An Immortal Injustice

[Zerrer]

Zerrer ignored Lykaios's response to his judging. He stood up, and looked to the hole in the sky. He felt energy. More energy then he had ever felt outside of Odeka.

His restored wings spread, and with no effort, he flew towards it.

[3kul]

((Bleh, sorry Chronos, I've only just now realized that I missed one of your previous posts. Fortunately it seems that my last post isn't terribly wrong because of this, though I am feeling a little lost now - are we above ground or in Mortracta's underground tunnel?

Oh, just one thing I wanted to clear up though - Little Sister is usually quite capable of breathing and speaking with Mortracta, it's only whilst she's possessing a doll that this becomes a problem. Having never met Brepho before, Mortracta should not have met a Little Sister that she couldn't talk to before. It doesn't really make a difference as it's not like the two have ever interacted an awful lot anyway, it's just something that I wanted to explain ))

[Chronos]

((Cool/understood. No problem here. We might as well stay above ground now that we no longer have to flee for our lives. Also, I think this thread should be archived eventually. It just may be the most epic one in which I've yet participated!))

[Shaon]

((It hasn't even started being as epic as I am planning for it to be. ))

[Swix]

((OK, so is everyone waiting for EnD like I am then?

If anyone is waiting for my chars to reply, please say so. Maybe it's because it's so late, but I'm feeling a bit lost right now.

*Hopes she isn't the only one who's starting to find this confusing...*))

[Cirrial]

((Shaon's kept asking me to post in this for, like, forever, so I guess I shall. Oh, and pretend I never had any characters in this thread ever.))

Some things transcend universes.

~...surely, the gods must be sieging our world...~

In the dark, cold void, nothing lives. Nothing alive could have heard it.

Agents are not alive. Not in the sense of living beings, at least.

A vulpine ear pricks up sluggishly, three metal claw-like appendages stabbing outwards into the vacuum of space.

Now this seems like an entertaining diversion.

But the epheremal voice is too weak to trace. The Agent muses on this faint message, whether it has any bearing. After all, there was still that conflict between the enesi and the jerabans. He could twist that until it broke, maybe even destroy an entire ideology.

I'm bored of these conflicts. Agents are too... known here.

He tries to visualise the place the message originated from. It feels futile, given that all he can remember is a golden tear in what is presumably a sky-

And he is here. An abstract presence so far, disembodied. He looks around. From his perspective, it feels calm, idyllic, untouched by war. But he feels something else. Something that would, if he had his old face, made him smile, slowly and sinisterly.

Yesss. This bears investigating.

His gaze falls to the ground and flies towards a nearby, unassuming tree.

Two minutes later, he steps from behind the same tree, nonplussed, and stares at the sky, clenching and unclenching his hands into fists.

[Zerrer]

Zerrer's blue eyes looked upon the crack. ~The power~ He thought, overwhelmed. ~This power is pure. Pure and plentiful. This is a place of gods!~

"A place to become a god." He murmured, and drew a rune. and then drew it again. Melded them together, and drew another. ~This rune will need to funnel infinite energy~ He thought, calculations in his head fusing with magic.

[3kul]

Mortracta 'nodding' was an odd sight indeed, though Little Sister managed to understand what she meant by it. ~Good.~ She said in response, not too sure of what else to say.

A startled yelp from Brepho brought the sudden appearance of Ensichrys to her attention, and a woven rope wrapping about the young apprentice's leg prevented him from fleeing or doing anything stupid like that. Little Sister had never cared too much for Ensichrys, but his presence reminded her of the bell he'd given her about a century ago. It would be incredibly useful if she could get to it now and prove to Brepho that ditching Caton was a good idea, but it was probably locked away deep within the Corrupted Cave, far beyond where she'd be allowed to access it.

Ensichrys told her that the world was ending or some similar disaster, and she managed to avoid groaning 'again' (but only just barely). She had no doubt in her mind that DP was the most inept of the Gods, and suspected that (were it ever allowed to possess such powers) a senile one-armed chimp could stitch a more stable world together than the God of Insanity had.

~Who cares about this crappy world, I've got my own problems.~ Little Sister thought bitterly to Ensichrys, wishing that she wasn't so dependent on Brepho's abilities. "You... You know this one too?" Brepho whispered, feeling a little nervous at being confronted by so many monsters at once. ~This in Ensichrys, as mentioned by Mortracta.~ Little Sister snapped back, once again not caring to elaborate on how she knew this.

[Zerrer]

Zerrer looks at the layered rune, and realizes something. ~It isn't going to be one rune-word. It's going to be many~

He wipes the rune away, and begins again.

@This power, radiating, amass. This power, soaking, absorb..@

Zerrer wiped the sweat off of his brow. This was tiring, and it would several more verses to complete.

[Swix]

Lykaios sensitive white ears twitched as the one who'd called himself the Lord of Order and the Lord of Chaos began discussing the apparent end of the world with the kid he'd found so fascinating earlier. Great, just what he needed. The world was going to end with him on it, and that would be very bad for his plans since the one he sought did not appear to be here.

Now by himself, Lykaios had to think for a few moments before finally getting up and 'walking' over to the group on the solidified glow just barely lfting his paws off the ground.

"Excuse me, I don't think we've been properly introduced" he said once he got to them, ears fully erect and alert with everything in a non-threatening manner "I am Lykaios, also called the Wanderer. If this world is to be destroyed and you wish to help stop it, perhaps I can help. I have certain things to do that cannot be done if this place disappears"

[3kul]

"Ah, it's you again..." Brepho said, not sure whether to feel pleased or not that the wolf-like being had come along to help them. Lykaios? That sounded somewhat familiar, though Brepho didn't recall why - part of his training with Caton was to read through a ridiculous amount of books about Blackstar's history, but he always found it to be boring and didn't pay attention. Now he kind of wished he had, as he got the distinct feeling that, like this Mortracta creature and Ensichrys, Lykaios here was from 'the old days'.

~Do you know this one?~ He mentally whispered to Little Sister. ~When the hell did I become the authority on ever single person in Blackstar?!~ She snapped back, not really answering his question. Little Sister was thinking though, as she couldn't properly recall if she knew Lykaios or not. If she did, they certainly hadn't interacted much, or she'd remember him much better...

[Chronos]

Ensichrys' head twitched toward Dracolepus. "Don't worry, young one. We'll be on opposite sides again soon enough." The Lord of Order now snapped his head toward Lykaios, the wolf creature that he had, just moments ago, almost killed. "I suppose it's nice to meet you, though I wish it had been under different circumstances," said Ensichrys.

"Gods, Ensichrys, why do you speak with those creatures? I'm beginning to wonder about your wisdom, noble Lord," came Dracolepus' sarcastic tones. "Look at that thing. Why are you talking to it? Don't we have a job to do, or is waiting around for the world to end more like your old man style?" Dracolepus' scythe arm was on his hip in a ridiculing posture.

Mortracta could "hear" every word and tone of Dracolepus and squirmed just slightly, which still shifted the ground a bit. She only just refrained from giving him a smack that would send him a record distance.

Ensichrys hissed thinly, but kept his cool. "Friends," he said, turning away from the Lord of Chaos, "what is to be our plan of action?"

[Cirrial]

The disembodied stare of Tachyon flies across Blackstar unhampered by any natural force. He disregards the scenery, searching intently for something. Any sign of life. Anything that had the potential to become very interesting, very quickly.

He catches sight of the gathering of the Lords of Chaos and Order, a strange glowing creature that seems to be some twisted caricature of a keletian, and some human. Humans here too? I would not be entirely surprised to find humans living in the centres of black holes or in the boundries between universes.

He focuses on the gathering and glances away slightly. Instantaneously, he arrives and casually strolls up to the assembled group, ignoring a sudden and unexpected feeling of momentary weakness.

He holds up a black gloved hand, the various gadgets and circuitry over his blue, vulpine head reconfiguring into a less intrusive set-up. The cylinders replacing his eyes rotate and slide telescopically. Each of his four optical cylinders pivot at his eye sockets towards a different being.

"AltekaFio akataNei. I have travelled long and far to this land. I was sent here as a diplomat to discuss certain issues with the most powerful one of the land. Who are they?"

[Chronos]

Now this is new, thought the Lord of Order as the cybernetic organism approached. After it asked the question, Ensichrys straightened up to say something. Before he could utter a word, Dracolepus shoved him roughly aside and sauntered right up to the robot with his peculiar tripedal walk.

"That," said the upstart Lord of Chaos, "would most definitely be me. Oh, and old feather-head back there too I guess. Nobody else here is really worth engaging in speech."

Ensichrys now stepped up behind the demon. He grabbed Dracolepus by the shoulder and, in one deft jerk, threw him backward several meters. He turned his head toward the new arrival. "Do not listen to the fool, though he may be correct at this time. We have but to wait for a few others that are on their way to this location. When they arrive, the most powerful ones- at least that are available- will be here. I know not who else could possibly get here soon."

Dracolepus got to his feet in a fury. "Just who the hell are you anyway," shouted the Lord of Chaos at Tachyon. He ran up to Ensichrys and pulled him close- growling in his ear: "Did you even think to ask his motives, you old featherbrain? What if he's from the tear in the sky and wants to finish us off? Why else would he ask for such souls?!"

Ensichrys replied under his breath so only Dracolepus could hear. "You didn't think of that earlier when you boasted that you were the most powerful of us all, did you? Don't worry, I have a failsafe should this monstrosity try anything."

[Cirrial]

Tachyon decides to ignore all but the two now showing a direct interest in him. Such conflict. These two are perfect.

He lowers his raised arm. He contemplates continuing the diplomat charade, but decides against it. He does not use such specific trickery ordinarily, after all.

"You may refer to me as Tachyon, but it is irrelevant what you name me. I am here to observe."

He takes two steps backwards. "That is, observe your approaching destruction. Something I am assuming you would both prefer to prevent." His optical cylinders slide and swivel in reflection.

"I can assist. I can intervene. I can prevent. But not for both of you. Decide in whatever way which of you deserve my attention."

It always starts with a conflict of interests.