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Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Aureia, of gold, commerce, wealth,

and the far less important, trivial aspects of travel and luck

The humans had put up more of a fight than she’d expected, but in the end, they fell, even with their strange armor and fancy new weapons. It was hard to beat being divine, after all, even if their abilities had become much reduced.

The commanding soldier had given them one last surprise, though, embarking on some sort of suicidal self-destruction spell. It might have been lights out for the sun god if it weren’t for Alasayana’s timely intervention, literally tossing the little man away from the godly entourage with one of her tails so that he could blow up all sad and alone. With how annoying and uncooperative O’Menus had been lately, though, Aureia thought that she might not have minded if the bright god had actually been blown to bits. She quickly dismissed the thought, though; it would certainly be very bad precedent indeed if one of the gods exploded within the first hour of their return. No matter how silly mortals could get, it would be pretty hard to convince one of your divinity if any of them got wind that one of your kind got blown up by a petty man, after all.

Aureia cleaned her blade up with a flick and a shimmer, before willing it to revert back to the elegant parasol that she so liked to carry. It was only then that she went over to one of the cleaner corpses of the mortals, late to the party to examine one of the soldiers’ tube weapons. Inspecting it briefly, she had to concede it was a very clever bit of mechanical construction. If this was what men had achieved in the thousands of years since her disappearance, she was very curious to see what else they had made. The uncultured men she’d just experienced didn’t leave her with a very good impression of their society, though.

The Sun God, expectedly, was growling about his experience with the mortals. As annoyed as she was with him in the moment, he had a good point. It was pretty inexcusable.

“It’s something worth investigating,” she allowed, with a nod towards O’Menus. “As much as I loathe to admit, it is possible that newer gods may have come into existence during our… interregnum. We absolutely must investigate.”

She then quirked an eyebrow and looked over at the… thing Lopaley had restored and entered. “But what is that?”

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

I'll probably get a post out in about a day or so!

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Narkissa Langdon

@Rune_Alchemist @Crusader Lord

It was only natural that Narkissa would help Leannah, especially when she’d been… a little negligent in looking for her. Even as she helped her back to Lazhira’s house, though, every word out of the cat girl seemed crazier than before. The fact that gods could be made was a revelation in and of itself, not to mention the Illuminator seemed to have a mother. It was all very Greek to Narkissa, in more ways than one.

Which… was kind of saying something, since Narkissa was a Greek name, after all.

Halfway through it, Leannah’s words began to ramble, but foretold of momentous truths. The fact that the girl didn’t outright say it in front of the two of them was information in and of itself, but Narkissa didn’t press her on it. She needed to know, but with her being so injured and with such a fragile mental state, now wasn’t the time for that. She’d ask the cat girl about it later, when she was healthy and rested up.

Like Lazhira, she gave Leannah a quick, and hopefully comforting hug when they finally got back to the house, but not before setting aside all the wood she’d gathered in a good spot. Narkissa couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow at the younger girl, though. After all, before Leannah had stumbled into their conversation, what to do with the orb was the very topic they’d been discussing. “We should talk about that later,” she suggested, before settling down next to Leannah.

“Holding up alright? If you’re hungry –you look hungry—I can see if I can’t cook something up here. I doubt Lazhira would mind. Otherwise, I’ll let you rest… you need it,” she commented, appraising the girl’s condition once again. “Either way, I’ll be nearby—I’m going to either try to continue making a frame out of this wood, or finally get a look at my growing book collection.”

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Aureia, of gold, commerce, wealth,

and the far less important, trivial aspects of travel and luck

If her decision to rush the mortals had been questionable, Aureia didn’t stop to recognize it. A large part of that was probably because she was getting away with it, unlike the sun god, who had gotten checked for his arrogance. Despite her earlier assessment of weakness, the fact that the commanding mortal could and had blocked a strike from a god was the best wakeup call that the gods could receive of their own weakness.

That, however, was something to reflect on down the line.

Right now, Aureia and the other gods had to mop up the remaining soldiers, and with all of the mortals distracted with the other gods, the goddess of commerce was in a characteristically lucky position to capitalize on that. With O’menus still dueling the commander with Ashte’s aid, and Trineon and Alasayana decimating the back line of the mortals, Aureia had the free reign to reposition and circle around to slam into flank of the soldiers’ line, but not before quirking an eyebrow at the time goddess’s attempt to restore the human construct… and do whatever it was she was doing with its remains.

She quickly snapped her head back to focus on the mortals, though, sweeping out with a wide arc at their legs with her umbrella to knock them off their feet before slashing out at their unprepared forms. Despite the danger that they had risked in closing the distance, it now meant that the larger bulk of the soldiers were pincered between the goddess of the hunt and the aquatic god in the front, and Aureia at the rear. It was a miniature hammer-and-anvil, and that meant it was time to wreak havoc.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Narkissa Langdon

@Rune_Alchemist @Crusader Lord

“Well, if half your body is burned and you’re more or less about to collapse, I’m more impressed that you were able to get here and talk to us,” Narkissa frowned, as she gave her body a quick look over. “Let me take a look at you… I’m not sure if cat-being-girl physiology changes much, but I think basic first aid knowledge still applies.” Having cat ears and a tail didn’t change things up that much, did it? Well, whatever. Leannah seemed intent on spilling the beans of her adventure, no matter how beat up she looked, so Narkissa decided she’d just listen to her recount her adventure.

She nodded along, until she raised an eyebrow at hearing how she’d also gotten the ‘opportunity’ to meet the Illuminator, and in a far more intimate way, it seemed. Hell, she’d even met his mother? What?

“I… see. I suppose we made it out in better shape. Can’t say I was too impressed with our male companion, but Lazhira and I were attacked by rogue slimes before we followed you down to search for you,” she replied, recounting their own little adventure. “We also met the Illuminator. Barely got ourselves out, all things considered. Novak –that’s the man that followed us—made a bad deal with him to look for a stolen artifact in exchange for letting Lazhira go… but we ended up being hunted by cultists anyway. It was pretty much luck and a bit of help from a lady named… Mie, I believe? Either way, we got ourselves back to the village after that. The Japanese girl, Misaki, needed my help on a project to make paper, so here I am now. Far less interesting than your tale, all things considered, but somehow I’m starting to feel ‘interesting’ is more of a curse…”

She shrugged as Lazhira began to help Leannah head back to her house. “I’d feel remiss not to help, with how much of a sorry state you look in.” Glancing at the injured girl, after putting the axe back where she’d found it, she tucked the small set of planks that she fashioned underneath her arm before using her free arm to also help Leannah back. “I’m essentially done here anyway.”

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Yeah, I might have to take a day or so for this one. Hurricane hit and flooded the house of one of my relatives, so I've been helping with the cleaning work, which is hella tiring.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Aureia, of gold, commerce, wealth,

and the far less important, trivial aspects of travel and luck

The gods had been weakened, but mortals were still mortals, in spite of whatever new toys they armed themselves with. The judgment of a god was as damning as it had ever been, although these future mortals definitely made them work for it. The projectile weapons were very interesting, and Aureia would have liked to gets her hands on some of them, if only to see how they worked and to piece together how the societies of the mortals had developed over the eons.

That would have to wait for later, though.

Aureia had to admit, with all the bluster from the sun god, she was disappointed he hadn’t already cleaved the offending mortal commander in half. Instead, he lived for a little longer, to spew more trite commands. “I don’t know who these Knights of Klois you speak of are,” she drawled, taking care to not get blood on herself as she speared her umbrella through the chest of a hapless soldier, “but if they’re the enemies of mortals as stupid and arrogant as you, then they can’t be too bad in my books.”

By the time she had finished dealing with a third mortal, she noticed the bulk of the survivors had retreated into the semblance of some type of line formation and raised their tube weapons. It was nothing her umbrella-shield couldn’t handle… until the ground started exploding around her, forcing her to ungracefully dodge, the hems of her robes a bit blackened for her taste.

“Wah! You dare call gods simple mages, but you attack with that sorcery!?” She charged straight at the line, angered by their apparent hypocrisy. As surprising as the attack had been, it meant that they had already shown their weakness. All she had to do was to close the distance, smash directly into their lines and wreak havok, together with Alasayana… and the god of water and other aquatic things.

Well, she’d had stranger allies in the past.

-FV-

“Well,” she smirked, taking the opportunity to tease the two younger members of the group, “Kyouko and Runa are also kiddos, no?” Covering a light chuckle with her hand, she nonetheless nodded. “I’ll keep it in mind. As for the hype… I dunno, I think any hype you’ll feel will be ruined if you hear me belt out my attempt at any pop song…”

Thankfully, Mason saved Iphie from karaoke hell with timely directions to the nearest DIHOP. Since there was a little bit of time before their engagement at the waffle house, she excused herself to take care of some business at her company offices.

It wasn’t Iphie’s style to bother with a disguise, but when she arrived at the Denny’s, it was via a nondescript black corporate vehicle, and with a pair of nice black shades. The purple-haired girl only removed them when she slid into the booth with the rest of the Final Five; it wasn’t quite a disguise, but it worked enough to not be immediately accosted between the street and their table at the restaurant.

It was certainly a trip to see Kyouko plastered in clothing ads out in the street. Really, she was still worried about the younger girl being taken advantage of by her father or others.

“Looks like I made it on time,” she greeted, taking up a seat across from Tian-Gui, and just in time to order. “I’ll have what he ordered,” Iphie decided, thumbing towards Jin-Sun. “The spicy honey butter sauce instead of buffalo, though. Oh, and a nice cold milk tea if you have that here, too.”

She sighed at the two apparent whales of the group once she was done ordering. “Seriously? Pulling for gacha? Scam aside, you known I can just zap your phones and give your accounts the stuff you want, right?”

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Narkissa Langdon

@Rune_Alchemist @Crusader Lord

“Oh? Interesting… Can’t say knowing you can mess with memories isn’t a bit disconcerting, but I’m curious what you mean in regards to ‘inspiration.’ Suppose your skillset takes after your father, eh?” She shrugged. Narkissa had taken the information quite well, but then again, with the absurdity of things ever since arriving here, combined with her own knowledge of… petty… godly things, she wasn’t exactly about to go 180 on Lazhira.

She scrunched her face at her reply. “There’s not really any particularly good answer to the dilemma, isn’t there? Still, having all your cards in one place…” She paused, caught just as off-guard by Leannah’s sudden and dramatic appearance as Lazhira had been.

“Leannah! Where have you been?” Narkissa echoed after Lazhira, although she avoided shouting. “I was afraid the Illuminator had snatched you up alongside the temple,” she admitted, slightly guilty that she had stayed to mess around with paper and hadn’t been more proactive in searching for the wayward catgirl. Narkissa set aside her axe and plank and got up to help the fallen girl.

“Anyway, are you alright? You look miserable.”

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

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So is love. If it's the oldest profession, was it Aureia's first job?

@Raineh Daze

My, but that's beneath the dignity of a goddess~