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Diaphane was ended, crushed out of existence much as she had been wrought into it- In a flow of blood. Of her eggs, Jvan knew, some had survived to scatter over the surface of Galbar, where she hoped that the Elementals would be surprised to find her children tenacious, and eager to cast their spawn to the winds. Luckiest was the one whose plight she had heard and soothed and borne into the fragments of Galbar's ring. There it may stay, and proliferate in peace.

The first, perhaps, of much migration into this world from Other flesh. 

Vestec's glittery doing in the skies beckoned for further touches. [i][color=9e0b0f]Too long I have relegated my art to mundanity. Grounded things, derivative of the works of others.[/color][/i] Galbar was beautiful but there were places beyond. Diaphane may have been wrought of necessity, but she was nonetheless the final cue, upon which Jvan would wait no longer.  Zephyrion's castle of the air had its place, his children theirs. For the system they had established to become broader, more dynamic, it had to expand.

Perfectus had disappeared into the errorsome Gap. Now it was time to reverse the loss.

The Horrorsome Engineer curled into herself, folding the tidy flesh of her form until splinters of underlying frameworks pierced the distorted surface. Burrowing into her own fog, groping in the ever-churning chambers for traces of that which she had secreted away long ago, Jvan forced her awareness into the Gap, ballooning her flesh into the overstretched bottleneck. The Other had waited for her since the time of the pre-world and it waited still, a hot, glorious mess of shudders in the shadows.

[color=9e0b0f][i]Oh... How you've grown.[/i][/color]

Other-forms slithered between minuscule vacuoles of not-space, the scattered nature of their forms no detraction from their magnitude. Jvan felt their weightless clinging, spreading like mould into every inch of her body. It stung her. Like mire-sludge itches upon skin as it dries, it stung her.

Gods had built the universe to accommodate them. This place was their amalgamated failure, their conflict, mistakes and flaws that all attempts to heal had only scarred over. Divine trash shunted aside by all but the fool, the Child God who had blessed it with life and stability and now stood under the reckoning of her choices.

[color=9e0b0f][i]Yield![/i][/color]

It did not.

The Other stung her, and it fed. Jvan bloated further and further into the silent hybrid of Vowzra's sabotage and her own words, but the living being took after its illegitimate father and its emaciating bite became a tear. Layer by layer of manifold flesh shrivelled and peeled away into the lightlessness, ravenous in isolation of aeons. She pushed on, constructing greater and greater swathes of her body into the fractured crevice but her spawn only consumed. A shivering warmth seized the goddess and the edge of her perception became a nauseous blur.

[i][color=9e0b0f]I am... Losing myself. My child, my child, what has the Viceregent done to you? Why must you slay your own?[/color][/i]

Beneath the waters of the Fractal Sea, a convulsive wave spread, as Jvan's cathedral body began to sag over disappearing foundations. Push became a pull, and then a tug of war.

[i][color=9e0b0f]No![/color][/i]

But the fever-dream was far from breaking.

Other-flora seethed over her, into her, and only the heat of her whirring core scorched the tip of its advancement enough to hold it from leeching into Galbar. The corpulent God sagged on the horizon like a spilled bladder, consuming itself, sacrificing its exterior to fuel the engines that stood bastion to the parasite growing within. Flesh ate flesh ate flesh, as is its way.

No resistance could hold back the encroaching sprawl, until, deep within Jvan's cavity, the creeping Other found something hard amidst the softness. Old, buried under the new.

White, within the grey.

[color=palegoldenrod][b]Clink.[/b][/color]

As its enclosing scar toppled and fell away into Jvan's ardent resistance, a delicately balanced shard of perfection was flung free into the violence. Uncompromising. The porcelain shrapnel cut and sliced through god and anomaly alike, annihilating the Other and searing the Jvan's vaulted shape until it sloughed and rose anew. Fresh, and perfect.

Order seized Jvan, purging its bile and snapping its body into sleek concentric spirals that stood immovable and jagged against the waltz of error. From the wounds of the shard, symmetry spread in a single pulse that left the arches of Jvan's body quivering with tension and the Other seared away into the impermeable grey fog; And the wave of order swept on, echoing deep into the Gap, shining a carmine glow that carried a hale voice.

[b][s][color=9e0b0f]"E N O U G H !"[/color][/s][/b]

The familiar, dim red light of Jvan's control resonated deep into the fracture, wresting the Other back on its own spine until it cracked and splintered and collapsed, mangled, before her.

[color=9e0b0f]"I am All-Beauty! Artist of the every seam from which you spilled! Engineer of the flesh with which you breathe! I am the Key, who opened this gate, and I am the Bastion that shall hold it closed! I alone am the Other God, and [i]none shall deny me my domain![/i]"[/color]

And the fracture yielded before her.

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From a million negligible vacuoles, from false starts and erroneous calculations, did the will of Jvan coalesce. She whirled into the fragmented space and buttressed it with her bones, supported it on pillars of her back, drawing together a great swathe of what had been splintered since the dawn of time. The bubbles and cracks of the Gap balanced against one another at her command, clearing a great cavity around which she and the Other curled in a symbiosis only the Horrorsome Engineer could design.

From her firstborn's body she began to weave a new structure, and she did it thus.

Starting at a single point, Jvan created two materials in the darkness. One supple, and translucent, a near-white pink, and the other flexible but firm, pale beige, like faintly yellowed porcelain. The latter material she extended into a long, segmented cord, and, twisting gravity, caused it to curve in a half-circle. She wrapped this in the soft material as her awareness moved from the first point along the curled shape, enclosing the narrow tube for maybe a quarter of its length.

There she extended two spines of the harder substance into the arc formed by the narrow tunnel, side by side, and from each one another such rod at a tight angle from the end of the first, facing towards the starting-point. These too she enclosed in the soft fabric. Thus Jvan propped up the thing against the external gravity holding it in place.

She then created the core of the thing, and for this purpose she created a third material, a dark carmine substance the colour of her own voice. Jvan formed it into an orb and implanted it, too, upon the inner arc of the thing, where it swelled and collapsed rhythmically. This core she protected with two inwards-curving fences of parallel spines, extending from opposite sides of the thin tunnel and composed of the same hard, pale material. Each fence guarded one side of the orb, and she enclosed all this in the translucent substance, covering the rigid tube to a two-thirds of its length. And from the layer of softness encasing the fences and their precious cargo, she extended a long, long tube of the same material, and implanted it into herself, so that she would always draw energy from this Other-machine, and it from her.

Three-quarters of the way up the arc, she extended two more struts, this time bent towards supporting the furthermost end of the arc, opposite the first pair. Enclosing this in soft material, Jvan finally produced a hollow orb of the hard material, into which the segmented tube lead. In this space she allowed unadulterated Other-flesh to curl up and rest, and left in the ball two portals through which it would be eternally connected to the Gap. This far end of the segmented tunnel she clothed in supple material, completing the thing.

[i][color=9e0b0f]It needs protection.[/color][/i]

Taking the entire, fused Gap cavity, and her own flesh that was within it, and the divine construct that was attached to it, Jvan excised this entire assembly from the rest of the Gap and held it within her physical body. Here she built around it a cocoon of kilometres-thick grey bone, in the simplest and strongest shape- A triangle, curved into a sleek three-dimensional fortress. At its two upwards points, she extended vast, curved horns, each several miles long, that did not taper into points but split into frayed, circular organs with which she could listen to the transmissions of all of her Sculptors, and sense the sounds of stirring from within the Gap. 

From its sides leading towards the third, downwards point, Jvan extended two rigid, thin stalks, and budded on each of them a living, growing battery of her Eyes. And at the third corner of the triangle she built a grey gate, a circular portal into the Gap-cavity within the fortress, wherein her living flesh received inspiration from the Other. When this great door opened, it opened only slightly, and with great strain, for this smoothly bulbous structure was the only entrance to the cavity and its fragile contents.

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The Ovaedis being done, Jvan migrated it slowly from within her to her uppermost surface. Slowly, moment by moment, its great horns rose into the sky, and the whole structure hovered slowly into orbit, joining the meteoroids of Galbar's ring.

And as it rose, a strange thing can, perhaps, be marked. Though the Gods of Galbar are weird and many, they are of one kind, arising from the word of one being. Certain traits resonate within them, and have been present since before they were conceived. Even All-Beauty, who rejects the shape and ways of her siblings, is not apart from the Divine Caste. Disguised as it is, in size and purpose, the Ovaedis follows a familiar form.

Indeed, it takes the shape of an embryo in utero. From its curved spine with extruding tailbone, to the thin bends of two arms and two legs, to the rounded skull and two small perforations that might be eyes; From the heart within two sets of ribs and the umbilicus coupling it to its mother; From the uterus holding it, complete with fallopial tubes, extruding ovaries, and single cervix, the Ovaedis of Jvan is, at once, divine and mortal.

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Jvan attempts to build herself into the Gap and finds that, thanks to Vowzra, the Other is more powerful than she expected. She falls deeply ill in her attempts to fight its influence.

One of the shards of Toun that was lost inside her in the beginning is knocked loose and becomes active, allowing her to force the Other into an orderly, perfect shape, using 1 Might and unlocking the portfolio of Geometry, which she'll later claim.

She builds a Holy Site using a conglomeration of pockets of anomalous space using 10 might, and sends it into orbit as part of Galbar's ring for another 1 Might.

The Holy Site is called the Ovaedis. You're gonna have to read the post for details on what it looks like. Its construction is set up to be a bit of a mystery with a twist at the end.

Then she takes a well-earned break.

[b]0 Might Remaining
0 Free Points Remaining
Level Four

3/3 Might used to unlock Beauty (Geometry)[/b]
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