.
After an eternity, it settled down. It layed still-ish, with only a few minor shiftings in the tips of it's tentacles, which while minor in comparison to the size of the creature, were still very huge. It slumbered for the moment, waiting for a time when it would awaken, awaken and destroy many things.
-1 PP: Spawn Monster(Superior)(Final PP): The Leviathan. A huge creature, it normally sleeps deep in the ocean, as a large underwater moutain range. When it wakes, it causes untold destruction until it is put too sleep again, a very hard task. It exudes acid from it's skin for a couple hundred feet, making approaching it deadly. Living beings learn to avoid this area. ((Hope that fluff is ok with both of you)) -2 PP: Mold Land(Moderate): Underwater mountains created by The Leviathan's birthing pains. 3/7 PP
Syreene sighed contentedly, pushing Caltabactos off of her lap. She stood up, breathing deeply of the air. Strangely, her features seemed altered -- her face was less round than it had been, breasts were smaller, and her long hair seemed to be receding back into her scalp. She seemed to be physically larger and taller too.
She left the small gathering of gods to wander the foothills of the Triskelion. The vibrancy of the new leaves and buds were quickly fading. Spring, or that which passed for spring in this surreal world, and herself with it.
"I will not be gone forever" confided Syreene amicably, patting the trees along the path she walked. "In time, I shall return, in the meantime I will leave you with something to remember me."
Syreene approached one of the largest trees, tracing the outline of a humanoid figure upon its bark. The goddess patted the tree once, and three wooden silhouettes appeared on the ground. They wiggled for a moment before popping into three-dimensional existence.
They were fiendishly handsome Eladrin, a set of triplets, really, each standing just over 2 meters tall. Upon noticing Syreene, they fell to their knees.
"You three shall be my Lords of Spring. You shall act in my name while I am gone. Enjoy yourselves, I shall call if I need your power."
The three nodded in near unison, whispers of "Yes, milady" and "at once, my liege" echoing back to the goddess. Syreene nodded in satisfaction, stepping deeper into the woods as Summer more fully took her away from her body.
~Elsewhere in Mishway~ A single Mantid delicately approached the place where The Monarch and Caltabactos still presided. In its arms were hundreds of petals. It stealthily approached Caltabactos, never taking its compound eyes off of The Monarch. It dropped the petals in a clump, next to the nascent god, and then fled, skittering back into the forest for more. After all, it would take many such trips back and forth from the Garden before it could gather enough petals to robe a god.
-4 PP Ascend Exarch, The Lords of Spring. A set of powerful Archfey Triplets, the Lords of Spring (known individually as the Lord of Spring Thorns, the Lord of Spring Rains, and the Lord of Spring Stars) only have the power to function as an exarch when all three are within close proximity to one another. Genesis Exarch.
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If you look past the plot and the voice acting, Metroid: Other M was an okay game. Not a great game, but an adequate one.
Not using the Metroid item collect jingle though? That, was a mistake.
Itja-Rek watched the beast being formed and marvelled at the size and power of it as it rampaged through the dark waters, sending rockmen and jellyfish fleeing in all directions. Finally, it settled down to the ocean floor.
"We... made that?" Itja-Rek managed to get out, looking over at Karak. It looked far too large to contain, much less control. "What is the point of something that large if we can't control it?"
OOC: So, this is our first 'reset', although with all gods less than a week in age, nobody gets more PP. Regardless, this officially begins Turn 1.
