"I am your creator." Yelled the armoured man, looking at Emrys. "i am suprised with you being humble, though I know I am your creator."
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"I am your creator." Yelled the armoured man, looking at Emrys. "i am suprised with you being humble, though I know I am your creator."
There is a thunderclap and ___ reappears, as if he knew the precise moment Xankul's conversation ended.
Xankul reappears in the Godly plane
H
H appears on the plane. He wanders around, then finds a comfortable looking toppled seat, topples it back straight and sits down in it.
H
"The creator, eh? Can't say I'm surprised. So, tell me, why?"
H moves up, and goes up to the god.
"I understand you were the one to teach my people, ___"
Xankul reappears. This time he begins to animate the chairs/tables to block the doors ,then goes back to the mortal plane.
"Greetings, ___. I thank you for the gift you gave my people. You will surely have a place in their pantheon."
He pauses and looks at ___
"I have only one request, would you mind teaching my people the lore of writing as well? And perhaps, this time, mind my mirrors?"
He smiles, then looking towards the ruckus caused by Xankul, he speaks again.
"Someone blocked the doors again, could you help me clear them?"
"Chairs, tables, move! The god's command you!"
The chairs and tables move out of the way. two gods impressed them more than one. Besides, they had been created to serve the gods and be sat on by them, not to obstruct them.
"I'll grant your people writing, new god. All I will ask in return is some worship of them. Tell me, god, what is your name?"
H
The god motions towards the door leading to the mortal plane. He turns around, then bows his head slightly towards ___.
"It is agreeable then. I shall make room for a pantheon and you shall have a place there."
"I'll grant your people writing, new god. All I will ask in return is some worship of them. Tell me, god, what is your name?"
He smiles.
"My name is H, it is was a pleasure making your acquaintance, ___."
And with that, he returns to the world.
Xankul looks angrily at the cowering tables and moves them back into place.
Then he casts Blade Barrier over the doors and looks pleased with himself.
He sits and watches.
Emrys appears sitting in his chair. Looking over at Xankul, he shakes his head at him.
"So yet again, you act like a child...why is this, do you seek attention? Do you want something from all the others that you cannot get without behaveing like this? Do you wish the other gods respsect, because I believe that will be easy to obtain once you act like an adult and not a child."
Adoxin smiled at this revelation,
"You are clearly a creationist, akin to ourselves. Have you shared your power, or merely created your power within us? What part are we of your puzzle? Where do we fit? I'm sure you are prepared for these questions. After all it is to rely on omniscience if not omnipotence."
Adoxin awaited this armoured figures reply.
"I too am curious. What is our purpose? What plans do you have for us?" Nosferatu inquires, still wondering if what this armored man says is true.
It has no reason to lie to us, and I can sense his power from here. Is he truly our creator?
"Might I offer you some place to sit?" Nosferatu offers to the armored figure.
"Ah those are questions you must find the answers of in yourself." Said the armoured man as he sat down.
... In a badly lit room the flickering shadows created by some candles seem to take life. They slowly and eerily creep towards the middle of the room and start to create a indistinguishable form. I wakes up from the darkness and looks onto the chaotic mess of the room, not what she expected, but then again comformity was never something she liked.
She gets out of the room and leaves for the mortal world, remembering she had someone she needed to speak with...
Adoxin merely nodded, and spoke.
"You appear to have no purpose of your arrival than to state your existence, and your status. I fear humility does not escape you, it fills me with woe that we are at the hands of an imperfect superior. I hope for entropy in this atrophied state of play."
The armoured man blinks. "i am here to allow you to spread your minds, my creations."
Adoxin lowered his head in acknowledgement, and to take his leave.
"Then we shall see if your purpose, and hence your goals, come to fruition."
He turned and left the armoured man. He had much to observe, not in the corporeal, but in his realm.
(I posted in the recruitment thread, and I think I'm doing this right...)
The door has a picture of a dinosaur on it, and on the other side of the room is a rack of testubes. Szilardasaur looks at the pretty colors for a while and then looks at the world to create something.
"You mean you don't know? Hmpf. And how do you fit into us spreading our minds? It seems we can do that by ourselves. It seems you are only here to spread the seeds of betrayal, distrust. I mean no insult, I merely analyse your words. It is my nature, I can not help it. Then again, you should know that, as you are my creator, aren't you?"
___ grabbed one of the talking chairs and dragged it to his room.
"You shall get what you wish for so deeply, instrument, you shall be sat on, as I write"
"I know but you would not understand it if I told you."
Szilardasaur grabs a talking chair and a table to put in his room.