celty sturluson said
HIA MATT *smiles big*
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Name: Deus Ex Machine, Bob
Age: As old as life itself
Powers: Bob is a living manifestation of all human thought and emotion. He was birthed from the Chaos Plane, the nexus of all thought within the multiverse. He is fed by dreams, thoughts, hopes, and fears throughout the multiverse, and thus is incredibly powerful. Of course, he cannot feed off of all of the multiverse actively, meaning he needs to travel from world to world to collect their dreams and nightmares, making deals to capture souls that he puppets for eternity, forcing them to go through a range of emotions to grant him power.
Bob can manipulate the fabric of reality, manifesting the thoughts and dreams of others. He can create and destroy in equal measure, and his power is limited almost only by his own imagination. It is limited, however, but powered mainly by creativity or intense emotion from those near him. He becomes vastly stronger the more emotional energy he receives, and is capable of directly messing with the mind of anything sentient. He can walk through dreams, manifest icons of emotion, and read the minds and memories of those he faces.
Bob's power is based on a Chaos Gem, which is the center of his being. This is his true body, and this immaterial gem holds all that is Bob. It can only be destroyed with anti-soul attacks, but even then it is strengthened and healed by emotion and creativity. One of the reasons Stein has been unable to kill Bob is due to his own insanity, which only fuels Bob more and more. His body is irrelevant, and can be changed at will. This means Bob has no gender other than the one he decides to have, which changes every couple of years.
Looks: Whatever he wants, but usually this:
Bio: Bob messes with people. It's what he's been doing from the moment he gained sentience, about 100.002 years ago.
From: OC
Theme song:
Age: As old as life itself
Powers: Bob is a living manifestation of all human thought and emotion. He was birthed from the Chaos Plane, the nexus of all thought within the multiverse. He is fed by dreams, thoughts, hopes, and fears throughout the multiverse, and thus is incredibly powerful. Of course, he cannot feed off of all of the multiverse actively, meaning he needs to travel from world to world to collect their dreams and nightmares, making deals to capture souls that he puppets for eternity, forcing them to go through a range of emotions to grant him power.
Bob can manipulate the fabric of reality, manifesting the thoughts and dreams of others. He can create and destroy in equal measure, and his power is limited almost only by his own imagination. It is limited, however, but powered mainly by creativity or intense emotion from those near him. He becomes vastly stronger the more emotional energy he receives, and is capable of directly messing with the mind of anything sentient. He can walk through dreams, manifest icons of emotion, and read the minds and memories of those he faces.
Bob's power is based on a Chaos Gem, which is the center of his being. This is his true body, and this immaterial gem holds all that is Bob. It can only be destroyed with anti-soul attacks, but even then it is strengthened and healed by emotion and creativity. One of the reasons Stein has been unable to kill Bob is due to his own insanity, which only fuels Bob more and more. His body is irrelevant, and can be changed at will. This means Bob has no gender other than the one he decides to have, which changes every couple of years.
Looks: Whatever he wants, but usually this:
Bio: Bob messes with people. It's what he's been doing from the moment he gained sentience, about 100.002 years ago.
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The angel was both graceful and beautiful, as expected from such a being. Built-in traits to beguile and control those humans they considered to be inferior, a facade placed over the mindless servants of the Gods. They were pawns, unimportant besides for the threat they posed, a mere extension of the despicable Gods. Truly, Mathew hated such divine beings that preached divine grace and yet dared not act towards the true evils of the multiverse. Those lazy creatures that reigned in their bubbles of power, ignoring the big picture, swimming in their own hubris. For an agent of such a being, a pawn in the game of one who thought themselves to be greater than all, he felt nothing but contempt, and no amount of beauty or grace could change that.
Incapable or unwilling of hiding the contempt in both his expression and voice, the God Emperor spoke. In person, his voice was far less grand, far less imposing. He made not an imposing speech, as he did before, but spoke quickly and impatiently, already thinking ahead even as the words left his lips. Quite often, Mathew found that words were an insufficiently efficient method of communication for his purposes. "If your Goddess wishes to surrender herself to the empire, and work towards something truly great, then I await the day she appears and kneels before me. However, she will not. I'm not sure if you can understand these words, but to expect a Godess to surrender her personal power towards a greater purpose is foolish, and thus I will not waste my breath, nor my time."
"You come here full of good intentions, no doubt. Based on what I have already gleamed in information from you, your deity is one alligned with good. Either that, or you are an angel of deceit, and simply acting as if you are allied with those powers in some pathetic attempt to trick me. I care not, neither side impresses me, nor do I ally myself with any of these. You will tell your Goddess Lomedea that she will pay a tribute towards me in measure of five worlds, from which she shall remove all her angels, and whose coordinates shall be given to me. I already know she shall not comply, and you will return to me upon her failure to comply to this simple demand. Once you have done so, I shall tear down the very gates of Heave and tear down her palace until she bows before me, and grants me what I wish."
"Do not try to deviate from these orders. Based on the data my scans have gained I can trace any source of energy related to your signature. The greatest such source shall be your Goddess, as she created you, and I will thus find her. Your return is simply for the effort of documentation and to add form to this process. If you fail to bring me the message of war within fifteen days, I shall begin my attack immediately. If you make any attempt to destroy me or any of my machinery, or to convert any citizen of a planet under my rule to your religion, I shall begin my attack. Do you understand these basic instructions I have given you, or do I need to write them down?" Mathew spoke more quickly than most humans were capable of, but that was due to the speed of his thoughts. Still he found English inefficient, and he planned to create a new language which had more consistent grammar, and was more efficient to speak. This perfect language would then become spoken throughout his empire.
Incapable or unwilling of hiding the contempt in both his expression and voice, the God Emperor spoke. In person, his voice was far less grand, far less imposing. He made not an imposing speech, as he did before, but spoke quickly and impatiently, already thinking ahead even as the words left his lips. Quite often, Mathew found that words were an insufficiently efficient method of communication for his purposes. "If your Goddess wishes to surrender herself to the empire, and work towards something truly great, then I await the day she appears and kneels before me. However, she will not. I'm not sure if you can understand these words, but to expect a Godess to surrender her personal power towards a greater purpose is foolish, and thus I will not waste my breath, nor my time."
"You come here full of good intentions, no doubt. Based on what I have already gleamed in information from you, your deity is one alligned with good. Either that, or you are an angel of deceit, and simply acting as if you are allied with those powers in some pathetic attempt to trick me. I care not, neither side impresses me, nor do I ally myself with any of these. You will tell your Goddess Lomedea that she will pay a tribute towards me in measure of five worlds, from which she shall remove all her angels, and whose coordinates shall be given to me. I already know she shall not comply, and you will return to me upon her failure to comply to this simple demand. Once you have done so, I shall tear down the very gates of Heave and tear down her palace until she bows before me, and grants me what I wish."
"Do not try to deviate from these orders. Based on the data my scans have gained I can trace any source of energy related to your signature. The greatest such source shall be your Goddess, as she created you, and I will thus find her. Your return is simply for the effort of documentation and to add form to this process. If you fail to bring me the message of war within fifteen days, I shall begin my attack immediately. If you make any attempt to destroy me or any of my machinery, or to convert any citizen of a planet under my rule to your religion, I shall begin my attack. Do you understand these basic instructions I have given you, or do I need to write them down?" Mathew spoke more quickly than most humans were capable of, but that was due to the speed of his thoughts. Still he found English inefficient, and he planned to create a new language which had more consistent grammar, and was more efficient to speak. This perfect language would then become spoken throughout his empire.
((Sorry, my replies are incredibly late. I'm not sure why, I'm just having trouble replying to this. Can't think of what to post.))
As the planet reforms, even from this distance, you can feel life and death enveloping it. Hundreds of species spawning from the great magics that had been used to seal the great beast. In merely a thousands years, this world would once more be the home to sprawling life, growing and evolving, not knowing of the being that slumbers beneath their homeworld, nor of those that could be considered their creators. The uncaring hand of Gods, life and death flowing from their footsteps. Even now you can tell, as the six deities look at you, that you were not supposed to be here, nor were you supposed to witness these events unfold.
No words are spoken, no sound breaks the icy silence that grows in the absence of noise. The six deities do not speak, and yet each converses with the others. Their bodies might be seperate, but each was bound together by a bond stronger than anything forged by clumsy magics, their very souls intertwined with one another. Minds spoke to one another, above the medium of human speech, as six pairs of silent eyes regard the stranger that had intruded upon this proceeding. After what would have seemed like an eternity of frozen silence, one of the deities, a lizardlike woman in a flowing gown of feathers and hides, steps forward towards you. Her smile is a warm one, and yet her eyes hold nothing but impatience. "Now, dear. I'm sure you're wondering what just happened."
As the planet reforms, even from this distance, you can feel life and death enveloping it. Hundreds of species spawning from the great magics that had been used to seal the great beast. In merely a thousands years, this world would once more be the home to sprawling life, growing and evolving, not knowing of the being that slumbers beneath their homeworld, nor of those that could be considered their creators. The uncaring hand of Gods, life and death flowing from their footsteps. Even now you can tell, as the six deities look at you, that you were not supposed to be here, nor were you supposed to witness these events unfold.
No words are spoken, no sound breaks the icy silence that grows in the absence of noise. The six deities do not speak, and yet each converses with the others. Their bodies might be seperate, but each was bound together by a bond stronger than anything forged by clumsy magics, their very souls intertwined with one another. Minds spoke to one another, above the medium of human speech, as six pairs of silent eyes regard the stranger that had intruded upon this proceeding. After what would have seemed like an eternity of frozen silence, one of the deities, a lizardlike woman in a flowing gown of feathers and hides, steps forward towards you. Her smile is a warm one, and yet her eyes hold nothing but impatience. "Now, dear. I'm sure you're wondering what just happened."
As Martin reached out to Onikage, he found not a man, but a blade. A weapon. A mind honed to a killing edge. Each thought was direct, concentration and focus was absolute. The barrier between conscious and subconscious didn't exist, as every single detail observed was instantly consciously processed. instinct was made irrelevant, everything was processed by the inhuman brain of this warrior, beyond what any normal human could possess. There was no personality, no soul, no wandering thought that could form a niche for any mental invasion. Absolute, strict thought patterns, and yet, when explored, something deeper could be sensed. Something locked away beneath the strict, strong, orderly strength of Onikage the Assassin.
The answer to the mental query was surprising. The first thing about it that made no sense was it's contents. It would be unexpected, as no thought pattern was visible which would indicate such a thought was coming. The second, was that it wasn't just thought out. It was telepathically transmitted to Martin. Directly. The answer, sounding loudly in Martin's head, was as alien as a thought could get. It was like the touch of a slimy beast, slithering over your mind, smooth and cool, impossible in it's perfection, freezing in it's coldness. "An Angel." And then there was silence.
Even as this occurred, Onikage moved in for the combat that would invariably follow. he moved in, and swung Tenshi no Segi, the sword that could cut through anything, technology even more advanced than Jack's nano-materials had made the diamond edge sharp enough to slice through any other material. Every movement was precise, as, without even a conscious thought, muscle memory took a hold. A pattern ingrained into his very being. Step, slash, sidestep, move. Rapidly Onikage advanced, his mind and body perfectly synchronised, not a single opening in his stance, his blade a deadly and constant threat. On those occassions when Rhyss used superior speed to get past his guard Onikage fired his gun with the off hand. It was the perfect martial art, inhumanly perfect, as all about Onikage was. He was the perfect assassin, the perfect warrior, the unstoppable killer. It was only Martin's aid that could grant Rhyss any chance of victory.
The answer to the mental query was surprising. The first thing about it that made no sense was it's contents. It would be unexpected, as no thought pattern was visible which would indicate such a thought was coming. The second, was that it wasn't just thought out. It was telepathically transmitted to Martin. Directly. The answer, sounding loudly in Martin's head, was as alien as a thought could get. It was like the touch of a slimy beast, slithering over your mind, smooth and cool, impossible in it's perfection, freezing in it's coldness. "An Angel." And then there was silence.
Even as this occurred, Onikage moved in for the combat that would invariably follow. he moved in, and swung Tenshi no Segi, the sword that could cut through anything, technology even more advanced than Jack's nano-materials had made the diamond edge sharp enough to slice through any other material. Every movement was precise, as, without even a conscious thought, muscle memory took a hold. A pattern ingrained into his very being. Step, slash, sidestep, move. Rapidly Onikage advanced, his mind and body perfectly synchronised, not a single opening in his stance, his blade a deadly and constant threat. On those occassions when Rhyss used superior speed to get past his guard Onikage fired his gun with the off hand. It was the perfect martial art, inhumanly perfect, as all about Onikage was. He was the perfect assassin, the perfect warrior, the unstoppable killer. It was only Martin's aid that could grant Rhyss any chance of victory.
Mathew smiled as the Archangel dropped his weaponry. A blue portal opened before the angel, leading to Matt's throne room. Of course, Mathew was quite certain that any creature of that level of power would be able to kill him with their bare hands, and as such precautions had been prepared. He would add this creature to his empire through diplomacy or force, and extend that to whatever God he served. If he could study the source of the divine power granted to Angels, he might be able to capture Gods and build entire ships based on draining their divine essence. Create artificial Angels without any sentience, divine machines of destruction under his absolute command. The possibilities were endless if he handled this right.
The room Eclipse entered was quite vast, the cieling reaching high. It was like being inside of a large metal orb, with a flat straight floor covered in a quite comfortable red rug, decorated in circular patterns of golden thread. In the centre of this room stood a large throne formed from metal, a quite uncomfortable looking chair, surrounded by a ring of control panels. Mathews himself sat on this throne, which swivelled around to allow him to access each control panel, his fingers blurring as he inserted commands into the main system of Babylon. Around the throne stand four figures, humanoid, silent. Sleek and refined in their build, they stood like silent mechanical sentinels. However, something about their sleekness, the sheer detail put into their facial expressions of stern will, creates a sense of a waiting predator. Every mechanical muscle was ready to spring into action, and they were far more refined than the basic Battle Drones.
The room Eclipse entered was quite vast, the cieling reaching high. It was like being inside of a large metal orb, with a flat straight floor covered in a quite comfortable red rug, decorated in circular patterns of golden thread. In the centre of this room stood a large throne formed from metal, a quite uncomfortable looking chair, surrounded by a ring of control panels. Mathews himself sat on this throne, which swivelled around to allow him to access each control panel, his fingers blurring as he inserted commands into the main system of Babylon. Around the throne stand four figures, humanoid, silent. Sleek and refined in their build, they stood like silent mechanical sentinels. However, something about their sleekness, the sheer detail put into their facial expressions of stern will, creates a sense of a waiting predator. Every mechanical muscle was ready to spring into action, and they were far more refined than the basic Battle Drones.
There was an explosive sound, like a thousand rockets going off every millisecond, the applause of the entire universe, a clattering that rung through the forest and shook the leaves of the ancient oaks. Each of the vast gattling guns was capable of firing 200 bullets per second, each bullet the size of a grown man's fist. Five of the great weapons fired without warning, and Darkside wasn't filled with holes. He wasn't ripped apart. To say he was killed was an understatement, as the storm of bullets removed all consistency in the biological mass of his body, and the Demigod was turned into a fine red mist. Bone and flesh had been rendered into such small quantities that they were liquid, then spread through the air like a vapor. Absolute and utter annihilation. "That is what happens."
The five drones that had opened fire now aimed their weapons at the two remaining threats. The gattling guns stopped spinning, and in the aftermath of the sudden burst of sound, the silence was deafening. It seemed an eternity passed before, once more, Mathew spoke out, his voice ringing out from every drones at once. It echoed through the trees, like the voice of a God, transmitted from so many sources. "Eclipse, you are welcome to enter my realm. I would be happy to negotiate terms, hopefully under less dire of circumstances. I would invite you to my ship, Babylon, where we may speak in person. However, I must ask you to disarm yourself before I do so. A simple precaution, as you must understand."
The five drones that had opened fire now aimed their weapons at the two remaining threats. The gattling guns stopped spinning, and in the aftermath of the sudden burst of sound, the silence was deafening. It seemed an eternity passed before, once more, Mathew spoke out, his voice ringing out from every drones at once. It echoed through the trees, like the voice of a God, transmitted from so many sources. "Eclipse, you are welcome to enter my realm. I would be happy to negotiate terms, hopefully under less dire of circumstances. I would invite you to my ship, Babylon, where we may speak in person. However, I must ask you to disarm yourself before I do so. A simple precaution, as you must understand."
celty sturluson said
i have to eat my parents are making me i dont wanna
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA
Okay sorry, I just read that and went "wait what? You have to eat your parents?"
Alarms could clearly be heard from the usual monotone humming of the control panels that surrounded the throne of the God Emperor. A panel moved up from the ground, displaying a geographic map of the world below with an allocation of divine energy, the signature produced by those beings born of the blood of Gods. The effects and bodies of the many weak Spirits that had rebelled against him could be tracked on this map, but that wasn't what the alarm had been about. From a forest region on the smallest continental landmass on the planetary surface came a spike of power which was incomparable to the weak guardian spirits, an arch-angel of an interdimensional deity. It was the highest signature ever detected, and Mathew felt a small ping of pride as his theory of energy-coalition proved both correct and efficient.
Moving his fingers over two keyboards simultaneously, Mathew quickly relayed orders to his forces. He of course had neural controls on his ship, but it wasn't precise enough to manually control teleportation coordinates, not on such a scale. He needed absolute control, as he quickly calculated all the possible situations that could lead out from this. He'd detected another powerful presence near the Archangel, less pure. Presumably only part-God. Each of those presences would need to be quickly either neutralized, pacified, or eliminated. This would be a high-risk mission, however, it would be the stepping stone that would show the multiverse just how serious he was. Not even Gods would stand before him, would stand before his goal.
Around the forested area that had served as the meeting point for the three powerful beings that had so caught Mathew's attention, a group of battle drones moved in to prepare for any combat situation that might present itself. Over a hundred heavily armed Battle Drones appeared in a circle around the trio, emerging from shining blue disks in mid-air, short range portals programmed from Babylon, high in the air. Targetting systems locked on, shields were activated, and weapons were loaded. Hundreds of blank, metallic faces stared down at those below, as a single, commanding voice could be heard echoing through the stone trees. "This planet is currently property of me, God Emperor Mathew. Drop your weapons. You will surrender yourselves to the Imperium immediately."
Moving his fingers over two keyboards simultaneously, Mathew quickly relayed orders to his forces. He of course had neural controls on his ship, but it wasn't precise enough to manually control teleportation coordinates, not on such a scale. He needed absolute control, as he quickly calculated all the possible situations that could lead out from this. He'd detected another powerful presence near the Archangel, less pure. Presumably only part-God. Each of those presences would need to be quickly either neutralized, pacified, or eliminated. This would be a high-risk mission, however, it would be the stepping stone that would show the multiverse just how serious he was. Not even Gods would stand before him, would stand before his goal.
Around the forested area that had served as the meeting point for the three powerful beings that had so caught Mathew's attention, a group of battle drones moved in to prepare for any combat situation that might present itself. Over a hundred heavily armed Battle Drones appeared in a circle around the trio, emerging from shining blue disks in mid-air, short range portals programmed from Babylon, high in the air. Targetting systems locked on, shields were activated, and weapons were loaded. Hundreds of blank, metallic faces stared down at those below, as a single, commanding voice could be heard echoing through the stone trees. "This planet is currently property of me, God Emperor Mathew. Drop your weapons. You will surrender yourselves to the Imperium immediately."
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