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Astarte


She acknowledged Toun's request of her with a simple nod of her head to him when he began flying with her, but other than that she dismissed him altogether. It wasn't that she didn't like the God, it was only that she thought he was focusing on the wrong things. Why did they have to create anything, after all? Wasn't this void more than enough for them?

That's when she crashed into Vestec (@Rtron). How did she even manage to crash into him in the first place? The place was infinitely huge!

"My, my. Enjoying the lack of control and chaotic flying?" He said, to which Astarte smirked and nodded excitedly.

"Obviously! Have you even tried flying around like that? You've got to try it, Vestec!" She shivered and sensed the congregation of Gods nearby.

"Want to draw on Teknall and Toun's design? They have everything sooo perfectly planned and I think it could use a little...randomness. Fun." Vestec said next and for a moment, Astarte could feel an... Off-putting aura about him. While she felt hesitant about creating anything before, having Vestec speak to her about it in such a way made her want to do it.

She shrugged and grinned, "Why not? If they're so focused on creating something, I should leave my mark on it."

So Astarte watched the Gods add things to the blueprints of Creation. Boring stuff on their own, but she could see why, together, they could become interesting one day. So, when the other Gods seemed interested in discussing between themselves, she added her own tiny part into the blueprints. A part of her very Essence.

It'd coat Creation with herself, adding a touch of Magic to the Universe. Now, Astarte didn't even know what that would result in. Would it result in flying rocks? Living dirt? Maybe it would result in merely allowing the Universe to use her Magic. That wouldn't be very fun, though. Living dirt was way more fun than that. How did she know what dirt was, either way?

There were too many confusing thoughts going through her head, so Astarte groaned, looked down at her hands and began fiddling her thumbs.

Chuck Liddell is THE man!

Astarte


She opened her eyes, and there was nothing.

Nothing but the distant presence of her brethren. Brethren?

She felt her heart skip a beat. She looked around, then spun around. How did she know they were her brethren? Where was she? All she knew was that this place was empty, absolutely empty, with the exception of the presences she assumed were her family. Each presence told a story on its own. Even without them speaking to her, she just felt who they were, what they were.

The first one she felt was... Ethereal. It felt like he wasn't there, like he was something Astarte would never be able to hold in her hands, something she'd never be able to see. He was the God of Time, Vowzra, Astarte's senses told her, and she immediately shriveled away from the presence. It oppressed her, as if it would lash out and eat her whole at any given moment.

The next one was a calm yet fiery presence. It spoke to her of forceful boredom. He was the God of Order, Logos. Astarte deemed it useless to pry into such a presence, so she quickly moved on to the next.

And so the next happened to be beautiful. The Goddess of Light. The presence drew Astarte's attention even more with each passing second, devouring her consciousness with the promise of warmth and friendship. Thankfully, she was snapped back to reality when a whirlwind of violence reached her senses.

"I am ZEPHYRION!" It said, to which Astarte rolled her blue eyes, "I HAVE AWAKENED!"

After that, all of the presences rushed into her. She recognized them, but had no chance to think about them. She merely let the information in and focused on what was happening.

Boredom. At least, until she felt her skin crawl in the direction of the closest of her brethren. Vestec, the God of Chaos. A presence which screamed conflict and, for some reason, Astarte felt drawn to this presence nearly as much as she felt draw to the Goddess of Light. In a mere moment, Astarte felt herself being thrust forward. She moved for the first time, all on her own will.

"This is awesome!", she yelled out, "Maybe I could..."

"Gah!"


She gasped in surprise as she suddenly found herself shooting around at incomprehensible speeds. She thrust her arms about like an infant for the entire duration, letting out screams of both fear and excitement. Of course, her screams would only be caught up by her brethren as feelings of unprecedented excitement.

@OldManWong, I'm fine with it. It's as Kho says, though. Demigods enter at a stage further in, when actual sentient species have been created. He's the product of Astarte + Mortal, right?
Dang, I wanted to be one of the first to post, too. I always love reading the characters' reactions to Astarte's weird stuff xD
I'll be posting in the afternoon (6-10 hours from now)
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Me too. I was part of the last version of this rp, and even I'm worried I won't make it.


Same here
@Kangutso@Hael@Mardox@Cyclone

BACK OFF YOU HORNDOGS. Astarte is Vestec's Twue Wuv and vice versa (I think...)! You will not ruin Vestarte!


I'm just saying, Astarte's pretty fun-oriented this time around from the get go, so Vestec miiight have competition >:D
Goddess of the Mind... pure thought. Knowledge. It could work. Logos would provide a stable world, forever, for her. There would be no love, of course.

@Frettzo Does the curtains match the carpets? Pics to prove!


@The Omnipotent Sphere Here's a deal. Bow before your king, and have the world. Refuse, and be broken.

I prefer blondes.


What about lavender haired women?
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