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Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.
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This was quite the annoyance. He had given his warning, and now his claim on the planet was being thrown into doubt? "60 million terran years ago, my people conquered this planet. We slaughtered the Old Ones that stood before us, and wrested it from their hands. The inhabitants, whatever they may be, bowed before our supreme might, and worshipped us as Gods." The Necron Lord held up a hand, and all the Necron Warriors raised their weapons "Simply because of our absence, our claim has not wavered. The indigenous species have forgotten us, but our memory is not so faulty, and I will claim what was once mine. Do not presume to threaten me, alien, or I will show you just how little a threat these enemies pose to me."
Cur'A'Sol, Necron Lord of Kronos, Nemesor of the Crimson Guard, looked at the angel above. The idea that the planet had the right to anything was quite silly tot the ancient noble, to whome most of the younger races were but toddlers trying to impress the other toddlers in the playground. However, for the simply sake of diplomacy, Cur'A'Sol would indulge the winged alien. "To retake the planet would imply that the planet ever belonged to another. The planet was always under Necron rule, and that claim has not disappeared. Merely our absence does not give primitives the right to lay claim to those worlds rightfully belonging to the Necron." In life, Cur'A'Sol had been quite an elegant gentleman, and a bit of a diplomat, which made him far more agreeable than most Necron Lords. However, even he was not inclined to mercy. "However, if you are implying that they would attempt to take this planet from it's rightful owner, then is that not little more than an invasion? Their ignorance can be forgiven, and as such I have the amnesty to allow them to leave before rebuilding this planet as a Tomb World, but to remain would be an act of war against me, and the Triad."
Kami arcs an eyebrow at the fool who would disturb him in the middle of teaching manners to the other ignorant fool. Of course, such behavior was only to be expected from beings unwilling to accept him as their God. Stubborn, useless minds, wasting away at goals they could never achieve, like ants building a colony. So proud of their work, devoting their entire lives to it, slaving away, ignorant to just how tiny and worthless that entire life was. Kami pitied them. "I killed you once. It is mere common coutesy to remain dead, and mere common sense not to draw my attention." While any other foe would have struck Mithias down, Kami ignored the change in signatures, taking the moment, instead, to gloat and look smug.
As Kaika watches the spectacle, the glowing planet seems to explode, as raw power rips through the surrounding space armada. It's impossible to see just how many factions were fighting, what they were fighting for, and who led them. All they were from so far away were blinking lights, soem larger than others, occasionally exploding. However, the explosion of the planet unavoidably takes it's toll on any ships too close to it, ripping apart all regardless of allignment. Of course, this show of destructive force is dwarfed by the spectacle that was revealed afterwards, the source of the ancient power.
Amidst the debris of the remains of the planet floats a giant figure, partially human in appearance and yet infinitely different. It's easily the size of a large continent, outsizing even the moons that had orbited the planet, visible even from so far away. Thousands of long arms extended from its humanoid torso, each hand holding a strange symbol of power from ancient times. Instead of a face, it bears three masks, one for sadness, one for happiness, and one that seems to contain nothing but infinity. It's main face, the Mask of Inifinity, seems to contain the very universe, all that is known and unknown, an absolute equilibrium. Simply looking at it is like looking at the universe from the perspective of a God, witnessing it's creation thousands of times over, as Galaxies expands and contract in slow motion. Dressed in not any garment of clothing, but rather in all garments of clothing this strange being's appearance seems to shift to conform to whatever thoughts flicker through your head, and whenever you even blink, or change angle, a new secret of it's appearance is revealed, a new face, a new Mask, a new appearance. A being that came from before life, before death, from before even the birth of this very universe, ancient beyond measure of all but the greatest of Gods and Spirits.
However, even as the mysterious creature appears, several more beings enter the fray. Not too far from Kaika's location, a group of humanoid figures walks from a bright glowing portal. They walk in pairs, each pair completely identical, like a parade of twins. First come two humanoid wolves, their eyes bright green, dressed in what seem to be elegant suits. Spectres of the dead swirl around the pair, and merely their walk reinforces the undeniable aura of death that encases the barren planet Kaika had been stranded upon. They walked with stiffness, and yet an odd elegance, their grave demeanor reflecting upon the power that excedes from these beings. Each was most likely a God of some power.
Next, come two long, elegant women, both covered in bright green scales. They're entirely reptillian, fingers extended into claws, long membranous frills around their necks, brightly colored orange and yellow. Red spots could be seen around their eyes, and a close observer would find distinct birthmarks all over their bodies like tattoos in a variety of colors. Each was dressed in a flamboyant suit of animal hides and feathers, wearing a crown of bones, and from each one could feel, to stark contrast of the two before, a wild power of life. A force of evolution and growth, the wild untamed power of life unmatched. Instead of clashing with the auras of the more somber wolves, however, it merely cycles around it, in perfect balance with one another.
Lastly, come a pair of foxes, long and elegant, covered in white fur. Their bright blue eyes seem to hold great secrets, and from their backs trail nine tails, each of which add only to a certain feeling of casual elegance. They tread, and whispers are heard of knowledge forgotten or forbidden, secrets both ancient and new. Dark temptations and goals forged through secrecy, lost knowledge and the answers of unsolvable mysteries. While the other two might lie in contrast to one another, it is this aura that seems to unite the two, as each of these mysterious figures silently takes it's place, staring up at the spectacle in the sky.
As Kaika watches the spectacle, the glowing planet seems to explode, as raw power rips through the surrounding space armada. It's impossible to see just how many factions were fighting, what they were fighting for, and who led them. All they were from so far away were blinking lights, soem larger than others, occasionally exploding. However, the explosion of the planet unavoidably takes it's toll on any ships too close to it, ripping apart all regardless of allignment. Of course, this show of destructive force is dwarfed by the spectacle that was revealed afterwards, the source of the ancient power.
Amidst the debris of the remains of the planet floats a giant figure, partially human in appearance and yet infinitely different. It's easily the size of a large continent, outsizing even the moons that had orbited the planet, visible even from so far away. Thousands of long arms extended from its humanoid torso, each hand holding a strange symbol of power from ancient times. Instead of a face, it bears three masks, one for sadness, one for happiness, and one that seems to contain nothing but infinity. It's main face, the Mask of Inifinity, seems to contain the very universe, all that is known and unknown, an absolute equilibrium. Simply looking at it is like looking at the universe from the perspective of a God, witnessing it's creation thousands of times over, as Galaxies expands and contract in slow motion. Dressed in not any garment of clothing, but rather in all garments of clothing this strange being's appearance seems to shift to conform to whatever thoughts flicker through your head, and whenever you even blink, or change angle, a new secret of it's appearance is revealed, a new face, a new Mask, a new appearance. A being that came from before life, before death, from before even the birth of this very universe, ancient beyond measure of all but the greatest of Gods and Spirits.
However, even as the mysterious creature appears, several more beings enter the fray. Not too far from Kaika's location, a group of humanoid figures walks from a bright glowing portal. They walk in pairs, each pair completely identical, like a parade of twins. First come two humanoid wolves, their eyes bright green, dressed in what seem to be elegant suits. Spectres of the dead swirl around the pair, and merely their walk reinforces the undeniable aura of death that encases the barren planet Kaika had been stranded upon. They walked with stiffness, and yet an odd elegance, their grave demeanor reflecting upon the power that excedes from these beings. Each was most likely a God of some power.
Next, come two long, elegant women, both covered in bright green scales. They're entirely reptillian, fingers extended into claws, long membranous frills around their necks, brightly colored orange and yellow. Red spots could be seen around their eyes, and a close observer would find distinct birthmarks all over their bodies like tattoos in a variety of colors. Each was dressed in a flamboyant suit of animal hides and feathers, wearing a crown of bones, and from each one could feel, to stark contrast of the two before, a wild power of life. A force of evolution and growth, the wild untamed power of life unmatched. Instead of clashing with the auras of the more somber wolves, however, it merely cycles around it, in perfect balance with one another.
Lastly, come a pair of foxes, long and elegant, covered in white fur. Their bright blue eyes seem to hold great secrets, and from their backs trail nine tails, each of which add only to a certain feeling of casual elegance. They tread, and whispers are heard of knowledge forgotten or forbidden, secrets both ancient and new. Dark temptations and goals forged through secrecy, lost knowledge and the answers of unsolvable mysteries. While the other two might lie in contrast to one another, it is this aura that seems to unite the two, as each of these mysterious figures silently takes it's place, staring up at the spectacle in the sky.
Hey Gummi! Yeah, sorry for not posting on Crossover Creek anymore, but I went on holiday for a week or so, and then when I came back, I realized it just wasn't worth reading through five books worth of text to be able to post there again ^^
In any case, I'm going to warn you on the whole immortality thing, which is that there's an unspoken rule in HCL that true immortality is impossible. Lots of players in the early stages of HCL created immortal characters that could never be killed off, which is when I introduced Stein, who can kill off most 'immortal' beings by ripping their very essence into tiny shreds and lobotomize the remains. While it's not an absolute rule, all people will have special weapons to take down immortal characters, and no matter what trapping you give your immortality, someone's going to counter it.
To give a quick example, you stated that Fate had determined the point of Kaika's death, and she could not die until then. Now, Hope, a character you met, was created with the ability to rewrite the core rules of the universe to remove such bonds. Some beings are immortal because they are deemed necessary by one of the universe's core forces, and Hope exists to kill such beings by removing their immortal status.
Fair warning has been given.
In any case, I'm going to warn you on the whole immortality thing, which is that there's an unspoken rule in HCL that true immortality is impossible. Lots of players in the early stages of HCL created immortal characters that could never be killed off, which is when I introduced Stein, who can kill off most 'immortal' beings by ripping their very essence into tiny shreds and lobotomize the remains. While it's not an absolute rule, all people will have special weapons to take down immortal characters, and no matter what trapping you give your immortality, someone's going to counter it.
To give a quick example, you stated that Fate had determined the point of Kaika's death, and she could not die until then. Now, Hope, a character you met, was created with the ability to rewrite the core rules of the universe to remove such bonds. Some beings are immortal because they are deemed necessary by one of the universe's core forces, and Hope exists to kill such beings by removing their immortal status.
Fair warning has been given.
As Bug struck at Kami, Kami simply exploded with power, every insect that came near his divine form burned to a crisp. The stomp turned into a fall, as the titan's foot is removed with ease. There weren't many creatures capable of killing a being such as Bug, but Kami, with his power to immolate entire planets, was most definitely one of them, capable of outclassing even genuine Gods.
Oh, BTW, I'm planning on having a Ctan Shard be sealed within the Fairy Tail world, okay?
Tsukune's face darkens, and even the room itself, conjured from Tsukune's own mind, loses it's calming aspect. As he looks up, his smile is a sad one. "Let's just say that we all have our demons." As the world of the stone begins to fade, Tsukune's face begins to crack. Flames cover the room, as screams echo through the building. Horrifying shapes move across the walls, as the vague impresisons of humans flee in terror. Suddenly, people shift into focus as they're ripped apart, still living as impossibly shaped demons devour their livers. And over it all can be heard the sound of Stein's laughter, as the school building, and everything in it, is ripped apart before your very eyes. And in the midst, Tsukune stands, his skin turned to obsidian, his eyes to red. Two black wings unfold from his back, and when he looks at you, you see nothing but the mad hatred of a demon, driven by the desperation of a broken man. The darkness within.
And as you blink, you find yourself once more using your eyes, instead of a spiritual metaphor for eyes. Before you, you see Kami, and Bug striking Kami, and you can feel Tsukune having become, in some ways, a part of you. You have been granted the power to be equal to the Gods and Demons that inhabited this realm, and to fight next to the likes of Bug and Drac without fear. And before you stood the first who would attempt to strike you down.
And as you blink, you find yourself once more using your eyes, instead of a spiritual metaphor for eyes. Before you, you see Kami, and Bug striking Kami, and you can feel Tsukune having become, in some ways, a part of you. You have been granted the power to be equal to the Gods and Demons that inhabited this realm, and to fight next to the likes of Bug and Drac without fear. And before you stood the first who would attempt to strike you down.
They were right to fear him, of course. However, he would act with all the honor and dignity that was necessary of a noble. While he was literally incapable of fearing these new beings, or their masters, he would be a fool to underestimate them. His goal was not extermination, but domination. His orders, ingrained into his very base mind, were to rebuild the Necron empire, and this could be done through peace as well as war. "I am the Lord of Kronos, Cur'A'Shol of Sautekh. If you represent your race, then you may remain on the planet, as a diplomatic embassy. I shall be retaking this planet, as it is the rightful property of the Necron Empire, won in honorable battle against the Old Ones in the War in Heaven, 60 million years ago." The Necron Lord, unlike some of his kin, found no shame in his past. He himself had not conquered this planet, he did not even know which planet it was he resided on currently, but all planets of the known universe had been conquered by the Necron.
Kaika, through whatever process had led her there, found herself on one of the many deserted worlds of the universe. These worlds weren't capable of sustaining much life, although to magical beings such as herself this was hardly ever a problem, and they vastly outnumbered those few worlds in which life can exist. However, while Kaika could have appeared at any place in the vast emptiness of space, she was a certain kind of person. The kind of person who, no matter what they did, would always end up in the middle of great events, those people drawn to the moments that define history. Takers of the center stage, the great forces of evil and good that determined the future of the entire universe, on occasion, beings drawn to action. Bob called the Players, Lon called them Destined, Stein called them Prey. Of course, nobody knew quite why the universe worked this way, besides the unfathomable minds of the Primals, but it seemed to be a rule ingrained into the very workings of reality that these certain people would be chosen to become involved in the matters that decided the fate of all of creation.
Guided by the mysterious Destiny attached to those who bear this curse, Kaika had, seemingly by coincidence, appeared on a planet with a great view. For, even as she were to look up at the night sky, she would be greeted by a sight of both beauty and horror. Thousands of lights could be seen, brighter than stars and in many colors, moving across the night sky, exploding, moving, shooting. An armada of space ships, seen from the surface of this barren world. However, these measly ships were dwarfed by a glow that dominated the sky, a mass one could only describe as a glowing planet, lighting up the entire sky. Even from thousands upon thousands of miles away, anyone with the slightest magical potential could feel the waves of ancient magical power emanating from whatever was on that planet, a dark power that would have driven those less skilled at the arcane arts to insanity.
Guided by the mysterious Destiny attached to those who bear this curse, Kaika had, seemingly by coincidence, appeared on a planet with a great view. For, even as she were to look up at the night sky, she would be greeted by a sight of both beauty and horror. Thousands of lights could be seen, brighter than stars and in many colors, moving across the night sky, exploding, moving, shooting. An armada of space ships, seen from the surface of this barren world. However, these measly ships were dwarfed by a glow that dominated the sky, a mass one could only describe as a glowing planet, lighting up the entire sky. Even from thousands upon thousands of miles away, anyone with the slightest magical potential could feel the waves of ancient magical power emanating from whatever was on that planet, a dark power that would have driven those less skilled at the arcane arts to insanity.
((I'm going to post this again, based on the Necron Lord's new awakening))
Cur'a'Shol had slept, dreamlessly, for nearly 60 million years. He had witnessed the birth of the Eldar race, and the fought in the War in Heaven. He himself had led hundreds of warriors to battle in the name of the Triad and the Ctan Masters, the Star Gods. He had performed the Red Harvests, the complete extermination of life on a planet just to feed their callous, cruel masters, and witnessed the horrors his army had wreaked. Ancient and powerful, Cur'A'Shol had been rusting away for sixty million years, awakening slowly from slumber alongside his army, laid dormant by the Silent King. He was of the Sautekh, a royal who had been granted, through curse or blessing, an immortal body that held his mind forevermore, soulles.
The Tomb World of Kronos had entered the revivification process when it's computers detected heavy weaponfire and explosions across the planet's surface. The weakest of the common soldiers had emerged, stuck with sleep and malfunction, incapable of harnessing Phase Technology without severe limitations. Cur'A'Sol, however, in his eagerness to establish himself as lord of the planet, had sent out this weak army, only to find the entrance to his Tombs shut off, his forces severely depleted. It was almost unheard of for a Necron Warrior to truly die, as their bodies were immortal and self-repairing, phasing to the repair facilities of the Tomb World whenever any serious damage occured, but many had been destroyed during his failed assault of the younger races. Arrogance and brashness had led to the defeat of the royal of Sautekh, third most powerful in the Necrontyr Empire. His honor, as well as his dignity, had been damaged.
When the Necron Noble emerged from the facility within which he had been contained, he hd fully awakened, with ten Necron Warriors by his side, each fully awakened and prepared for the oncoming battle. When he stepped out into the open air, he saw a young race, wearing what seemed to be a fairly basic form of power armor. Their leader, however, could clearly be seen to be more than that, a being from the Warp, yet different from the Enslavers that had nearly wiped out the Old Ones and their creations. He had seen these beings before on Kronus, although his still partially hybernating mind had ignored them. This time, he chose a more tactful approach, as he spoke to the leader of this group. "You stand before a Noble of Sautekh. Bear witness, for hereby I, Cur'A'Sol of Sautekh, claim dominion to this planet, by the rights invested in me by the Triad. You shall be given a time period of a single cycle of the star to evacuate the planet, before I shall commence a cleansing of those that are too foolhardy to leave it. Now inform your superiors of this, and begone."
While his tone might seem arrogant, to some, the Necron saw nothing but a child built of flesh and blood. He regarded the Chaos Space Marines not as sentient beings, or even as a threat, but more as one would regard a dog, or an ant. It was an inferior lifeform, and it was only his honor code that kept him from swatting it. He would establish a connection to the Tomb World and spread the influence of the Necron Empire here, expanding it. While he would have preferred to fully colonise the Tomb World's surface, it had proven too hostile, and he desired to work out of the eyes of the factions he had witnessed, which could interfere with the birth of his empire. With the Silent King dead and gone, Cur'A'Sol would become the new Silent King, and lead the Necron into a new dynasty.
Cur'a'Shol had slept, dreamlessly, for nearly 60 million years. He had witnessed the birth of the Eldar race, and the fought in the War in Heaven. He himself had led hundreds of warriors to battle in the name of the Triad and the Ctan Masters, the Star Gods. He had performed the Red Harvests, the complete extermination of life on a planet just to feed their callous, cruel masters, and witnessed the horrors his army had wreaked. Ancient and powerful, Cur'A'Shol had been rusting away for sixty million years, awakening slowly from slumber alongside his army, laid dormant by the Silent King. He was of the Sautekh, a royal who had been granted, through curse or blessing, an immortal body that held his mind forevermore, soulles.
The Tomb World of Kronos had entered the revivification process when it's computers detected heavy weaponfire and explosions across the planet's surface. The weakest of the common soldiers had emerged, stuck with sleep and malfunction, incapable of harnessing Phase Technology without severe limitations. Cur'A'Sol, however, in his eagerness to establish himself as lord of the planet, had sent out this weak army, only to find the entrance to his Tombs shut off, his forces severely depleted. It was almost unheard of for a Necron Warrior to truly die, as their bodies were immortal and self-repairing, phasing to the repair facilities of the Tomb World whenever any serious damage occured, but many had been destroyed during his failed assault of the younger races. Arrogance and brashness had led to the defeat of the royal of Sautekh, third most powerful in the Necrontyr Empire. His honor, as well as his dignity, had been damaged.
When the Necron Noble emerged from the facility within which he had been contained, he hd fully awakened, with ten Necron Warriors by his side, each fully awakened and prepared for the oncoming battle. When he stepped out into the open air, he saw a young race, wearing what seemed to be a fairly basic form of power armor. Their leader, however, could clearly be seen to be more than that, a being from the Warp, yet different from the Enslavers that had nearly wiped out the Old Ones and their creations. He had seen these beings before on Kronus, although his still partially hybernating mind had ignored them. This time, he chose a more tactful approach, as he spoke to the leader of this group. "You stand before a Noble of Sautekh. Bear witness, for hereby I, Cur'A'Sol of Sautekh, claim dominion to this planet, by the rights invested in me by the Triad. You shall be given a time period of a single cycle of the star to evacuate the planet, before I shall commence a cleansing of those that are too foolhardy to leave it. Now inform your superiors of this, and begone."
While his tone might seem arrogant, to some, the Necron saw nothing but a child built of flesh and blood. He regarded the Chaos Space Marines not as sentient beings, or even as a threat, but more as one would regard a dog, or an ant. It was an inferior lifeform, and it was only his honor code that kept him from swatting it. He would establish a connection to the Tomb World and spread the influence of the Necron Empire here, expanding it. While he would have preferred to fully colonise the Tomb World's surface, it had proven too hostile, and he desired to work out of the eyes of the factions he had witnessed, which could interfere with the birth of his empire. With the Silent King dead and gone, Cur'A'Sol would become the new Silent King, and lead the Necron into a new dynasty.
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