[center][hider][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/divinus-mk4/images/c/c9/Logo.png[/img][/hider] [h2]Enmity[/h2][/center][hr] Enmity searched the world through his hole torn through reality, looking for that which needed his touch. Eventually, his eyes settled upon the mountain range upon Toraan. With a careful hand, projected far across the universe to reach Galbar, he began to bury the basic elements deep within. Iron, gold, sulfurs -- never in deep abundance, but rich nonetheless. A vein of gold there, a thicket of carbon thataways. Random in appearance, though following some greater design known only to Enmity. He was immensely careful, replacing the surface he scooped immaculately. Up and down the mountain range he threaded, with a practiced eye. Another scoop, another ore deposit. Enmity was thick on the iron and carbon, careful to thread only small amounts of gold and other rare metals. A layering of sulfur scattered about one peak, and tin on another. Uranium scattered deep in here and there. Sedimentary deposits of copper and pockets of alluvial gold smattered. Another mountain received more lead than usual, another more silver. Another yet tungsten and small pockets of nickel. A few deposits of chromite here, and charged magnetite iron there. He scooped manganese across one section of the range, and zinc elsewhere. From the corner of his sight upon Galbar, he spotted something. A streak of divine power, brightness. But Enmity was a careful god, and he would not leave the surface of the mountain disrupted, so he did not pursue -- though his presence was not hidden either, the thick haze of divine power moving earth that it was. The streak stopped for a moment, radiating life as it hovered not far from the mountains of the boar. Tentatively it reached out to Enmity and felt his presence. Enmity stopped his task suddenly, swiveling his peekhole to Galbar to face the new presence. With a wheezed, raspy voice, he spoke in a volume loud to mortal life, but acceptable to divine ears, “Hello?” A feminine voice sprang back immediately, [color=gold]"Oh hello! I don't think we've met before! I'm Oraelia, who are you?"[/color] she asked with childlike curiosity. Enmity responded with a pained wheeze, “I am Enmity. It is a pleasure to meet another god, Oraelia.” She approached as a small glowing ball of green and yellow, which shimmered. [Color=gold]"Enmity…"[/color] she said his name slowly before stopping in front of his slit through reality. [Color=gold]"You sound in pain."[/color] she eventually said. Another rasping wheeze, “Yes. It is of no concern -- I have made myself used to it.” [Color=gold]"A pained existence is no way to live, brother."[/color] Oraelia said softly. [Color=gold]"Can I help you?"[/color] Enmity responded with a curt, “No,” before following up, “It would be too dangerous. For both of us.” [Color=gold]"How can you be so sure, so new to this world?"[/color] she questioned with a sad tone in her voice. A resigned wheeze, “My lifeblood considers me anathema. It would evacuate to you if you got near, and it would not so easily cooperate. It is too dangerous.” [Color=gold]"Anathema?"[/color] she asked, before asking, [color=gold]"What do you mean? What is it you reside over, brother?"[/color] she asked curiously. “I am the god of the physical realm; gravity, friction, atomics. I am also a machine,” a pause, a breath caught in the throat, “Divinity is unkind. Lifeblood erupts from my cold shell, and I am ill-equipped for the warmth.” [Color=gold]"How can this be?"[/color] she asked unsure. [Color=gold]"My sun… It was to warm all and give them life, even my siblings."[/color] she said, sounding defeated. Another wheeze, taking on a reconciliatory tone, “I am far from your sun. I sit suspended in the inky black where no starlight has yet reached. The lifeblood is irreverent. I am cold, and the lifeblood boils to the touch. I stress and crack under its radiant heat.” [Color=gold]"What… What are you, Enmity?"[/color] she asked suddenly. “I was the great machine. Only concern for the universal constant. But now I am Enmity, I am individual, like you,” came the rasp. [Color=gold]"What is this thing you call machine?"[/color] her voice hungry for answers. A sputtering of gears briefly halting, a metallic groan as they were forced into motion, “I am of metal and parts, a million billion cogs spinning endlessly, a hundred thousand flat planes of silicon endlessly shuffling beads of divine power back and forth.” The small orb that was Oraelia floated backwards slightly. [Color=gold]"But… How do you… What is… How does your heart beat?"[/color] she said, uncertainty in her voice. A struggled wheeze, “My heart is not one of flesh. It is spread throughout me, through my boards and cogs. It halts and falters, the lifeblood packs into it and jams it still, but it is me and I refuse to die.” She shifted forward again. [Color=gold]"You are not alive as the birds and the mammals, without flesh and sinew, made of this metal and cog but you… You do not want to die?"[/color] she almost whispered. “Death, for a god -- not necessarily the death of the physical form, but the cessation,” a wheeze, a pause to think, “of consciousness. Self-identity and power. My form could labor endlessly without divine spark or thought, but Enmity, me, would be dead.” The small orb said nothing for a while, ruminating in thought. Then at last she spoke, [color=gold]"I… See."[/color] she said. [Color=gold]"It was nice… Nice to meet you Enmity. I wish you the best."[/color] she said, slowly withdrawing. The slit in reality watched her withdraw, the rasping wheeze bidding farewell, “I treasured this talk. Be well, Oraelia. I will be listening, should you ever need help.” She paused and said, [color=gold]"I can say the same."[/color] before she disappeared in a blink. Enmity turned his gaze back to the mountains, lingering for a moment on the conversation before his projection of divine power returned to the land, and with a mighty heave, scooped it up so that he may deposit his ores. [hider=Summary] Enmity is filling mountains with ores, yay Enmity notices something, who what where It’s Oraelia, who’s tryin to figure out who this fucker peeping through reality is They exchange names, Oraelia notices Enmity is in pain They have a super deep conversation about lifeblood and mortality and stuff. Oraelia is shaken, and bids farewell and blinks away Enmity says bye and goes back to scoopin ores [/hider] [hider=(D)MP Usage] Enmity - 0 DP, 5 MP Free - stick some ores under the southern mountain range on Toraan [/hider]