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Godspeed!

'He' moved around the machine, examining it. It turned not to any earthly source of energy but rather by the planets far above (now accompanied by stars that burst into being, beautiful yet obscured too much by the ocean waters for him to truly admire at this time), an odd feature that he couldn't quite work out the significance of... yet what a beautiful construction, now broken and lost forever - repurposed into the home for a primitive creature that lacked the awareness to ever grasp what it was that had drew it to this ethereal device. It had played the music of time and now, it's song was done.

No. Not done. Paused. Stuck. Frozen. Locked at that point despite time continuing to progress away from it. A perfect record then, a perfect capturing of that moment of time from the greatest to the smallest detail. Delightful.

'He' yet had no where to place this, yet he sought to keep it for his own, hidden away from the prying eyes above the world and indeed from the mortals itself. 'He' made a mental note of the location and looked around carefully- off in the distance, 'He' saw yet another new creation, small fishlike creatures with razor sharp teeth. But 'He' turned his attention back to the strange device and reached out for it, cautiously placing his hands upon the machinery and the record and attempting to lift it carefully, seeing if it were possible to move it without disaster. Broken though it may be, it was certainly of interest to him and deserved more than to be left out in a random part of the ocean...

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Orfai drifted among the gods aimlessly for a while, regarding them each in turn. This talk of 'perfection' caught his attention and Lawren's denigration of creation irked him slightly, and he knew that this would cause trouble further down the line; he for one at least did not mind alterations upon his work, in whatever form they came. Such was just the natural course of life and creation, and he welcomed creation.

Still, he felt that this Lawren would cause him difficulty in the future, if not directly then through conflict with some of the other gods. The attitude of this perfecting god left little room for anything but conflict. Seihdhara had responded to the Corrupter with a threat and set about reducing the number of his creations already, not that the Corrupter seemed to pay it much mind at all but brushed it off with a suitably demeaning reply.

He watched the Corrupter slink away, off to change more of the world, most likely. Orfai watched each of the gods who had been left for a moment; Seihdhara moved on swiftly away- then Aella skulked away towards the forest clearing, having muttered something to herself. Orfai's shadowy figure glided after her to see what she was up to; after a while she came upon a clearing, where she set about crafting flowers and creatures, imbuing the world with life; pretty and beautiful life, with the utility set up for it to reproduce. Simple but elegant.

She had avoided the corrupted lands, and had walked away from the group. There was something buried within her mind, something that she was hiding from, or pushing it away from her at least. And she was not new; several of these beings were not new, they had come from elsewhere. What had driven them away from their original planes? The shadowy figure almost moved forwards- but then turned again, gliding away through the trues. Something called to him, a change. A mark. Some... mark of madness, or another.

He swept out and towards the altered fungi and looked upon Gremju with concern; Had he been playing with the minds of the mortals? That- that could be problematic. Perhaps this could provide some amusement or interesting effects, but it could just as easily be deleterious and damaging. This mark would doubtless harm the mortals and Orfai very much doubted it's value. True, it was potentially the case that some forms of this madness could provide a source of inspiration or innovation, but he had his suspicions that this would be far, far outside the norm. And to claim that sanity was merely 'one dull way of thinking' made him think that Gremju had somewhat missed the point of sanity entirely. The mind was the most vital part of any thinking organism for it held the subjects memories and knowledge and secrets and thoughts, the very fabric of a being. A bunch of mortals running around with fractured mind wasn't a particularly appealing idea to him, as amusing and interesting as some of the eccentricities might be. He supposed it depended just how far this madness went and how much of a detriment it was.

"What precisely do you mean by this, Gremju?" He asked.

= Summary

While 'He' examines the strange oddity, Orfai himself listens to the exchange between the Corrupter and the other gods. He then follows Aella and is about to ask her about the world she comes from but then Gremju's mark catches his attention and draws him away. Being a god of knowledge and feeling that the mind is rather important, he's not convinced that randomly handing out insanity is a good idea.

Godspeed!

But what if- I were to create a shadow man to send into the waters and disguised it as myself! Delightfully devilish, Seymour Orfai.

Godspeed!

Orfai left his creation, frozen in time within the waters of the Great keep, to follow the Mater. She had set something else to work, another machine that was accelerating the development of life in the world. How came she by these oddities, locked behind her little door? A trove, treasures and secrets of an eternity locked away just outside his reach! How cruelly teasing, in time he would come to possess them all! He would document them and mark them, each would be known to him. In time. All in due time.

Time. For now, it was his to learn precisely with what she had frozen time itself. That machine she cast aside, perhaps, flowing form its very turn... Oh he must have it! He must possess it, to study it and to know it - or what was left of it at least. It called to him, it beckoned him in, an enigma from a different time, a different world. His eyes locked on the gramophone as it arced through the air and into the sea, and he gave a wide grin. His form shifted once more, back into the shadowy shapeless being which it had started as.

He'd follow that in time, once the socialising and introductions were over. Although he could hardly resist such a tempting mystery, he realised it would be rather too offensive, even by his standards... Wait, no, that wasn't true. There were ways around this! He was a god after all, if in all his divine power he couldn't work out some way to be in two places at once then what kind of God was he, really?

The shadowy Keeper swirled around for a moment and with a hum of energy and a symphony of notes, a fragment of himself broke off from the main body and began to take a vaguely humanoid shape. The two figures looked at each other for a moment before- well before the other one- the-

Well, before 'He' started off towards the pool of water, with the real him remaining behind to continue socialising with the others and- he'd have to name his Avatar, this was far too confusing. For now 'Him' would just have to suffice.

So he turned his attention back towards the Mater, tilting his head slightly to the side 'It is good to be here.' He replied simply, glancing around the walls that now surrounded them. It was a cold fortress, as bare to him as much of the world was - although such would soon not be the case, given what else the Mater had done. "It is good of you to build this place and offer sanctuary to creation. I greet all that now stand here warmly." The god turned his shadowy, featureless head, examining each of the other gods in turn...

= Summary

Orfai 'cheats' the necessity of socialisation by creating an Avatar, thus allowing him to remain behind while also allowing 'Him' to seek after the tossed aside relic. What a cunning and delightfully devilish plan, he thinks to himself, rubbing his shadowy hands together!

1 Might used - Create Avatar; Him.
2.5/2 acts of creation. -> 0.5/4 acts of creation

Godspeed!

So what actually was the gramophone if she's just going toss it into the sea after o.0 at first I thought it was the thing managing the time, but I guess that's the pin... My god I'm confused.

Well, since she tossed it into the sea... Time to start a sunken hoard of destroyed oddities or some such thing

Godspeed!

True, and I suppose it'd a rather simple matter to simply remove genetic deformities when you're powerful enough to create them to begin with.

Godspeed!

@Antarctic Termite

Less than 10 individuals is far too small a population size to to be viable; They wouldn't survive enough generations to develop much of anything due to genetic problems from inbreeding. I won't pretend to know the average size of a school of fish and I know they vary widely, but I'm fairly sure that a single one being the extent to a species population would be a dangerously small population as it stands.

Edit: @Cyclone No worries mate, it isn't a bother at all to change.

Godspeed!

Making fish isn't much of a challenge! We don't have a god of the sea or anything yet after all.

Godspeed!

@Antarctic Termite I might have to do something to sort that out then lol

Godspeed!

Haha, yeah. Grimloq didn't shout out his name until after he was far away on his newly created landmass, so I figured that since Orfai couldn't have heard the name before he went and was then busy singing shadowy hagfish into merfolk because magic, 'lizard god' is mostly what he has to go on right now lol.

Godspeed!

Orfai reemerged from the ocean, his task complete. The formless shadow moved again across the beach away form the ocean, turning towards the newcomer as he heard her words. The shadow reformed slowly, hardening and becoming more distinct, taking the shape of that which he had just created; a large Faliargun with brilliant bronze scales and keen eyes, hovering above the ground with the shadowy wreath still surrounding it's tentacles.

"It has already begun, Aella; I have given life to the oceans, and Kap-gam has given the souls that now breath through my Faliargun, who think and feel and dream. Another, the Lizard God, has set about his work already, creating the beginnings of something... but has drifted far from my sight." Orfai said, filling her in and running his eyes along her, then glancing to the other gods briefly before looking back to her; they stood and talked while there was creation to be done. Did they conserve, perhaps? And what had that other meant by her children... such a thought would be concerning. Whatever Kikoqautl made seemed less inclined to produce a sudden influx of life onto the world, although he was curious about it's ultimate use. Something to place aside in his mind for later, he reckoned.

Whatever the case, this newcomer seemed inclined to start the process of creating life for the world, and he would very much like to see the land covered by life as well. He would not use his energy to fill that too, he felt he would have need of his might again soon. Besides, he felt somewhat tired, exerted by his efforts- at least, those would be the words he would choose to describe the sensation. This language is so insufficient.

"A fourth has created energy, but it is not life. So now, nothing grows upon the lands save the soul fungi itself. Perhaps you would remedy such?" Orfai finished. The intonation in his voice suggested that it was more a question than a request, although in truth he intended it to be both; legitimate curiosity mixed with a desire to see more of the canvass filled in. How painful it was to be a god of knowledge and secrets, when there is not yet anything to know about or any secrets to keep!