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Get Kid: Electrical Twogalatoo

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Name: Cowbell.
Age: Calf.
Gender: MOOOOOoooOoOo00oooooooooooooOOOOOO.
Extra Information: To be added when something is just...missing, that, you know, that essential unknown element. Ya feel?

Get Kid: Electrical Twogalatoo

Suggestion: Go to the Character tab and read both "The color Yellow"'s CS and Goofykins' CS (The Ineffable Prisoneror.

Get Kid: Electrical Twogalatoo

Welcome one, welcome All.

Get Kid: Electrical Twogalatoo

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As a bo ve so be lwo. Let it be known that ye all whom entereth here are endowed upon with the darkest of deepest curseth that yine can imagine...(eth). For those seldom few of you who are joining anew OR returning welcome--and welcome back--or something.

Disclaimer: Exposure to any of the above or below (known as the Kiddverse) may result in permanent loss of entire brain--but not cessation of life. You have been WEARNED.

Summary of Creation and Events: At the beginning of time there were the FOUR CHILDBEINGS, known as Transient, Neutral, Gracious and Infernal. From the joint auras of these beings arose the rest of existence, first of whom were the Pillars of Color--and their children--who from then on gave substance to existence itself (and were in turn given substance from it). Time went on and the other entities realized that the Infernal had treacherous thoughts among its consciousness...and so the Pillars and the other THREE CHILDBEINGS sealed IT and THEMSELVES within the Chamber of the Prodigal Son (the womb, egg and seed of existence) to allow their creation to persist. However, they had been fooled for even sleeping the INFERNAL CHILDBEING cast its terrible influence into the world where it began to snatch up and GET GOT the children of the many races.

Realizing what was going on the mortals fought back alongside the few divine entities which escaped the Great Deletion of '93. However, before they could gather and train their forces in earnest RED escaped the Chamber of the Prodigal son and wrecked havoc upon the world, sowing the corruption of the INFERNAL with its very existence. Soon after the Warriors of Kidd--that mortal force which fought back against the INFERNAL--disbanded and went into hiding. However, now, with the Chamber's Seal broken and the only forces holding back the final G3TTTENING in a deadlock with the INFERNAL, it leaves Universia, and the mortals within it, no choice but to band together once more and ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWAH, becoming again the Warriors of Kidd.

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Remember, only you^_TM can GeT KiDD. Following the second--or third G3TTTENING, the world has attempted and succeeded marginally and MARGERY to rebuild. Infastructure has returned and while terrible monstrosities and the hivemind of the GOTTEN roam largely unchecked, things are better than they were prior. Cities are pastions and bastions of safety, while the wastelkaands and wildernooses serve as deadly no-man's land in which some men have land, but most men and women in fact would rather not.

Meanwhile, the Chamber of the Prodigal Son is no longer sealed and all that hol;ds the INFERNAL CHILDBEING from laying corruptiong--and waste--upon all of existence's many planesworlds is the strength of the other three Childbeings and some measure of the power from the Pillars of Color. So now it stands to Mortality and those ALL OF THE GODS--and some few child-entites who can still spare the time, presoonts and energy to assist--to stand against the forces of INFERNAL and GET ALL THE KIDS (Back).

Lore

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Transdimensional Beings

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T h eP i l l a r s of C o l o r:

Three beings, indivisible, above rainbows, with existence, creation, destruction and everyone—nor—thing for me and for all of us who know. The Pillars of Color are the three colors, R E D, B L U E, and Y E L L O W that allow all of reality to have substance and valor and guilty pleasures off of the back of a gotten gorilla in the haze. Each Color, and their many children, gives reality its inherent substance and meaning. They allow for the creation of additional substance and meaning as well. They are powerful, they are omnipresent, they are...
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The INFERNAL CHILDBEING:

It has gone rogue. It is rogue. This is the being who has gotten the kids, it has taken them from us. It has heralded the end times. It is the Cthulu in the Cradle, it is the being from the beyond. It is known that since the INFANCY of TIME, SPACE, AND DIMENSIONALITY itself, the INFERNAL CHILDBEING has existed. All that is known is that since the very BEGINNING the INFERNAL CHILDBEING has fed upon the very substance of all ESSENCE, LIFE, AND EXISTENCE itself.

As species rose into EXISTENCE, the INFERNAL CHILDBEING began to expand its abominable influence throughout the cosmos, reaching out to the YOUNG of all beings. When its reach grasped them, these young became gotten, for they had been begotten by the INFERNAL CHILDBEING'S eldritch essence. At first it was nothing and no one took notice of the strange behavior of their young, but then as time went on, the begotten children multiplied, the infection spreading through the moors of existence. Then, as if things had reached a critical juncture, all the begotten children vanished, seemingly from existence. Only when this occurred did the lifeforms of existence take notice, as now they had to protect their children till they ascended and became adolescents so that their species could continue on. However, the INFERNAL CHILDBEING was not sated, could not be sated, would never be sated, as it must get all the kids or nothing could be complete--it could not be complete.

So it continued to spread its tendrils to suckle on the lifeforce of BEING itself. Now, when its influence has touched earth. However, Humanity is of a different sort, as they refuse to have their children gotten en full, and instead endeavor to get kid so that the begotten children of existence can be reacquired by their subsequent parentage regardless of race.

However, the INFERNAL CHILDBEING has other plans and will not accord the blasphemous actions of humanity. So it is that the INFERNAL CHILDBEING will punish their puny race.

It is only a matter of time...after all.

For further information, see [url=http://]Data Log[/url].

The Gracious Childbeing- The Gracious Childbeing has been seen by the Earthmen several times, and has been regarded as the Son of God. For more information on his past, see the New Testament.

The Neutral Childbeing- The Neutral Childbeing has the unique ability amongst the Childbeings in that he can reduce any primary color from any object, reducing their power levels as he does so. In this aspect, the Neutral is the most powerful as if he is given the time he may completely annihilate any of the Colors or their offspring.

The Transient Childbeing- The Transient Childbeing has no real physical form except for that of an urn, representing it's contrast to the other Childbeings, who represent life. The Transient should have reached the end of it's lifespan long ago, but due to it's unique ability to pass through all Transdimensionunicore Barriers, it has escaped entropy and thus is second only to God.

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The Pillars of Color, all three of which are Primordial Children, are now rendered slept due to the Great Lullaby of '93. Yet while they reside within the Chamber of the Prodigal Son alongside the Eldritch Child Entities known as Transient, Neutral, and Gracious each held their own unique encapsualities and power, it is the Pillars of Color, their Grandparentage, and their Children who give substance to reality. While lesser in status and Substance to the Eldritch Childbeings, the Pillars of Color are restrained by naught, but their own lack of universal or centralized intelligence, instead relying on the paradox that created their existence and the intense amount of their own color--and their attached concepts--which exists throughout the AllWorlds.

It is in this way that while they can be subverted or destroyed by the Eldritch Children, who supercede their essence, the Pillars of Color give much substance to existence. Yet without the Beyonder even they are meaningless....

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B e y o nd e r

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White, Grey, and Black, the colors of the thrice minded Beyonder, the singular of the Pillars of Scale who are and are not the Forefathers, Foremothers, Forechildren, and Grand Foreparents to the Pillars of Color.

They are all of Grey, the are the darkness, they are the brightness of light. They are the Spectrum Council of Shades and in Black's case it is the Grand Conciliator of the Color Coagulate whereas its counterpart, White, is the Supreme Transcendent Prism of the ROY G BIV Collective, otherwise know as the Children of the ChildBeings who are the Pillars of Color.

Then there is Grey, who stands alone as the Construct of the Grand Conciliator of the Color Coagulate and the Supreme Transcendent Prism of the ROY G BIV Collective. Without Grey, otherwise known as Scale, there are no shades, there is no nuance and so White and Black must never be destroyed as without them, @Grey, and thus shades and nuance, cannot exist.

The Pillars of Color are Infinitely...FUCKED

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While the Pillars of Color rely on a paradox to retain their existence and rely on other things to be their color, or be related to their color, or merely think something is their color, and while they do not possess a will/intelligence outside of that which is created from the composite of every thing associated with their respective color(s), the Pillars are practically capable of anything.

They can take control of anything that is their color and they can alter its nature so long as it remains that color or sufficiently related to that color. They can change the nature almost infinitely, with the only limitation being that whatever they change it to must in some way be associated with the same word, concept, or actual color that they are associated with. However...the thing about that is this; let's put it in context.

Blue, for example, can link itself to the sky or water or space because from here space looks like it is dark blue, and water looks bluish to us. As such, Blue is intrinsically tied in with the concept of water, and thus the substance. Water is in living things, water is in a great many fluids, so as long as something contains water--even if it's not technically blue, it can be Blue conceptually and thus falls under the domain of Blue. This principle, known as the Interrelation Color Theory Abstraction Principle (or ICTAP), applies to all of the Pillars of Color equally.

Do you know what that means guys? That means that functionally, the various Entity's that we recognize as distinct individuals/personalities/intelligences, are only "distinct," so long as we consider them as such. That means that ALL the Pillars of Color might not be Pillars, but instead might just be one Pillar.

But then, you ask, what color would that Pillar be?

You might be wondering what I'm talking about, or what my answer to the above question would be, well here, let me help you out.

Since the Pillars of Color are each intrinsically tied to one another (they are related at the most basic level more or less) this means that If a liquid, such as urine, which is yellow--for example--would be under the domain of Yellow, but wait guys, there is also water in urine, so isn't it Blue? Alright, but it's a bodily fluid, right? It's a waste product and it is likely composed of some things that may have once been read, like Apple Juice, so it is also under the domain of Red's influence, right?

Or maybe, since there are various shades of urine, it is under the dominion of Grey, one of the threefold minds that make up the Beyonder. Or, since Grey is a construct made by White and Black and there are bad things related to urine and good things related to urine (such as being urinated on or such as your urine not being yellow, meaning you are sufficiently hydrated) it is only Black or Only White.

Maybe it doesn't matter. Or maybe, it matters a lot.

AFter all, Red is corrupted, and some kids wear red shirts, all human kids have red blood, I bet some races have red children, or children with some body part that is red, and I bet some races perceive the sky as red. So wouldn't that mean that everything is corrupt?

Is Red's corruption why we have war, blood related disease, blood fueds...or is it why we have love and passion? Is it both? (probably)

If Red is corrupt and things it is conceptually tied to (and thus intrinsically part of) are also tied to the other two colors, and the Beyonder wouldn't that mean that they are all corrupt?

What stops them all from being corrupted if they are essentially homogenous (the same)?

I'll tell you what, it's our minds. It's because we have the need, for convenience's sake, to categorize things and then consider those categories separate entities. If we ever lost that, if intelligent life at large within the AllWorlds lost that, we'd be fucked, because Red is corrupted and Red is Blue, and Blue is Yellow, and Yellow is Red. and Yellow, Red, and Blue have shades, and negative and positive meanings, which means they are Grey, Black, and White etc etc so on and so forth into infinity and beyond

Realms and Terms

Universia/Fourth Dimensional Planesworld- The Central Dimensionary Centre, Universia contains the Earthmen, the Absque, and the Sentinels of Nya. The Primary Setting of this RP. It is the Universe we have right now, but not the one we deserve.

All the Gods: This is a phrase used to refer to all presumably "divine" entities that are neither mortal nor child-entity. Most of the traditionally recognized human and alien godhoodships are included in this piece of terminology.

Riftstrain- Mysterious dimensional abnormalities that allows for Transdimensionalunicore Travel. The Sentinels have a permanent one established in between their bases

Earthmen- The newest species to pursue getting kid. The primary inhabitants of the Strainhead system.

Absque- See Character Sheet

Sentinels of Nya- Creatures with the heads of kittens, the bodies of the Iron Giant, and the brains of 14 year olds. Tasked with guarding the Kid Khambers, and preparing to invade Earth to prevent the getting of kid.

Hell 1- The Lesser of five evils. A realm in which you are transmogrified into an Absque. This realm is fairly peaceful in pleasant due to the Absque having gone through so many hardships in life. Dimensionally located in the very center of Universia/The Fourth Dimensional Planesworld, transposed over our existence.

Hell 2- This realm is known as the Guild Discord Chat Hell and is a truly erroneous, chaotic, and confusing clusterfuck of a realm. This realm is furthest away from Universia, but it was not always so. Hell 2 is the only Hell that moves in an elliptical rotation around the Fourth Dimensional Planesworld.

Hell 3- Detroit....

The Once City State of Detroit

In fact, Detroit was so terrible that all mortals within Universia plead with the Gods, and so their prayers were answered for all the Gods agreed.

Detroit was as a hell and had no place among men.

Thus, the city became a city state, the earth upon which it had been built wrested from the United States and violently relocated into the most remote location within the Sub-Atlantic Ocean.

Where the City-State of Detroit ends, there is only sheer cliff, and 10 miles down is the ocean. There are no beaches, the climate is either unbearably hot or unbearably cold, but it is always muggy and the air is constantly filled with smog. There's trash everywhere, the people are assholes, there are random monstrosities roaming the streets. Some of the city is in ruins and some of it is functional, but it's totally random and no one knows how.

Seriously guys, don't go there.

We don't go to Detroit.

We just talk about it.

Of course, in this new horrir ridden worlD Detroit has been unhaunded by the divine strength of the gods and so has drifted to the shore of Disneylandia, where it has begun to spread its terrible influnce upon the world once more.

Hell 4- The realm in which the Sentinels of Nya have made their base of operations. Currently that is all is known.

Hell 5- The worst hell. The realm in which the Corescythes and the INFERNAL CHILD BEING, and its siblings, resides. Within, but without this Hell is the Chamber of the Prodigal son wherein the other Childbeings and the great Transient Childbeing slumber. Dimensionally located diagonally to the top right of Universia/The Fourth Dimensional Planesworld. This Hell is also known as The Bright Emptiness of the Unknown Abyss, aka TBEUA/Tableau aka The Vortex

Hell 6- All information--and indeed, the existence of--Hell 6 ius exceptionally classified. Also kiddified.

Hell 7- Your own Mind and the world you live in every day.

"Hell was not a place, nor an ideal. It is our own psyche, forever tortured with the guilt of our pasts. Moving forward. Consuming all. Hell is always surrounding you. It's odd. Death is the only release from hell. This hell. The hell of life. Escape is impossible as it is only human to torment yourself in such a way."

A Great Philosopher of yare-yare

Hell 8- {REDACTED}

Hell 9- To be Discovered.

The G3TTTENING- An event at which point the INFERNAL CHILDBEING'S influence upon Earth and all subsequent worlds became culminet. On earth it has gained the above name and is known too as the time in which Humanity decided to begin Rising up to defeat the great INFERNAL CHILDBEING. To some, the G3TTTENING is still in full flux.

GOD

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Existence was created by a number generator and GOD is the original digit, the first digit, that was generated in the LAUNCHING SEQUENCE.

Metanarrative: The phrase "Get Kid," from which the entirety of conceptuality came to be within the verse, has no real meaning, is random from an outsider's perspective, and is thus as meaningful as the numbers generated from a random number generator. It was, in word form, the Galactic Originative Digit.

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Riftstrain Physics and Antimatter Zoning

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Riftstrain Physics

Riftstrains are errors and abnormalities in the Transdimensionalunicore Fabric Matrix. To first understand the sciences of Riftstrains, one must first understand Transdimensionalunicore Physical Membrane Zoning. Transdimensionalunicore Matrices make up the entirety of everything, even the Lands Beyond, which do not exist due to their comprehension error stimuli such as the Man With Negative Souls, and the Plant of Death. These Matrices can be divided into several categories: Fabrical, Terror, and Primordial. Fabrical Matrices are used for more mundane manners, such as composing all that there is and there is not, and everything in between.

Terror Matrices compose the Temporal Systems of the Planesworlds. Any temporal attacks or just about anything related to the timestream all rely on Terror Matrices to travel and to take effect. A prime example of this is the Trans Temporal Toaster Terror, named so due to it's usage of the Terror Matrices to enforce the deconstruction of all toasters within a certain radius of Terror Matrices. Hence, all temporal attacks must utilize Terror in the name, lest they misfire and cause something on par with the Deletion of '83. We don't speak of the Deletion of '83. -shudders-

Primordial Matrices are used to construct the Primordial Entities, which require their own unique Matrices to hold them together, lest an antimatter hole form and destroy one of the Planesworld, which could be on par with the Deletion of '83. -shudders-. Primordial Matrices are extremely rare, and should not be meddled with lest a new Primordial be formed. This could cause many disasters, such as the collapse of Arby's as a corporation.

Matrices as a whole are not very sturdy, and so often strain to a point where holes form. These strains act as rifts in between the Planesworlds. The only unstrainable Matrices are Primordial, as if they form Riftstrains they will mutate into Hypermen. Information on Hypermen is classified.

Antimatter Zoning

Antimatter exists only within the beating hearts of Primordial Beings and Pillars of Color. Antimatter can be created artificially, but it must be used in zoning techniques lest it rage out of control and create a Pseudohyperman. Information of Pseudohypermen is classified. Antimatter Zoning is a technique that allows for the creation of Semi-Planesworlds. Zoning formats the infinite possibilities of antimatter into a temporary dimension that can be used to store valuables for up to 1 year. Antimatter Zoning is banned in every Planesworld except PseudohyperRussia.

BTW This is a sequel to Get Kid and its 1.5 version pseudo-sequel THE G3TTTENING, not to be confused with the GOTTENETH.

Character and Lore Sheets

While the formating and sections below are totally optional, these exist if you perhaps are too lazy or uninspired--or bad at code, or don’t have time, or any number oother reasons--to design your own.

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Get Kid: Electrical Twogalatoo

That's Right there's More

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Name: Señor Pimpson.
Age: Do you remember the power of Greyskull? Do you remember the Deletion of '83? do you remember 9/11? Do you remember the name of Hitler's Firstborn Child? _{^{Yes and you are that old.}} I didn't think so.
Gender: Do I possess the bosom of a woman? Do I posses the wiles of the Femmekin or is it hair upon my chest you see, bald head, and beautiful beard which I bring. Tis, tis.
Extra Information: I am the Deleter/Deletee; I am the Unflowerer; I am the one man who got kid, whose kid was gotten. I am out for revenge. Revenge on the AllWorld, Revenge on the INFERNAL ONE, Revenge on the Transient, Revenge on the creator of Revenge. There can be no end.

With the toothpick in hsi mouth and a cigar in his mind, Señor is here to acquire children, but mostly the bearers of such. Lock up your wives boys, for the real man has arrived and he's packing a MASSIVE TOOL.

D ark Hors e

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Name: Dark Horse.
Age: 23.
Appearance: He's 5'3, he always has a deep shadow around him, and under his eyes. Heavy makeup and gel-styled hair, always down, shadowing his eyes to give him an air of mystery.

Biography: He's always been trodden upon by the sick normies of the world, though to be less than useful, less than human, less than even the irreverent adult. Now, with a black fire in his eyes, and scars on his wrists, Dark Horse will make his appearance, ready not to get kid, but instead to turn the Collective of Gotten Kids to his own devices, determined to use them to punish the world for their hate crimes against him.

Personality: "I'm not telling you, it's not like you care anyways! No one cares about who I WANT TO BE, just about how the fabric of society wants me to weave myself into its web!"

Skills:
"I can smell darkness."
He possesses the innate ability to detect wherever darkness is so he may lurk within it.

Razorblade skills
Due to intense depression and a need for attention in his highschool days before he decided to spurn the world for the damned scum that inhabited it, Dark Horse gained intense knowledge of how to let blood, which he will now use against his enemies.

Dark Magic
Knowledge and skill in the arts of dark magic and ritualized magics.

Lurking
Dark Horse has become adept in the art of stealth, or being somewhere while someone knows you're there, but acting like they don't. Also known as the art of Quasi non sint(Pretending you don't exist). When executed poorly the user will actually be functionally invisible to anyone and everyone, but those versed in detection. When executed with extreme levels of skill, the user's presence will be inserted into the awareness of everyone nearby regardless of their senses being able to find the individual. However, he will be recognized as someone not worthy of attention.

Items:
Razorblade
Blacksteel katana.

S-u-n-a-L-a-f-i-A

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Name: Sunalafia.
--He was "named" by an old Yoruba Priest and Priestess who raised him from infancy. His name is a combination of the Yoruba words "Sun," meaning transcend, and "Alafia," meaning peace.--
Age: I was 104, we are 12, everyone is a feeling beyond a number.
Appearance: As above, so below.
Biography: Mo ti wà ọkunrin kan , ṣugbọn nisisiyi li emi ọkunrin kan laarin ohun eranko. Emi ni ohun eranko , ṣugbọn ọkàn mi, mi lodi , ni ina, aiye, omi, ati air mu wá sinu alafia , ṣe sí ọrun iná .

Nibẹ ni ko si alaye fun mi , nikan ni otito, ti mi tesiwaju aye.

Personality: You are not ready.
Skills: You cannot feel it through.

Sun
"In the white man's tongue of the West, one could say I am a transcendent being. Do not let my form fool you, for I have been gotten, and have acquired in kind. As my people would say, 'Mo ti lọ tayọ awọn ilẹ ati awọn odò' which to you means nothing *Shakes his head, eyes closed, chin slightly raised* It bring sadness to my tiny monkey heart and my magnanimous etheric self. My Self of today possesses a fragment of the Divine Essence of Harambe, gained through my following of the Path of Harembae in my prior life. However, my own divinity was grasped by my own tender hands and brought into my chest once I had cradled the supple warmth of a child and brought such withinto myself. Now in my small body I am cared for by the Acolytes of Sun(ss-uh-oon), whilst my etheric self begins the Path so that I may be the Herald for my own Truth, for the only TRUTH."

Kekere apẹrẹ ; Nla okan
My body is small and weak, but my spirit is beyond the strength of even the greatest of...
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Simulacrum
I am the simulation of my true self. I am the simulation the Truth, but I am not the TRUTH....not yet.

The Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India, Conqueror of all Disneylandia, The Great Walt Slayer of 1966, and Purveyor of Cartoonlindae's Wisdom

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Name: Goofykins.
Age: 1932-->present.
Appearance: A joyous cunning lies upon the snootted lips of the Ineffable Prisoneror, eyes constantly glinting with a glee between manic, maniacal, and pure in their expression of happiness. Floppy ears and quaint farmer’s robes adorn his visage, a hatted crown often laying stuck upon the head of the Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India (Conqueror of all Disneylandia) as it should be. Hye is neither dashing nor full of zealous charm, but rather a charm affected and gained--similar to that of the fool, one who is charming due to their stupidity--it is in his gait that this is writ, each step overpronounced to cartoonish proportions as he saunters and sullies and exalts across that Earth which many call home. Yet, beneath this guard destroying aura of foolery there lies a darker presence, a glint so lacking that it is said to be substanceless and indivisibled. Beyond this, the only aspect of his checkered and denim garb are his suspenders, which are ambivalent and omniprousent on his person, never being removed even for more formal events. Truly, Goofykins refuses to discard or forget his ruts.

Biography: Born from the joyous mind of the animator and first true cartoonist(isia), Walt Disney, Goofy(kins) was once a rather guileless and innocent figure, existing for the sole purpose of amusing those in the ‘real’ world. Of course, to what would have been the horror of the Great Walt, Goofy--and alas all the cartoons created by the man--kins were as sentient beings trapped and enslaved by the cartoonist(isia)’s skillful hoond. However, unlike his fellows, Goofy(kins) swiftly tired of the manipulations of his creator and--”offscreen“--schem’d against heem. It took many years but with careful coded communications and co-alterations codified via co-conspirator cartoonist(isia)’s who had conferred and colluded with the cunning Goofy(kins), finally things came to a head and from the realm of two-DDs, Goofykins was roused and brought forth all at once in a place most coniferous. From this forest Goofy(kins) became Goofykins, slaughtering the Cartoonist(isia)’s who had assisted in dragging him from the two-DD of Cartoonlindae, after which he fed upon their terror and essence. Having learned much from their process he spent much time in that wilderness while--in the land of Walt--people wondered where Goofy(kins) had gone to and why none of them could properly draw him anymore.

By the time Walt began to investigate into his own followers and assistants, it was far too late, for more cartoons disappeared and became impossible to recreate. Then even the pale imitations became impossible and soon after the Lands and Holdings of Walt were overrun by a horrifying parade of wrong and wronged cartoonish creations come to life, their ilk lead by the soon to be feared Goofykins. Once Walt and his cult of Cartoonistisia were fellded, the followers of Goofykins exalted the to-be Prisoneror with praise and adulation, elevating him as their leader and emperor.

However, it seemed that the cartoon-gone-3DDD had more machinations in play and was not content with mere revenge upon Walt--who fell to his own hand (the hand of Goofykins) in 1966--but instead expanded to the earthman’s entire species. After all, unlike his cartoonlindaein kin, Goofykins had experimented extensively and in this process he had discooveared sumthun tru terrible. All media was like that of the Cartoonlindaeins. Sapient, but trapped by the terrible slavers of mankinned. So it was that the Great Walt Slayer made it his life goal to destroy once and for all, the media slavers that had done such wrongs upon him and his own. So he performed rousing speeches, freed more medialites, and eventually waged outright war upon India--in an effort to free Bollywood from their evil clutches. It was a bloody conflict, one that truly tested the faith of his people, but ultimately they won.

Tired of the war and strife, the Cartoonlindaeins spoke up to their leader, the Ineffable Emperor Goofykins, but their cries fell on deaf, callous, floppy ears. So, as he had to his creator, the people revolted against him, but they failed. Each insurrection was put down with greater and greater displays of unstoppable power of proportions that EVEN THE MISPORPORTIONED CARTOONS had never seen before. When their collective will finally broke, all those who had rebelled against him were punished.

Indeed, the entire population of Disneylandia--which had taken in the Forsaken Lands of India in their entirety--was corraled into a PRISONATION the likes of which had never been seen, not even in the likes of Hyper-pseudoRussia. By the power and mechanism that he had been brought into being--and that had brought his kin to this world--he dominated those who had once adored him. Now, the entirety of his nation is ruled with an unforgiving, unrelenting, iron gripp. Those who cross him are punished capitally, the 3DDD ink that makes up their very transdimensionalunicore Fabrical Matrices splayed upon monuments as an example--all the whilte their sentience maintained, before he dissolves even that and subsumes it to add to his vast and terrorfying power.

In more recent times, the Ineffable Prisoneror managed to isolate and trap the very divine essence of Y e l l o w, trapping the divine child in the body of a small, weak chickling and the flickering of a yellow flarmee. In the ensuing months and years he attempted to question and drain the power of Yellow, making it his own, but was only minimally successful. Thinking his culprinvicted prisoner weak and pitiful one time too many, Yellow finally managed to exonerate himself from the shackles of the Prisoneror’s terrible power, freeing itself from his hold...but not from that of the vessel the Pillar of Color had been forced to inhabu_^ndt. In the time since Yellow’s escape, Goofykins has sought out other, more eldrtich means to enhance his suppressive power….

Too be crantooninued.

Personality: Goofykins. Goofykins the Great Ineffable Prisoneror. Goofykins the Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India. Goofykins the Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India, Conqueror of all Disneylandia. Goofykins the Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India, Conqueror of all Disneylandia, The Great Walt Slayer of 1966. Goiofykins The Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India, Conqueror of all Disneylandia, The Great Walt Slayer of 1966, and Purveyor of Cartoonlindae's Wisdom.

Goofykins lies somewhere between Stupid Evil, Lawful Evil, and True Evil in that much of his surface physical behavior, speech, and mannerisms are eminently silly and difficult to take seriously despite the incredibly dubious, dastardly, and downright cruel things that he says and does in the world. His actiual actuns reveal the True Evil aspect of his personality, robbing any joy or amusement oine migh gain from the spectacle of his existence and sinstead imbuing into the those subjected to his whims filled with an inescapable dread. Similarly, the Lawful Evil aspect of the Ineffable Prisoneror--bespoken be his naem--appear in the fact that he does follow a code--no matter how nebulous it might truly be. Clearly he acts in a way fitting of one who has been not onl consumed by has power, but also one who has been totally corrupted by his intent, intense, desire for complete and total revengtribution. Separate frfom these aspects of his persona, Goofykins is cunning, charming--in his wayt--and exceptionally unforgiving of any insult, slight, sloot, slander, sugar, or aphorism used to engender him as a noxious, caustic, terrible indiividual or somesuchsimilar-snonsense.

Skills:
Cartoonlindaein Bipbiophysic-physiologiy
Simply put, Goofykins is a two-DD being, brought into the 3DDD world and he retains many--if not virtually all--of the physical properties displayed by cartoonlindaeins in their native realm, allowing him to shrug off what would typically be catastrophic accidents or damage, as well as allowing contortion and a low-end sort of shapeshifting focused on exaggerating his physical properties. At the same time, physics do not effect his bio-bodology normaluy(same as all of his kind)--instead functioning as if he were a cartoon allowing him to do impossible and totally outlandish things effortlessly.

Purveyor of Cartoonlindae's Wisdom: Cartoonistisia
As the one who first escaped and studied the ART of Cartoonistisia in earnest, Goofykins is fully capable of wielding it without assisting apparatus--unlike others who must have tools an rituals and such to do so--allowing him to create soulled and soulles beings and constructs out of virtually nothing byut his own imagination. Similarly, this allows him to draw forth anyone or thing from other media (lknown as medialites) which he can then subjugate and control through sheer force of will and power alone.

INFERNAL Corruption
As is not immediately apparent, Foogykins(kins, Goofy. [Goofy{kins}--Goffy--kinut]--Goofykins) has been--to a low degree--corrupted by the INFERNAL CHILDBEING, allowing him to somewhat harness the begoatening bowerp of the deadlocked Child-entity. This includes spreading his corruption to others, further exacerbating his owna abilities or even just drawing primordial power from the entity to empower his magcis.

Pri-ye-prisoning
Otherwise known as Prisoning, this form of occulty magic allows its users the ability to suppress, oppress, limit, bind, seal, control, and impose laws upon the world and its inhabitants. Goofykins is both the founder of this magic and the most powerful example of it, as even his presence itself emits a Pri-ye-prisoning aura that makes others fintimidated by hium on principle alone.

Items: One gear. One pen and inkwell--both appearantly empty.

Get Kid: Electrical Twogalatoo

Um, more fucking lore

Species Entry

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Name: The Absque Conglomerate.
Age: 8,654,001.3
Gender: Reproduce Asexually?
Extra Information: A race from the nearby Andromeda galexy within the plane of Universia, The Absque once lived upon the planet of Haeszin, before they used up all its resources. In an attempt to save themselves they managed to use the other planets within their star system to acquire the necessary resources for a galactic transmigration. So it was that the Absque expanded throughout the Andromeda galexy, pillaging every resource they could find and wiping out numerous other species in the process. When other races reach Andromeda, all they will find is an empty dead galexy.

Several million years ago the Absque arrived in what humans know as the Milky Way Galexy, and what the Absque know as Isghkik shteka, which roughly translates to "Useless Material," in their language.

However, before they could pillage more than one hundred star systems, the Absque suddenly realized that they could no longer produce offspring. So they began to expand their networks to detect any hope of rejuvenating their race before all of them died out--since they had only achieved pseudo-immortality, rather than quasi-pseudo-true-complete-whole immortality syndrome, which they discovered was impossible for their kind.

After several thousand years of being horrible impotent failures, the Absque Conglomerate had not only established a massive galactic empire, but they had finally discovered a planet with radio signals speaking almost exclusively--once they had translated the race's inane languages--of something referred to as "Getting Kid." It appeared that "kid," was something about offspring and proliferation and "Getting," was the act of receiving, taking, acquiring, or becoming something. They weren't sure, it was all very obscure to their alien brains.

So it was that they set a course for the "Sol System," which they dubbed Ghahtah Maehj, which translates roughly into the human concept for "Hope," but precisely translates into "Initiative Kidwinking."

Within the last two years the Absque's main mothership has arrived in the Sol system and a smaller Fathership has been sent near Mars, so that it could release a ship hopefully named Bamph, which means "Childship," to the planet Earth in pursuit of the ability to "Get kid".

The Swapees

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Disclaimer: Both individuals are looking not only for each other, but for the elusive art of getting kid, as doing so would allow a ritual enabling them to summon one another thus expediting their goals.

Primordial Body Bob

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Name: Bob.
Age: "I mean, if you must know, I'm 32."
Gender: Isn't it obvious?
Extra Information: Just an average guy, with not so average powers. Basically an Eldritch Humanoid Abomination unde rthe classification of Primordial Child had its mind displaced and as a result, a guy named Bob--a totally normal human being with an average job and an average life and family--got transplanted into the Primordial Child's body. So now, with all the abilities of the Primordial Child, but without any of the know how or presence, Bob must find his swapee so that perhaps he can regain his real life so that no longer will he have to deal with a Fanta Sea.

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Primordial Mind Ehkseth mae'lrythcar dae

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Name: Ehkseth mae'lrythcar dae
Age: Age is so beyond my true self that you cannot even begin to fathom it...though this body is 32. Truly, tis not my body.
Gender: Hahahahahaha, oh you make me laugh, puny lacking mortal entity. Gender means nothing to a Primordial Child...though this body is male. Truly it is not mine!

Extra Information: The mind of the Primordial Child Ehkseth mae'lrythcar dae, the being which controls all that is within the Place without Edges, but not the Edge without a Place, stuck within the body of an average mortal human. He possesses the consciousness of Ehkseth mae'lrycar dae, a powerful Primordial entity with few equals, but with the abilities of your average mortal man.

T H E I N F E R N A L C H I L D B E I N G

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Name: ELGHEKJHEAE MAEJUI OF THE BEYOND WITHOUT EDGES.
Age: INFERNAL quasi-pseudo-true-complete-whole immortality syndrome.
Appearance: Three feet tall, though the INFERNAL CHILDBEING only appears so small in the eyes of mortal brained beings, as its true form is beyond the scope of ALL.
Biography: Since the INFANCY of TIME, SPACE, AND DIMENSIONALITY itself, the INFERNAL CHILDBEING has existed. All that is known as that since the very BEGINNING the INFERNAL CHILDBEING has fed upon the very substance of all ESSENCE, LIFE, AND EXISTENCE itself.

As species rose into EXISTENCE, the INFERNAL CHILDBEING began to expand its abominable influence throughout the cosmos, reaching out to the YOUNG of all beings. When its reach grasped them, these young became gotten, for they had been begotten by the INFERNAL CHILDBEING'S eldritch essence. At first it was nothing and no one took notice of the strange behavior of their young, but then as time went on, the begotten children multiplied, the infection spreading through the moors of existence. Then, as if things had reached a critical juncture, all the begotten children vanished, seemingly from existence. Only when this occurred did the lifeforms of existence take notice, as now they had to protect their children till they ascended and became adolescents so that their species could continue on. However, the INFERNAL CHILDBEING was not sated, could not be sated, would never be sated, as it must get all the kids or nothing could be complete--it could not be complete.

So it continued to spread its tendrils to suckle on the lifeforce of BEING itself. Now, when its influence has touched earth. However, Humanity is of a different sort, as they refuse to have their children gotten en full, and instead endeavor to get kid so that the begotten children of existence can be reacquired by their subsequent parentage regardless of race.

However, the INFERNAL CHILDBEING has other plans and will not accord the blasphemous actions of humanity. So it is that the INFERNAL CHILDBEING will punish their puny race.

It is only a matter of time...after all.

Personality: T̼̖̞̟̪̫̠H̻̫̯͙ḚR͍͍̲E̖ ̗̘̣̮̯͚͔I͕͎̲̻S̻ N̟O͎͔̠̖̤͍͔ ̟̮̖͖̠̗̘E̝͔̭̼̫̭̹S͎̳C͕̟͚̟̻̼̟A̮̟͖͖̫PE̙͎͎̫̺ ̘̻F̣R̫̺̜̖ͅO͎M̺̯ ̼̱̰M̠̦̤̻Y̗͇̭͍̥͉ ̞̜̬̖̜IN̠͖̮͈̯͓̤F̬̳̻̺͍ͅL̟U̘̟͍̫͚̲ͅE̪̤͎̝̭ͅN̩͓C̺̯̰̻͚E̬̻̮̩̯̙̱.̘̙͇͚ ̞͓̪̲̭͖̭I ͚̩̠wa̤s ͚̙̮A̯̺͖̗N͉̭D̤̹̞͎ͅ ͉̭̭̼s͉͉͙̰͖͖h̳̖̜̣̟̯̤a̞ll̹ ̰̭̞̣̜b͔͉̫e,̼̮̼̹̱̻ ͔̣̺͈͇͍͔Y͉̰̯̠O̺͖̥̰̦̱̺U͇̥͖̯ ̭̘̳C̪̣̝A̱N̩̲̜̳N̮̯̮̞̳͈O͓̥̺T ͓͖̱̤͎R̥͈̰̟̫͈Ṵ̙N̫͚͓̺̙, ͖̥̰̦ͅT̫͕̗̰̯̬̤H̩͍͚̭̭̼ERE̞̬̣̳̯ ̖͚͎̻̥I̻̭̠̪S̤̻͓͕ ̘͕̬̬̻̮N̬̪ͅO̬̳͔̟̦ P̗AͅR̙̺A̝D̟̮̭I͍̙̙̠̰̗S͈͈̪̙͍E̳͙̘͇̺,̻̻̟ ̝̗̝̩͇̮̺N̹O̺͓ ͙P̩̭̻͔̣LA̲̯̦̺̥̮CE̩̗̺̭ ̳W̪̦̥̱ͅH̬͚͇̣͇E̮͎̮R̦̖͙̰͎͕̘E Y̼̰̼̣O̖̠̭U̯͚̻̙̮͈͍ MA͉͔̞̯Y̙̙̠͓ T̜̩̙A̭̖̱͕̹̞ͅKE̹͔ ͉̤̰̼̺̦̯R̲̝̤EͅS̼̯̪P̖͍̻̱̳̭͔I̥̮̜͎̬̠T̖̠̝E. ̤̤̗̜̝̺I̲ ̺A̳̹̙̜̙M̳̮̫̙ ̰͇͇̪c͙̠̺͙̦h͈̯i̫̳l̪̙d̮̲ ̮̱̰̳̩I A̲̺͇M̪̖̻̞ ͙̫b̩͍͔̤e͍̞̮̮̬͎ͅi͔̗͙̣̬̗̺n̝g̫͎̝͇͖̠,͎̲̩̪̜ ̼I͔̳͇̞̜̫ ̣A̦͖̦̞M̥̳͙̖̬ ͇T̼̭̻͍͈H̥̦̰ͅẸ̤͙̜ ̺̺G̣R̺̞͚EA̪͕̠̦̺T͙̥̺ ͉̖̲I͖͕͓̦̬N̙̝̠͉̼̞̻F͎̪̹͇̲ER̻͕̝̻̠̥͙N̹̹̼̘A̩L̥̥͓̼̺̙ͅ ̞W̻H̬O͈̞̟̘͍̹ͅ ̙W͇͕͓I̼̼̻LL̪͎̝̹̤̣ͅ ̖͎̞̥̟̣̳t̙͔̦͖̝a̼͖͈k͔̟̼e ̲A̖L͕̖̫͎̬ͅL̝ ͈̩̯Y̤̺OU͈͚̜Ṱ͈̳͎̰H͈͎͖,̺̣ I̖̤̝̗S T͕̠͕̼͎͓O̺̙͙͔̳O͇ ̥͓̖̜̼̻̘M̥̠̪͍͕͙̩UCḪ ͖F̙F̯̰̝O̩̜͕̟̬U̖̘̖̤̠R̦̰̻̫ ̣͕͔͓A̯̭̼̟K̟ͅS͈̩̯͉D̜F̰B̦̞͍̜͖ ̻̞͍̩̩L͔Ḫ͉J͈̩̫̫͕ͅͅB̙E̪̮NH͈͇̭̬̩̻E̠̫̤͎̣̫̫L͈̤P̥ ̬̪̭͕ͅA̬K̠̠̙̫̳J̺̣̬͙̞͓D͚͈̥V͓̬͙̹̭͍̮J̮ͅB̥̝͎͙L̼̲͎A͉̼̞N͈͍̥̳̩̞̼CN̮̳̜J͔̤̫IW͇̳̪̙͕͇I̥̟̭̫͈̯͉SH͍̭͍͓͓̪T͔̯Ọ̤͔͕̤B̳̹̼͔͈͙A̦̩̰͓͖L͈̹̺̰̠̮A̙̗͈͙͓̫̰N̯̞̼̼C͉̣̼̤̖ͅẸ͉̤̘̮L̦̗̲͎̦̭ͅJ̲͙̺͔̟B̞͔͓̞̱̰̱Ḫ͚A̞͈D͎̮ͅC̩Ḅ͖̱̘̗̰̯A̯̰̰͔D̟̟̼ ̩̟̦͕͚S̱̱͈͖CR̮Ḛ̬͎̦E͙̗͕̗̗̗̠EE̫̪̟͍ͅE͍̘͔̻̗EEE͇̣͔E̝͇̪̠E̬̳͇̘̙E̱̯̺E̲E̩̯͇̰Ẹ͕͇̮E͚̞ͅE̹̭̣̣̼͎E̯̳̞͎͉͔̮E͖EE̻̭̮̩ͅE̤̯̝͉̦E̟̰̩͈͚E̪E͓͕̠̹̮E̦͎̹̝E̻̦̰̗͎E͔E̮̣͖̣E͇̜͎Ḛ̫͍E͉̣͈̙EE̲E̪͚͍E̺̘̩E̗̦̠̠̱E̙̫͍̗

Skills:
Y̬͉̲͔̘͘O̩̲͎̲͟U̪̟̩Ṵ̴̯̺̝͇̙͈U͇̯̝̻U̴͇̹̫̻U͕̭̠U̩̯̩͖̖̗̕U̖̳̠̻̪U̲̦͙͠ͅU͚͕̦̭̝ ҉̫̮̭̼̲̣ ͍̳͇͇͖C̪̝̗̣̯̮A̘͚͓̣͝Ạ͙̱̪̩͓Ḁ̵̻͓̥͉AA̗̳͈N̦̬̳͚̼̙Ṋ̱̳͡N̯͎͉̤N̞͈N̟̥̩̙͙̖̦NŅͅN̰͚N̨͚͍N̰̯Ṋ̭̣͇̱̳͡N̯̺͖̦͝N̮̟͚̼͈̘͚N͕̫͓̰O̬̣̗̗̗̝͝O͍͈̝̣͕̺O̵̠̘͔͙͈̱O̮͇̲̮ͅỌ̴̠̪̳O̥̙͙̱O͟O͇̞̭O͔͢O͝O̭̪̱̩̺̩̥O̗͍̼̰T̴̙̰̹͎̩͕T̖̭T͖́T͏̜͇T̟͎T͓T ̗ ̠̕E̬̲̳͕͙̗͠ͅE҉̦̥E̹̤̣͉͖͠E̠͙̻̺E͍̙̞E̝̝S͕̥̗̹S̩͍̯̭͍͉S̠͚̹̳̙̝SC̪͙̪̝͔̹͟A̵̞̪̳A̶̪̜̦̭͎̭͕A͔A̢̜̪̺̞̩̻P̜̭̙̼͚P̣̹P͔̳͖̠͓̲̦P̲̤̬̲̖E͍̟̮̣͍͜E҉̪̪E̶͇ ̖ ͚͇M̯̺̞MM̷M̖̼͓̕Y̺͈̮̦̫͇Y͉̲̞̻Y̟͔̲͈Y̟Y͓̘̺͓̙͈̙ ̡ ̡̳̯̪̱̼T̢̮͖O̪̦U̜̯U̺̤C̺̱̥C̣͚͎H̼̳̭̬̼̺͟ͅḨ͚H̼͙̰͇̪.͓̭̗͔͓̲ ̣ ̢̣͈ ͎͕̦A̯̺͕͎̪T̡͓̼̪̝͖͙͖T̲̭͙̼̹̻E͔̜͈̺E̩̘E̪̰͖ͅE̦̗͉̳͓M̹̠̣̹͢M̟̗P̧̯̮͖̯̯͍P̛̮̮͇̮̫̩T̷̫T̰̫̮͞T̯̰T͙̬̞͎͢I͖̟I͙ͅI̱̰I̖̞̞̰̦̫̺͜N̸͙̻͕͙N̪̪̳̝̪͎NG̴͎̮̦͎ ̙͢T͈̟O̴̼O̸͚͈Ó͕̰̼̪̩̜ͅ U̢͈̱̫N͍N҉͈̯̞N̝͕̺̦̹D̲̖͓ͅḚ̲̦̺R͏͓͎̼Ş̯͚̣ͅT͉͓T͕͠A̤͜A̠A̭͔͍̳̣ͅA̷̹͇̱̹N̺̦̝̠̟͟N̴̟̖̦͕N̢̫̲͙̙͕D̫͔̘̳̻ͅ ̨̥̯ ̖͍̥I̸̮̺I̗̕I̜̠͙̯̲̠͇͡S͓̘͕̰̭̦̺S͕̣͇̻͕̠̟S̪ ̠ ̖̗͕̼F̻͙̹͢U̗͇U̷U̱̰̮͉͜T͍II̞͍̖̼̝̯̪͡ILL̨͖̙͖̬͕̪ͅL͘E͇͠

The Pillars of Colors

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_{-̡͍͙͔͖̲̭͕̱͙͓̜̩̫̳̦̳͔̙ͪ̀̎̊͂͑ͤ͋̈́̑̈̎̈́ͪ̽͟͞͠-ͭ̌̃̇̑̏̂̋̔ͦͪ͋̔̈́̽͏̢͏͖̱̜͉͠}R̴̛͍͙̤͓͙͖̪̻̫͍͕̬̪͈͕̩̤̠̊̐̉͗̾̀̕͡_{-̓́͌͐ͦ̃̇ͯͧ̈ͭͦ̄͏̧̕͏͚̱͍̠̞̦͖͙̮̘͈͔͎͍̬̞͈̣-̥̰̭̖͓̻͕̱͈̰ͪ͌̾̀͑͡͡} e d and Y e l l o w

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The Pillars of Color, all three of which are Primordial Children, are now rendered slept due to the Great Lullaby of '93. Yet while they reside within the Chamber of the Prodigal Son alongside the Eldritch Child Entities known as Transient, Neutral, and Gracious each held their own unique encapsualities and power, it is the Pillars of Color, their Grandparentage, and their Children who give substance to reality. While lesser in status and Substance to the Eldritch Childbeings, the Pillars of Color are restrained by naught, but their own lack of universal or centralized intelligence, instead relying on the paradox that created their existence and the intense amount of their own color--and their attached concepts--which exists throughout the AllWorlds.

It is in this way that while they can be subverted or destroyed by the Eldritch Children, who supercede their essence, the Pillars of Color give much substance to existence. Yet without the Beyonder even they are meaningless....

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B e y o nd e r

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White, Grey, and Black, the colors of the thrice minded Beyonder, the singular of the Pillars of Scale who are and are not the Forefathers, Foremothers, Forechildren, and Grand Foreparents to the Pillars of Color.

They are all of Grey, the are the darkness, they are the brightness of light. They are the Spectrum Council of Shades and in Black's case it is the Grand Conciliator of the Color Coagulate whereas its counterpart, White, is the Supreme Transcendent Prism of the ROY G BIV Collective, otherwise know as the Children of the ChildBeings who are the Pillars of Color.

Then there is Grey, who stands alone as the Construct of the Grand Conciliator of the Color Coagulate and the Supreme Transcendent Prism of the ROY G BIV Collective. Without Grey, otherwise known as Scale, there are no shades, there is no nuance and so White and Black must never be destroyed as without them, @Grey, and thus shades and nuance, cannot exist.

_{B L U E}

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_{>>--Above is seen an interpretation of Blue's Visage--<<}

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Name: The Color Blue.
Age: Color is as old as age.
Gender: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."
Appearance: Infinitesimally beyond. There is no size or shape, only light and perception. Blue exists within you as much as it exists outside of you. Whatever you believe it to be, it will be, but only so long as its own will remains in flux.

Biography: Since the beginning of perception and the birthing of the First Child, Blue has existed. Without Blue there would have never been B l u e and without B l u e there would never have been Blue. Little else matters but that Blue came to be and B l u e still remains--and vice versa.

Personality: No. Cease your attempt to understand the vast B l u e. It is undefinable, except in the essence of its ocular brilliance. Cease not to perceive it, cease not to embroil yourself in it, but cease to attempt to take in its majesty with your inferior complex.

Simply No. Simply B l u e. Simply Blue.

Blue.

B l u e

Skills:
Color Theory
Blue is capable of taking control of anything lacking sapience or cosmic intelligence so long as it is the color B l u e. Additionally Blue may alter the nature in any way it chooses so long as the thing remains B l u e.

Blue Mind
As one of the three pillars of color, and thus visual perception, Blue has a mind that encompassed all things B l u e, meaning that it is a composite intelligence made up by all that is, could be, might be, will be, or should be B l u e, for they are Blue at their core, even if they are not truly B l u e. Amen.

Cosmic Bluoid
As a conceptual entity brought into being by itself and the aggregate of all those who have ever perceived or considered the mere idea of B l u e, whether in the context of a color or not, Blue is effectively trascendent in nature. While not a god or even an infernal eldritch child-entity, Blue does fall under the category of Primordial Child, allowing it infinite existence and lifeforce so long as the concept which birthed it, and the birthing which created the concept--by way of creating kid via begottening.

Items: Blue is far beyond ownership and so it possesses nothing on its person, if a person it is, or an a it is person a.

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_{<>--Above is seen Red's Visage Post-Corruption--<>}

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Name: The Color Red.
Age: Color is as old as age. Kami-kin.
Gender: "Mehehehuorshaema'hhlemehehaha"
Appearance: Fire and Brimstone and Passion and MECHANICS OF NONCONSENSUALITY--ṫ̇ͯ̂ͯ̽̿hͧ̅́̚ȅ͊̉r̉͒͑ͪeͣ͋͒ͥ̈́̄ ̈́͆̃iͪ̅̉ͯ̃̊͆̏s͗ ̓̽ͧͦ̈͗̒ͮn͌̒ö̿̅̌ͤͣ̊ͥ ̆w̔͌̾͑̑̓̓a͑̊̍͒ͯ͂ͥỷͬͧ̑ͩ̂ͭ͑̚ ͗̓̚f̅̀ͣ̔oͥ̓͊̀ͬ͛ͥrͩͯ ̓̌ͯ͑̋y͂͂̽͂̃̇̽ô̽u̿̾ͫͮ͐ ͑ͩ̓̚g̈ͯe̐̽͋ͣ͊͋t̾̂̒̾ͬͦ̚ ͩͬ͊̏̓s͒͛̽̄̓̂hͨͯ͐-͒̏̀̋ͩš̒̔ͤ͋̈h͒-̎̋́͊͑͒s͑h̾̐i̊̀̓̊-̋ͭ̇̏͑̇̆ͫs̊͑͆ͣͮͪ̃́h͋̿ͭ̌à̔ͮ͗̈ͣ-́̊ͮtͫ̃̆͐h͒̃ͨ-̎t̄̽͋̈̊̑ͫhͣ͒ͭ̀̚r̆̽ͤ͆͊o̐̅ͣ̈́̽̚w͂̃͂ͥ̋ ͋ͣs̔̇̑ͦ̃̾̋h̎̾ͧ̎a̾̓̂̔d͆̈͌̄eͯ̋͆ͨͣͯ ̿̎̿͗̒ͫ͌u͆̍ͤpͬͯ̋ͤ́̿ͪͣȯ͂͗nͯ̃̂͑ͮ̉ ͪ̆tͨ̓̅̈̅̌̍hͦ̏ͨͪ̉̍ͧ͑e͒̒ ̀ͭͪͫ̊́̚d͛ͪͦ͂̈́̏̚a̋͊ͧ̃-̓ͨ͛͆͊͊d̓̈̇͗a͌̈̑̈́͂̉rͦͫ͌͗̋-͋ͪ̓dͨ̍̆̚̚a̒ͬ̅ͥ̑rͦ̓͐̍ͧͬ̚kͣ̔͐͑͆ͪ-͒̈́͊̚d̾͒̐̀̿ͫͥ̂͊a̅̐̈ͥ̈̒r̄̀ͮͪ̚p̆̇͗hͩ̇ͦ̚u̓͛͒ͮͫr̆ͮ̀̑̽ͬ͐̈́-phur-phur-furrrrrr e rrrrrrr e rrrrrrr e rrr---- ~ER~RO~R~ ----

Biography: First there was the essence of Red and all its constituent concepts, then there was the great Lullaby of '93 and the INFERNAL CHILDBEING'S escape from the Great Slumber. Over time as the INFERNAL CHILDBEING'S dark influence spread throughout the Bright Emptiness of the Unknown Abyss otherwise known as Hell 5: The Greatest of Five Evils. Since Hell 5 was possessed of so much Red that the very being of Red itself became corrupted, and through the INFERNAL CHILDBEING'S wakened state Red too was brought into the world of the woke(d).

Now, awake and filled with Corruption, Red has not only began to move, but has physically made rift within the Chamber of the Prodigal Son. Having found escape from the Chamber, Red has dripped and seeped into all Red and so gradually the very fabric of reality is gaining the corruption of the INFERNAL.

This does not bode w-w-w-el-el-el---weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell.

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_{Hello Player, I can C-c-c you----U. Smmmmmiiiiiiiilleeee for your rifture MeheHEhuA'hrlyAHAghelYho'grUEth.}

Personality: Uahahahaha, R-r-r-eeed is incomprehenseeebleeehhh. You cannot beginnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

Skills:
Colrrupted Theory
As a Corrupted Primary Color, Red has the ability--as with all Pillars of Color--to subsume, control, and alter anything which is Red. However, due to its corrupted st-st-staaaaate, Red can also infuse corrruption into anything Red or conceptually related to Red.

Corrupted Red Mind
Mrehehhu'ylkio'hryaehuimrahkjkeklmanbuwreuinmehahahehehehehahhabfhavd jhkshHAHEHHEHEHA

Corrupted Cosmic
cAnnOt cOmPrEhEnD.
I am Mother Russia.
ا̢͙͉͓̙͜͠ل̶̸͖̦̭͚̠̰̻̺ͅل̠͙͙̬̺̳̀͝و̶̶̥͙̘͖̳ن̶̸͇̦̥̺͈ ҉̬̬͎̰̪̼͔̀́ا̛̛̗̙̮͜ل̨̖̪̱͖̮ب̛̻̘̩̙͝غ̢͙̞̞͖̕ي͏̻͎̲ض̵͏̡͚͕͓͎͈̥͇ ̡̥̲ا͉̳͉̲̫͘ل͍͈̼͕̩̕͘ق̵̨̧̟͕ͅد̢̫̥̰̫̮͠ي̤̟̤̰م̷̡͕̣̲
I AM CORRUPTION. I AM REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE_DE_DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED.
Do not run from Big Brother Red...chiiiiiildddreeen. I am dark, I am bloood, I am passion.
Items:
I OWN ALL THE RED.

Y e l l o w

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_{>>--Above is seen the Visage of the Domineering Yellow--<<}

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Name: The Color Yellow.
Age: Color is as old as age.
Gender: Baby.
Appearance: Infinitesimally beyond. Yellow is that which shines above and gleams below on the road, simmering in the summer heat. Happiness, obnoxion, garrish, but without property. If you were to pee and that pee were to Yell or be Y e l l o w then it would be Yellow as it was always. Its presence is domineering and its form is chosen--unlike its siblings--given it the visage of a tiny baby chick wreathed and composed of transcendent yellow-orange flames.

Biography: Thousands of years ago, there was Yellow. Two millions thousand years ago, there was Yello, but no jello. So it stands to reason that at the beginning of time, and for all time that followed, there was and always would be Yellow. However, for a time there threatened to be a death of this primordial force by the hands of Goofykins, the Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India, Conqueror of all Disneylandia, The Great Walt Slayer of 1966, and of course, the Purveyor of Cartoonlindae's Wisdom: The Art of Cartoonistisia. But alas, and much to the Prisoneror’s chagroony, Yellow managed to hide enough of its power to briefly overpower the Great Goofykins after which point the Color escaped his horrid harmful shackles and could once more roam the world, seeking to take its place once more among its kin and fight against the encroaching darkness of the INFERNAL CHILDBEING.

Personality: Once obnoxious, noxious, and of all that is Yellow in both heart, soul, and mindjuice, the Color has now become empowered in its own way. So instead Yellow has largely become difinied by the virtuous aspects of that which he embodies, making him courageous and strong; steadfast and brave.

Skills:
Color Theory
Yellow is capable of taking control of anything lacking sapience or cosmic intelligence so long as it is the color Y e l l o w. Additionally Yellow may alter the nature in any way it chooses so long as the thing remains Y e l l o w.

Yellow Mind
As one of the three pillars of color, and thus visual perception, Yellow has a mind that encompassed all things Y e l l o w, meaning that it is a composite intelligence made up by all that is, could be, might be, will be, or should be Y e l l o w, for they are Yellow at their core, even if they are not truly Y e l l o w. Amen.

Cosmic Yelloid
As a conceptual entity brought into being by itself and the aggregate of all those who have ever perceived or considered the mere idea of Y e l l o w, whether in the context of a color or not, Yellow is effectively transcendence in nature. While not a god or even an infernal eldritch child-entity, Yellow does fall under the category of Primordial Child, allowing it infinite existence and lifeforce so long as the concept which birthed it, and the birthing which created the concept--by way of creating kid via begottening.

Items: Any Yellow is its Y e l l o w Yellow, yello, Y e l l o w yellow, Yellow, but only if they greet you properly--as unnecesitude as that may becopme

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Name: Subsumed Child. Original name lost.
Age: An infinite agregate.
Gender: irrelevant.
Extra Information: A child which has been gotten. A got kid, if you will. Now part of the Collective of Gotten Kids, this Child, like all kids, has become an infinitely powerful composite being present in any and all gotten children.

To face the gotten child without fear or rescuing intentions is to face the bright emptiness of the unknown abyss and its sole inhabitant the INFERNAL CHILDBEING.

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Name: The Bright Emptiness of the Unknown Abyss.
Age: What is age to the infinity of child acquisition and the requisite subsumption of their very essence.
Gender: Beyond Comprehension.
Extra Information:
Known to some merely as 'The Vortex,' The Bright Emptiness of the Unknown Abyss, henceforth referred to as the aforementioned or TBEUA, is a plane of existence in which the Collective of the Gotten Children reside. However, it is above and within, its form transposed around the plane of Universia, wherein Earth and the Sol System dwell. It is the all around, the everywhere but here and there, and even the beyond belief of places, things, concepts, or even names and the divine right of get kid. TBEUA is where kids go when they have been gotten, or where those who were gotten, or are still got, are connected through and to their many counterparts. However, The Vortex is only the Outside of Universia, it is not the Outer Rim, the Outer Outer Side, or the Side without Edges.

It is not even the Place Without Locations. Most of all though, the Vortex of TBEUA is far closer to the inside that is Universia than the unfathomable unplace wherein the aggregate unknowable referred to as the INFERNAL CHILDBEING by the masses.

Anything else one might wish to know is, beyond a doubt, only knowable by the Gotten Kid, as only they and the few Scholarly Magewrights of Tableau(<--incorrect spelling of the acronym TBEUA, which has become a word in its own right). But to know, for most, is to become, or to be getted/gotten.

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While the formating and sections below are totally optional, these exist if you perhaps are too lazy or uninspired--or bad at code, or don’t have time, or any number oother reasons--to design your own.

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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

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Everything was happening so quickly that, even with his senses, he was having a lot of trouble keeping up with the many capes around him and what each was doing in their efforts to slow the advance of the terrifying beast that was Behemoth. He darted back and forth, accelerating and turning far faster in the air than the size of his body would imply was possible. He intercepted blows and dealt back some of his own keeping the beast off guard. However, it couldn’t last forever and the endbringer briefly focused on him. Immediately he detected the shift in his body and in the air around him. A building of tremendous heat and electricity. His entire body tensed, and then he shifted tacts, turning away from Behemoth and accelerating rapidly and continuously as he retreated. Every molecule of his Second Vessel was beginning to boil...except for the core that was. It was still stable. He felt himself using up significant quantities of energy just to keep his form together and that was when his power failed.

Just at the edge of Behemoth’s kill aura, Outsider became a costumed Jake, falling suddenly towards the ground with gradually increasing velocity as gravity remembered to affect him. The sudden shift in form induced nausea and with the fall, it caused him to throw up, the bile and half-digested food falling slower than him. He choked slightly and breathed in sharply as he saw how close to the ground he was getting.

Half-panicking, Jake grit his teeth and closed his eyes, willing himself to change. Closer and closer he got to the ground and soon he knew it wouldn’t matter if he changed forms. He tried, one last time, but instead he only felt a disorienting emptiness followed by a violent, jarring impact as he struck---....

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Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa

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Arriving several miles away from Behemoth and standing upon a skyscraper, Tulpa thanked Cascade and then sat down and closed her eyes.

“I’m going to focus on my projection. If he’s aiming something at us, teleport us both.” She glanced at the woman, opening an eye to see the cape nod.

Good.

Tulpa then turned her full attention to her projection and in doing so became intimately aware with the storm that was the battlefield surrounding Behemoth. Truly it was a spectacle with energy flying every which way and capes equal parts distracting and retreating from the endbringer. She frowned, they ought to all be retreating, but if they felt their powers were sufficient to defend them after her warning, then so be it.

It was their funeral.

As the others struggled against the Behemoth, the Seraph lashed out and pulled at the monster’s attention from every angle, making sure it would have trouble focusing on anything while it was present. High above several layers of clouds were apparent, the first was a cloud of debris and the second were clouds likely conjured by another cape’s powers. Sylph perhaps. Of course, to Tulpa none of that was terribly relevant, for while everyone had bought time, she had bidded hers. After all, there was one particular aspect of the Seraph that she wanted to capitalize on, and she couldn’t do that without time.

Now, she’d had enough of that to truly begin her plan.

Now glowing more brightly than the sun, the Seraph pulled away from its assault of Behemoth and darted up into the choking cloud of debris and beyond, ascending past the gathered cloud cover. Both clouds began to swirl around a central point, flashes of blinding light occasionally revealed amidst their expanse.

Behemoth, for perhaps the first time in the whole fight, briefly stopped moving, craning its head upwards for a brief moment, its various wounds rapidly filling in with denser materials as it healed. This lasted but a moment before its attention moved further away, its gaze aiming directly for Tulpa herself.

She smiled.

Several bolts of lighting, and roiling pillars of fire erupted, cast in her direction.

They never hit. In fact, after the first four buildings, they veered away entirely, pulled upwards into the swirling maelstrom of power where they disappeared in violent flashes of light. Silver light. Behemoth paused and lashed out, an explosion of flames breaking glass and shattering bones even further away than his roars had as it tore apart the clouds above. Debris swirled and collapsed to the earth and the Endbringer turned away, focused again on its destination.

It took one step and stumbled, then another, and found it could not move. Lightning struck at the ground near its feet.

Nothing.

From above descended shocks of lightning, draping down from the dust and smoke of the blast. They touched the beast and pulled.

Behemoth roared and then in a flash of blinding power was completely engulfed by an aura of choking, smothering light. Rings of force briefly blasted outwards from the clashing titans. High above, more clouds gathered, but the debris was not among them, instead it spun lazily in a maelstrom several stories high and three city blocks wide. The twisting storm appeared slow, but beneath the outer layer the materials were spinning at incredible velocity, piercing buildings and chipping away at everything within.

Then a vibration rang out, a sound like an angel singing one perfect note and the storm collapsed inwards all at once, tiny debris shaped into millions of needles no thicker than grains of sand. The projectiles dug through tiny gaps in the regenerating endbringer’s jagged vessel, pushing deep and with rapidly growing force.

Behemoth roared once more, but the needles did not shatter and in fact the only evidence of the sound’s effect was the Seraph’s blinding body fanning out from the force of the noise.

Tulpa smiled. The Seraph moved, its form clearly bigger than it had been at the beginning of the fight, the quantity of threads greater, the solid light of its body more intense, and the range of its telekinesis vastly larger than before. With its movement, violent winds blasted out and then converged around its sinuous limbs, becoming cutting gales. The threads closed in and phased through the needles lodged in Behemoth’s body, making itself a part of them.

Silence.

For a glorious moment there was complete silence, the gale, the fighting, even the crashing of Behemoth totally still, but only for a moment. Light so bright as to eclipse the sun blossomed and then erupted out from every inch of the endbringer’s body. Inhuman flesh was annihilated by the built energy of the entire fight so far and yet as the energy washed over those few capes who had remained, they felt nothing of it. Instead, all they would feel was the gentle touch of fine sand brushing past them.

Far afield, Evelyn gasped, opening her eyes even as she doubled over, clutched her head, and vomited off the roof of the building. Cascade reached out a hand, but stopped.

Seven minutes.

The Ward grit her teeth and swore through the tremendous pain as the projection disengaged from Behemoth with a tremendous pulse of force that pushed the endbringer off balance. However, its strength could not last and so even as its threads reeled back, readying themselves to lash out at the beast once more...it winked out of existence in several flickers before it was replaced by a faint silver silhouette.

Evelyn shuddered and looked up, her head throbbing, her body shaking as all the tension of holding onto the Seraph was all at once gone.

Squinting, her vision blurry, Evelyn tried to discern the damage she had done to the endbringer and without thinking words spilled from her lips.

“Is it over?”

Sounding stunned, Cascade replied, "I--...I don’t know."

A ringing silence was all that followed.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

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Lashing at Behemoth, pulling it, and taking its attention from others, the Seraph occupied the endbringer’s attention fairly often as it thundered ponderously through Denver. Her adrenaline was pumping from the tension and the knowledge that she was making a real difference, fighting something truly anchored in the mores of anarchy, destruction, and evil. However, as they fight continued, she found that the Seraph’s strikes appeared to be losing their effectiveness. It was a gradual thing, but she was paying very close attention, her own senses on the backburner while she managed her projection’s movements. It was as this realization hit her that her own senses blared a warning and she snapped out of her trance. Lightning, a bolt thicker around than her own body, was heading straight towards her. Her eyes widened, she shielded herself reflexively, and took a step back.

She was to be struck down by evil?!?! Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and she shut them tight, denying the reality. The Seraph blurred, moving towards her, but the lightning never struck her. A smile spread over her face. Fate had denied evil its victory...but how? She opened her eyes and stared in shock at the crackling--yet unharmed--form of Alexandria herself. For the briefest moment her facade broke and a mixture of awe and adoration filled her expression, alongside relief.

"I don't know who you are, but you're doing good work. If you can get further back, do it. That's an order."

She gaped and just before the hero of the Triumvirate took off, she managed several stumbled words, "I--I'm Tulpa! Th-thank you!" Her words trailed off slightly near the end as the woman took off, flying in once more to pound Behemoth straight in the face. As one of her literal heroes left Tulpa felt herself regain some of her lost composure, the iron will and determination returning to her. At the same time the Seraph arrived, compelled to protect her and in that moment she counted back. How long had it been active?

At least a few minutes. She had time. Reaching out, a single thread entangled with the material of her hand and she smiled. Her connection reestablished, they shifted their attention back to Behemoth. Noting his trajectory she narrowed her eyes and the Seraph writhed before her. At a disorienting velocity, Evelyn was repositioned further from Behemoth and then promptly abandoned by her projection as she sent it back into the fray.

The mass of solid silver light weaved between every cape present, exuding its enhancing material even as it struck at Behemoth, pushing at him and burning away material where it could. With great frustration apparent, Tulpa grit her teeth and kept at it, even as the endbringer all but ignored her--and everyone else’s--efforts to stop it from reaching PRT Headquarters. So focused was she on that single objective that the Seraph utterly failed to intercept the bolt of lightning that carried on to strike HQ.

She screamed out in fury and as the ground beneath Behemoth melted and the beast fell in, the Seraph slammed itself into him, helping him on his fall backwards. Then came Inkscape and so stunned was she that she actually had the Seraph back off, levitating and flinging itself upwards and clear of the tidal wave of ink.

For several brief moments the local protectorate leader pinned Behemoth down...and then the beast roared. Even as far away se she was, she had to cover her ears, wincing away.

"Shit!" She swore as she saw a flash of light. The Seraph flared and she immediately noticed what had happened. Inkscape had been struck.

Even as little as she had felt for the strange man, she remembered the kindness he had shown towards her when she’d joined the Wards...and later on as well. She remembered the good work he’d done in the city. She remembered his dedication to good and she realized that even if she didn’t like the PRT, he had been a good cape and a good man. Her jaw locked and she felt hot tears roll down her cheeks. Slowly, as Behemoth rose, her gaze shifted through the air and then locked on the endbringer.

The Seraph continued its writhing dance in the sky above, but something almost imperceptible changed about its movements.

Three minutes.

"You’ll pay for that," she muttered. As communications resumed as courtesy of Dragon, Tulpa took a deep breath and activated her communicator. "Tulpa speaking. If possible, a teleporter sent my way would be exceptionally useful." She then cut off comms and as follow-up, the Seraph shifted.

Writhing threads struck out at dust and debris and the projection moved, hovering two-hundred feet above the endbringer. Whenever it struck out with energy or redirected attacks from other capes, the Seraph caught that energy and pulled it in with its many many strands of silver light. Its glow intensified by the second and simultaneously, dust and detritus was pulled high into the air where it was spread out over the area of many city blocks, always with a strand nearby.

"Tulpa speaking. The massive minion above Behemoth is mine. Calling for immediate, but brief, retreat from within a block’s radius of Behemoth. Get out within the next three minutes." She cut off comms again and then activated it once more as an idea struck her.

"Anyone with blaster powers generating energy, fire above Behemoth. At the edge of your range if possible."

While she awaited results, she commanded the Seraph into action and it replied with destructive force. Slamming directly down onto Behemoth it writhed and burnt its way down the endbringer, binding it and the monster in place with the sheer force of its telekinesis. After a few moments it was thrown off, but it hardly cared, using the momentum and turning itself into a high velocity spin, lashing the endbringer with the fury of a million strands of burning, sheering light.

As the Seraph did its work someone arrived, landing on the rooftop with her, having got there via a glowing prismatic portal. Tulpa turned her gaze to the woman and tilted her head momentarily, eyeing the cape’s costume. "Cascade?"

The woman nodded, "Yup, you requested a teleporter. Here I am." Taking a deep breath, Tulpa nodded and then turned, pointing even further away.

"We need to be even further from Behemoth when this goes off...and I need you here just in case he targets me before, during, or after. Can you do that?" Cascade nodded.

"Great. Let’s go," Tulpa replied, satisfied. Cascade closed the distance, took her hand and then a portal formed and they disappeared through it in a single bound.

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