[center] [img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/db5fbe56-1a70-4ebd-bb9c-42cc72afd124/ddc5bm0-52f6cbe8-4926-4a26-acda-073372af3464.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2RiNWZiZTU2LTFhNzAtNGViZC1iYjljLTQyY2M3MmFmZDEyNFwvZGRjNWJtMC01MmY2Y2JlOC00OTI2LTRhMjYtYWNkYS0wNzMzNzJhZjM0NjQucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.jr2B-FknPRW6aEiUD_3RBHLbPK9S9lY7Kki1c5t530A[/img] [h2]Li’Kalla Lithókóllēs[/h2] Goddess of Rain MP 19 FP 8 and some architect dude[/center] [hr] It- She. She was dead. Definitely. One hundred percent dead. She had died six times over. Six times! Or had she? She couldn’t have, as the splitting pain she felt inside her skull showed her otherwise. She saw black, she felt nothing but chills, cold sweat and that terrible brainpain. Then feeling came back slowly, and her throat was burning and every single organ inside her body felt on fire and as if they had just been shredded and sewn back together. On her hands and knees she was, until her arms buckled and she had to support herself on her elbows, and she felt her forearms come into contact with a warm liquid. She could smell now, and it wasn’t pleasant. A gag escaped her mouth, but nothing came up from her stomach. It smelled acrid, corrosive, and like something had died and had been a feast for bacteria for at least a week. Maybe herself? No. Her sight came back, and with it she finally recognized what she was on top of. A lukewarm puddle of bodily fluids of all kinds. Sticky and non-sticky alike, vital and non-vital. There was lots of blood, of course, as well as what seemed to be vomit and… water. She racked her brain for information. Nothing came up, of course, so she nodded her head with a small “Hm,” and pushed her torso up so she’d be sitting on her ankles. Weak as she was, she could manage that. She couldn’t see much around her, as it was dark, and yet she could still [i]see[/i] everything. A large statue of a cyclops sat down in a humongous throne (it was a rather lame excuse for a throne, she thought, very plain-looking), its one eye seeming to stare directly at her, traces of pure, unadulterated Divine energy dancing across its fingertips. [color=turquoise]“Ah… Hey, what’s me?”[/color] She asked the statue, and after a second of silence, a subtle flow of rainwater washed away the filth coating her body, [color=turquoise]“... That’s better. Also, what is me? What am I?”[/color] The unnaturally large pupil of the statue audibly contracted a hand's width. A voice filled every space in the empty air with two slow words. [color=lightblue][i]"Li'Kalla Lithókóllēs."[/i][/color] The message sprung together memories only halfway through its dictum. Too much was new and unknown. [color=lightblue][i]"There is no novelty in your flesh [sup]excepting its arrangement[/sup]."[/i][/color] With that, the great eye relaxed. Li’Kalla looked at her body and furrowed her brow, noticing tiny, minuscule cracks filled in with cement going along its form. Each of the cracks throbbed with foreign energy and they felt more like bindings than anything else. [color=turquoise]”Li’Kalla… Hey, I can’t really be that pathetic girl. I’m not the kind of girl who’d enjoy being stepped on. As the god of gods or whatever, give me my real memories now, alright? It’s not the time for jokes,”[/color] She sighed and shook her head, stealing a glance at the puddle beneath and around her, her nose scrunching up in disgust, [color=turquoise]”I just threw up tons of blood, and probably did some nastier things as well that you’re very kindly not mentioning, so… No jokes.”[/color] She frowned and looked away, crossing her arms. The statue remained still as a sarcophagus. The feeling of the eye tracing every single hint of movement down to the twitching of Li'Kalla's fingers did not line up. [color=lightblue][i]"You do not require them,"[/i][/color] the room-filling voice stated. [color=lightblue][i]"Create new memories, if you are compelled to have them. Your purpose is unfulfilled."[/i][/color] Li’Kalla didn’t like this. She huffed and sneaked glances at the vast empty hallway. Why did he have to show off so much? Having your voice come from everywhere at once was so unnecessary! [color=turquoise]”And what’s that, if I may ask? I can’t fulfill a purpose I don’t know about, God-dad.”[/color] It was almost more surprising to hear the grinding of stone off to Li'Kalla's left. A disturbance put little shuddering waves in the water around its source. A pale shape refracted by the water broke the surface, parting sheets of water off its flat upper-side. A familiar crystal platform slowed to a stop near enough for Li'Kalla to step upon. [color=lightblue][i]"To use the power you are bestowed."[/i][/color] [color=turquoise]”Ah, makes sense.”[/color] Li’Kalla relaxed and stood up, then quietly floated onto the crystal platform. She stood there for a moment before turning to the mess she’d made while getting remade and stretching her hand towards it. It was all gathered in a sphere in the air and, with a snap of her fingers, disappeared. [color=turquoise]”There you go! Did you like that? Now you don’t need to hire a servant. Now, take me to Orvus and Silver’s farm.”[/color] The statue sat facing Li'Kalla without having moved. The voice of the Architect said nothing. The crystal, slowly ascending, found the ceiling of the dark chamber parting as it had long ago. Li'Kalla found herself out in the space between spheres. The barrier loomed behind her, and the distant sphere of Galbar shone with the reflected light of Heliopolis. [color=turquoise][i]’I guess some of those memories might be true. They might be mine…’[/i][/color] The new goddess Li’Kalla thought, sitting down with her legs dangling off the edge of the crystal. [color=turquoise][i]’... I can’t believe I would let myself get bedded by a woman though. She was nice but, I mean, ugh. What’s the point of that?’[/i][/color] The crystal slowed to a stop, though not to give time to admire the view. Her navel itched and when she went to scratch it, she felt a gritty powder fall between her fingers. Looking down showed the tiny fissures in her arms, legs, and torso growing and crackling like broken stone. An immediate loss of feeling took over her body. Paralysed, she could only watch wide-eyed as the gaps grew wider and wider. The scrape and movement travelled up her bones. Her leg fell free from her upper thigh and floated gently away into the space before her. Two fingers gently took their own path in another direction. The arm she saw broke into three more pieces between clouds of dust like a weightless shattered vase in just the same moment that her vision began to bank clockwise. She was unable to stop her movement with half her chest and head floating away from the rest of her body. One more stony noise rang in her ears for just an instant before a dark shape came across her vision. Turning to face her was a quarter of her own head, a shock of her hair flagging and her own terrified eye staring back at her. Then the pieces stopped. As if time took itself in reverse, her body clicked back together, down to the last grain of dust. The fissures shrank and sealed to their near-perfect flush texture in a matter of seconds. [color=lightblue][i]"A gift [sub]of one memory[/sub] from before. Take care with your words in case more of them are answered."[/i][/color] The voice ended with Li'Kalla being able to move once more, gasping for breath she didn’t actually need, with eyes as wide as they’d open and pupils like pinpricks. The crystal continued on its way down to the blue marble in the distance. [color=turquoise]”... That’s one stone-cold memory. Yeah, I don’t think I want to find out anything else for now.”[/color] [hider='Cement' doesn't have the same ring to it. Shut up, Vec] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wX-eOYV0j4A]So…[/url] Goddess Li’Kalla finds herself weak and remade in a new, foreign body with a spunkier attitude. She has only a few memories and finds out her purpose is to use her power. The Architect gives her a crystal to ride back to Galbar, but on her way back he shows her a little bit of what it would feel to regain all her memories. After the lesson, she realizes it may not be wise to dig too deep into her own past, and so she heads to Galbar in silence. [/hider]