I'm starting my post now. I hope to have it up tomorrow night.
NoriWasHere
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That was the worst three months of my life. Health is close to normal again. Here's to making the insurance company cry!
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That was the worst three months of my life. Health is close to normal again. Here's to making the insurance company cry!
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"Your copay today is $20,000" How about no.
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Well, the "I am but an ally" to "queer af" pipeline is real.
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I have gone by many names over my life, and the one I go by here is Nori.
I am a non-binary individual who has a love of participating in these stories and creating my own. I am incredibly chronically ill. If my illness flares up too much I may be pulled away.
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"... Are you ready to see something beautiful?" The Child asked.
"Sure,” Cyrus said with a shrug, he had seen death and impossible powers already, “why the hell not,” Cyrus finished as he grabbed the hand of the God Child. He watched in disbelief as a portal appeared behind the creature and revealed something amazing. Cyrus could not readily describe the sight ahead of him, though he knew that what he saw was beautiful. He felt himself get pulled off his feet before the God Child’s hand tugged on his own. Though initially, Cyrus felt a sense of fear at the thought of floating through a portal, a PORTAL, the awe-inspiring sight ahead had a way of fixing that for Cyrus. “Woah,” Cyrus spoke as he passed through the portal and into a realm unknown. His eyes could not help themselves as they scanned the unreal sights that were plentiful to see. His eyes looked downward, “even the fog is beautiful,” he started before his words were cut short by the sight of a tree. Was it a tree? It sure looked like one. Well maybe if that tree had been on steroids for eons, it would fit the description of a one. It stretched high up into the air and it was also thick and wide, and try as he might discern the size it eventually became realized that this “tree” was simply too massive for his comprehension.
“Behold, the Godforce,” The God Child spoke
“Woah,” Cyrus said, once again.
"Ages ago, my predecessors, in the act of ultimate compassion seeded a barren universe and given up parts of themselves so you all may think. May feel. May be able to decide the fates of your own lives. They created the Godforce, the accumulation of all sentient conscious, emotion, thoughts, memories, and personality across the multiverse."
“That’s,” Cyrus paused as he searched for the words that might help explain his emotions at the revelation, his head slowly tilting to the side as he thought, “whack.”
"When someone is born, they borrow a piece of the Godforce that gives them the ability of free will. They will go out and gain memories and experience emotions that are absorbed back into the Spectrum when they finally pass which allows the Godforce to go in size and power... to what you see here today."
"As without the ability to feel, tappear for yourself, to experience memories... you are considered dead...." The Child used some power and made a white...something appeare in their hand, and the God Child presented it to the group. "... The Awakened owe their powers to the Godforce."
Cyrus thought for a second at the information presented, and the information that Britney provided earlier. He thought of the Glutton and what it craved. It felt like he was back in high school all over again, sitting in a chair in the media room of the fieldhouse studying tape on his next opponent. Britney said that the beast craved emotion, adulation even. How would emotion alone sustain something that is supposedly all-powerful? He then thought back to the bodies in the lobby, the memory caused a chill to fall down his spine once again. One with his own hand forced into his chest, while the other looked like it stabbed itself in the throat multiple times with scissors. Why would someone do that to themselves? Why would they throw their life away? Cyrus paused as he thought some more. Something was not adding up in his head. He would have to wai- “no, it can’t be-” Cyrus thought as a possible answer floated into his head.
“The glutton,” Cyrus started, his eyes darting between the specters beneath him and the base of the tree, “it craves the Godforce, doesn't it,” Cyrus asked as he locked his eyes on the face of the God Child. While he tried to keep a straight face, the beauty and impossibility of the scene before him forced a small smile to appear. If he had gone off the deep end, at least he’ll have some fun stories to tell the doc as they try and drag him back.
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"... Are you ready to see something beautiful?" The Child asked.
"Sure,” Cyrus said with a shrug, he had seen death and impossible powers already, “why the hell not,” Cyrus finished as he grabbed the hand of the God Child. He watched in disbelief as a portal appeared behind the creature and revealed something amazing. Cyrus could not readily describe the sight ahead of him, though he knew that what he saw was beautiful. He felt himself get pulled off his feet before the God Child’s hand tugged on his own. Though initially, Cyrus felt a sense of fear at the thought of floating through a portal, a PORTAL, the awe-inspiring sight ahead had a way of fixing that for Cyrus. “Woah,” Cyrus spoke as he passed through the portal and into a realm unknown. His eyes could not help themselves as they scanned the unreal sights that were plentiful to see. His eyes looked downward, “even the fog is beautiful,” he started before his words were cut short by the sight of a tree. Was it a tree? It sure looked like one. Well maybe if that tree had been on steroids for eons, it would fit the description of a one. It stretched high up into the air and it was also thick and wide, and try as he might discern the size it eventually became realized that this “tree” was simply too massive for his comprehension.
“Behold, the Godforce,” The God Child spoke
“Woah,” Cyrus said, once again.
"Ages ago, my predecessors, in the act of ultimate compassion seeded a barren universe and given up parts of themselves so you all may think. May feel. May be able to decide the fates of your own lives. They created the Godforce, the accumulation of all sentient conscious, emotion, thoughts, memories, and personality across the multiverse."
“That’s,” Cyrus paused as he searched for the words that might help explain his emotions at the revelation, his head slowly tilting to the side as he thought, “whack.”
"When someone is born, they borrow a piece of the Godforce that gives them the ability of free will. They will go out and gain memories and experience emotions that are absorbed back into the Spectrum when they finally pass which allows the Godforce to go in size and power... to what you see here today."
"As without the ability to feel, tappear for yourself, to experience memories... you are considered dead...." The Child used some power and made a white...something appeare in their hand, and the God Child presented it to the group. "... The Awakened owe their powers to the Godforce."
Cyrus thought for a second at the information presented, and the information that Britney provided earlier. He thought of the Glutton and what it craved. It felt like he was back in high school all over again, sitting in a chair in the media room of the fieldhouse studying tape on his next opponent. Britney said that the beast craved emotion, adulation even. How would emotion alone sustain something that is supposedly all-powerful? He then thought back to the bodies in the lobby, the memory caused a chill to fall down his spine once again. One with his own hand forced into his chest, while the other looked like it stabbed itself in the throat multiple times with scissors. Why would someone do that to themselves? Why would they throw their life away? Cyrus paused as he thought some more. Something was not adding up in his head. He would have to wai- “no, it can’t be-” Cyrus thought as a possible answer floated into his head.
“The glutton,” Cyrus started, his eyes darting between the specters beneath him and the base of the tree, “it craves the Godforce, doesn't it,” Cyrus asked as he locked his eyes on the face of the God Child. While he tried to keep a straight face, the beauty and impossibility of the scene before him forced a small smile to appear. If he had gone off the deep end, at least he’ll have some fun stories to tell the doc as they try and drag him back.
@Ruler Inc
So far, I am loving it. Great setting, the pace is quick but manageable, and the characters all feel unique. I am having a hard time keeping Cyrus grounded as a newcomer to the situation, but that is on me.
So far, I am loving it. Great setting, the pace is quick but manageable, and the characters all feel unique. I am having a hard time keeping Cyrus grounded as a newcomer to the situation, but that is on me.
@OppositionJ
Actually, I will wait for Delilah's post before I work on my next one, forgot we haven't seen anything from her. I think 2 cycles should be good and we can go from there.
Actually, I will wait for Delilah's post before I work on my next one, forgot we haven't seen anything from her. I think 2 cycles should be good and we can go from there.
@Firecracker_ I would avoid the relationship tab, nothing to see there what-so-ever. I swear..
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Cyrus stood, with his arms crossed, as the group explained everything in great detail, allowing a small smile to creep onto his face as the great weights that had burdened his soul began to fall off. He wasn’t mad, he was an Awakened like the rest of the group. He wasn’t seeing things he had a power. These questions subsided in his mind. Cyrus could not help a growing sense of doubt creep in to fill the void left behind, a sense of doubt directed towards Britney. She had promised to be completely honest in her answers yet she danced around one subject. The people who had beat the Glutton. “Gil-,” Cyrus mentioned under his breath. Who were they, how did they stop the creature, and could they help in their upcoming struggle? He wanted answers. As the others spoke, he awaited any pause that would allow him to slide in and ask his question. Nobody would have the chance to interupt him if he had it his way.
“So, we can’t kill it. Okay. You said something woke it up, right Britney? Then...then we have to make it go back to sleep, right? Do you even know what woke it up?”
“And who are the people of Gil, Bri--” Cyrus started but was almost immediately cut off by a godly voice.
"... You can, actually,"
“What the shit,” Cyrus shouted at the strange voice before he was enveloped in a bright white color. A feeling of weightlessness washed over him as he was teleported to a faraway area. As the teleportation completed, Cyrus swung his hands outward in an attempt to brace himself for a fall that would never happen. Instead, Cyrus quickly realized that he was on a platform that was transparent and the fall into the void below would have to wait another day. Cyrus slowly looked around and noticed the rest of the group was there, yet there was something eerily off about their appearance. They shared some similarities with the platform being transparent as well, yet he could still clearly their appearance and the outline of his bodies. “Weird,” he spoke aloud as he turned his face and he was greeted with the awe-inspiring sight of a godly creature in the center. While not entirely human, with the indistinguishable face yet obviously childlike body, the sight of the creature calmed Cyrus.
“Wh-what,” Kimberly asked.
“What she said,” Cyrus said in response.
"Hello, we never got a chance to meet or properly get acquainted," the being spoke in a childlike voice yet carried with it great power, "I am... The Child, the next One-Above-All. We have much to discuss."
“I kinda liked it when I thought I was going mad, afterall,” Cyrus spoke to no-one in particular as he took in the sight of The Child in front of him. "What are you," Cyrus asked The Child as his eyes danced across the visage of the creature.
St. Mercer Hospital - And beyond
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Cyrus stood, with his arms crossed, as the group explained everything in great detail, allowing a small smile to creep onto his face as the great weights that had burdened his soul began to fall off. He wasn’t mad, he was an Awakened like the rest of the group. He wasn’t seeing things he had a power. These questions subsided in his mind. Cyrus could not help a growing sense of doubt creep in to fill the void left behind, a sense of doubt directed towards Britney. She had promised to be completely honest in her answers yet she danced around one subject. The people who had beat the Glutton. “Gil-,” Cyrus mentioned under his breath. Who were they, how did they stop the creature, and could they help in their upcoming struggle? He wanted answers. As the others spoke, he awaited any pause that would allow him to slide in and ask his question. Nobody would have the chance to interupt him if he had it his way.
“So, we can’t kill it. Okay. You said something woke it up, right Britney? Then...then we have to make it go back to sleep, right? Do you even know what woke it up?”
“And who are the people of Gil, Bri--” Cyrus started but was almost immediately cut off by a godly voice.
"... You can, actually,"
“What the shit,” Cyrus shouted at the strange voice before he was enveloped in a bright white color. A feeling of weightlessness washed over him as he was teleported to a faraway area. As the teleportation completed, Cyrus swung his hands outward in an attempt to brace himself for a fall that would never happen. Instead, Cyrus quickly realized that he was on a platform that was transparent and the fall into the void below would have to wait another day. Cyrus slowly looked around and noticed the rest of the group was there, yet there was something eerily off about their appearance. They shared some similarities with the platform being transparent as well, yet he could still clearly their appearance and the outline of his bodies. “Weird,” he spoke aloud as he turned his face and he was greeted with the awe-inspiring sight of a godly creature in the center. While not entirely human, with the indistinguishable face yet obviously childlike body, the sight of the creature calmed Cyrus.
“Wh-what,” Kimberly asked.
“What she said,” Cyrus said in response.
"Hello, we never got a chance to meet or properly get acquainted," the being spoke in a childlike voice yet carried with it great power, "I am... The Child, the next One-Above-All. We have much to discuss."
“I kinda liked it when I thought I was going mad, afterall,” Cyrus spoke to no-one in particular as he took in the sight of The Child in front of him. "What are you," Cyrus asked The Child as his eyes danced across the visage of the creature.
@AdobeFlash
I remember the grind of school and I can relate all too well with the struggle it brought to writing. *sends over creative energy to help Spirit Bomb style*
I remember the grind of school and I can relate all too well with the struggle it brought to writing. *sends over creative energy to help Spirit Bomb style*
@Ruler IncI have been hit with a serious case of the writers' block, I think I might as well wait for your post and then springboard off that.
EDIT:@Ruler Inc writer's block cured, much obliged.
EDIT:@Ruler Inc writer's block cured, much obliged.
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