[OOC] Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

[Cyclone]

Leftover.

[lif]

tfw not cat bug is a higher level than Lif

[Muttonhawk]

After re-reading the creation of Ovaedis, I hope dearly that someone writes a slice-of-life post where a sentient female on Galbar has a sex-ed class supplemented by looking through a telescope.

[Antarctic Termite]

After re-reading the creation of Ovaedis, I hope dearly that someone writes a slice-of-life post where a sentient female on Galbar has a sex-ed class supplemented by looking through a telescope.

@Muttonhawk

Done.

One bored Thursday morning

Janelle finished doodling the cute angel who sat two rows to her left and dropped her pencil, resting her head on her arm. She drummed her fingers on the decade-old desk, cheap then, decrepit now. Another glance won’t hurt. Yep, there she was. Two weeks in and still completely oblivious to the fact that Janelle was flirting with her. The fuck did I get transferred to an Orthodox school for?

Clueless religious nuts, all of them. Janelle had tuned out of the lecture as soon as Mr. Hopston had mentioned the word ‘abstinence’ and was yet to listen back in. Don’t swear. Don’t get laid. Don’t be gay. And no sex ed until senior year? Her eyelids drooped. I could’ve gone to Vulamera Protestant High or something and learned all this by the time I was done being a freshman, but I guess physics classes and pottery club are ok too. Thanks a lot, Logos. Toun. The Gods of Order were boring as shit.

At least it was marginally better than going to a Reformed Zephyrionic school and attending a four-hour mass on how great the Primordial Being was every Friday.

Hopston was going into how the mortal body was an engine of sin and should be kept private, and Janelle dozed complacently for a while, the words glancing off her limply. Until.

“Wait, what?”

The students around her tittered, and conservative professor Hops froze before the blackboard as if the idea of being interrupted was completely new to him. “Janelle? Raise your hand, for goodness sake!”

A palm shot up.

“Yes, Janelle?”

“What th-” She bit her tongue. “Can you please repeat that last bit?”

“Why, of course, you little heathen.” He shook his head slowly, infuriatingly, and gestured broadly to the black cylinder on the windowsill. “I said that to demonstrate the evils of the flesh, we’ll be taking a look through the telescope today.”

“Oh bullshit!” Janelle’s hands slammed down on her desk so hard that the old screws rattled and she had to clasp her reddened palms. The class recoiled, stunned. This was the kind of drama only transfer students brought with them from the schools of sin. A rare novelty.

“What the sweet hell do you mean, ‘demonstrate the evils of the flesh’? What are we gonna be looking at, our star signs? Trying to spot some dirty messages written on the surface of Periditus? Did the Gods of Order write their moral law based on a horoscope they tore out of the daily paper? Is that it? No? Can you please start making some bloody sense for once, then?”

Janelle knew she was doomed as soon as the words started to spill from her lips.

And yet, in an uncharacteristically worldly gesture, the venerable Professor only smiled. “Well, girl, the matter of your impending detention aside, why not take a look for yourself? Maybe that’ll help you get over your little… Lapse of faith. Go on. It’s the right time of year, and I’ve already focused the lens. It’s tinted to highlight Jvanic powers, but I’m sure you of all people won’t have any trouble recognising those carnal products of perversion and sin.”

Recognising that, whatever configuration of stars she was supposed to see, she’d only set herself up for embarrassment in front of her crush, Janelle lifted herself out of her chair and decided to get this over with. Hissing something vile, she lowered her face to the eyepiece.

Her breath caught.

“What the fuck,” she whispered.

As she returned to her seat and Hopston interrupted his own condescending remark to try and get the giggling class to pipe down, Janelle could only sit mutely before her desk and wonder what kind of fucking crazy gods must have gotten together to make such a fucking crazy world.

Thanks for the prompt. This was a fun little scribble, if not quite true to some of the character's respective ideologies.

[lif]

<Snipped quote by Muttonhawk>

Done.

One bored Thursday morning

Janelle finished doodling the cute angel who sat two rows to her left and dropped her pencil, resting her head on her arm. She drummed her fingers on the decade-old desk, cheap then, decrepit now. Another glance won’t hurt. Yep, there she was. Two weeks in and still completely oblivious to the fact that Janelle was flirting with her. The fuck did I get transferred to an Orthodox school for?

Clueless religious nuts, all of them. Janelle had tuned out of the lecture as soon as Mr. Hopston had mentioned the word ‘abstinence’ and was yet to listen back in. Don’t swear. Don’t get laid. Don’t be gay. And no sex ed until senior year? Her eyelids drooped. I could’ve gone to Vulamera Protestant High or something and learned all this by the time I was done being a freshman, but I guess physics classes and pottery club are ok too. Thanks a lot, Logos. Toun. The Gods of Order were boring as shit.

At least it was marginally better than going to a Reformed Zephyrionic school and attending a four-hour mass on how great the Primordial Being was every Friday.

Hopston was going into how the mortal body was an engine of sin and should be kept private, and Janelle dozed complacently for a while, the words glancing off her limply. Until.

“Wait, what?”

The students around her tittered, and conservative professor Hops froze before the blackboard as if the idea of being interrupted was completely new to him. “Janelle? Raise your hand, for goodness sake!”

A palm shot up.

“Yes, Janelle?”

“What th-” She bit her tongue. “Can you please repeat that last bit?”

“Why, of course, you little heathen.” He shook his head slowly, infuriatingly, and gestured broadly to the black cylinder on the windowsill. “I said that to demonstrate the evils of the flesh, we’ll be taking a look through the telescope today.”

“Oh bullshit!” Janelle’s hands slammed down on her desk so hard that the old screws rattled and she had to clasp her reddened palms. The class recoiled, stunned. This was the kind of drama only transfer students brought with them from the schools of sin. A rare novelty.

“What the sweet hell do you mean, ‘demonstrate the evils of the flesh’? What are we gonna be looking at, our star signs? Trying to spot some dirty messages written on the surface of Periditus? Did the Gods of Order write their moral law based on a horoscope they tore out of the daily paper? Is that it? No? Can you please start making some bloody sense for once, then?”

Janelle knew she was doomed as soon as the words started to spill from her lips.

And yet, in an uncharacteristically worldly gesture, the venerable Professor only smiled. “Well, girl, the matter of your impending detention aside, why not take a look for yourself? Maybe that’ll help you get over your little… Lapse of faith. Go on. It’s the right time of year, and I’ve already focused the lens. It’s tinted to highlight Jvanic powers, but I’m sure you of all people won’t have any trouble recognising those carnal products of perversion and sin.”

Recognising that, whatever configuration of stars she was supposed to see, she’d only set herself up for embarrassment in front of her crush, Janelle lifted herself out of her chair and decided to get this over with. Hissing something vile, she lowered her face to the eyepiece.

Her breath caught.

“What the fuck,” she whispered.

As she returned to her seat and Hopston interrupted his own condescending remark to try and get the giggling class to pipe down, Janelle could only sit mutely before her desk and wonder what kind of fucking crazy gods must have gotten together to make such a fucking crazy world.

Thanks for the prompt. This was a fun little scribble, if not quite true to some of the character's respective ideologies.

@Antarctic Termite

Lif sympathizes with Janelle

[Scarifar]

What I want to know is what was seen in that telescope.

[lif]

What I want to know is what was seen in that telescope.

@Scarifar

A giant penis.

Not even half-joking, in the wise words of Antarctic Termite.

[Rtron]

Man. So,many holy sites.

Vestec needs to get cracking and breaking some of them.

[BBeast]

Man. So,many holy sites.

Vestec needs to get cracking and breaking some of them.

@Rtron

Vestec has a war to finish first.

Check your PMs. Kyre wants to talk with Vestec.

P.S. We still haven't settled the battle between the Urtelem and Ashlings. I'm not sure how much it's worth writing up, though, since we knew that, to not get discontinuity with Legion, it'll just remove most of the Ashlings, and otherwise it provides no advancement or development. Thoughts?

P.P.S. @Kho @Cyclone I built a Holy Site on Turn 2. When can I build a new one? Was it this turn or next?

P.P.P.S. @Antarctic Termite Your new holy site mentioned something about an umbilical cord? Is that connected through a Gap portal, or is its connection to Jvan through physical space? The latter would be rather impractical.

[Cyclone]

@BBeast

Next turn you and I can get our second holy sites.

[Antarctic Termite]

P.P.P.S. @Antarctic Termite Your new holy site mentioned something about an umbilical cord? Is that connected through a Gap portal, or is its connection to Jvan through physical space? The latter would be rather impractical.

@BBeast

It runs from the embryo-machine to the internal lining of the uterus, same as a normal umbilical cord. The 'placenta' on the interior of the uterus is living matter transplanted from Jvan, it just happens to be separate from the rest of her body.

Not that it wouldn't be hilarious for Galbar's first space elevator to be an umbilicus stretched out like a reverse bungee cord.

[Scarifar]

Hey @Cyclone, that reminds me, did you add the Might generated by Holy Sites to our total Might? Not sure if you did. I added the Might I had in the previous turn (7) and added what I would generate naturally (7 at Level 4) and I get 14, but I also have a Holy Site I spent 4 Might on.

[Cyclone]

Hey @Cyclone, that reminds me, did you add the Might generated by Holy Sites to our total Might? Not sure if you did. I added the Might I had in the previous turn (7) and added what I would generate naturally (7 at Level 4) and I get 14, but I also have a Holy Site I spent 4 Might on.

@Scarifar

*sigh*

I think I shifted the column with the holy site income and broke the addition column that added everything up to find current Might. Turn post is updated once again

I'd go back and count to see how many different things I somehow managed to fuck up when rushing through this (Off the top of my head was it 5? Maybe 6?), but this exercise has lead me to realize the futility of me trying to count things.

[Dawnscroll]

*zooms into the thread*

Been gone for some time in an Internship in NYC with a watchmaking company. Back full time now. What I miss, people?

roleplayerguild.com/posts/3513599

Also, Logos upgraded to Level 4 ages ago... can you please assign the correct level and the Might for that?

[Double Capybara]

@Rtron Vestec is going to need a lot of Fate Points to survive the holy lynching :P

[Muttonhawk]

*zooms into the thread*

Been gone for some time in an Internship in NYC with a watchmaking company. Back full time now. What I miss, people?
...

@Dawnscroll

Alright, so, in no particular order, the abridged summary of the last few weeks...

Vestec's hordes continue to march. He's played Toun and Niciel against one another, but Niciel worked it out. Toun still doesn't know and doesn't like Niciel now.

Lifprasil and Belvast played some games.

There's some internal strife with the elemental community. They've been whacking Jvan as well.

Jvan continues to make babies everywhere, including impregnating the orbit of Galbar with a holy sight. She also made a rainbow elemental sculptor or something that was stomped, but has eggs around the place. Actually, Jvan's done a lot of stuff, you should check out the summaries there.

Toun has (calligraphy) now. He made a couple of avatars.

Phatasmagoria made everyone a little jiggy.

There are ogres. They may or may not own swamps.

Vulamera and Vakarion had a hot date and a counselling session on a moon. Mindfucking ensued to create Keriss, the demigod of cutting people up.

Reathos' hero, Nimueh, is in a bit of strife as the battle was joined with Vestec's southern horde.

Vestec made an avatar called Violence. An avatar battle-royale may ensue in its neutralisation, including Toun's, Teknall's, Zephyrion's, and possibly other avatars and heros.

Now it's turn 6.

[Rtron]

@Rtron Vestec is going to need a lot of Fate Points to survive the holy lynching :P

@Double Capybara

He's faced worse. HE'S LIKE THAT ONE VILLAIN IN THAT ONE SERIES THAT NEVER DIES AND ALWAYS SOMEHOW ESCAPES AND COMES BACK OR SURVIVES AND COMES BACK.

YOU KNOW THE ONE I'M TALKING ABOUT.

[Double Capybara]

@Rtron All I can think about is Dick Dastardly

We need to organize a race sometime, it would be less wacky, more eldritch, but still...

[Rtron]

@Rtron All I can think about is Dick Dastardly

We need to organize a race sometime, it would be less wacky, more eldritch, but still...

@Double Capybara

When you say race do you mean 'First one to the finish wins!' or do you mean 'A species created by Vestec and Illunabar'

Speaking of joint creation, I thought Logos was supposed to drop by and create a crystal forest around the Changing Planes? @Dawnscroll

[Dawnscroll]

@Rtron

He LITERALLY means a race... God, talk about a reference and a half.

Yup. In the midst of it. Need the boss to give me my correct amount of Might.