Mortim

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

I know that was a ridiculous wait time, sorry about that. I'll try and make a post every 1-2 days from now on.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Odin could all but contain a chuckle when Anora spoke with such confidence and anger towards Pahn. He soon shifts his body towards Pahn, allowing passage into their booth for Anora. His perplexity with this youthful woman appears to have distracted him from being spatially aware. The man blushes slightly, as if realizing his blunder. Regardless of embarrassment, he remains focused on current circumstance.

Pahn takes Anora's response quite severely in contrast to his typically aloof demeanor. His anger was brief, and triggered immediately by the words 'You might not care about this place, Pahn, but it's my home.-'. His eyes open fully, those smooth eyebrows furrowing themselves into a treacherous canyon. Folds of overly-flexed skin claw upwards into the forehead via jagged cuts of shadow. His hairs swirling curls of ivory shimmer faintly as they straighten and float. Both eyes are totally coated in black clouds of shadow as the darkness of his face grows unnaturally dense in contrast to a reflective porcelain exterior. From beneath his brows, in the space where his eyes could once be observed, small dots of white light sprout forward much like several lone stars in the night sky that feel oddly like they're watching you. Pahns lips swell and part between defined cheekbones and a sinking jaw. From within the small ebony sliver between his now partially open lips Anora would feel it, the sensation of our celestial titans rage. A multitude of howling voices synchronize with one another in a harmonious symphony of gibbering rage. An unearthly fear belongs to this chorus of sounds coming from an inhuman throat, a fear far deeper than that of the dark. Instincts all but cease to function, as if no biological defense could prepare one for this.

Though everything mentioned occurs in the span of roughly three seconds, Anora may feel exposed for far longer. One could relate it to being observed by an overpowering predator while adrenaline works overtime to fuel an escape route to no avail. The sudden pressure of Pahns concealed magical presence was heavy and fueled with an intensive instinct created by an eternity of honing his craft. Oddly enough, this brief event would feel familiar to our young heroine. Something of a long repressed memory can be felt bubbling to the surface. Sensations of betrayal towards not only Pahn, but towards herself being materialized strongest among a wide range of rage-based emotions. Anora could likely tell these emotions didn't belong in the moment.

"You're right.." All at once, Pahn's features shift back to normality. He quickly looks away from Anora afterwards, slight shame overcoming him as if he knows at least somewhat what it must feel like to be stared down in such a manner. The vague emotions of repressed memory would cease, and the voices would be gone as they'd never existed in the first place.

Odin was still looking towards Anora up until Pahn spoke, showing no signs that he'd seen or heard what came from Pahn just now. Perhaps the chorus of voices were in Anora's head? Or perhaps they were.. something else.. something locked away far deeper than any dream ever could be.

In this moment, the magically observant may note how precise and focused Pahns rage was. The sensation of his presence not only slipped by Odin, an obviously powerful being, but it flowed straight into Anora while Odin observed her without him noticing in the least. Anora is likely not to make full note of this until a far later date. Even so, she could come to some vague realization of it should she suddenly look afraid. Odin would be confused by her fear.

"We should be moving.-" Pahn quickly continues. "-I'll-..." He, for the first time, seems to have legitimate trouble in finding words to express himself. "-..I'll explain myself further. Whenever we stop to rest.. that is."

Pahn stands, Odin following suite as they both begin heading towards this restaurants exit. The blue man doesn't look to have any quarrels with whats presently happening, though, he is faintly confused by his masters sudden lack of tact.

Pahn will queitly listen to Anora should she speak on their way out. But, just before leaving, he'd grasp the doorway and look back into the establishment with twinkling eyes. He shows the fondness only a child could emulate when moving away from their first home, silently expressing a goodbye to something dear. His jaw sinks, yet his lips don't part. His eyes shut whilst this rooms air slides into his nostrils by a drawn-out breath. He then opens his eyes, holding his shallow lungs as if they housed something precious. After several short moments of this, a sigh would be relinquished into the near-empty dining area before Pahn finally exits. Once outside, his face would again maintain it's typically distant nature's and glazed expressions.

For some reason, people wouldn't pay Odin any mind as he trails behind the pair. His lumbering body may stick out like a sore thumb to them, but, not one member of natural society appears to be pointing their fingers.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

That sounds fine, I'll trust you to be forward when it comes to where things are too much. It's just that Prephlin quite literally feeds off the pain and suffering of sentient individuals under certain principles, often being physical. I'll just play it kind of slow and will avoid certain places/things should it be necessary.

I'll explain with the Earth thing. The species of Earth aren't bound to this planet by contract. When procreating with one such being, the offspring will only be 'half-bound' in certain respects. This is how Pahn allowed their birth as he wasn't someone to limit the freedom of lovers and possible children who would hardly have the same strength as their parents. They were less and less bound to Earth with each successive generation.

You probably said 'nearly', I'm guessing I just missed it and jumped a little too quickly on the word 'invulnerable'. This was my fault, but clarity never hurts as I'm sure we both understand lol.

And thanks! Haven't had a chance to respond to PM's, I will soon.
I'll talk more on it, but, I appreciate the suggestions and critiques like crazy! I very much so need lessons such as those. Thank you very much for taking time to write them out and thanks especially for being so specific. I'll definitely take it to heart in comfortably integrating it into my writings. :D

Also, I hardly mind whatever tense you write in. Just do whatever you're comfortable with, you're an excellent writer regardless.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Though Pahn registered Anora's words he displayed no immediate concern for them. Odin, in contrast to this blatant apathy, gazed attentively towards the girl while she spoke. Once she finished, his massive shoulders heaved towards the silvery 'deity' in anticipation, exuding an obvious air of hope upon mention of an antidote.

"Yes, poison..." Pahn responds by flat tones after several seconds of staring blankly forward. His expression appears as that of someone consumed by practiced thought. "You're right.. Incidentally, I've been troubled with leisure for several moons..." Pahn sighs, sitting back while his left hand runs slowly across the underside of his jaw and upper regions of the neck. "You see, the trouble isn't death. The trouble is frailty. The poison isn't lethal, it simply lowers my strength to roughly that of an average man. After that, I'll easily recover to my fullest power."

Odin releases a sigh of relief that would feel more like a warm ocean breeze to Anora than any natural breath. It's powerful gusts push her hair this way and that for one brief moment amid air caked by scents of salt and incense. Though, before anyone could respond further, Pahn would continue speaking.

"Being weak has only been an issue for the past billion years or so..." Pahn sits up, adjusting his posture to exude typical nobility whilst his left arm relaxes across the top of his booth cushion. "Think of Earth as a furnace with gold more valuable than the galaxy being purified at it's center. Now, think of me as the heat of this furnace. No being alive can get into the furnace due to it's high temperature. Should I suddenly cease to burn, anyone can get to the gold. I may be able to regain my former blaze, though it won't matter if the gold I've been smelting is gone. Does this make sense? I'm not really in danger, I'm immortal. What I possess is the cause for worry." The natural belief of those last words is likely to further reveal Pahn's conviction that nothing can kill him. At the same time, his care free attitude towards concepts of immeasurable size is given more perspective: He speaks of the Milky as if it were a commodity to be traded and of a billion years as if it were some short phase in life.

"Of course," Pahn continues after one brief pause. "should my regalia fall into the hands of the creature I suspect to be pursuing it, then much more than any space I've mapped may be at stake for immediate harvest." He states this by tones showing passive conviction, as if it were some natural law of reality and everyone present should acknowledge it should they not have already done so.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Almost done with my response, though, I have something to ask going forward.
How dark are you comfortable with an RP getting? Like, with gore and overall themes of things being horrible. It's not like most of whats ahead is crazy and bad, but, encountering Prephlin is a bigger story point and how deep we go with his domain is totally dependent on that question. He's absolutely evil, and his methods of existing are about as bad as they come. We'll encounter Medusa first methinks, but he'll come right after and I wanted to think ahead for that.

Also, with the original guardians, here's kind of what I've been thinking. There's a neutral magic that floats towards powerful beings, this was especially true near the beginning of the universe when Earth was formed and Pahn was bound to it. Magic either enhances a consciousness or creates its own within an already existing physical thing. With that in mind, Pahn bartered with the separate elements of Earth while they were still relatively shapeless and promised to create bodies for them where they could gather their vast powers and dwell in a humanoid form similar to his under contract for their services when required. So you'd have beings that could become a magical wind or a shapeless mass of enchanted Earth and such making them nigh invulnerable. This was due to them having literally no specific point of being vulnerable, no organs and all that. They obviously became combinations of the elements with their children and less bound to the earth after procreating with other species. (Anora could maybe be like sunlight/some-form-of-shadow)

Also, just as a general rule, no being in my universe is truly invulnerable. There's always something that can cut or harm any existing consciousness. But, when it comes to the guardians we're talking about, you'd have to be strong enough to practically split entire continents with ease to harm them in the least while in their shapeless form.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Awesome! I'm glad you'll still be around.
I understand with your friend, it happens to all of us :)

And to answer your question.

"Odin.-" Pahn leans upon the palm of his right hand, those glazed eyes focusing on the being near him. "-I've really gone and done it, old friend.."
"What could it be? Are you truly having such troubles?!" Odin's voice would raise slightly, it's pitch showing an anxiety foreign to his charismatic confidence. In all the century's of knowing Pahn, this Norse god had not witnessed him to show regret over any decision. At this last sentence, Anora would have begun peaking back into the establishment. It wouldn't be hard for her to tell that an intimate conversation between close friends had begun.

@Mortim

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

I'm back! Life took the wheel but now I'm driving again! I'll be able to respond as before. I hope you haven't lost interest, I was able to dedicate some good thought to the RP while I was absent.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Pahn and Odin could be witnessed sitting at expected locations upon Anora peering into Dino's Eatery: One massive cross-legged behemoth relaxing on the carpet near an immaculate, silvery gentlemen in the booth nearby. They had discussed a choice few subjects during the young woman's absence. Yet, one must recognize, this did not occur without first being interrupted by an enamored restaurant owner.

"Who is this!?" Dino, whom had neglected to check the dining area for several moments, had only just emerged from the kitchen to witness his latest guest. Those stubby legs carried him swiftly towards Odin, the one targeted by his inquiry.
"Hmm?-" Odin would have initially responded, further words brewing behind pressed lips before being shushed by a slight hand gesture from Pahn.
"This is my friend. We'll have another pizza." Pahn waved towards the old man at this, a slight flicker of white light crackling across his fingertips. With this, a magic used to placate another being had been used. As far as Dino is now concerned, regardless as to circumstance, everything is going extremely well and he hasn't a thing to worry for.
"Of course! I'll be right back with it." Dino would happily respond, walking back towards his kitchen immediately after. Several minutes later he would come back with a fully prepared cheese pizza.

Such a use of simple magics was not unknown to many mages, but, for Pahn, it was not typical. This powerful being often enjoys observing the rants and squabbles of other beings. He's known by Odin to have enjoyed the allowance of all those near him to let loose with every inner emotion. All feelings are equal to Pahn, for him to push away another individuals questions about present circumstance before answers could arise is rare. Odin had noticed something wrong with his old friend upon entering, though, to rear it's head in this way shows an unnatural severity.

"Sage... What troubles you?" Odin would turn towards the man he'd come to see, a deep and understanding vibrato surrounding each word. An unmentioned alarming sign had pushed Odin to seek out Pahn, bringing him here.
"Odin.-" Pahn leans upon the palm of his right hand, those glazed eyes focusing on the being near him. "-I've really gone and done it, old friend.."
"What could it be? Are you truly having such troubles?!" Odin's voice would raise slightly, it's pitch showing an anxiety foreign to his charismatic confidence. In all the century's of knowing Pahn, this Norse god had not witnessed him to show regret over any decision. At this last sentence, Anora would have begun peaking back into the establishment. It wouldn't be hard for her to tell that an intimate conversation between close friends had begun.
"I've contained my natures further than needed. By this, I failed to observe a poison as it entered me.-" Shortly after hearing this, Odin practically threw himself into the air. The giants body had gone rigid with mixed emotions of anger, surprise, and extreme guilt.
"A POIS-....!!" Pahn raised his left palm towards Odin just as he'd begun to shout, ushering the befuddled being to calm himself. Several seconds later, the tall blue beast relaxed enough to cross his legs once more by a loud *THUD!* with the earth below.
"I haven't much time, those responsible are seeking my regalia. May I trust you to assist my crossing River Styx?" By these words, Odin was drawn aback. He looked shocked, perhaps even fearful.
"..Do you believe I'm prepared for that? You did lose permission when-..." Odin paused during his question, as if struggling to find the proper words to bring about a particular subject. "-When 'she' passed." Those last three words were soft and quiet in their tender release.
"I'm aware. I'm well aware...-" Troubled sighs fill Pahn's banter by these words. "-We'll defy Nike's exile, I know. Regardless, you understand what will happen if we aren't quick about this."
"I do.." Odin would surrender, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

Our godly pair would now sit in silence for several long moments. They would eat their pizza as neither Pahn nor Odin could immediately think of a thing to say. Yet, before long, blue lips would inevitably find a way to lighten disparate moods.

"I'd say I've lost another bet with my wife." Odin would tentatively chuckle, speaking on his often humorous home life.
"Oh yeah? Still proving you wrong at every turn, is she?" Pahn grins at his friend, the gambles Odin and Frigg make with one another being the topic for many a conversation in the past.
"Aye, her sharp wit's a double edge.-" The god would laugh aloud before continuing between slices of pizza. "-She said you'd need help when I felt your brand lose potency. I wagered you wouldn't. Now, she's proven right again." His laugh then escalated, each below pushing a powerful vibration into this buildings walls.
"What did you lose this time?" Pahn inquires, his mood lightening further upon eating and conversing further.
"I lost Sleipnir for a century!" At this, Pahn would spit forth out of surprise before they both broke into an uproarious bought of laughter.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Lol yeah, story of my life, but I kind of love it. I feel I'd think of my life as rather dull if I didn't have stuff to try and work on or fix all the time. Also, I feel it just means god has some stuff for me to keep working on out of love on his part.

Anyways, my sisters visiting presently. It's something good this time, but nonetheless, it's keeping me from posting as I'd like to.

Though, I will tell you, things are gonna be less of "A new character every five seconds!!" and more of "The journey is beginning!". Anora will still have questions I'm sure, but there'll be more time for answers. Besides, whats life without a little curiosity ;D

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

I had a brief moment of feeling better from the food poisoning before a cold and sore throat got a hold of me. On top of working I've just been falling asleep before replying and such. Sorry about all that, I have work off tomorrow so I should have the energy to reply sometime in the afternoon I think.