Lugubrious

Angels Forever Weep (DMC x Bayonetta x God of War Inspired alternate universe)

Well, that's a bummer. I might be interested in GMing. I'm somewhat okay at taking over for other peoples' ideas. Still, I'd be happy if someone else stepped up.

EDIT: why don't we just scrap God of War and use Darksiders instead? Its lore fits the primarily angels-versus-demons theme of Bayonetta and DMC quite well. If you wanted to do the DMC parts, I could do one or even both Bayonetta and Darksiders.

There is like a strange purity about true Devil Arms. I would say humans would rarely have access to the level of power to make full-fledged ones.

Maybe pseudo-Devil Arms? I would say Devil Arms wouldn't be made for public use or anything, perhaps your company manufactures weapons to the human realm, and they have a 'special' line for demon hunters and special forces, which are the pseudo-Devil Arms.

@Sho Minazuki

I'd say that the greater distinction to be drawn would be between different strengths of devil arms. I would not say that it's an impossible power to make fully-fledged ones, just a difficult and specialized technique refined over the generations. The company's employees might not be the world-tier fighters that can go out and acquire devil souls themselves, but if a hero or villain brings one in, they can definitely make a powerful weapon out of it. Basically, the company would sell weaker ones outright, but stronger ones can be made (for a price discount, no less) if a warrior gets a soul themselves.

@Sho Minazuki This is true. I recall that true Devil Arms are actually forged from the soul of a devil in question, or otherwise served as the devil's signature weapon in question.
But I also know that normal guns just don't cut it for high-power devil hunters like Umbra Witches, who would infuse their power into their weapons- even Dante's own guns were specially made to withstand the wear-and-tear he put them through. An arms manufacturer would probably make a good profit in the devil hunting business, therefore, if they issued such special-issue weapons to those interested parties.

@Penultimate_Pi

That's it exactly. They might not be the most powerful of Devil Arms, but they're real weapons crafted from the souls of real devils. The company primarily catered to supernatural warriors, be they hunting devils or angels, but has expanded in more recent years to sell watered-down versions to the public of their devil arms with technological replacements for the magical abilities of the weapons, and obviously no souls, though a nice touch would be that they run on ammo batteries that contain magical power, meaning that normal customers have to keep coming to the company to resupply ammunition.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@LugubriousMy avatar stayz most of its time on the deepwoods.

Also sorry people, Im falling behind on the IC and Occ but its on ly this week

@Double Capybara

Ah, I see.

On a somewhat related note, I will be requiring khookies, @Kho.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

If she sought true rest, Slough would have to seek farther than the phantasmagorical edge of the universe and longer than the reign of time, for as long as she lived, existence for her was a ragged agony, not only of bodily pain, but of the curse of profound ignorance. Yet, in the midst of a thriving symphony of life whose musicians played in wondrous and improbable accord, though only by happenstance might they ever begin to comprehend their place in its harmony, the sleepless, deathless one could find a crude parody of relief. Tiny, black insects scuttled through her wiry hair, but when immersed in her element Slough could not feel irritation. Beneath the watchful desert sun, on the brink of the oasis waters, and wreathed by plantlife, even the air seemed more glorious and valuable. Slough sucked the bountiful and rejuvenating air through the dry, yellowed bones of her skull, and its lovely clarity soothed a mind laid to waste by her body's eternal, vicious battle between restoration and decay. For all of a moment, she could almost feel as if her existence had purpose, and that some small measure of delight in its fulfillment might ease her afflicted existence.

During the primitive meditation of his master, Esau patrolled the Resort. He turned eyes of molten gold toward each petal, thorn, leaf, snout, paw, shell, stinger, wing, and tooth, examining them as a surgeon might his patient. Though he affected the airs of some dignified lord, the Custodian held no designs for the flora and fauna he encountered. Instead, he sought inspiration from their heartbeats. At first, the revelation that he could hear the beat of every living thing's heart, mortal reminder and visceral glimpse as it was, perturbed him, but by now Esau accepted what had surely been his master's intention. Custodian Esau, in ways unknowable to him, was connected to the blood. The very stuff of life attracted and amazed him, and after a few brief experiments he found that it responded to his call. His voice would excite the blood within living things, urging it to move of its own accord and, when subjected to greater intensity, forcibly exit its fleshy container in the form of bloody spikes. Needless to say, Esau silenced himself after witnessing in mute remorse the gory remains of an unlucky jackrabbit, though naturally he ate with powerful jaws the beast he had slain. Nature did not know wastefulness.

When Slough arose on trembling limbs, after the passage of the night, Esau joined her, and the two began to walk.

-=-=-

In the crater that marked the arrival of life to the world, there lay a little wood, though its roots went deep into the earth. From the sky to below the surface it stretched, and between its branches lived creatures great and small. Far beneath the leaves of emerald and bark of chocolate lay the forest floor, where stillness was best embodied. Many beasts lived at the bottom of the overgrown basin, but pure happenstance rendered a few patches of it wholly undisturbed by anything larger than a cicada. On the other end of the spectrum, there lay a patch of ground where animals purposely deigned not to tread, for in the grass were traced the footsteps of gods. And in this patch of ground lay a patch of briars, wherein grew a cluster of flowers. These were called roses, and among plants they were the most beautiful, even though their sharp thorns

Yet these roses contained something more than beauty. Like the desert sand sucked up water, the most beauteous creations of the distant Rottenbone greedily drank the essence of every divinity to set foot or emissary in the Deepwood, where the power of life resonated so powerfully that any motion left a mark like a footprint on the beach. Seraphic starlight, eminent magician, luminous oppressor, marauding composer, rough-handed visionary, sepulchral specter, amenable abomination, wayward whirlwind, and reticent warlord all had effigies in this flowerbed. It had been the muse Illunabar who had upset the balance--she took the white rose, and with its annihilation brought life to an aspect of herself. Soon after she left, but in her wake she left something altered forever. As time went by, the roses withered and died, one after another, until only a single one remained.

Alone among its slain brothers stood the most beautiful rose of all, and it was red. Like blood.

Though no eyes bared witness to the rose in the briars in the god-walked patch of land at the very bottom of the marvelous Deepwood, there appeared a being who stooped over the rose, plucked it from the bed, and sniffed it in evident satisfaction. This was not just any being, but a man. There existed no precedent for man, seemingly hinting at his rise from nothing, but such a conclusion couldn't be more false. He came from the gods: from their power, their ideas, their loves, their wants, and their pride--their pride most of all. He came from the flower, which like a chronicler of history recorded and synthesized everything to which it bore witness. Deeper still, he came from a place far beyond the universe, where other things had lived long ago.

Unlike the angels of Niciel, or the urtelem of Teknell, or the hain of Toun, he did not come into the world oblivious. He knew his name and nature, and well enough understood those of the planet, and of those who presumed themselves almighty. Well, he would see. A sparkle caught the man's eye, and he strode gracefully toward a pool of water, and in it he saw something of immaculate and inimitable beauty. "Perfection itself," he remarked laughingly, admiring his reflection. No doubts could be held by even the most pigheaded skeptic about his spectacular handsomeness. His body was powerfully built but lithe and graceful, strong and muscular without being bulky, rough, or crude. The lines of his face displayed exact symmetry and proportion, and the smile on his full lips could melt the coldest of hearts. Hair the color of honey hung past his shoulders, and with instinctive precision he tied it in a braid. He wore a garment made of plant fibers around his waist and legs, leaving his chest bare. Any being, whether animal, mortal, or deity, could neither ignore or deny his handsomeness, whether or not they felt any attraction for him, just as the viewer might admire the skill put into a piece of art while not liking the art itself.

A rustling of brush came to him, and he turned around. A trio of stripe-faced aphids stared at him, no doubt intoxicated by his beauty. His smile turned into a pained grimace. "What ugly creatures...putrefying in their shameful ignorance, and repugnance." He took his time speaking in order to articulate his inner feelings in every pregnant, lovingly accented word. "Yet I can make you splendid again. Hold still...!"

Very quickly, he swiped his outstretched pinky finger through the air, drawing a line across all three aphids. With a shriek each creature split apart, severed cleanly in half by a thin, unseen blade. Smiling a wide, perfectly white smile, the man made several more strokes with his finger, the quintessential artist, until the offending insects were but mere chunks scattered through the clearing. His eyes drank in the coating of sticky orange blood that now blanketed the grass, including the dead flowerpatch. "Ah! Is it not remarkable, the beauty of fresh blood, even when drawn from a vile container? I dare say there is no music more precious than the hair-raising cry of they made more beautiful by death. I must find the hideousness in the world, and its sources, and set them right. Truly, there could be no greater aim," he told the trees, as he bunched his legs up to leap, far faster and longer than any man should have been able, between them. He soared between the trees, bounding this way and that, until he stood on solid ground. Before him stretched a savannah, where gross things lumbered and groaned--an affront to the true calling of existence. Spotting a caterpillar meandering through the grass, he delicately raised a moccasin-clad heel and ground the horrible pest into the dirt. "Gods die, mountains fall, worlds shrivel, memories are forgotten, light dims and power fades," he instructed the juices that ran out from beneath his heel. "But true beauty is eternal."

He, too, began to walk.

Rottenbone Slough, Awake and Alive

-Slough revives in the Firewind Resort, and has risen in power
-Back in the Deepwood, the signatures of the gods who visited it in form or in proxy is condensed into a single patch of multicolored roses, all of which die but for the most beautiful one of all, the red rose.
-A man appears, manifesting from the collective essences and traits of the gods, and after a moment getting used to his body is appalled by the appearance of three stripe-faced aphids. He fixes them and sets off on his way to make the world more beautiful.

5 MP used to level up
1 MP used to unconsciously recall a proud soul, which acts as an especially-powerful hero
1 MP remains

Angels Forever Weep (DMC x Bayonetta x God of War Inspired alternate universe)

I believe I'll be going for a human in a long line of Devil Arms manufacturers. Being the heir to the family company, he'll have access to a lot of weapons and be able to make them for others, but his actual skill and power in combat will be limited. There's a lot of room for complication and creativity.

I assume Frokane is just taking his time, but on the off chance that he doesn't really want to GM this RP, would anyone else be willing to take up that mantle?

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Funny thing about these angels: there was not even a remote trace of Slough life essence put into them. As such, be aware that they are unnatural life, will be targeted by White Giants and other planetary sentinels, as well as avoided by natural life and rejected by the system of nature. They won't need to eat, sleep, grow, evolve, or anything of the sort, but they are as disconnected from the world as light is from matter. Despite Niciel's niceness, her new creations are as alien as elementals and ashlings. They aren't part of the natural hierarchy; they are a hierarchy unto themselves.

Considering that they were crafted of holy power, and 'holy' means separate, this is highly appropriate and probably intentional. I can see some very interesting things arising from this.

On another note, I've compiled a list of gods who have entered the Deepwood. Please correct me if I'm wrong or missed one:
Ull'Yang @Vec
Astarte @Frettzo
Niciel @Scarifar
Toun @Bbeast
Realthos @Legion02

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

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Well, human populations are a bit low right now. And even if they're traveling st lightspeed, it's still an absurd distance...

And why ze hell don't we have an actual afterlife going on!

@Dawnscroll

Because there's no Escre around to take care of it for everyone.

I believe I am going to create a new character; I've had what I think is a very good idea. Specifically, this character is going to be made in the fashion of a hero, but is going to be very different from your average hero.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Lugubrious@Ayazi@Forsythe@Crimmy

A "Red VS Blue" Update for several icons!

Abel Fulgurate Update

Sarina Update

Diamond Package (rip hat)

Taidan Update

@NarayanK

Brilliant!

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

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What if we create sentient animals? Nyehehehe.

@Dawnscroll

That question was already asked, actually. Animals granted sentience gain souls. Creatures with sentience from the start aren't animals.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Lugubrious Care to do begin part two of our collab? (I won't be able to do it for an extended period of time until Friday, but I might be able to add a bit here and there in the meantime if we start now.

@BBeast Thoughts on Zephy evolving some Urtelem into ogres and putting them in the jungle he's going to make?

@Cyclone

Sure, delete what's in the pad and write whatever. I'll eventually get around to contributing to it, but I won't be able to field a dedicated presence for some time.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Lugubrious Lugu...pls...if your writing is not up to standard then I should just go hide inside a dumpster and cry my sorrows away cause there's no way in hell my posts are even close to being superior to yours.

@Vec

Don't be down. You've written more and more intricate stuff in this RP so far than I have. For the last two turns I've basically been having Slough walk places and searched deviantart for cool-looking creatures. It's no great shakes.

That said, I appreciate all of you for your comments. I'm a little proud that I've been making a good account of myself with my work, however dubious it seems to me.