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War of Dominance RP
Topic Started: Aug 12 2009, 11:03 AM (1,040 Views)
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Since this is a mostly character driven RP, a lot of what goes on depends on how you interact with the world.

Your respective groups have come together fairly close to each other by coincidence, the same country in fact. South Africa.

New gods, you have gathered in Cape Town, Old gods have gathered in Pretoria.

Take some time to get to know each other before I pull up an event.
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Half was light; half was darkness. One side, was old; only found outdoors, hot, life giving, natural, fresh, loved by many, and once was common. The other was newer; cold, dark, it's water found in sinks, bottles, toilets, showers, and other common appliances. With modern day manufacturing, smog builds up more and more in the atmosphere, causing more rain.

Speaking of rain, it finally pushed away the sun, suddenly erupting in a pouring shower. The god of rain would get a kick in the ass, for this.
Athon's little shelter wasn't much. It was essentially a thrown together hut made of sticks and sheets of metal just outside of Pretoria. He hadn't built it; he had been forbidden of building anyone's hide out. Everyone knew he would simply go overboard with it, and just attract attention. And they were right; even in the little tin leaking hut, he had thrown together things from what had simply be laying around. There was already a self inflating bag that served no point, a slideout steel polestaff, in its smallest form and sitting on a table made out of metaled tin cans, with Grayshield's own personal language on it; reading "No rain side only sun side." repetitively.

Lighting and thunder announced the full arrival of the storm. Swearing to himself, and flipping up his hood, his brand new, designer label, self designed trench coat, got pounded by water. Inside the hut. Cussing again, he thanked himself for wearing a hoodie underneath it.
Cold, shivering, and pissed off, he absent mindlessly played with a cheap lighter he had bought before coming to South Africa. With the New Alliance gathering in Cape Town, the Old Alliance had gotten suspicious. In other words, they dragged Athon out of his nice, newly refurbished penthouse sweet, to come and stand around in the rain until another Old Alliance god happened to show up.
The Smithgod's breath was barely visible in the cold air. "I thought Africa was suppose to be hot, not damn cold..." he muttered, crossing his arms; irritated. The thought of having to deal with another God, and put up with the N.A., had put him in one pissed off mood. To make it worse, there was a chance Albadon would be there. If not him, then perhaps the goddess of Ice, or rain. Or, possibly, all three and more. Swearing again, he walked over to his bike; suspended in mid air and frozen there by the command of it's owner. It had been there for six hours. The bike wasn't big, and Grayshield didn't loose any energy keeping it floating.

Lightning flashed over head, again.





...Rin
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Why so serious?
As the world was illuminated in that one flash of light a shadow, only then illuminated remained stubbornly dark. With another flash the shadow had moved closer to the hut however it was no longer solitary. It was flanked now by figures, which at a cursory glance would have been mistaken to be fallen angels, dressed for war against the heavens themselves. How ironic it must be then that these things were what was first mistaken to be angels. Of course they weren’t angels, as anyone who got a whiff of them could tell. These corrupted animated corpses were merely servants to their master, their broken, twisted bodies hidden underneath black robes and hardened metal armed with twisted bayoneted assault rifles, with only rotted black wings poking out from their backs that showed even the slightest sign of their true corruption. These particular Servants quickly rushed ahead of their master and took guard at the entrance, their cloaked hooded faces twitching back and forth, watching for anyone who would disturb their beloved master.

They're master however seemed unaware of its servants attempting to protect it, or in fact of anything but the hut. This lone winged figure, wrapped in dark robes and carrying an ornate scythe with a simplistic bastard sword at its waist seemed to glide over the ground, leaving no footprints as it got closer to the hut instead leaving a trail of black, sickly looking earth that even the rain water would not wash away. When the figure reached the hut it produced a bandaged, clawed hand from amongst the folds of its tattered robes and knocked three times. Then in a raspy, cracked voice said. "There better be a God in there or so help me I'm getting every nuclear power in the world to turn this pisshole of a continent into a glow-in-the-dark crater."
Then under his breath Albadon, God of Chaos muttered "Birthplace of the human species my ass, could have fooled me with this blasted rain and infernal mud."
Edited by Immortalblade, Aug 12 2009, 06:09 PM.
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((OOC I don't think you'd want to have to reply to just entering, so I god modded your guy just a ttttiiinnnyy bit. o.o Don't get mad. I was too lazy to ask.))

The God in the hut jumped at the knocking, looking towards the door, if you could call it that. It was just a sheet of metal placed over two larger ones. Getting Grayshield's bike through it and out of the rain had been like shoving a couch through a doorway.

With a sigh, he opened the door. There, stood the one God he didn't want to be around. And his lackeys. Albadon smelled even worse then them, though. Trying to not scrunch up his nose, he held open the sheet as the God of Chaos walked into the hut, with his flesh bags moving in after him.
Athon, gesturing to two slabs of concrete with elegant pillows on them, sat down at one. The strange table was between the two... seats, the polestaff rolling on it slightly. A single light illuminated the room, floating next to the bike. Its light gave off strange shadows, making the visitor's men look more horrific. Or, perhaps, less so, since there was less to see. Narrowing his eyes at them, Athon propped his head up on his arm, yawning. "So. It was you, who came. Anyone else, happen to be coming to my summer get away?"
Rain fell through one of the mainly holes in the roof, hitting him on the head. Flicking the cheap lighter, and a simple wave of his finger, and the hole, along with all the others, were covered by stretched metal from the other parts of the roof. "Metal is too damn thin to hold that rain..." he muttered, still flicking on the lighter, over and over.


...Rin
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Why so serious?
Albadon snickered at his host’s revulsion. It was always pleasant to see others opinion altered at mearly the slightest chemical changes. Blinking his red eyes to get the last bit of water out of them Albadon slouched upon one of the slabs, for a moment it looked as if he was sitting on an invisible chair rather then a elegantly decorated slab of concrete. However this quickly changed as the very structure of the slab started to warp and change. Within an instant the slab had become a throne only the vilest of creatures would sit in. The concrete had become this polished chitinous material that wrapped and twisted around the general structure of the throne. Pulsating muscle like material acted as the cushions to this throne while bloodshot eyes strobed around the hut with no general purpose. Though that was not the strangest part of the throne, the strangest part was that it seemed that every angle went beyond 360 degrees when one would stare at it to long then it would go back then change into something else, almost as if reality itself could not decide how this throne, this chaotic abomination of a throne should look. "Amazing how bacteria and concrete can be altered to make even the most temporary of residence seem much more homely." Albadon mused out loud as he reclined on his non-Euclidian throne. "So, esteemed god of smithing what drags you out of your luxurious penthouses and designer clothes to come to this place?" Albadon sneered. He paused for a moment to take a raspy, choking breath before continuing, mostly to himself. "Why I'm surprised they all decided to drag themselves out of their holes to deal with these whelps who decided they wanted a piece of the cosmic pie. In fact I wonder why we just don't raise an army in our command to just crush these usurpers. Or maybe just make the armies of the world unleash their nuclear arsenals at them. But hell, what can I say? I've yet to hear any plans from our 'allies' or maybe they've just decided to leave me out for fear of what I would do to their precious remaining followers! But that isn't the case is it? After all, your here in a hut hiding and waiting. Or maybe you are in on what is going on? So tell me, Oh great and mighty Athon Grayshield God of smithing just what is the plan, what are the orders, what is going on!?"
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Thanatos sits waiting for the other gods to do something, anything. He had been in the midst of a very pleasant torture when called here for some important purpose then nothing happened. Old god alliance, new god alliance, what the shit does he care, just fuck'em all and laugh, thats his motto.
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This guy, was on Athon's last nerve. If wasn't for the painful reminder in his mind, burned there by one of the Head Gods, he wouldn't have even let this... thing, into his... house. But, things being as they were, he kept a straight face, and smiled and nodded at what Albadon said. "Honestly, I don't really know. I thought they would have told you. They don't exactly trust me after the incident with Elbador in Paris, back in 342. And what with my more "Modern" belongings, coming straight from the New Alliance's clutches, they have even less care or trust in me. But you, being the almighty god of Chaos, don't know?" Athon's smile widened, his strange colored eyes becoming more hollow, and yet brighter. "Surely you haven't done something to displease them?" His smile vanished. "No. Actually, we're just here to see what they're doing, and make sure they don't do anything that might irritate the more respectable-" He flinched at this; "gods."

His lighter sat, cold and still, in his hand; Athon's eyes the same. "Let me lay down the rules quicklike. I don't like you, and you don't like anyone. Neither of us want to work together, but lets just do it, and get this over with, so the other gods aren't riding up our asses for the next 1,757 years. Alright? Now, is any other hated gods like you coming out here to spend the next week in my lovely hut?" At this, the coldness was gone, and the bright cheery spark was back in his face. "Sorry I couldn't make it any more pleasant. I've been limited to altering only what is neccesary." A small mouse ran across the dirt floor. In an instant, the steel Polestaff had unsheathed, thrown inself across the room, and implanted itself several feet into the ground, where the mouse had been. Grayshield ignored it, staring intently at the god across the table.


...Rin
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Why so serious?
Albadon bolted upright and snarled in poorly suppressed rage "Listen whelp, I have existed from the beginning, I've watched and altered the very fabrics of time and space, I've seen events so minuscule that you could hardly say they happened at all and then altered them to my purposes. I was one of the first! So do not tell me that our so-called representatives have any say over me! The master of plots and plans! They are but individuals, their power over the others brought on by their collective might." As he said this as the two glowing orbs that could be seen from the blackness of his hood doubled, then tripled as gaping mouths and clawed tentacles sprouted from his wings. However in an instant he had returned back to how he was and slouched back into his throne. "But I digress. It is wrong to speak ill of those merely trying to ensure our continued survival and I am actually not surprised in the slightest they did not clue me into their plans, after all it is best to wait for the enemy to make their move first and use their eagerness to our advantage. Also I must admit with these new gods cropping up all over the place I haven't been keeping up with recent events. I wouldn't have even bothered with this meeting but they where persistent." Albadon said with a shrug, musing in his head how he had blatantly distanced himself from every other old god in a rather vain attempt to not have himself involved in any organized actions against the new gods. In hindsight though it definitely was not one of his better plans.
"So as you said let us put aside our differences and focus at the task at hand (even if it must involve urrg..'organized resistance')" Albadon spat, almost as though the idea of being involved in a organized front against the new gods was revolting to him.
"Ah to be back in the old days, where this so called alliance of old and new never existed and we spent all our time trying to win over each others followers. But as those days have long passed I suppose we might as well try to work together against these new whelps. Oh me damnit I have forgotten my manners, Athon how have you been? Anything interesting happened to you since these usurpers dropped onto the scene?"

OOC:Is he really one of the first gods to appear or is it just a boast? You decide chrome! Also Rin you don't mind explaining that incident you mentioned, though I don't think we are allowed to change the make up of how the old gods govern themselves I still think it would be a good idea for narrative sake to explain what our character have been doing for the last while. Also it sounds interesting :happy:
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(OOC: I know I can't choose their governing. o.0 But obviously, I don't think we just decided to all come here... so I had to think of something. ;/ sorry Chrome.)

Grayshield laughed, smiling, and leaning back on his seat. With a strange smile, he waved his hand, like he was about to tell how he ran into a glass door the other week. Though, not wanting to be outdone by the Chaos god's throne, Gray shield's seat, in a dull flash of light, formed into a squishy metallic throne, complete with a cup holder, a foot rest, arm rests, and back massager. Then, waving his hands around as he talked, he plunged into his story. "Well, for starters, I'll explain the event in 342, in Paris. See, you remember Elbador, right? Tall guy; made precious minerals and all? Well, I was in Paris, shifting around some minerals and all to keep the city from sinking. Stupid idiots built that thing on a bunch of underground caverns. Now, you gotta remember that the little god of gold had control of most of the people during that time, since he overloaded on gold, and was kind of disliked by everyone at the time.
Well, his people got it into their heads to move around, right? Germanic Invasions and all, right? Well, there was a lot of people moving down into and through Paris. This interrupted my work, making my irritated. But, hey, I just kept my cool and kept working.
Eventually, all these new people started to turn Paris into a real trash heap. So, Elbador, thinking himself as amazing and all, comes down and starts moving all the things I had just put there, and started loading up the Caverns with gold and all. I guess he hoped that it would turn the city into a rich capitol that he could control. Now, I had spent about fifty years filling in all these holes, and shifting things around. This had broken my cool. I called out Elbador, with my good old Rainfire in hand. He walks out, all dressed up in his gold armor and all; like saying "Ha ha, I have gold, and you have dirt!" Had the look on, too.
I, naturally, wasn't in a good mood. The stress of his little meat bags moving around and all was bad enough; his destruction of my work added to it." Holding up one gloved hand he made it into a hand puppet, as he mimicked Elbador in a childish high voice. "'Oh look at you! You have gotten so big in your few years! Menamena meh meh meh!!' he said all snotty like. And I told 'em, 'Listen you old sack of rust; I spent fifty years shifting dirt and minerals around Paris. Then, I had to deal with all of your little dirt men digging crap up, cutting things down, and poking around places I hadn't finished. Then you come in here, acting like you own the place, and start placing your worthless cheap crap EVERYWHERE!'
All smug like he says, 'Oh, you poor little child. I DO own the place. I own you. If I didn't exist, who would make the money to purchase your metal twigs?' At that point, I had had it. Even though I was a fraction of the age he was, all he could do was pull out cheap weak metal out of the ground. I, though, could use rocks and make them into flowing knives in an instant; even with my still raw powers. Naturally, it only took me a little bit to kill him. Few days, maybe. Of course, all the other gods got a little pissed off at me for this. No one really liked the guy, of course, so that helped me. I'm sure your happy he's gone now, though. Without someone to make more useless gold, it's become so valuable, it can destroy entire cities with the greed it makes. Chaos and all, right? Your stuff?" Athon smiled, almost greedily. "And naturally more of use of weapons..." he muttered under his breath. It was nice being needed by everyone and everything.

"Well, anyways, apart from that event, all that's happened is I ended up accidently crushing a New God of plastic forks, with an avalanche or two. Bit of an over kill, since he was probably the stupidest god I'd ever seen... Ahem. I also started a little hotel that I use as a home. Makes a lot of money, surprisingly. But really, these past years have been pretty dull. Well, not the last hundred or so, due to the New Alliance and all, but still. What about yourself, Albadon?" As he asked this last question, his eyes relaxed, as did he in his... chair.



...Rin
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Why so serious?
Before Albadon could speak one of his Angels produced two wine glasses made of the same shifting material as Albadons throne as well as a bottle filled with a type of liquid that sloshed around like water but looked like tar and almost looked like it was inhaling and exhaling. The angel poured this liquid into one of the glasses and handed it to Albadon. The Angel did not fill the other glass but kept the bottle in its hands, in case Athon was feeling brave. Albadon took a sip of the liquid (Or by the look of things just poured a tiny bit into the blackness of his hood) before saying "Oh I've been up to this and that. Traveling the world but keeping to myself mostly. Had some fun with some Guy during 1605, thinking back I probably should have let them light off the fireworks. Oh and there was this time in 1775, ah that was fun, sad that it got all screwed up the moment I looked away. And speaking of France dropped in there for some good times during 1789. After that drifted around a bit. Hmm, there was this thing down in the Balkans during 1914. Oh man you should have seen the looks on their faces. After that had this huge party in October of 1917 down in Russia. Then I had some good times down in Germany, met some guy "Hiter"? Bitter? Oh I don’t know but he was such a pleasent fellow, especially after he decided to copy my errr, mental state. Then the new gods showed up and I had to drop my plans of getting a glow-in-the-dark night-light. But I did get my revenge and a night light in 1986. Oh there was still a bunch of stuff also between 1605 and 1986 but nothing as interesting as your fight with Elbador."

Albadon then preceded too drain (and consume) the whole glass before finally saying "Really in comparison my life has been pretty drab and boring compared to the extravagance that is your life. Why had it not for these New gods going on the offensive I wouldn't be doing anything of interest at the moment. Probably just be playing around with swine and watching boring trade talks in my lair."

OOC: Get it?
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OOC: Any of you New Gods going to post, or what...?

Athon laughed, waving to the other glass. "Mind if I have some, you bright shadow?" With another laugh, he smiled, leaning forward. The table warped part of itself, resting itself under his chin. The material, like his throne, was soft, and his chin sank into it comfortably. "If your trying to sweeten something out of me, just ask me. Anyways, I know my life isn't as interesting as yours. Even with the New Gods showing up, I bet you had a blast during World War II. I liked the first one better, though... there was more building, and less New Gods. The ones that were there, were still pretty new, anyways. Ah, good years." His eyes relaxed, his eye lids drooping over his eyes as he fell into some distant memory.
Snapping out of it, he looked up lazily at the creature across from him. "So. Since we don't have much to do, what do you say we go into town and cause some trouble? I can't stand sitting around. This place doesn't even have a real bed... I'd much rather suspened myself by my own hairs, then sleep on the pile of sticks they have in this place." Athon sighed, rolling his head sideways on the soft metal.



...Rin
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Why so serious?
The glass it seemed, was only put out for humour rather then an offering as it had immeditly crumbled away when Athon asked for a glass. The bottle too had disappeared and the Angel had it's Rifle in its hand again. Albadon got up from his throne and siad in a rather bored voice "If we must..." before taking on the form of a human male. Or atleast assumed to be human as his face continued to be obscured by shadows. Albadon then said over his shoulder to his follower "If anyone comes calling for us let me know immeditaly and we will return in an instant." The angel gave a twisted hissing sound in response that vaugly sounded like a "yesssss massssster." but it was impossible to tell. Albadon then turned to Athon and said "So are you planning to drag me out to some luxuorious Penthouses or a hotel or casino? If so I'd rather spend time on my own in this city, hopfully some pitiful new god would love to attempt to make a name for itself by attacking the great God of Chaos, I'm biggening to get a little peckish."

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What Albadon looks like at the moment.
Yes I really like prototype.
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Athon laughed, smiling. "Penthouse suite? The only thing close to that here is my little hut. If, of course, you wish to go out on your own... By all means, please. I think I may go stir up some trouble, just to do something myself." Standing and yawning, he pulled out the polestaff, still impaled into the rodent. Wiping it off, he slid it up, and placed it in his pocket. Moving the strange.... door, he smiled and waved to Albadon. "See you when I see you; if you need me, I'm sure you can think of something to find me." Grinning, he left without waiting to see what Albadon would say, as lightning flashed over again.

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The sound of falling rain was all that could be heard. The weather was usually hot, and dry, but this sudden cold rain was a strange turn of events. As it seeped into the homes of some, and gathered itself on the roofs of others, the water was virtually everywhere. In this dark, cold, and wet night, a single hooded figure walked the streets, his sword barely visible in the blackness, as they both were of equal color.
Down a rather dark hall way, a small child screamed. A large figure was barely visible in the glow of a burning torch that the child held. The figure, likely a man in his thirties, was large and heavily built. His evil grin was made more menacing by the flamelight, and his knife flickered in between visibility in the failing torch.
(Translated into English for RP use :happy: )"Ye'r, li'l boy, wat ye'r goch chere, eh? Sum'n for ye'r ol' pall, righ'? Hhehurhehehr!" The man chuckled, staring greedily at the pouch of change, dangling from the small boy's wrist. "Nu, nu! 'S jus' change from ma mu'm, sir!" At this, a selfish shiver went through the cruel human. "Ooohh, really? Ner why dun you jus' be handin' that ovur ter me then?" he almost breathed, unable to contain his excitement.
"Nu! Mu'm saved fer weeks fer t'is! We jus' need to buy me sum furd!" the child cried, bursting into tears and hiding the bag behind him. "Listen ter me yur snivle' brat! Give it tur me, 'er I'll be cuttin' it off yur wrist!!" The man raised his knife in an unpracticed fashion, sloshing through the wet and muddy ground towards the boy.

A faint click was heard behind him. Surprised, he swiveled around; his nose becoming a mere two inches or so from the end of a queer looking gun. His bloodshot eyes followed the gun to a gloved hand... then an arm, followed by a torso, and eventually to a hooded face, with only a greedy smile able to be seen in the little light. "Errr....." Was all the man could say. Athon's face was lit up slightly more, as he raised his head to the boy. Holding out one hand, he beckoned to him. Terrified for his life, the boy just stared. With a slight flinch, the God looked back at the man. "Dealing with mortals like yourself is a fun way to pass the time. I haven't shot my gun in a while... So if you run now, you may just get away." Under his hood, his eyes were a redish violet. Though nothing but his mouth could be seen, and all his face was black, his eyes burned the strange color under the hood, wide with a mildly contained greed.
This was enough for the mugger. After a few surprised grunts, he turn and ran. Athon, his eyes following him, pulled the trigger. Though not visible to the human eye, a small ball of energy, red and violet in color, flew from the end of the gun, and planted itself into the base of the skull, on the fleeing man. He flipped over twice, landing on his face, his arms erupting in flames from the energy; paralyzed. Perhaps a bit of overkill, but the God of Smithing was out for fun, not preparing for a fight.
His boots sloshing in the mud, Athon walked pasted the boy, who sat still, horrified. Bending down next to the burning man, the mugger's eyes were still open, his breathing quick and painful. As his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and before darkness took over him, he saw Athon's greedy eyes, though less lustful, glaring at him. His hair hung out, partly lit, as he leaned over the mugger, and whispered, "Rest, now. I will have need of your flesh, perhaps, one day."
It was silent, after this. The little boy stood, staring at his savior. Athon glanced at him, his eyes warning and hateful. Without a word, the boy ran off in the opposite direction. As he did so, the mugger's body melted into the ground, and his body pulled apart by the earth, and soaking into the rich minerals that would likely one day be used by Athon Grayshield, the God of Smithing.


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Why so serious?
Albadon was not happy at how Athon had up and vanished. Fumming and muttering curses in every tounge he could think of he stormed out the rusty hut, his angels waiting behind him. With hands in both pockets he hunched over to protect his *face* from the rain he started jogging towards the city. On his way he ran past some kid yet he took no notice. Eventually he caught up with Athon who was standing around looking at the ground probably contemplating how to turn it into a giant gun that shoots guns Albadon thought as he jogged up to Athon. Once close he muttered "Damnit I wasn't being serious. I have not had a single night of 'fun' in bloody forever because every! Bloody! Time I try to do anything grandiose those blasted new gods keep charging in wanting a slice! Now since they have so kindly decieded to sit in one spot I can finaly do something, maybe build up an army that will make our lives easier."

OOC: Sorry, can't think of anything for my character to do. You don't mind do you Rin?
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((OOC Not at all.))

His only reply was raising his gun, a quite click as it loaded a new round into the chamber. Ignoring the shifting Angels, Athon looked up, the lustful glow still in his eyes. When he saw who it was, it vanished in an instant, as his eyes returned to their old cheery look. Placing the gun in a hidden holster inside his coat, he smiled at Albadon. "Oh! Hey there. Sorry about running out on you. I had a bit of... desire, to go do something." He chuckled, lifting his head slightly. Leaning closer to Albadon's... face, or where he guessed it was, he muttered in a seductive voice, "Oh...? You wish to hang out with Mr. Grayshield, do you? Well then, mighty god of Chaos, lets go find you some more mindless slaves." He grinned at him, leaping back and against the wall of the ally, proceeding to leap up onto the roof of the building, and disappearing over it.
"Keep up if you can, old man!" A voice cried, raising over the pit-pat of the rain, just as thunder rolled through the city.

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Unaware if he was being followed, Athon glided from one roof top, to the tops of little huts, until he eventually reached the actual town of Pretoria; not the small slum outside of the large city. Several sky scrapers rose into the sky, accompanied by smaller office buildings. It was like being back in New York, only smaller...

Atop one of the office buildings, the rain lightly beat the roof of it. Grayshield, smiling at the city, sat down, heedless of the rain rolling down the sloped roof.




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Why so serious?
OOC: wat Also the angels were left behind.

Albadon gave a blank stare, not entirely sure how to respond to Athon. Albadon decieded though its best to ignore it and continue on and follow Athon.

OOC: Yes I'm stumped on what to write.
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The rain slowly began to let up; the sun showing its face in the clouds. Athon sat on the office building, staring at the puddles of rain on the roof. "So... where would you like to start looking for your next slave?" he asked, his voice expressionless, and his face hidden in the brightening light. "Whatever. Just hurry, though. I'm feeling very itchy, and I'd like to go kill a New God or two." After that, he said nothing, just simply stared at the puddles.



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Thanatos, having grown throughly bored with waiting for the other new gods goes out to the nearest prison and begins to torture the inmates slated for death or who were rapists. How ironic, he thought, a moral torturerer. He then goes to the town to hunt down some fun.
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Grayshield flinched. He had been waiting with no results, for that damned God. With the let up of rain, the sun quickly began to dry up the puddles. They hardly rippled as Athon ran through them, his reflection a simple blur to any who may have saw it. Being a God of any kind had its physical advantages.

Eventually, the God of Smithing returned to his little hut. Still no Chaos God. Throwing aside the "door", he dragged his bike out of the hut. Without bothering to replace the metal sheet of a door, he took off towards Cape Town. He was sick of all this waiting(cough).

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Puddles flew up past the bike, as it plowed through them, without slowing down in the slightest. After entering the town, Athon had circled around blocks many times, looking for the New Gods, or any sign of them. He hadn't seen any. With a flinch, he realized how much he probably stuck out. Riding around in a coat in a incredibly expensive looking bike wasn't the best cover.
"Maybe it'll get the New Gods to come to me, at least..." he muttered, blowing through a red light. The sun reflected off his bike, illuminating him like an angry beam as he sped down the streets.


...Rin
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(OOC: Hooray, your first update!)

"Nope, just one nuisance." Aeron said. Some of the water from the ground was lifted up, and the vague shape of feet and shins appeared, the rest was filled in by dust that was obviously not from the area. No distinguishing features, just roughly human. "So builder Athong's lookin' fer some action huh? I guess ya gonna have ta wait a little longer bub. 'Cuz I gots me a message and I has got ta tell." He said, then chuckled. He made a sound like clearing his thought, even though he didn't have one at the moment. Then in a much lower tone than before, in a voice belonging to someone else, he spoke. "I implore ye old gods to convene at what is now known as Easter Island. I have uncovered a secret that could give us the much required advantage we need to survive this war. I do not trust Aeron to not overspeak the specifics what it is in the event a usurper is nearby" Aeron finished, and then his voice returned to it's normal tone. "Yep dat's about it. I might'a got some mixed up, but dat's da message. It's from one o' da Neptuners. Yeah, and I know Albadumb's in da area so tell 'im too. I dun got much time, I still gots ta find Jesus, bastard was in a hotel in Vegas when I caught up ter 'im, then he took off fasta' dan da wind. And I should know!" Aeron laughed once more, and then dissipated, a gale tore through the town for an instant, and then was gone.
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An indignant snort came from beside Athon the moment Aeron had left. "Albadumb, we'll see who's dumb when I shove my foot so far up his..." Albadon had appeared beside Athon and was keeping pace with his Bike and was back in his original Grim Reaper outfit, his wings extended from his back but not flapping with his two guards circling above. "Oh and thank you for forcing me to follow your ass all the way out here just so I can find out that the bloody message was that it was pointless to be here in the first place!" Albadon seethed and momentarily accelerated, went past Athon then returned to following the bike "Well I'm off to tear that old windbag a new one where his bloody brain should be for wasting my time. You better hurry up and get there in the next 24 hours or I swear I'll reconsider not showing what happens to those who think that they can escape from me." And with that threat Albadon and his Angels disappeared...

Then reappeared several kilometers above Easter Island. Then, at the top of his lungs Albadon bellowed "AERON! ARE YOU DONE FLYING KITES AND WASTING MY TIME OR ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME WHY I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED?!"

OOC: Sorry if this offended anyone, trying to keep in character.
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One thing went through Athon's head. Shit.

The god of Chaos beat him. No matter how hard he tried; as in literally having his plane land on a hard strech of land rather then wait in an airport; he wasn't able to beat him. So, on that damned Easter Island; who's faces were carved by some ancient human before Athon's time; he stood next to the God of Chaos, with an angry face on. "So what the hell are we doing here?" he muttered, shifing his feet. The nearby sea bothered him. Rocks sank. He was a rock. In a way. He shivered, staring out at the sea.


...Rin
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Light. From everywhere erupts light. At first it is white, and continues on in this pure form until it encounters a colossal prism, composed of distorted space, a prism in many dimensions. Colors emerged, colors of all types, a few that human beings could see and many that they could not. Spectrums, free of all worldly bonds; they are chaotic, vibrant, spewing themselves in every direction known and several directions that have never been traversed before. Then structure is inserted into their fabric. They rejoin the universal construct.

Shapes are formed, created as the colors and lights take on new forms, blending into completely different states of existence. Shapes that cannot be, but are. They follow strange rules of geometry, rules from other universes and dimensions. Some of these dimensions are created for only a minuscule fraction of a second, then are deleted in the cosmic fabric.

Eventually, a giant, equilateral Penrose Triangle forms in the air--a shape that is impossible but at least humanly comprehensible. It is balanced between hundreds of dimensions; it only appears as a Penrose Triangle in the humans' three.

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The distorted triangle rushes beyond the speed of light, composed of foreign, unknown particles. It arrives at Earth, moving so fast--and made of such an alien form of matter--that the three dimensional structures of the atmosphere are not affected at all.

In an amount of time too short to be measured, South Africa is reached. Each edge of the triangle is now about a meter in length. It is very hard to see the shape in the night's blackness, and though it is moving more slowly now, it still races past bystanders so quickly they barely notice movement at all.

It stops in front of a shadowy looking man emerging from an old prison, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Not his own blood. His face was screwed up with emotions, but the Architect was very bad at understanding emotions; what was he feeling right now? He knew the emotions' names, but that was all.

And the triangle spoke: "Thantos, what news is there of the Old Gods' movements? I have been traveling far away from this world, and am not... caught up on the news."
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The wind whipped around the island. Athon, standing in his coat, ignored it as it tossed his shaggy hair about. This was boring. "Hey. You going to say something? Why the hell are we here?" He muttered to the Chaos God, next to him. Assuming there wouldn't be a response, he tried yelling into the sky. "HEY! THE 'ELL WE HERE FOR?! CAN'T I GO KICK A NEW GOD'S ASS INSTEAD?!" He was likely near them, before that damn annoying little flying feathershoes floated down to them on his sissy feet to tell them to go on the opposite side of the world. And Grayshield's plane had ended up popping a tire on the landing, then the boat he went on to this damned island sprung a leak, then on top of that, there was a storm coming.

As it howled through the silent statues, the wind curved around and around in visible patterns. Well, visible to gods, that is. Staring at it blankly, Athon muttered curses of all kinds to the gods. He hated having to do what they said, and he hated having to deal with the other less-social gods at the same time as that. When this was all over, someone was going to get their ass handed to them on a platter made of the iron in their own blood.


...Rin
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"News huh. Well sorry, nobody showed up, got no news, and I haven't seen any old-god fuckers quite yet. Now, I believe I"m going to go spend some more time back at Cape town and hope that whoever summoned us is gonna show up and tell us what they needed." With that Thanatos begins to walk back to his original position.
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The Architect follows. He could travel instantaneously to their destination, but decides that Thantos might not appreciate being dropped through an inter-dimensional doorway without prior notice. Instead, he moves at the same pace as his fellow New God.

As he does so, he begins to change into a human form, but not an entirely realistic one. It is the perfect model of a human being, the sort seen in ancient Greek sculptures or Russian communist statues. Idealist.

The strangely unnatural man follows the similarly unnatural Thantos into Cape Town in silence.
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Why so serious?
OOC: So is this RPG dead or...?
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(OOC: Didn't really get anyone into in the first place. I liked it, but, apparently that wasn't enough.))

...Rin
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I don't want it to be dead- so I'll put it in suspended animation. Until we get a few more people in and playing, more than 2 people on each side, I'll put it on hold. You can help by getting your friends to join...

Until then, I think I'm gonna get the aid of a moderator to TEMPORARILY close this topic.
Edited by Chrome, Oct 4 2009, 07:35 PM.
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