Goldeagle1221

Post a random fact about yourself.

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I used to kill ants as a child; sitting on the sidewalk squishing them with my finger.

@Gunther

I tried the magnifying glass as a preteen but was wracked with guilt over it.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I used to play with ants as a child.

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

Orb

The interior of the cottage was dim, collecting the darkness of night. What little light Orb could find was used to their full advantage, rapidly patting the surfaces around them with their hands in the hopes of finding a container of some sort. A sniff sucked against the back of their mask in an attempt to scout with a different sense. A tiny hidden frown formed, all Orb had managed to do was make plenty of unnecessary noise. They slinked their hands back into their cloak and sighed, anxiously waiting for their eyes to adjust instead.

There suddenly was a loud, scraping noise coming from somewhere further in, followed by hushed whispers. Orb blinked twice, their eyes about halfways adjusted. With careful, strategically placed steps, they made their way closer to the noise.

THUD

Orb winced, their shin smashing off of a chair’s ridiculously thick leg. They closed their eyes as the shock of pain ran up their own leg. Orb’s raspy effeminate voice turned into a squeak, “Why do they have to be so tall?” they pleaded.

The whispers stopped at the noise before continuing on again, this time louder.

“I told you this was a bad idea!”

“Relax, it was probably just… Something falling.”

“No!” the small voice hissed, “That was someone! What if it’s mom! If she catches us, we’re dead, Lily!”

“Relax Ava! It was nothing, nothing! Now, hurry up and get the fruit!”

This was followed by grumbling that was hard to make out.

Orb squinted at the foriegn tongue, not quite understanding the words. Suddenly sinking into a crouch, their long cloak sliding behind them as they snuck forward. Going clean under the very tall table, Orb reached the boundary of the room they were in, eyes now fully adjusted and staring at the two perpetrators themselves.

A chair was propped up against the counter, one of the girls was standing on it, while the other one was reaching for something up in a shelf. Both of the small humans looked identical, and they were still bickering in their foreign language.

With sudden recognition, Orb let out a resounding runic, “Hello!” Eyes twinkling -- Orb didn’t remember much about their time as an orb, but they remembered which blueprints Orvus had put so much time and emotion into. The ‘hello’ had a tone of pride in it, which Orb couldn’t help, feeling a bit responsible for their very existence. Following their greeting, Orb quickly approached the chair, nearly wobbling it as one of their gloved hands grabbed it with excitement.

At the sudden noise, both of the girls snapped their heads to look at what made it, going wide eyed. They looked at each other, then back at the faceless mask of Orb, and then they screamed. The one the chair, quickly clambered up on the counter, getting in between Orb and the other sister, holding her hands out as if to protect her.

The scream caused Orb to throw their hands to either side of their cloaked head and shut their eyes, stamping the sound into a muffle. Peeling one eye back open, Orb peeped out from behind the mask, flicking an eye up at the sisters before opening the other. Orb slowly let their hands fall back to their sides, slipping back into the cloak. A silence hung between the two groups and then with a cough, Orb spoke first in their funny runic language, “Do you know where food to eat is? I require it.”

Upon closer inspection, both girls were identical except for one key difference. The one shielding her sister had freckles all over her face, and the one who looked sheepishly through her protector’s hair, did not have freckles. She whispered something to her sister and then the one in the front spoke, “W-Who are you?”

A mash of gurgles was all Orb heard and then it finally hit them. In their staggered runic, Orb tried to explain the situation, “I can’t understand you. Can you understand me?” As if to mime the words, Orb pointed one gloved hand at them when they pounded out the rune for ‘you’ and at themselves for ‘me’.

Both of the girls looked confused by this and then the one in the back hissed, “Lily, I don’t think it can understand us! We should get dad!”

“I-I don’t know what to do, Ava. Why is it pointing?”

“Maybe… Maybe it’s trying to communicate?” Ava whispered loudly.

“Well what should we do?” Lily said.

“I don’t know, communicate back? Point at you and say your name.”

“Why do I have to?” Lily complained.

“Because you’re in front!”
Lily sighed in annoyance then slowly pointed a finger at herself before saying, “Lily.” Then she pointed at Orb.

“Me,” Orb pounded the runic word out, then pointed at Lily and then Ava, “You,” the runic was dropped, “Lily.” Orb swallowed, this was actually working, at least they think. Tucking their hand back into the cloak Orb cleared their throat, “Food.”

Ava began to say “me” in runic, very badly, while Lily scratched her head.

“I certainly hope not,” Orb laughed to themselves, content with their joke. The laughter was cut short when Orb found themselves to be the only one who was. Frowning slightly behind the mask, Orb flicked a hand out of their cloak and patted the mossy fabric that covered their belly. Orb loudly mimicked the rumbling sounds of their stomach while patting it.

“I think it’s hungry.” Ava murmured.

“I think you’re right. Should we feed it though? You know what mom said about feeding strays.”

“Lily, does that look like a stray to you?”

“Well no… but you never know.”

“Just… Let me grab it a mango.” Ava said, turning her back to them as she searched the shelf again, finally grabbing a hand sized object, orange yellow. She turned back to them and held out her hand from behind Lily, towards orb.

“Oo!” Orb appraised the fruit before snatching it heartily, “Larger fruit, more efficient when replenishing the body.” One hand pinched the bottom of their mask while the other held the mango close -- Orb suddenly hesitated, twinkling eyes flickering over the huddled twins. A secret uneasy smile was flashed and Orb quickly turned away from the twins, hunched and hiding as they swiftly pushed the mask away to take a rine filled bite. Spinning back like it never happened, Orb chewed mirthfully behind their mask, letting out a tiny ‘bleh,’ the chewed rine falling out from behind the mask. Orb continued to chew the more edible bits from their bite. They held the fruit up in their palm, one hulking bite missing, “Other than the exterior, this fruit is full of good tasting energy. My body is likely to continue after its consumption.”

“Do you think it liked it?” Lily asked.

“Well… It ate it?” Ava questioned.

It was then that the sounding of the front door opened and both girls shared a look of horror with one another, saying “Dad” at the same time. Quickly they began to scramble down the chair, moving it back to the table but it as too late.
”Girls…” Orvus said rounding the corner, but stopped when he saw Orb and the twins.

”Oh, hello Orb.”

“Hello,” Orb said, holding out the fruit proudly, “I have pilfered your cleverly stored, ready to eat food from your dream children -- it’s for my body.”

”Well yes, food is for the body, Orb.” he mused.

The twins, in the meantime, were beginning to back away and out the other side of the kitchen when Orvus looked at them. ”And you young Ladies, what are you doing up?”

They both froze, before turning around to face Orvus, standing with their arms behind their backs and faces down.

“Well we… Got hungry again…” Lily started.

“So we went to get a snack and…” Ava continued.

“And then ‘Orb’ scared us.” Lily whimpered.

“So we gave him food, because he looked hungry.” Ava said, nodding.

“And now we’re going to bed.” Lily said looking up with a pleading smile.

Orvus crossed his arms before sighing. ”Alright, go to bed, we’ll talk in the morning about this little adventure.” The girls at once looked relieved before realizing that tomorrow would bring the punishment. Defeated, the two began walking away, Ava leaning on Lily in comfort.

Orvus chuckled then looked back at Orb. ”Hungry are you? Yeah I suppose that would happen. Should have mentioned it earlier. Are you still hungry?” he asked.

The cloaked figure pinched their mask with their free hand, “My blueprint was lacking a full stomach upon creation, it is paining me until I requisition the appropriate solution.” Holding the bitten fruit up, Orb nodded, “This should do.”

"Being mortal means you'll become hungry again you know. Just one of the many perks of life." Orvus replied.

“I know,” Orb insisted, “The instincts of this body have briefed my mind on my desires and needs as a being of flesh. I also require hydration, unconscious meditations, adequate and regular use of my muscles, appropriate (and timely) disposal of excrement, and a continuous intake and outtake of air.” The runic language twisted with enthusiasm, “It will be exciting to explore my limitations and requirements. The mind is equally wanting, requiring social health, emotional balance, and ease in processing stimuli.” A funny little laugh exited the faceless mask, “To think it does all of this at once, how efficient!”

Orvus nodded slowly. "That's one way to put it. Glad you're doing okay. Anything else you need tonight?"

"In addition to my survival requirements?” Orb wondered, a gloved finger scratching at their mask in thought.

"Well yeah, there's more to life than simply surviving." Orvus said, crossing the room and then sitting down.

“Of course,” Orb agreed quickly, “Improvements can always be made.” There was a nigh silent rumble and the cloaked figure spun to face away from Orvus briefly, punctuated by a juicy munch. Spinning back around, the mango was missing a second bite, but this time the inedible rine was already disposed of and on the floor.

“Do you have a collecting area for inedibles?” Orb asked almost meekly, their raspy voice a whisper.

"Outside in the back." Orvus said looking at the rine.

"But- but what about in here?" Orb asked, growing concerned, "A vessel for transporting the accumulating inedible bits from stored ready to eat foods to a proper disposing area?" They placed the mango on the chin high table and laced their fingers together almost pleadingly.

Orvus looked around, then shrugged. "Usually there's a pan we use but I don't see it. The girls must have left it outside again."

“Oh no!” Orb’s voice cracked (or squeaked?),” That won’t work at all.” The blank mask stared at Orvus a moment before Orb suddenly sprung into action. Clambering a hand over all the countertops and flipping through clutter, Orb hummed in thought. Eventually finding some drying flowers and reeds, Orb cut off the pretty ends and appraised the stalks. There was a tentative hum as Orb continued to scan the contents of the room, collecting more rigid sticks, some twine, and thin peels of wood. Orvus said nothing but watched with interest.

Finally, after gathering armfuls of material (at the expense of some of the furniture) Orb found a corner to plop down by. Turning away so Orvus couldn’t see, they set to work. The cloak moved quickly, hiding swift and precise movements. There was a tiny runic swear here and a proud runic praise there, until finally Orb turned back around holding a woven basket.

At almost a scurry, Orb kicked over to the rine they left on the ground. With a pinch and flick, Orb disposed of it into the basket and then looked over at Orvus, dark twinkling eyes peeping from the blank mask.

"Ingenious Orb. I hadn't thought of a basket, it seems so simple in practice now that I think about it." Orvus said, getting up from where he sat to get a closer look at it.

With a single rap of happy claps, Orb nodded, “It is rudimentary but will work while we devise a proper system.” Content with their invention, Orb snagged the mango from the table and began to peel it over the basket. Doing their shoulder dance, Orb wondered out loud, “Maybe a vessel that can take itself to the disposal area.”

"Perhaps." the god said as he stroked his beard. "You should look into this if you are planning to stay."

“Oo!” Orb looked up from their fruit, “Maybe I will.” Orb happily went back to peeling their mango until it was a completely smooth orange lump save for two bites. Turning away from Orvus again, Orb began to loudly chew on the fruit-flesh, humming a gargled thought.

"Good to hear Orb. You will always be welcomed here on Nebulan." he said, crossing his arms.

“Always?” Orb swallowed and set their mask correctly before turning to look at Orvus.

"Of course. After all, your one of the ones whose lived here longest. This is more of your home then even the Nebulites." Orvus said with pride.

“Oh! I understand,” Orb flicked some of the mango’s sticky residue into the basket and patted their gloves together -- fruit gone, “So I’m always welcome, no parameters?”

"Yep, free to come and go whenever you like. We can even get you a home if you want." he said.

Orb shifted to their feet, cloak draping to the floor, “Yes, I want one.” Their eyes scanned Orvus, “What tools do you have?”

Orvus lifted up his hands. "These are my tools, but if you need something, we can make it."

“I need a cutting, a chopping, a chipping, a pounding, a smoothing, and a grabbing tool,” Orb pinched the end of their mask, an excited breath sneaking out the sides, “Maybe more, I don’t know yet!” They tossed a hand in the air and laughed, “Oh this will be fun, let’s go!”

"The world is dark yet. Shall we wait for the light of day?" Orvus asked.

“But- but- but!” Orb protested. The cloaked figure seemed to fidget, attempting to find a clever reasoning, “It’ll go quicker if we start right now!”

"Patience Orb. Normally I would be fine working at night, but now we must be considerate of others who are sleeping. Tomorrow we can start." Orvus said sternly.

Orb’s cloak shifted as if their arms were folding under its mossy curtain, “What if they were all awake, could we do it then?”

"Well yes but we aren't going to wake up the entire area just so we can work. That wouldn't be kind." he mused.

“I’m not saying we don’t invite them to help,” Orb defended with a puff of air behind the mask, “What a better way to wake up than with a big project?”

"No Orb. No." Orvus smiled.

“How do things even get done around here,” Orb huffed incredulously, the cloak shifting, “When two variables including the lack of light and the presence of sleeping beings can delay an important project.” Orb stabbed a finger into their palm as they talked, “What do you suppose we do, then?”

"You could try sleeping?"

“I still have plenty of my daily quota of energy to use,” Orb stood up straight and proud.

"Suit yourself then, I'm going to go make sure the girls made it to bed." Orvus began before saying to Orb, "Behave yourself."

“As opposed to behaving someone else?” Orb’s deadpan delivery made it difficult to tell if they were joking or not.

Orvus sighed before leaving the room. Out of sight, Orb lifted their mask slightly and stuck out a mocking blue tongue.

Letting the mask fall back into place, Orb sighed with frustration before clambering atop one of the oversized chairs. With another sigh they laid their hidden head on the surface, eyes flickering over the wall on the farside of the room.

Orb kicked their feet and hummed as they thought, fun new ideas painting themselves over the walls surface in their imagination. Orb rubbed their mask against the wood as they turned to look elsewhere, suddenly freezing at the scraping sound. Turning to look at the mark left by the movement, a curling smile grew on Orb's lips...

Summary

Orb attempts to find food but is intercepted by Ava and Lily. They share nonsense and eventually give Orb a mango.

Orvus shows up and chats with Orb. Orb shows off some ingenuity but is then told that the next step (building a house) will have to wait till morning. Orb has a bit of a fit and is upset with Orvus, who tells them to behave before leaving.

In their boredom, Orb notices how easily the table is gouged...

Comedy Nerds: What is the Best One-Liner you EVER heard before?

"I used to do drugs.
I still do, but I used to, too"

"I like rice rice is great when you're hungry and want 2000 of something"

"A hippopotamus is just a really cool opotamus"

All Mitch Hedberg

@Strange Rodent

"I want a full body tattoo of myself, only taller."

"I bought powdered water, but I don't know what to add."

"I put a skylight in, my upstairs neighbors are pissed."

"It's a small world but I sure don't want to paint it."

Steven Wright, the king of the entente.

What Are You Listening To?

Edguy.

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

Orb

Orb’s stomach rumbled and they lurched over, grasping it under their thick cloak. Their eyes flickered about -- Orvus had left Orb to themselves after a few hours, convinced Orb could handle whatever thing they wanted to do. They now found themselves under a particular tree that Orb had named ‘Tree number twenty-six’ for being the thirty sixth tree in the local vicinity. Orb tapped their mask, the pattern of count being the chronological order Orb had been introduced to said tree.

Orb’s stomach protested again and the cloaked figure twisted with hunger; luckily the mind accompanying the body Orb found themselves in was very well aware of hunger and how to solve it. It would seem that despite Orvus’ dismissal of all of Orbs old pre-programmed blueprints and protocols, the blueprint that Orvus had focused on in their creation came with some... well urges, or instincts -- which to Orb seemed very similar to the programed consciousness they used to have. Orb even got to keep a lot of interesting tools, like language and vast knowledge about their own body. The level of detail that Orb could recall made them wonder if perhaps they were a simulation of a real being somewhere, only now having been made a real clone -- or perhaps it really was just a really good blueprint.

Pinching the bottom of their mask Orb couldn’t help but wonder if the blueprints they had given to Orvus were this detailed or more so -- not that Orb would be able to remember. Their new mind had definitely not retained most of Orb’s past knowledge, which makes sense, Orb supposed, since that knowledge likely wasn’t a part of the blueprint Orvus had focused on. Their stomach twisted and Orb made a hidden face, their raspy voice pounding out in their runic language, “Fine, fine!”

Two hands pumped out of the cloak as Orb did a hopping sprint, remembering the fields of food that Orvus had mentioned during his little tour. The gentle night wind blew through the mossy cloak, but even then it clung close with many folds, keeping the true shape of Orb hidden. Orb pondered it for a moment, thinking about how they looked underneath their clothes and how different that was to their current hosts. A hand came up to pinch the mask and Orb shuddered -- then suddenly froze.

Coming to a skidding halt, two twinkling eyes appraised a big green bush filled with red spheres -- berries. Orb rubbed their gloved hands together, “Berries.” The runic word announced, “A source of food.” They continued, “For my body.” A hidden smile formed, “So it can continue to be alive.”

Looking over their shoulder, Orb made sure they were alone. Satisfied, they shifted their mask up on their face, just enough to reveal a gently angled chin that perhaps betrayed a heart shaped face (while still being able to see). The skin was tanned from exposure, or would have been - Orb supposed, if they weren’t a copy of a blueprint. Two lips curled on the face and with a single hand, Orb popped a berry into their mouth, the red sphere landing on an awaiting blue tongue which quickly retreated with its prize. A happy hum vibrated from Orb’s throat, content with the taste. Quickly now, both hands began to quickly pluck the berries, and in a fit of frustration at only having two plucked at a time, two other hands suddenly shot out from the cloak and began to aid in the foraging until the bush was meticulously picked clean. The lower hands retreated back into the cloak as Orb plopped onto the ground by their pile of fruits.

Orb happily danced their shoulders back and forth while they lazily reaped their reward. One after the other the berries disappeared until only the bare grass was left. Orb patted the ground, searching for any stragglers. The mask slid back over their face and they hissed in runic, “What!? Only thirty-nine berries?” They let out a ‘bah’ and pointed a finger at the bush, “Increase efficiency!”

The bush and Orb shared a silent moment, a gentle night wind blowing between them. The twinkling eyes behind the mask squinted and the bush waved in the breeze. The standoff didn’t last long, with Orb eventually crossing their arms under the cloak. The faceless mask turned up, almost smugly as Orb walked away, stomach not yet satisfied.

It didn’t take long before Orb found themselves in a rudimentary field of tiny sprouts. With twinkling eyes, the figure squatted down to examine the crops. Unsatisfied with their optical study, a gloved hand exited the cloak and ripped a spout from the ground. Orb brought the vegetable close to their mask and rasped loudly, “This plant is not ready for consumption -- I do not hunger for it.” They frowned and slipped the vegetable under their mask. There was a crunch and a loud spit, a glob of saliva and bits of vegetable falling from under the mask. The runic language came back with a disgusted tone, “Def-definitely not ready for consumption.”

Pinching their mask, Orb let their mind wander with ideas. Slowly they started to rub their hands together, the others likely hoard their ready to consume food, they thought, so they can consume it... whenever they are ready. Orb nodded their head, “Very clever.”

With a hopping run, Orb stifled a laugh at their own genius, running directly for Orvus’ house. It didn’t take very long before Orb found themselves before the porch of the cabin. Orb gave the front of the building an appraising look, eyes falling on the door. Twinkling eyes scanned it up and down before a realizing chuckle left the mask along with an announcing rasp, “Ah, a solid wall hinged to another solid wall but with movable parts. Brilliant!” Orb creeped close enough to poke and prod the hinges, “A toggle of wood pegged between round entryways. I will have to remember this.”

Content with their impromptu study, Orb slipped through the door... eager to get their hands on some more food...

Summary

Orb goes over their creation in their mind, then decides to go eat things -- and upon realizing the world around them is lacking in ready to eat foods, they decide to go take some from Orvus.

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

Orvus image

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It had been several weeks since Ohannakeloi had left the Eye and during that time, much had transpired at the Eye. The Marble Star had been explored in its entirety and when the first rain came, its possibilities became unlocked for the Nebulites. Its grandeur and beauty would continue to be expanded upon as time went on, Orvus knew. Furthermore, land was being cleared, fields plowed with stone tools and seeds planted for the coming harvest. In the meantime, Arya had been showing the Nebulites how to hunt food and eliminate waste. They did not have large game on the home island or as the Nebulites were calling it, Nebulan. Thus trips to the other islands were being established and exploration hunting parties were going out at all times. He had also shown his people the Monument of the World Tree and Laurien had… Well she had been there several times.

But as night fell, Orvus found himself back at his home. His daughters sleeping and Rowan had her head leaning against his shoulder as they sat on the porch bench, watching the sun set. Sometimes he forgot he was a God, with a life the life that he lived now. His past self simply felt like a bad dream, yet one who would not slip away so easily.

"Laurien huh," Rowan started, pulling his attention from his thoughts to her. "She seems to be… busy huh?"

”She sure is. She seems happy though, and I haven’t seen her this happy for a long time.” Orvus mused back.

”What if she gets pregnante?” Rowan asked quietly.

Orvus whistled before saying, ”Well, that’s her decision. I’m sure she’ll make a fine mother.”

”Well, having a baby is a lot of work you know.” she yawned.

”Having two at the same time is double the work.” he agreed.

”Say, do you think, maybe we… could try for another?” she whispered under her breath.

Without missing a beat Orvus said, ”There would be no trying, dear, we would have another. Because of your gift.”

Rowan sighed, then sat up to look at Orvus. ”Always a way with words. Now,” she said getting up, ”Come on then, if you’re so sure.” she said with a sly smile, before disappearing inside. Orvus looked up at the moon with a smile, then got up and wandered inside.

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Later, Orvus sat down at the table with a box. He still didn’t sleep, but stayed in bed most nights for Rowan. Tonight however, he had a strange feeling. He opened up the box to reveal the orb, which he placed there so the girls wouldn’t get ahold of it. He watched, holding his breath to see if it would come alive.

A rune flickered after a short while: ”Hello.”

”Hello orb. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it. I am sorry for putting you away like I did, but with children, one can never be too sure what they might get into. I had to make sure you were kept safe.” Orvus said softly.

There was a pause and then unseen light managed to bend inside the orbs translucent body, a wave of glittering runes appearing: ”Did you miss me?”

”Yes, I’ve missed our little discussions of questions.” Orvus said with a smile.

”Do you like K’nell’s gift?” The Runes shifted quickly, almost excitedly.

”Yes, more than you could ever know, little one. Without you, none of this would have been possible, and for that I thank you.” he said humbly.

”Will you put me back in the box?” The Orb suddenly asked.

”I…” Orvus began to say, confused. ”I can, but why?”

”Is there another option?” The question betrayed the Orb’s potential displeasure with the box.

”Ah I see. You are upset with me over the box. Well, I suppose I can leave you here upon the table, or I can build you a shrine outside. There are many more who you can ask questions too, that is, if they can understand you. Or, how about this, what do you want?” he said, spinning the question around.

The orb seemed to lose is light for a moment, a shimmering of runes appearing as light shattered across its surface: ”What is it like to be alive?”

Orvus leaned in closer to the orb and thought upon it’s question for a very long time. Then he said, ”Such a question is too hard to explain. What if I just show you instead?”

”Can you?” Another question appeared.

”Of course I can, but only if you want it.” he said placing his hands on the table.

There was a thoughtful pause, the orb pulsing: ”How could I not want to be alive?”

”Good enough.” Orvus said, gently taking the orb within his hand. He walked over to the front door and out it, down the porch steps at a quick pace. The world outside was a chorus of night and only a few Nebulites were stirring, chatting to each other or doing... other deeds. He then bent down and placed the orb in the grass at his feet, before standing and backing away. ”This should be interesting.” he mused, cracking his knuckles together.

With a wave of a hand, Orvus willed a soul into the orb, and with it; life. He shut his eyes and focused, for there was much to do. The orb had many different things inside of it, blueprints for life, and those had to be done away with for the orb to truly shine. It was easy enough to isolate the figure he had seen so long ago, and when he did, he imbued it with soul. He opened his eyes, and the orb lit up like a falling star as it grew in size.

It turned to a hot white as it began to pulse and morph wildly. The sound of glass wildly shattering sounded, the flashes lighting up the night around Orvus. Through the blasts of light, a crouching figure was slowly forming. As it became more than a shadow in the sea of light, it started to rise, almost shakily, to two feet. There was another crack of light as it finally stood completely upright. Slowly the light began to fade, leaving the figure alone and in full view.

Standing just under two meters was a heavily cloaked figure. Its shaggy moss covered cloak hid the details of the body underneath and its hood covered most of the head. What wasn’t hidden by the cloak was covered by a faceless mask, two sparkling eyes staring out from behind two tiny peep holes. A pair of gloved hands poked out of the cloak as the figure stared at itself in silence.

”The first step of life, is living. You can do that now. I have given you a body that can never die, but this also means you cannot have children. There is a price for everything. Now, tell me, how do you feel?” Orvus asked, scratching his beard.

A voice came from past the mask, it was strange -- as if somewhere between the voice of an adolescent boy and the raspy voice of a grown woman. It spoke in a funny swooping language that was both as pretty as it was staggered. Orvus figured wisely that it was simply the spoken word version of the runic language the orb used to use, and luckily, he could understand it just fine: “I feel funny -- oh!” There was a very excited laugh, “I didn’t ask you a question.”

”And you never have to again, not unless you want to.” Orvus said, crossing his arms with a smile on his face. ”Now, do you have a name, little one?”

“My name is Orb,” Orb answered with excitement, “Another statement!” There was a heavy breathing that snaked past the mask as the being shivered with delight, “I’m warm. I have a body and it is warm.”

”Yes, bodies tend to do that, Orb. A fitting name, if any. You have life now, what will you do with it?” Orvus asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“I can think,” Orb nearly ignored the question in their excitement, “I have thoughts, so many thoughts. I will think about it!”

”Well, that’s good enough for now. Come on, let’s get you a room for the night.” he said, waving Orb over.

“I want to stay outside and look at things,” Orb insisted, “I already have been in a box.”

”That’s fair. Well, you will find many things here, and many people. Come on, I’ll show you around.” Orvus said, walking past Orb.

The runic language pounded with one syllable, “Yes!” The cloaked figure had an almost hopping run as they energetically followed Orvus. And Orvus did just that.

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Summary

Orvus talks with his wife briefly before making love. He then decides to chat with the orb, their conversation is brief and eventually leads to Orvus concluding that he will give the orb life (not unprovoked by the orb itself).

Orvus does this and the new being who names themselves ‘Orb’ is born from the orb (fitting) This being is a little shorter than two meters and is completely covered in a mossy cloak and faceless mask. They speak in a strange spoken version of the runic language and have a funny little voice somewhere between that of an adolescent boy and the raspy voice of a grown woman, making it very hard to place. Either way, Orb is very excited to be alive and refuses to go to bed despite the late hour, so a tour is alluded to.

Grisaille Genesis

Reporting another update of the Know All!

Gods, Men and Everything in Between

Okay, I will try to post IC tonight.

@The Nexerus

Yeah, okay, pal.