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Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Here's a rough description of the original guardians. Keep in mind, Anora is different from them in that she is able to generate her own energies. The original guardians derived all of their power completely from Pahn. Her abilities are simply amplified as her magic was given a form to follow right from the start along with a connection to someone whom can easily enhance her with their own stores of power (Pahn). In my universe concept, many people go their whole lives without utilizing magic, let alone on the scale that Anora does with ease. Her 'protective' instincts come from her still filling the form of an old guardian. These instincts will fade as her power becomes more of her own design.

Guardians: Created in the second age as vessels to receive pahn's unused power during his 'eternal slumber'. Their individual forms of being allowed his power to take many unique forms when utilized. Four had survived by the end of the second age. Their sole duties were as follows. They were bound by contract to follow them. This contract is how they obtained their powers from Pahn.
-Guard Mount Othrys. Pahn's resting place.
-Keep Earth safe/clear from large-scale threats.
-Maintain order for any developing society as a whole.

Descendant Guardians: Numerous guardians had children. These offspring were often born with the trait to use their own magic in result of exposure to Pahn's energy. They were born with the instincts to follow all rules instilled in the guardians before them, but not bound by contract. Though weak at first, many of these individuals grew to have considerable strength. Due to magics slow development, and the cataclysm of the third age, next-to-none have survived to our present day.

Titans:Two guardians named as Gaia and Uranus had sixteen children, each with their own abilities to use magic. Twelve were offered to Pahn under a separate contract to maintain relations and peace in outer-space. They were given the title of 'titan'. These titans inevitably had children of their own, thus creating the gods of greek mythology as we know them. Unbound by contract and law.
Four children were imprisoned, or somehow tied, to a place known as Tartarus by their parents before being forgotten entirely deep within it's holdings.

I understood all of that about her power, though, I do appreciate the reiteration.

What I should have asked is this: If Anora, or at least, the faculties behind Anora's powers, were at a god-like level, what would they be like? How would an ultra-powerful form of Anora's abilities look? What would it's general image be shown as? I have a few ideas, but I just don't want to write anything that makes you think 'that's wrong' or 'that could be definitely be different'. I'm guessing you won't mind what I go with, but if you have a general set of rules like 'it can't be this shape or move in that way', then I'd like to hear them. Otherwise, I'll just go with what I already have.

Obviously you're meant to develop Anora's strengths as you go. This is a past form of her powers that have no effect on how she actually uses them now when they've been more fleshed out.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

So I'm thinking that some of the guardians were still super powerful like titans and gods during the time of Olympus. Two or so of these strong guardians acted as personal escorts to Pahn, watching over him and his lands after waking from the first slumber. I'm thinking the abilities of your character originate from an 'escort', whom was later killed during a hunt for Prephlin. I have a rough backstory for this guardian, and I'm thinking your character looks exactly like her, but that doesn't mean your character acts anything like she did. How does all of that sound?

Also, I was curious about your characters abilities. I'm just wondering what kind of themes or concepts are behind it. Anything in particular? I know you had cool eagle in your one post. I wanted to know simply because I'd like a more fleshed-out set of abilities to occasionally toss out there during flashbacks and stuff.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

"Pizza, nhn, pizza dance.." In response to Anora's rhetorical question, Pahn would have quietly bantered a tune of nearly nonsensical substance. He did this as if it were the natural action, closing his eyes whilst circulating his movements from one direction towards the other.

When Anora continued her questions, Pahn answered in due form. His readiness to reply was certainly faster than before. He holds the comparable pace of an average man at this point, perhaps, unhindered by questions against past form.

"You're 'maybe' connected to Themis. But, that's only if you're holding my third guardians powers.-" Pahn would firstly state, consuming a steaming bite of pizza before continuing his words. "-And, yeah, of course they existed. I needed someone to run the intergalactic trade routes me and Greed had established. We were selling and buying too much for me to totally trust him with running the show beyond Earth's atmosphere."All words were spoken as if the questions leading up to their birth had practically no reason to be asked. Nonetheless, they were answered in softer tones.

Pahn yet raises a finger as if there's one further thing to mention during his devouring of another sauce-caked slice. "That bastard still shorted me half our intake! Your people would have done better if I could've spared the same ivory-forged weapons we provided the gods of Olympus... Sometimes I actually miss that old mountain." Pahn sighs longingly, those eyes gazing with a faint twinkle of nostalgic remembrance upon briefly losing themselves within the flickering candle between him and Anora.

*Ding-Ding!* Another customer enters, as they often do. Yet upon that same customers entrance, the young businessman who'd been standing rather suddenly sat back down.

This latest guest is a woman, a regal woman wearing a rather close-fitting red dress in complimenting voluptuous curves. Her black hair was tied tightly in a bun, one shimmering silver brooch caked in massive blue gems endowing it's surface with a particular shine. Her vibrant green eyes, the most vibrant to be witnessed yet, danced over the people in this room now visited by her vast charisma. Upon fully analyzing the crowd before her she raises one pale hand, flicking it towards the entrance in some absent form of a command to 'shoo'. With this, everyone but the green-eyed five stand and depart without another word.

She couldn't be older then forty, though, it doesn't also mean she couldn't be younger than twenty five. Her eastern-European features had an ageless quality by them, those refractive crimson lips and high cheek-bones telling of words to be whispered only to those in power.

Her high-heels smack with strength against our padded ground below. She walks with oozing confidence towards Pahn and Anora. The four seated strangers nearby have yet to move, as if nothing has changed around them. The only new traits here would be the lack of customers, and a newfound silence in the air.

One seat is grasped by the red woman. All exertions are overly enunciated, her back and rear arching outwards in obviously flirtatious gestures. She slowly pulls the chair to our pairs table, allowing Anora to finish her words should she have spoken during or while all aforementioned events transpire.

"Please, don't allow me to interrupt." She would say during her motion to sit, her voice cool yet callous as a lake coated in thin ice; one may gaze at it's beautiful surface, yet a single step upon it may spell utter demise. Her posture is likewise, well-mannered but somehow tense.

Pahn, still unperturbed by all which occurs around him, continues to dance and eat his now half-finished cheese pizza. With the red woman's words, he would even encourage Anora to continue asking questions by half-choreographed gestures. This shows he not only registered everything going on, but hardly cared about what it is that could possibly be transpiring directly next to him.

The man Anora has associated with is nothing if lacking in some profoundly aloof factor.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Yeah I haven't seen Sinbad in ages. I loved it when I did see it though.

Also, sorry. I wont be able to write a post tonight. I'm just too tired.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Pahn remains unattached to Anora's words, allowing every confused syllable to flow over him in ways liken to a weak wave crashing against an unchanging shore. He was now holding pizza, precious pizza. This is all that matters. He may have been poisoned via this same delicacy earlier, yet, he cared not.

Upon taking his first bite, Pahn would liven in some slight ways. His body would vaguely begin to sway and move by forms natural to many other humans. He would sigh in relief and blink in exasperation, displays of emotion previously foreign to that callous stare of fatigue he held for many long moments. Pizza had apparently begun it's process of revival.

"I'm not trying to confuse you. In many ways, Modern Earth is a result of my actions.-" Pahn would say without any initial query from Anora. His tone boasts a remarkably quickened pace and a less aloof nature. He paused only to take one quick bite of his pizza, which would push him further into whatever ecstasy he presently found himself in. "-To better explain. Yes, your 'vision' likely involves me to some large extent. But, I'm not forcing any of it on you."

Pahn now performs several odd actions. Firstly, his free hand raises into the open air whilst his shoulders and hips begin to gyrate in motions liken to casual dance. Either eye closes while he reaches the end of his first slice of pizza, continuing to 'dance' as he lifts another slice from the platter before him. His free right hand performs a movement similar to what some would call 'wax-on wax-off', spinning clockwise for a time before moving counter clockwise to an unheard rhythm. Dino, upon witnessing this entirely queer reaction to food, clasps his hands excitedly over a grease-speckled apron. He then silently nods towards Anora by her reply. At that, he departs happily for his kitchen. One may guess that Pahn had some skill in dance by his tame outburst.

"But, if you're connected to the titan I'm suspecting, then-..." Should Anora remain relatively silent at the event before her, Pahn would continue to speak. Of course, this wasn't before he took a bite half way. "..- I can guess you're seeing the inner-most chamber of my dwelling. Most people call it Olympus these days. I always preferred Mount Othrys, but, that was before they kept building shit on top of it." He probably sounds like a younger man having his lunch with a friend during work, speaking casually and without restraint.

One of our four remaining patrons makes a slow motion to stand from his seat during Pahn's performance. He's a a young man dressed in formal attire. His pale hands slowly slip through side-swept locks of black hair that shimmer like silk against a mid-afternoon sun. Afterwards, his arms lace themselves over an obviously muscular chest, the buttons of that black and grey pinstripe suit now being undone by well-directed fingers. Upon finishing said task, he removes one well-stitched jacket to fully reveal a light-grey shirt and dark green tie. He undoes his tie, tossing it with callous disdain upon the table before him.

None of this would be particularly strange. A young businessman removing his more expensive clothing articles before eating Italian cuisine. He also glances towards Pahn and Anora. This isn't odd either, people often steal a look at those not one table from where they stand. What is odd, is that the other three green-eyed patrons would glance towards our pair at the exact same moment. Stranger still, the man would remain standing during Anora's future response to all the aforementioned events of this post. He wouldn't stare whilst standing, he would simply sigh and fidget casually with his clothing as if he were awaiting someone's arrival.

None of this would disturb Pahn, in fact, he looks like he hasn't noticed a thing in this restaurant past Anora, Dino, and the pizza before him. But, it's not like anything's gonna happen. People have to stand for plenty of reasons, maybe the lad has a bad knee?

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

During the time of the aforementioned five's entrance, Pahn would remain apathetic. His gaze slowly meanders between Anora and the many faculties of their table. Candles, the checkerboard tablecloth, their silverware, and the untouched bread sticks between them all retaining an equal amount of interest as any word our young woman may have muttered forth. He still remains nearly entirely without any movement.

"No." Pahn would eventually respond only after the long wait between Anora's first question, and her request to depart early. Pahn didn't seem to care if this confused the girl or not. To him, he'd answered her questions. It was at this exact time that Dino would arrive, assuming to place food between them.

"Here you are!" Pahns medium pizza was glimmering with grease and perfectly tanned cheeses, slight veins of steaming red tomato sauce bursting between the crust and lone dairy topping. Anora's large Lasagna serving smelled of a slight mix in varied spices and well-boiled pasta, nearly dissolving to the bite. This, in conjunction with the already present atmosphere of well-prepared food, would create a practically instant mouth-watering sensation for those exposed.

"Now, why the long faces? We should be happy! Might some wine help?" Dino had not gone without noticing the overall taxed/confused atmosphere surrounding the pair before him. Without missing a beat on this assumed date, he readily offered a beverage to break the bough of conversation.

When served his food, Pahn would sit up to stare complacently down at his meal. He removes a single slice with well-trained motion before recognizing Dino's presence. This might appear rude to most, though, Dino hardly minds the younger-looking mans initial lack of speech. If anything, the old chef appears excited to witness Pahn test more of his pizza.

During this interaction, one of our suspicious five newcomers stands to walk towards the bathroom relatively near where Pahn and Anora sit. This caucasian woman, looking to be aged between thirty and forty, chose to wear black-leathery boots, classic dark jeans, and a black turtle-neck sweater to compliment her lightly bouncing brown curls of hair. Her mild features point briefly in our protagonists direction, her vibrant green eyes leaving as quickly as they had settled. She would enter the bathroom without any complications or obvious motions of suspicion, just an atypical stride of someone needing to ease natures call.

The only relation between these five, should one have the necessary eyesight and paranoia to continually observe them, would be their bright green eyes. Perhaps this could be suspicious, but people often have similar eye color, that's not weird, right?

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

So sorry about vanishing again! I'll have my post up within a day. All of the family get togethers kept me from the internet as I hope you understand. It's all passed now though so I get to chill and write as usual ;P. I'll send you another PM about stuff soon.

I'm glad you're excited about Medusa! She's going to play a big part in whats to come.

Also, nice Sinbad profile gif. Loved that movie.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Pahn sinks deeper into his seat, that slight sensation of fatigue now fully covering him. He listens as Anora speaks, never blinking nor wavering into another emotion. This would appear unnatural compared to interaction with most other living humans. People express their thoughts, whether they be understood or not, in practically every way at all times. Someone else would have shifted, reacted, sighed, looked elsewhere, or committed to practically anything other than remaining inside a look of tired analysis whilst taking in another persons words. He was a breathing statue being spoken to by an energetic young woman.

"It does sound stupid.-" Pahn would say without any notions of hostility, the frankness of his tone still present as always. "-Your mind gave you an image, there's no reason to be apologetic before speaking on a subject." It was Anora's need to be cautious with her words, her sensation of being embarrassed by what it is she feels, that our celestial had called 'stupid'. What she had spoken about wasn't the thing he thought to be at all idiotic, it was her anxiety that made itself present before anyone else had revealed an issue with conversation context.

"Regardless, I've been in many places resembling your description." Pahn would quickly recant as his final answer, caring not how this may derail Anora's thoughts. He may have a soft voice, but there was certainly the unhindered tongue of a confident man behind each sentence. There was no reason for Pahn to hold back, in his mind this would only breed a truer confusion then whatever may already be present.

*Ding-ding!* The bell to Dino's establishment rings as it typically does when another customer enters. On this occasion, it was a set of five faces whom stepped atop said premises. These pedestrians were dressed as any other might be, some outfits more striking than their counterparts. What may have rung outwardly as odd, was how each individual asked to be seated separately though they had obviously entered as a group. Nevertheless, they were men and woman like anyone else, each being eventually provided their own table as an average customer may be.

--------------------Somewhere in Earth's Southern Hemisphere--------------------

The scaled gorgon whom held Anora captive earlier today spared no expense in escaping conflict to reach her homeland. She had witnessed something spectacular, and her sister needed to know of what it meant. Not a moment was wasted as she scaled fauna-caked towers. Her jade skin-suit bends and flexes with each bound through the darkness. Massive green leafs flutter and snap against the pressure generated by her supernatural speed, tropical ecosystems doing nothing to hide a deep trail left in her blistering wake.

She inevitably lands at the peak of her predestined location, one small room holding a being of vast combative prowess. This beings back is to her sister, the gorgon whom traveled so far to shed light on an everlasting conflict. Limestone blocks surround them here, not one furnishing made present to comfort whomever may dwell in this ill-lit domicile.

"Dear sister. He's still alive, as you had feared." That familiar feminine figure kneels before her sibling, a sign of respect towards someone possessing greater power than herself.
"I do not fear this life. Though, I do suspect that man as a true immortal." An immaculate woman standing near her moonlit window turns to face the kneeling girl behind her.
"Th-this is not all. He's been given the jade crux by Nuhn-Ket. There's already a test in place to observe it's earliest results." The younger gorgon shudders in anger as her sister speaks highly of another being. 'My beautiful sister is meant to be the strongest, the highest of all beings!!' Or so she inwardly thought.
"Good, young sister. Come directly to me when you're better informed." The glowing woman turns back towards her window, crossing either humanoid arm over he voluptuous chest as she previously had been before our young informants arrival.
"Yes, Medusa!" The young gorgon would say before vanishing back into the night. Again, she would waste no time in traveling towards a destination she thought would better her adored sister by any means possible.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

NAME: ???
NICKNAME/TITLE: The Gray Man
SPECIES: ???
GENDER: Male?
HEIGHT: 5' 11"
BUILD: Skinny - Tone
PICTURE:


DESCRIPTION: Apprentice to Prephlin and somehow tied deeply to Pahns past. His mysterious presence was the first to usher chaos into Anora's world. His motives are told to be stealing an item capable of 'breaking Earth'. His name is unknown, yet, his vast power was acknowledged upon combating Pahn.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Thanks! And I understand, the holidays are usually crazy for all of us.
Happy early Christmas to you as well! I hope this season has been treating you with good tidings! ;D