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Erisbili was in a fine mood; he rarely received compliments and praises from the other deities. And Dormammus of all Gods had just complimented his abilities and powers, even stating how The Outsider managed to "best" him in certain areas of magic. This pleased The Outsider to the point where he momentarily forgot about The Serpent's minions' insolent behavior towards him. Erisbili even considered for a brief second of acting humble and returning the compliment to the God of Sorcery before a small whisper in his head stopped him from committing such atrocity. Yes, this was all immensely pleasing to The Laughing God. However, the last word spoken from the Great Conjurer ruined his train of warm thoughts. The Stranger's smile froze on his face as his eyes flashed into a pale golden color.

"Mischief...?"

The air was silent about Lord Madness now. His usual cacophony of noise gone like it never existed before. As if the lone candle in the dark room had been blown out by a cold gust of wind. The Stranger's voice tone changed to that of a deep, vibrating one. His cloak shook and trembled at every word, his once lush and comfortable chair was now resembling more of an empty pit of spiraling nothingness. Master of Illusions sat up straight and stared straight into Dormammus' eyes, as if he believed madness could be spread infectiously through mere eye contact. It was all too clear he was greatly offended. An empty sound of a clanging chalice dropped from his hand was all that decorated that background of his voice now.

"Now," he chuckled deeply, without a hint of amusement. "that's funny. Conjurer." He dragged out the last word, making it sound like a screeching noise of a hell-spawn.
"You dare think... that..." The Stranger contracted his body, like a coiled snake getting ready to spring out at its prey.

"MADNESS IS SOME MISCHIEF!"


His voice rang across the room. It was not a scream, nor a shriek, nor a cry. It was madness incarnate. Madness that came from rage and anger. Of disgust and hate. The most fiery kind of all. The Outsider loved all forms of madness. And this particular one was one of his favorites. He thundered. He shook. He trembled. Insanity consumed him and his mind. His voice. His actions. His fate. His existence.
@Tangletail btw what would happen if Erisbili tries to pet Sombra?

@ShyDot
Madness. Exhilarating, captivating, imprisoning, destructive, seductive but in the end... existing. Gtyaebyklung Myulythcba Aebvn Iepkpicnt Iiliilktve swirled around in his cloak, floating in chaotic ways within the ball of cloak he had made around himself. Using the quality of the said cloak, he was attempting to mimic the infinite depths of the ocean, a place he enjoyed frequenting as staring into the deep abyss brought him delectable feelings of dread and fear. Enough to drive any man insane. Absolutely gorgeous. No wonder why the Sea-Fiend wasn't interested in anything outside his watery domain.

The Stranger swirled around, attempting to upright himself from an upside down position. He cackled madly as he rediscovered that it didn't matter whether or not he was upside down. In a world so bent and warped, the idea of upright was more of a joke than anything else. To some perhaps, it is an ideal or even an ideology. A concept which can provide stability and safety. Laws and order. Light and dark. Black and white. Such preposterous thoughts. 'Ridiculous.'

The Outsider had noticed his ball of cloak had disbanded and began to flail around madly like some freshly dismembered tentacles of a sea monster. It was displaying all colors of the rainbow, and then some in rapid succession. It was a sight enough to drive any mortal mad just through the sheer amount of visual information shown. 'Funny.' The Laughing God thought. 'I never ordered it to do tha...' He didn't finish his current thoughts before another voice penetrated through his consciousness.

'You are displeased'.
'So it seems.' The Outsider sighed.
'Long has been 500 years. Too long for beings such as The Man Between Reality. The Silence has been... suffocating.'
'And yet you forget.' The Stranger raised a finger in a chastising manner. 'Eternity is longer still. Tell me not we weren't at least entertained during our wait.'
'...'

The voice disappeared within Lord Madness' head. He waited a minute for it to comeback, knowing full well it wasn't going to. It didn't like it when Erisbili made a counterpoint to whatever it was saying. He made another attempt to scratch at the back of his mind, trying to goad it back out. Instead he got something else. A message. His cloak immediately calmed down as he returned to his most neutral state; appearing as a generic man clad in black flowing cloth. The room that was his personal space lit up in pale light as an infinitely large sky stretched on over his head as just as an endless floor made of a single piece of mirror ruled the ground beneath his feet. Lord of Illusions lifted up his head to see an angel before him. He realized whatever he found in the back of his mind was actually just the voice coming from the being infront of him. He sighed and scratched his head as he smiled coldly at his visitor, his eyes flashing purple.

"Erisbili, Lord Madness, Master of Illusions, Architect of Madness, among many other titles." This one was a polite one. The Master of the Impossible was rather pleased and his eyes flashed and changed into a deep green hue.
"You have been summoned, my lord." Erisbili was rarely treated so well by other deities. Then again, angelics were far beneath him. In power and influence. And madness. Especially madness. The Outsider gave a deep evil laugh as he were some scheming demon of hell who was just hatching his most nefarious plans. 'WAIT.' He thought to himself. 'That's Kulorerstus' job!' His laughter turned into one that was almost that of a giggle.

"So be it." The Stranger used one of his many voices to communicate to the angel before him, making sure his other ones were still laughing at the stupid joke he made to himself. One of many perks of having so many different voices to speak for him for sure. He disintegrated just into his fabric self, using this form to fly away rapidly to his new destination. The Outsider almost looked like some demented manta ray as he sliced through the air in a strange yet graceful way.




Mad cackle filled the meeting room as Lord Madness descended unto his throne. Or at least where his throne will now be. As he descended and formed back into his human form, his cloak began to form into the throne design he wished to sit in for the day. Lord of the Impossible desired to sit in a deep, cushioned and infinitely comfortable chair that appeared to be consuming himself. His cloak made it so. He cackled madly as he sank into his throne, imagining himself falling deeper into madness as if such a feat was possible.

Near The Outsider himself, mad sounds came from within. A cackle, a cry, a scream... thousands and millions of them, forming a mad cacophony. But this was no ordinary cacophony. It was a pervasive, uncomfortable sound that penetrated into the mind deep. In all honesty, this aura of noise combined with a natural sense of antagonistic feeling to madness was what made The Stranger so unpopular among the other deities. He was actually a rather pleasant being; or so he thought to himself. Conveniently however, his throne was situated next to one of his favorite fellow deity, Del Sombra. She had already graced herself with her presence to the meeting but seemed to be distracted with her usual activity of watching a mortal. No matter.

However, next to Del Sombra was Nahash, The Serpent. The Outsider's smile grew even keener and colder as his eyes flashed bright pink. He was no fan of The Serpent. Her obsessive and selfish domain of the mind was haughty enough. Such wonderful domain should be shared, exploited, tasted. Yet the slithering Goddess had never offered The Laughing God any sort of shared venture in such regards, which displeased him greatly. Looking at her, sitting in her silky throne, The Stranger consciously made his throne even softer, as if he was trying compete with her in some sort of "who has the most comfortable throne" competition like a sassy child. He chuckled in a high pitch tone as he teared his gaze away from The Serpent to gaze upon the rest of the Gods as well as the table before him. He licked his lips as he ordered a corner of his cloak to bring forth to him a chalice of nectar. Taking the chalice in his hand, The Stranger proceeded to pour its contents into his cloak.

Delete please, accidentally posted reply. My apologies.
This is probably EXACTLY how Erisbili (The Outsider) will probably crash the first meeting.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5K3E5tLoado

JK. But mayb.
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(Still under editing obviously)

Erisbili, Lord Madness


Alright here is my rough draft for now. I realize I am missing a few things (like all the relationship with other Gods, a picture of him, etc) and I will probably need to work out the relationships with other Gods here in OOC but... here it is for now.


@Tangletail

Hmm... alright. I'll roll with Erisbili for now.
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She is not that simple :P But if you want Erisbili, then sure.


Laughing man I think in latin is "Ridentem". You know what, I don't get to decide this name, Del Sombra does. I'll roll with whatever you choose to give me. The Man Between Reality can be a title though.
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