[center] [img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/divinus-iii/images/f/f3/Book.png/revision/latest?cb=20190118181451[/img] [h1][color=DarkGray][b][u]Abanoc[/u][/b][/color][/h1] [/center] Weeks had passed since Abanoc and Mnemosyne started working towards restoring lost memories. Abanoc had been focusing more on it than on his task of monitoring Galbar and had to read the Archives every once in a while. But it was not all fruitless effort. The two had made quick progress and could theoretically reconstruct corrupt memories like in Eurysthenes’ case. It was all done based on the memory of that day the two gods met, but Abanoc’s memory of what he saw was crystal clear and second only to the real thing. [color=OldLace]“Master, I feel like we can reach our goal soon.”[/color] [color=DarkGray]“Unlikely. We have only just started to attain results.”[/color] [color=OldLace]“But we already deciphered the way to do so. If we focus just a bit more we can dispel this corruption before we know it.”[/color] [color=DarkGray]“Do not exert yourself, Mnemosyne. Though what we work with is a reproduction of reality, it still bears the same dangers as the original. I expected this to be a long project, we have no need for haste.”[/color] [color=OldLace]“And keep your siblings waiting? Don’t you want to heal their memories as soon as possible?”[/color] [color=DarkGray]“Yes, but not the cost of your health. Just as we work to dispel the fabricated the corruption, so could it harm yours or even my memory if we are careless.”[/color] [color=OldLace]“I understand, but I insist that we accelerate our pace. We don’t need to be careless on our work, but neither do we need to be as slow as we are.”[/color] Abanoc closed his eyes in thought. Indeed, they didn’t need to go at a snail’s pace, but Abanoc was hesitant since he was dealing with a still unknown force. [color=DarkGray]“So be it.”[/color] He opened his eyes to look where the muse’s eyes would be. [color=DarkGray]“Do not take unnecessary risks.”[/color] Abanoc held his hands near the sides of her head. Joined in thought, the two saw the same blackness that had taken over Eurysthenes’ mind. With their shared efforts the edges of a corrupt memory had started to flicker, but wasn’t clear yet. Mnemosyne approached the blackness and pushed her hand through the partially restored memories and into the corrupt. This was the method they had devised to break through the corruption. Mnemosyne would lay her hand upon or into the blackness and try to decipher what it once was then remake it. It wasn’t perfected yet, as seen by the flickering edges, but it was progress nonetheless. This time, however, Mnemosyne pushed her whole forearm in it. She gasped from the strain, but didn’t back away from it. [color=DarkGray]“Mnemosyne, do not go too far in. You cannot handle this much yet.”[/color] [color=OldLace]“I’ll be...fine. I just need to get used to it.”[/color] She kept her forearm inside the corrupt memories while adjusting to it. It was a few hours until she could maintain her concentration and work on rebuilding them. [color=OldLace]“I’ll now begin my work.”[/color] The muse announced. It was almost unnoticeable due to how slow it was, but the blackness receded. It would be another set of hours until Mnemosyne’s hand became visible. She had just made more progress in a day than in the past weeks of work. It had also been exhausting for the muse do so much so quickly and was breathing hard from the strain. [color=DarkGray]“Good results. But we cannot maintain this pace forever. Otherwise you will break down.”[/color] [color=OldLace]“I’m sorry. I didn’t think your sibling’s memory would be so difficult to interpret.”[/color] She said amid ragged breaths. Despite her state, however, she didn’t pull her arm out of the flickering memories. [color=DarkGray]“He is an enigma even for me. It is to be expected that his memories would be just as chaotic. Now, disconnect yourself from them. You have done more than enough for today.”[/color] [color=OldLace]“I… Huh? What’s this?”[/color] The flickering memories began to stabilize and reveal their contents in clarity. They flooded into both the muse and Abanoc’s mind. The chaos of Eurysthenes’ mind was theirs just for a moment, but Mnemosyne couldn’t stand it in her exhausted state. Sensing this, Abanoc tried to pull Mnemosyne’s consciousness back to the Observatory. Groaning as if in intense pain, her mask split open, revealing a mirror where the rest of her face would be. It shined in a bright light, blinding even Abanoc. When his sight recovered Mnemosyne was passed out in his arms and her mask was back in place. But something else was now present in the Observatory. An amalgamation of what seemed to be particles of clay was piled up next to them. It moved on its own at random intervals and amounts and eventually began to raise off the ground and took a vaguely columnar shape. [color=DarkGray]“What is this…?”[/color] Abanoc looked at the entity in bewilderment. The particles whipped wildly around the column until suddenly Abanoc was staring at a copy of himself, save for a glowing divine essence that only Abanoc’s deific eyes could discern. His copy stretched a crooked smile, tapping his chin with wonder in his newborn eyes. He slowly squinted, eyes too new and sensitive. The copy suddenly jerked, and with a heaving cough the particles blasted into a cloud of nothingness once more, only to be snapped back by an unseen force -- except now a copy of Mnemosyne stood in his place. With a slightly more delicate cough, she cleared her throat, “How,” The voice was an uncanny copy of Mnemosyne’s, “Well, this is an interesting turn of events, wouldn’t you say, Abanoc?”” Abanoc stared in silence at the shapeshifter, analysing its traits. [color=DarkGray][i]“Capable of imitating the body’s frame, complexity and voice. Composed of Eurysthenes’ memories and mine and Mnemosyne’s powers. And...the influence of a third god…”[/i][/color] He could sense that much, but not discern to which god that influence belonged to. [color=DarkGray]“What are you?”[/color] The copy looked around for a bit, as if analyzing the situation itself, “I...” It’s face changed to a new one, one of confused blinks and a widening smile of delight, “I am a god.” The rest of the body followed suit, taking the form of a rather plain and featureless humanoid. [color=DarkGray]“Composed from many sources and not as powerful as a true one, but a god you would seem to be.”[/color] Abanoc walked up the steps to lay Mnemosyne on his throne then walked back to ground level. [color=DarkGray]“What is your name and power that you represent?”[/color] “I like the sound of Yullian,” The godling suggested, changing to mimic the look of Abanoc once more, “Yes, Yullian will do just fine.” A copy of Abanoc’s voice assured. He held out a hand, “I am the patron of...” he held his palm open, “Organization, enlightenment, order.” Abanoc felt something was amiss about the reply, but couldn’t tell for sure due to Yullian’s own divine essence. Not only that, he also felt annoyed for having his form and voice copied in such a way. [color=DarkGray]“Pardon me if I mistrust your words. But regardless of that, What order do you intend to bring to Galbar?”[/color] Yullian held up a finger, as if asking for silence. A strained expression overtook his face and he scowled, “Forget about Galbar for one moment -- something in this very area is out of order.” He wagged a finger, “When was the last time you organized?” Abanoc narrowed his eyes in anticipation. [color=DarkGray]“Not too long ago.”[/color] “Show me--” Yullian cut themselves off, staring back at Abanoc’s squinted glare, “Oh!” The demigod slapped his own cheek, “I’m so sorry, you’re probably not very comfortable with me looking like... well you, huh?” [color=DarkGray]“I expect anyone to have a similar reaction to them being copied.”[/color] “Of course,” Yullian rubbed their face, a shade of embarrassment plastered across their visage, “Please, what would you feel more comfortable looking at? Can’t very well get this place organized with this in the way.” Abanoc sighed. [color=DarkGray]“You have a base form, even if it is featureless. Assume it.”[/color] “Anything for you,” Yullian grinned before suddenly erupting into a mess of particles. The slosh of divine pieces formed a neat pile on the floor, a mouth forming in the corner, “So how about you show me your previous organizations, I would very much love to get right to work!” [color=DarkGray]“Everything here is already where they should be. You altering anything is quite frankly unnecessary.”[/color] “Oh...” The voice was sad, “I see.” The mess of particles began to slowly slug up the stairs with an almost miserable aura. With a final slap, the pile of Yullian flopped by the great mirror of the observatory. It huffed for a moment before a small tendril of particles suddenly whipped out, ever so slightly changing the position of the magical mirror. “Ah-HA!” Yullian called out down the steps with renewed vigor, “I seem to have located what was out of order!” Abanoc looked at the mirror and found that its trajectory had been altered. And as if that wasn’t enough the new reflection was now the underside of his own clothing! That could be enough to embarrass even one as calm as Abanoc, or it would if his divine body reflected human anatomy. [color=DarkGray]“You! Not only do you waste my time, but you also interfere with my task of monitoring Galbar!”[/color] He showed the strongest display of emotion yet, a rage that wasn’t fit for his demeanor. With a motion of his hands the mirror returned to its original place and pulled Yullian back to the ground level. [color=DarkGray]“I tire of you. Begone from my domain, or I shall remove you myself.”[/color] “Certainly,” The pile quickly responded, flopping off the edge of the observatory, only to fall back down upon it, landing on Abanoc’s head in a sloppy ‘poof’. [color=DarkGray]“Tsk!”[/color] He grabbed hold of Yullian, keeping his form together with his power, and tossed him through the entrance. Taking a deep breath to calm down, Abanoc straightened himself up. [color=DarkGray]“I must restrain Mnemosyne next time she attempts to be so greedy.”[/color] He walked towards his Archive and revised its contents. As it was directly connected to the information displayed on the mirror the brief moment of shame that had just occurred was recorded. [color=DarkGray]“As annoying as that was, it still pains me somewhat to undo this…”[/color] He said with a sigh as he erased that piece of information from the Archive. [hr] The pile of particles whizzed for a brief moment before splattering all over the altar of the stone book. The blue of Galbar’s sky peered down and the gentle lapping of waves could be heard in the distance. A gull called and swooped down, pecking at the fine grains, but each peck saw the clump force itself back to the pile. Finally the particles exploded into a mist only to slap back together in the shape of an elven man -- taking the image from the handy bundle of knowledge he was born with. Yullian put his hands on his hips, “Well that wasn’t very fun at all--” He looked over at the now anxious gull, “--Well the mirror part was, of course.” He chuckled, “But to be just thrown out like that. Oh well, not like there was much to do up there anyways.” He paused, the gull simply staring at him. “You’re rather boring, did you know that?” The gull didn’t respond. “Speak.” The gull was silent. Yullian rubbed his chin and flicked a finger at the bird, a jump of purple lightning suddenly zapping it, its eyes dilating, “Bings and bangs and bungs, why don’t you go scream at the top of your lungs?” The gull went to call out, but the horrified screams of a woman erupted from its maw instead, startling both the bird and the surrounding wildlife. Yullian broke into a tearful laughter, “Go..” He said through a laugh, “Go on.. shoo.. go scream some more, that was great.” The gull took off, eyes wide with horror as it continued its orchestra of blood curdling screams, instilling shocks of varied emotions among the unwary. Yullian saluted the midday heliopolis from his eyes as he watched it fly off, a gentle grin on his lips. “It’s about time I find something really fun to do.” [hider=Summary] Abanoc and Mnemosyne have been working for a while in restoring Eurysthenes’ memories based on Abanoc’s knowledge of their state and have just started to get results. Mnemosyne feels confident that they’ll reach a breakthrough soon and convinces Abanoc to speed up the process a bit, although he’s a bit reluctant about it. They both get to work and this time Mnemosyne does the repairs more intensely, but she has a hard time at it. Several hours later they have good results and just as they’re about to call it a day Eurysthenes’ memories flood into their minds. Mnemosyne can’t handle the thought process and her mind overloads. This results is a demigod being birthed, Yullian, formed from Eurysthenes’ chaos and pieces of Vakk’s evil and Abanoc’s knowledge. The demigod shapeshifts into Abanoc and Mnemosyne’s forms and pulls a prank on the god, which angered Abanoc and prompted him to remove Yullian from the Observatory. He then undid the prank. Down on Galbar Yullian is attacked by a savage beast, but it gets put in its place and turned into a freak. The demigod then leaves the Stone Book to pull some more pranks in the form of an elf. [/hider] [hider=MP/FP] [b]Abanoc starting MP:[/b] 18 [i]No MP used[/i] [b]Abanoc starting FP:[/b] 15 [i]No FP used[/i] [b]Yullian starting:[/b] 2MP 4FP 0mp spent (discounted) on making a single screaming gull [b]Yulian ending:[/b] 2MP 4FP [/hider]