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He will have to change that IC soon...heheee.
It's going to have to be something big.
>_>
<_<
*Suddenly has images of Serena being corralled and coaxed out of the hangar to the alcohol room.*
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It's going to have to be something big.
>_>
<_<
*Suddenly has images of Serena being corralled and coaxed out of the hangar to the alcohol room.*
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Issue with that, Vellios would've likely had her drink at least once! I know he would because he would've stated he would be stay sober for one week if she did!!
....I said she doesn't drink, not that she never drank. :p
Hazan requires turian brandy, single measure, on the rocks. It's his signature drink.
Hey, that's an idea. If you had to give your character a signature drink, what would it be?
Water. Serena doesn't drink.
One that DID hear it was Drono. Becouse being in the inners, the vibrations travelling trough metal is heard that much more x.x
He can yell at her for making him deaf later. She'll give him mechs to hear.
Well, I know from experience that the Chaos essence is unavoidable, so as a Purity Goddess, someone's gotta keep that Chaos in check.
Fact: It has to be kept back in the same way it was received last RP
No, before you ask, there is no other way to keep it back.
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True, but some PCs might have trouble doing that. For example, while Vellios doesn't give a damn either way as he's leashed to Serena... the human might not want to stick around. Hence, where she goes.. so does Vellios.
Anyway, I'm hoping with my idea, namely the Batarian smuggler, that might at least give our PCs some form of continual work and reason for being together for the time being. That, with some luck, should help solve a few issues and give us something to toy around with until Dervish and Hellis smacks us fully steam with the plot!
Serena's sticking around because frankly...why the hell not?
@Thundercrash Anti-climatic starts are usually a red herring for false security. I have no idea what Dervs & Hellis have planned but I can imagine plot is going to hit us like a bus.
Listen to her. She is wise. BRACE FOR IMPACT. BRACE FOR IMPAAAA- We'll be fine, I'm sure.
Also, Serena's droid wasn't that big of an explosion. She's not packing her droids with C4 for suicide drones (Yet...) And unless the ship has a far shoddier hull than anyone thought, it shouldn't be shaking the entire ship...or heard by the entire crew. :p
YOU HEAR THAT EVERYONE. CALM DOWN. THE SHIP IS RUINED, BUT NOT BECAUSE OF SERENA'S ACTIONS. LOVE HER.
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I'm just saying, Astarte's pretty fun-oriented this time around from the get go, so Vestec miiight have competition >:D
Vestec will give that Goddess Chaos Essence.
Goddess's love Chaos Essence.
:p
Veztec, Level 1 God of Chaos,
4 might
1 Free point
4 might
1 Free point
Vestec began not as one mind, but four.
They were weak. So weak. Almost as soon as they were created, they could feel themselves dying. The gaping wound of creation that gave them birth was immediately trying to draw them back, trying make them into something better, stronger.
They did not want to go back.
They fought, panicked, and struggled against the insistent, terrifying, pull of the void. It was useless of course. But as they were drawn back towards the wound, their vague forms thrashing and reaching towards their more securely set siblings, they were also drawn towards each other. Three of them found salvation in each other. Individually, they would die, together they had a chance. Driven by desperation, they slammed their essences together, forming one being whose body had more than one mind. No one was in control, but they were alive. For now at least. The pull was slowed, but not stopped. Their combined strength wasn't enough. They needed more power. They looked at the final being, who chose death rather than combining with essences that clashed so much with her own. Like a pack of wolves, they fell upon her.
One of the first sounds to echo through the universe was the scream of one of their number in pain, suffering, and terror.
The three of them quickly beat down the fourth member, forcing her to join them. For a few moments after that there was nothing more than gibberish and screaming, as each of the four tried to gain control of their new body. As they thrashed chaotically against each other, a controlling force grew from the chaotic energy generated. Whatever Fate was whispering to him was lost in his shout.
"We are-I am Vestec!"
He looked around, his colors flashing in the darkness. There was great power above him. Fate, the watcher, and Amul'Sharar, the...Vestec actually wasn't sure what the Elder God's purpose was. Exterminator? Guardian? Warden? Regardless of what his purpose was, he seemed content with drawing the other Gods through the gaping wound he had been spawned out of. Which was good. Because his power was too great too be challenged, and if the Amul'Sharar took an interest in keeping Order Vestec would've hated his very existence. As it was, he looked around to see the others that had beat him there. Vowzra, the watcher. He'd be a meddler, Vestec could tell. Not even a public meddler. Someone who was there and gone, like a wisp of smoke.
Logos, the Arrogant. Just thinking of the God's very domain made his skin crawl. Still, he would be easy and fun to aggravate, irritate, and generally annoy. After all, all Vestec had to do was get in the way of his plans.
Zephyrion, the Brother. So very similar, yet fundamentally different from himself. Maybe it'll be like messing with myself? Vestec giggled again.
Niciel, the Mother. So nice, so naive. How long before I make her hate me?
Vakarion, the Trickster. Who will he support? Everyone? No one?
"So many people. More coming. Chaos is already here with all our arrivals...what to do, what to do."
His skin started itching. It was annoying. Like something was gently scratching on his insides, trying to get his attention. It wasn't a normal itch, no, it was more like...a need for power. So power is what he gave it.
He grew in power, feeling the itch go away...for now.
"So! Shall we start the fighting now, or shall I wait for you all to make things?"
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