DELETED jdl3932

World of Light

Moved to the CHAR tab.

World of Light

Kudos for all the effort put into the sheet. Now that I read the full application, several of the sections are glutted by the mention of his ability to consume others, although his actual listed Power is the claws. Even if a supernatural ability is really inherent to everything about the character, like Ms. Fortune's Life Gem, that's what the Power should be. Such important abilities can't just be mentioned offhandedly in other facets' descriptions, since that's including more than starter characters are allowed to have. After making, say, 'Blacklight Consumption' the Power, then that Power and its effect on fusion can be used to rack up different natural weapons over time, like gaining claws he can manifest after absorbing an enemy with claws.

@Lugubrious

I'll get on that edit as soon as I get to my PC.

Crossover Town

@ZAVAZggg@Kenshi

Jesse took this opportunity to fire off ten shots and shoot ten heads. His lifelong training to be the ultimate apocalypse killer played off. He then threw a shiv into the neck of someone who was fleeing. It wasn't until the room was littered with corpses and soaked with blood that he questioned if this was indeed the cult they were supposed to be killing. He tended to shoot first and ask questions later.

"This was them, right?" He asked Zyx, skeptically

@MikkishtheLeprechaun

"Yes, almost."

One of the cultists who'd been shot - but not killed - attempted to fire up at Zyx from his prone position on the ground, only to be met with the tip of a blade. The god having slowed down time to cross the distance and end him.

"That's all of them. Here anyway. This looks to be a smaller cell of the larger group, and judging by the symbols coating this room as well as their past behavior, I'd say this was just one of many points in a massive ritual site."

World of Light

2

Crossover Town

@ZAVAZggg@Kenshi

Jesse cocked his glock and prepared to headshot a bunch of cultists as soon as the door opened.

"Alright we'll see what this cult is made of."

@MikkishtheLeprechaun

Nodding, Zyx kicked open the door, drawing his sword and cutting a man dressed in a plain black suit directly in two as he rushed out of the room. Stepping to the side, he allowed Jesse the chance to fire as two more cult members, dressed in civilian clothing, charged the doorway with knives in hand while a third hurriedly fiddled with the safety of his gun.

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay, Mk. V

---

---

The Lord of Rot continued to wage war with the tempestuously fickle sky, staring blankly as it roiled and churned, its dark underbelly akin to umbral scales of some grand leviathan. Around him lightning flashed, tearing deep fissures several feet deep in the blasted ground and setting what little vegetation remained alight. The heat of the bolts was added unto the wind as well, whipping it into a static inferno that whirled with the chaos of its own momentum. Despite the violent feedback, Xem was making slow yet steady progress, as he was becoming increasingly familiar with the way the magical energies weaved and flowed. Soon the sky would be restored to a more proper state, provided nothing went awry of course.

Almost as if the hand of fate were conspiring against him, several forks of lightning flashed in rapid succession further north, and Xem could feel the weather there begin to turn. Shifting his rotten bulk until he was fully facing that direction, the Pestilent King let out a low growl, fetid bursts of spores erupting from his throat. There was another being there like himself judging by the resistance he currently felt. Another equally powerful god no doubt, what with the sheer amount of force the localized anomaly was currently exerting.

A challenge to be sure, but Xem would not see his will denied, and pushed back against the stormy pocket just as hard, his efforts redoubled tenfold. Clenching his fists, he attempted to stamp out the localized vortex and return it to a more placid state. His attention being refocused, however, the rest of the sky had slowly begun to revert to its previously chaotic state, the magical energies spilling in from other layers continuing to wreak their havoc on the drifting shard...

Summary

Xem's battle to restore the heavens to a viable state continues, although the creation of a storm in the north by the goddess Paratiri has thrown a wrinkle into his divine plan. Not one to be deterred, he redoubles his efforts, attempting to crush the anomaly through sheer force of will. In doing so however, Xem's focus becomes tunneled and centers on that single point in space, to the severe detriment of the rest of the magic ravaged sky.

Crossover Town

@ZAVAZggg

"We're going to have to kill the thing eventually, probably." Jesse said as he followed Zyx

Meatwad looked at the ground in what seemed like disappointment. In reality he was too dumb to remain disappointed too long.

"Want to hang out? I can be your evil sidekick the...very...bad meat." He said, smiling to himself and thinking it was a clever name "No. I am dark. The Dark Meat."

@MikkishtheLeprechaun

"It shouldn't be too hard," Zyx replied, motioning for Jesse to halt as they approached a flight of stairs leading down to what appeared to be the mall's basement. There was no sound as far as mortals were concerned, but an Ultima like Zyx could hear a low hum in the air. Most likely emanating from the magical wards. Calmly laying his hand on the pommel of his sword, he gestured for Jesse to follow as he nonchalantly descended the stairs.

"Get ready. I've a feeling the cult is on the other side of this door. At least a few of their members anyway, and when cornered there's no telling what they will do."

---

The horrid sound of bones cracking could be heard, not only as Trollge whipped his head around to look at the talking wad of meat, but also when he silenced the final soldier's scream by liberating his ribcage from his chest cavity.

"̨̡̛̯̠̻̝̠͇̣̣͖͚̭̍̔̀̆̇̂̄͌̍͂̚͟͠͝Ḑ̦̪͔̙̗̖̘̳̫̮̱͇̲́̅͛̾͋͗̅͆̿̔̿͆̔͋Ä̢̨̩͍̝̫̹͈̜̝̱͉̥́͛̑̎̒͌͊͆̈́̔͛̅͞R̡̭̭͔͚̩̦͔͍͉̒́̉͐̓̏̋̆͆̚̚͢Ḱ̖͓̜͔͙̣̮̞̲̦̣̹͚̍̉͐̎͒̓͌̉̍̋̏͟͢͠͡͞ ̨̨̣̟̟̻͓͉͈͙͙͉̄̋̂͒̐̃̑̈̿͋̅̚M̧̢̥͎͈̘̞͚͓̭̬̙͎̿̽̈̍̊̃͐͐̈́̃̅̿͘͟͞Ẽ̢͓̰̣̮̯͖͕̤̟̂͛̍̂̆̋̏̔̿͆̚͜͟A̬̻̠̦͈͔̜̥͇̋̍̿̊̌̀͛̀͌͘ͅŢ̛͔̘̹̬̞͚͔̱̬͒̓́́̽̆̕̕͡ ̯̗̗̟̪͙̰̯͙̟̺̓́̒̃̆́̔̈̿̿̆͠ͅI̢̝͍͔̣͇̫͉͉̩̦͒̓͒̈̏̀̌͆̓̓͡N̢̧̛̦̞̬̻͙̹̰̤̥̤͇̽̓́̔̈́̾̄͗͌̽͋͡D̡̧͈͍͓͇͕͕̮̼̗͈̫̮̅̓̋̈̾̓̍̇͛́̽̎͠͞É̢̲͙͚̜̩̼͓̮͚̊̔̏̆̐͛͒̚͝Ȩ̨̛̻̣̦͚̪͚̭͙̘̞̳͊̏̈́̒̑͑͋̽̈͠͡Ḑ̲̯̫̰̼͈̗̗̪̫̞̐̊́̒̎̎͌̐̏̊̿͝!̧̳̹̜̻̳͓͔̺͍̝̮̆̑̿̍͆̓͒̄̓͂̓́͑̚͜ͅ ̤̲̗͇̦̜̙͙̤̬̭͍͉͍̇̃̅̎͒̽̓̆̀̓̂̋̃́͢͠Ḩ̘͖͖̤̲̣̟͚̙̤̂̈́͗͊̐̀͑̄̓̕͞È̥͉͍̣̺̼͙͈͖̔̀̓̋̃͆͘͘̚͟͟͠Ė͙̰̯̰͍̪̠̜̫̰̳̅̂͑̊͑͂́́̔͘͘͜͢͞͠ͅ ̜͙̪͎͈̯̤̙̹͙͖̜͔͔̋͊̋̊̈̀̀̍̈́͑͗̚̕͝Ĥ̢̙̖͉̫̳̘̳͎̬̯̌͊̓̀̈̊͆̈́͛͢͠͠E̡̹̜̙͈̟̬̖̺̟̖̓͒̒̉̂̈̀̾̔̀̒̄̚͢͢Ė̡͓̹̩̬̭̦̪͕̗̘͚̦̏͛̃̐̈̿̔̀̽̕̕͞ ̧̢̧̢̲̩̲͔̳̖͔̠̺͇́͐̃̎̈̋̅̔̔̑̅͒͗͢͝͠H͉̩̯̻͎̜̠̬͛̄̅̂͆̽͛̎̕̕͜͢͠ͅĘ̡̨͕͓͚̠̮̞̼͓̺̊̈́́̓̀͛̉̃̈́̊̉̌̽͢͢͞E̡̮͔̼̻̹͉͎̹͔̒̄̐̀͊̔͒͂͊̒̋́͘͜͟͜͡ͅ,̡͚͔̙͇̩̖̣̖̳̬̾̄̓̎̌͛͛̀͐̎̿̉͢ ̱̰̬͈̼͍͎̩͚̝͔̀͆̅̍̔̔̂̾̔͌̀̕͢͞ͅH̤̹̘̯̲̪̘̗̠̟̠̭̻̫̐́̉͛̐̔̒̿̔͗̔́̂͡Ȁ̡̧̧̜͙̟͍̥̬̼͉̱͉̍̏͋́̍̿͑̒͊͂͜͞͝͠ ̳͇̞̺̗͇͍̺̰̪̟͍̬̗̀͌͑̂̐͆̐͗͂̽̍̀̚͢͠͞H̜͍͇̥̗̻̠͖̠̣̑̀͒͗̾̽͆͂̍̔͘͟͢͞A̱͚̻̭̟͓͎̱̠̱̙̠̎̓̇͒̿́̐̇̈́̕͟͠͝͡͝ͅ ̡̛̗͔̮̳̻̗̻̻̝͎̟̈́̋̋̏̅͂͊̓̃̔͘͘͢Ḣ̨̙͕̼͙͔̞͖͔̝̬͔͍̿̆̍͂͐̈́̍̽͝͠͞͝A̡̭͔̭̺͓̬̗͈͇͒̏̉̓͊̒͆̿̆̆̋͘͘͟͢ͅ ̢̡̖̜͍͎̠̤̥̤̩͌̇͒̎̂̈̄̂̀̅͂H͈̜̹̦̭̹͍̠̲͙͛̄́̍̀̊̑̎̃͗͑̕͜ͅẢ̢̡̡̦̬̻̤͕͎͕͌͒̓͛̆̄̏̐̏̉̓̕͟͜ͅ!̢͉̠̗͎͓͙̮̱̯̓̋̉͊̽͒̈̃͘̚͜͞"̛̲̝̰͚̜̻̤̭̹͚̩̎̑̋̌̂͑͂̈̕͟͡͠

Taking the wad of meat into his arms, Trollge returned to his suit, putting it on and brushing it clean. His shadowy bulk conformed back to the natural proportions of your average man, while his hands shifted back to their human shape. His face, still stained with blood, was noticeably less twisted as it had settled back into its jollier grin. Striding off down the street, Trollge kept out an eye for more chaos he and his protien based friend could cause.

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay, Mk. V

---

---

As what was left of Galbar burned and the sky was seared with the white hot flames of magic from layers afar, the few remaining pools of pestilence from the Forgotten World continued to bubble and hiss as they always had. Only this time things were different, perhaps because of the charged energies streaking through the air, or the fact that a new age had dawned. This time the disturbance within the pestilence only continued to grow, the bubbling morphing into a all out tumult while the hissing of gas grew to an utterly unnatural whine, one that would have been heard for miles upon miles were it not for the fact that the world was currently plunging head-on into its fiery end. From this chaos rose a horrid being, one whose flesh was as yellowed and ragged as the tattered garments it called clothes, whose fingers were naught more than spindly claws, chest a gaping maw from which a host of rotten tendrils spilled forth, and face a jackal's grinning skull.

Rising to his full height, Xem surveyed the broken and dying land from behind hollow sockets, his moth-eaten robes splaying outward in the searing wind even as a maggot calmly made its way across his cheek and into his jawless mouth. Already he could feel his displeasure at the current situation beginning to grow almost as strong as his hunger, before swiftly eclipsing it, becoming the only thought to occupy his fetid husk of a mind. This apocalypse simply would not do, for he could not be expected to satiate his hunger if there was no world left for him to corrupt. Thus it was that Xem conferred with himself and, after a moment of deliberation, moved to provide what aid he could. Striding forward, a movement that spilled bile from his stomach and maggots from his skull, Xem began to make the long journey north as there were other beings there. Whether they were like him or not he could not say, though they radiated a trail as he did, that much he could see. As such, it was not a wholly unsound assumption to make that their natures were similar even if their personalities and moods differed greatly.

As he went however, soaring over hill and dale on the back of a thick miasma, Xem gradually found his attention shifting to the torn sky above and the chaos that raged within its magic laden confines. And the longer he stared at it, the more he felt his rage begin to grow. He could not explain why as of yet, but there was something deep within that pushed him towards fixing that before anything else. Perhaps it was a holdover from the source of his birth - as it had been a glorious cauldron not only of rot, but a breeding ground of disease as well - and thus some retained viral instinct that emphasized the sheer importance of the surrounding atmosphere. Whatever the reason, this feeling had been strong enough to completely stop Xem in his tracks, the Exarch of Decay's attention turned towards heavens fully at long last. Still rather uncertain of what he should do, he simply followed the twists and turns of his own will as he exploited the malleable nature of reality to exert his influence over the sky. The ensuing battle would not be easy, however, much to Xem's chagrin, as the magical energies coursing through the air either reverted any changes he made, or took them to an unviable extreme. Thus it came to pass that storms were made, forks of lightning arcing to strike at the barren lands below, while blizzards raged in places they should not have.

All the while Xem continued to fight, slowly yet surely forcing the heavens to bend to his will...

Summary

Xem is born from one of the last pockets of pestilence and disease left over from the Forgotten World, the magical energies arcing through the atmosphere facilitating his existence. Awakening with a strong hunger to induce decay, the lord of rot elects to survey the surrounding land instead. Finding it not to his liking, for one cannot decay a world that does not exist, Xem sets out to help the other gods appearing in the northern lands, riding to aid them on the back of a thick miasma. Although along the way he finds himself unable to ignore the churning sky above and pauses, directing all of his energy towards shaping it to a more stable state. Thus is a battle between god and nature begun, though it is only a matter of time until god's will is done.

World of Light

---

---

Level: 3 (11/30)
Word Count: 497
Location: Edge of the Blue - Atlantis Temple
EXP: +1

---

---

Sephiroth took note of the stares she accrued on her way to the shooting gallery, before summarily ignoring them, although there was some part of her deep down that seemed to enjoy the attention. Cia most likely, if her behavior prior to their fusion had been any indication. Well, if these creatures wanted to gaze upon pure perfection, they were most welcome to. Sephiroth on the other hand, decided her time would be better spent fulfilling her mission. Filling up her stamp card, the first step of which was to complete the pirate themed shooting gallery. A simple task really, especially for someone like her given her first-hand experience with war, and one that she had no doubt she could complete in record time. So, carrying on her way, she made it to the ride only a handful of minutes later. Though even with this advantage she was still forced to wait in the rather sizeable line that had formed during her approach. After an excruciatingly long wait however, the last visitor to have hopped onto the final boat had returned to the artificial harbor at last, albeit treading water instead of standing triumphantly on deck like most of the others.

Pulling herself up and over onto dry land, she shakily clambered to her feet, water streaming from her lithe frame to soak the ground below. Holding up her stamp card, she waited as the snail stationed nearby marked it red, before turning to face Sephiroth with a sheepish grin and a shrug.

"Well, that could've gone better. Although, I never was any good at these kinds of games."

She looked the former SOLDIER up and down briefly, chocolate eyes lingering a tad longer in certain places than they should have perhaps, before continuing.

"Still, you look... capable. Maybe you'll have better luck."

Flashing Sephiroth a toothy grin, the woman gave her a peace symbol before swiftly rushing off back the way she'd come, leaving the swordswoman completely alone save for the snail and fleet of small wooden boats. The latter of which had resurfaced courtesy of deployable flotation devices fastened to either side of their hulls and were now gently rocking against the dock. Planting a hand on her hip, Sephiroth approached the snail and handed him her card. After getting marked, she promptly hopped on-board the first one in line, taking her place behind the water cannon with a smug grin.

The snail moved to the edge of his seat, craning his neck to look back at Sephiroth, while the majority of his foot hovered above a big red button. One that would see the boat released and the ride began.

"Are you ready?"

Sephiroth nodded.

"Always."

With that utterance the button was pressed and the SOLDIER First Class sent off, drifting slowly down the placid canal...

A few minutes later and she had returned, victorious and with stamp card in hand. Getting it marked, she strode forth from the dock and back into the temple proper, eyes peeled for other things she could do.

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay, Mk. V