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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/27/2016 10:58:10 PM
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[i][b]"Child... you dabble in the works of gods." [/b]
The voice seemed to come from the shadows that twisted in her perifrial vision.it was a singular voice made of many that purred as much as it growled.
[b]"We can help you if you but only accept us as the unavoidable truth."[/b][/i]
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She let a out a sigh. Trying to get a clear view of the individual speaking. "Alright so what am I dealing with? Some otherworldly demon? Strange alien? A ghost?"
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[i][b]"We are the Princes favored children. The very embodiment of perfection of sensation, the bliss of damnation and Blight of salvation."[/b][/i] Serpentine shadows seem to coil out thin air in the light only to become intertwining coils of emerald light. They appear to focus on a form that refuses to form. Unintelligible whispers can be heard over the faint tune of music that makes her hair stand on edge. [b][i]"Tell us child, what you desire and we shall make it so. All you must do is see us as reality."[/i][/b]
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 12/28/2016 9:31:54 AMShe scans the creature hoping to analyze it on one of the many sensors on her eyepatch. "Wonder if this is a hallucination from the serum... alright so let's just say I'm not tripping on DNA stabilizers and your actually here. I'm guessing you have some kind of fee in mind for my wildest dreams to come true or something like that. Like for starts define this whole let see you as reality thing"
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The creature defies definition across the board with only trace signitures as the coils of light come into larger configurations as you continue to talk "You deem us as unreal yet converse with us as a reality, what a delightful sense of pardox." The creature purrs as it develops a more singular voice. "Tell me child what kind of bliss is it that you seek. What deprivation of the norm is it that you seek in the pursuit of perfection?"
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"Ehh, once you watch a God undergo a live dissection nothing really phases you. Interesting anatomy though class though. I'd say it would be nice to manage my abilities without needed drugs or gear but eh. No biggie"
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"You speak of false gods and pretenders. There is no form or shape to beings that define the untruth LF those behind the veil." The emerald lights turn darker crimson and the purr turned to more of a hiss. "You flaunt of the powers of the false and unclean and spit in the face of my masters blessing like that of one that rejects the embrace of perfection for that of frail mortality."
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 12/29/2016 12:06:20 PM"Huh, usually I just get called an blasphemous ahorration to nature by things claiming to be some sort of divinity. Anyways I don't typically dab into stuff like this." She opens her door and pokes her head in. "Hey Victor, your into the dark and mysterious right?" A tall pale man wearing a robe and mask emerges from her house. His hair showed age but his presence seemed to display an unusual sense of power. "I prefer to call it, a thirst for the unknown but yes... I understand" The man's gaze could be felt though his mask as he peered through it upon the being.
