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Honestly, a Trauma Center x Toyko Ghoul (with or without Code Lyoko in it) sounds like a phenomenal concept.
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"And how smart you are only determined which way you fall." - a dream I had once
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Since the rp is 18+, do the character need to be as well?
I'll probably take sloth if we're going for the sins. Or if someone else wants it I'll take the lesser known eighth of apathy.
Interested, but I'll see if I can come up with anything before the interest check closes. No promises I'll be able to come up with something good in time though.
Is there a CS template and/or what is the requirement for making a character, I guess? Is there even one?

Edit: Whoops, I totally missed it lol. Sorry about that.





Well, it was over. The surgery was apparently a success, and Crystal had a blue gemstone to show for it. She sat about in her dorm as she thought of all the ways things could play out from here. Ever since her breakdown days before she'd been more conscious of her actions, and was far more reserved in them. What kind of future laid before her now? She tried to pull her magic from the gem inlaid in her navel but to no avail. It seemed like she wouldn't get an answer anytime soon.

The dawn of the third day had come and gone, and she had watched as Rivka stood alone in the streets, blazing with magic and power as she tore through two Void with her Gladius and one with her bare hands engulfed in magic. Now it was her turn, and she felt for the second time since meeting her schoolmates inadequate, unworthy to stand alongside them as an Ars Magi.

β€œNow lowering diffusion level. Nox levels rising.”

She could feel the gazes of her allies from the observation tower behind her. Most specifically, she wondered how Rivka saw her, now that she'd experienced the thrill of fighting with magic. Did she feel the same as the other girls did? Did she realize how impressive she had been when she was in Crystal's place? Crystal had never felt the need to outperform anyone but herself, but now... now she felt differently.

But that desire was slowly overcome by the rising tension and discord within her mind. She grasped her head in both hands and closed her eyes.

β€œManifestation of Voids detected.”

There was a flicker of what could only be described as pressure in the environment as a Void formed, followed by another and another still. Crystal didn't need to open her eyes, she could feel their oppressive pressence. It was as if she was standing by a radiator in the middle of summer; heat and its haze surrounded her very being, enveloping her senses and bringing all of its force to bear against her soul. The world was spinning. It was simply too much, it was simply too hot, it was simply...

An illusion. Like a star bursting, a singular point of space within the universe of her mind lit up, only for that light to go out just as she tried to grasp it. And like a dying star it seemed to contract and bend in on itself as she finally managed to reach it, her touch bearing the key to its transformation.

Crystal did not hold within her a blazing supernova, as Rivka did. What she bore was not the brilliant lives of the stars, their fleeting final moments, nor their offspring that circled them endlessly in their attempt to emulate their parents. She did not have inside of her the unending void that would birth all of creation; she was not a vessel for the very fabric of existence itself and neither did she hold inside the forces which permeated all that there was or ever would be. It seemed that the whole of reality itself was not of her, in all of its entirety and glory. Rather, when she reached out to the light and felt it be snuffed out at her merest touch, she realized that it was not the journey of life that she was made of, but its inevitable demise. The demise of all things, the truest death of all: heat death. The frozen shell of what once was and would never be again. If one was not dead until warm and dead, then she would walk atop the River Styx itself, alive and well as she stood upon its frozen form and laugh at those who could not but fall through its surface.

Freeze over.

There was a soft and cold light for a moment which engulfed Crystal's form before fading into her body and revealing her once again, now clad in her Parma with her Gladius standing proudly next to her. The Voids had begun approaching her, the nearest ready to lunge.

She opened her now-blue eyes, and she saw the world finally for what it was. The unbearable heat she felt had subsided as it was forced to flee from her in fear. And now she was to be accosted by filth? Her hand struck the hilt of her sword, the force enough to make it slice through the ground it was standing in and fly into an arc. The as the blade approached her head, she moved her neck forwards and her left hand upwards to once again strike Hiems' (for what else would she call her manifested will?) hilt, making the flat of its blade dance along her arm. She turned her entire body as if entranced, her Gladius now spinning across its grip in only but a few orbits around her neck until she struck the sword with her right hand, transferring the spin onto her wrist before it finally found its rest with its unblemished grip held gently against her palm.

It took only a single swing to bisect the oncoming Void down its vertical center, ice instantly forming from where pearlescent blade met obsidian flesh, if it could even be called such. Crystal fought the urge to toss her sword between her hands; she had already learned all she needed of its weight from her performance. It was neigh weightless, the only heft it had was that which was needed to know that she was holding something and that which helped her swing. And swing she did as the second Void approached, this time slashing upwards to effortlessly cut through her foe. She could do better, she knew, but without practice she would not dare risk giving an enemy an opening simply to speed along the fight. So she held herself in place, waiting for the final enemy to attack.

'He who strikes first loses.' This simple phrase echoed through her mind as the final Void rushed towards her, and she held her Gladius out straight in front of her. There was a momentary lapse and it was over, her entire being having moved in an instant towards the Void, piercing its center mass as ice spread from the wound. Crystal slowly drew back her blade and the ice sculpture resembling a Void crumbled into diamond dust as Hiems' tip left it.

Finally, Crystal took a deep breath and smiled.
Popping in again because why not, again not reading anything, but it basically comes down to: Do you want him to be unique as the only Living God there is, period, ever, anywhere, in any Plane... or do you want him to be one of many? Because if it's the former, a Plane would theoretically work, though we'd need to put a lot of thought into how they work in general because we're not at the stage in MR where even thinking about Planes was necessary. But if it's the latter then Planes simply won't work because they're not infinite or close enough to be filled with countless Living Gods.
Just popping in without reading anything since my last comment to say: Sorry for throwing in the idea of a Plane so flippantly. There's a lot of heated debate right now about whether or not that's a good idea so I wanted to apologize to everyone for starting that. Also I want to apologize to @Caldizar for everyone being dumb enough to just say things here while still working things out. Kinda like I'm doing right now. So sorry for all that.
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Ah, well yeah in this case it would be another Plane, at least as I'm determining it here. This was written by someone who was just making their own CYOA and lore, so it probably won't fit entirely perfectly if we go into what makes each function. Especially since I don't know all of what makes the Verse he comes from run outside of minor mentions in the CYOA itself to creation energies, along with Ad and Sub Deus.

Whatever either of those last two are.

Good thing I didn't make one of his goals Amaranth then, because as far as the author of the CYOA intended, that's actual omnipotence. Like, no limit, and since it's described as a level of power beyond what a Living God currently has, I could easily see it being him ascending to that higher Scale you mentioned. At least in this case, since the author says all narratives and stories are yours in the description of it.

But uh, he ain't geared towards that, so.


Alright, sweet. No worries then.

I find it funny that the CYOA used the term "Amaranth" when one of our players made up something called "Amaranthine". It's a nice coincidence.
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They are the same thing, but using different terms. The author of that CYOA essentially intended for Verses to be their own Existences containing omniverses and such along with our own universe from what the lore they wrote says. I will point out that since Zachary has Anarchic Verses on his sheet, it naturally implies the existence of many other Verses and Existences, not all of which are necessarily similar. In Zachary's case, his Verse or Existence does not have any of the OCs or organizations from MR, merely official works like Marvel and such, along with some organizations found in the CYOA.

Essentially, his Verse is another Existence in the Outside, it's just different in terms of structure, contents, and referential terminology. That's how I intend to make it work, and honestly how it most likely would given how closely the CYOA author's lore and the lore you've made here align.

I should also note that since he's the only Living God as far as we're aware, in this roleplay anyway, that only he knows for sure out of everything in his Verse that other Existences are real. Since he's the only being from his Verse who operates at a level beyond it and all other than the Entities, who I just assume are so batshit insane they can't do anything with such knowledge. Course wanting to live a normal life means he didn't tell anyone a damn thing before he left to come to the one Myriad Reality takes place in...


So that would be what we call a "Plane" then. Yeah, I know the term is slightly confusing since it often is used in more low-level form, but basically our system is that Existence is a Plane, alongside other "Existences" that we know nothing about (bar one Plane in particular) and can't access, all of which fits on what is called a "Scale", which is like an omniverse for Planes. Then there's, theoretically, lower Scales and at least one known higher Scale, all of which can't interact with our Scale.
If all that makes sense, it sounds like the only thing to note would be that Zachary is from a different Plane that probably doesn't work off of Code, but does likely work off philotes regardless of that? Since he's in Existence he's likely been converted to Code to, well, "exist" in it. (Code being in the simplest terms the things which the states of determine bigger things. Like atoms were thought to be and sort of like DNA just with countless possible states.)
Wrote more but "Multiplayer" and "Anarchic Verses" sort of already say everything I was going to, so I'll leave it out unless you want to hear it.
Another reason I stress reading his sheet is so I don't have to explain something twice, and also so no one gets upset if he does use his powers. I've had this happen before mind, where some lazy twat doesn't read what my character can actually do and then gets pissy when I proceed to do said thing.

I really don't want a repeat of that, especially not here, so please take some time to read his sheet and then the CYOA authors lore on what a Verse is. That way you know who Zachary is as a Living God, and the scale his powers actually operate on. Like I'm not using his full might because that doesn't fit him as a character at this point in his arc, but what little he can use is still extremely broken, and I'd prefer you know that beforehand so no ones fun gets ruined.


No worries, I get that. But I have a few questions. The "Verse" explanation seems very similar to that of "Existence" as we define it here. Is your intention that they *are* the same thing, or that one exists within the other, or are you saying that the "Verse" is a different Plane, for example? I'm just trying to figure out how things will interact since the "Verse" does fundamentally differ in some ways from "Existence".
Cold, too cold, yet it is somehow comforting. Normally lucid dreams have turned to a fading slideshow of Technicolor and emotion, all of which crash against the shore of personhood like waves only to freeze solid, now a part of it, or at least an outer shell. This sedimentary buildup continued for what felt like days, sapping strength from the mind yet strengthening it at the same time. More and more of these feelings fell to the ground and buried the self, slowly crushing themselves into more compact and tight forms. The ego began to melt away only to be frozen solid once again, these new materials mixing with it. The firn built by the super-ego and the emotional turmoil was washed with a mixture of the now solid hard-shelled ego and the freezing temperature of the id, becoming what could only be called a glacier that cut its way through the landscape of the self. You are you. I am me. I am-

Crystal awoke, her eyes still shut. There was a throbbing sensation in her head and stomach, and she wished she had stayed asleep. Her muscles felt like back when she first started her martial training, sore beyond measure, though without the runner's high that she felt back then. She slowly turned her head to each side, noticing the IV inserted in her arm and the other girls resting in similar states as herself. It seemed as though Chie was trying to get up already. If she was in any state similar to what Crystal was in, that wasn't a good idea. She waited for her to realize that and to say something.

"Is... everyone feeling okay?"

"Not the greatest, no, but not the worst I've felt. I would recommend not trying to move around very much. We have no idea how intrusive the surgery was, or how our bodies will react to the Armagus..." Crystal swallowed weakly. "It seems we have a newcomer as well." was all she managed to say before her voice gave out and she closed her eyes to try to rest more, though she doubted she'd succeed.
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