Squid: Squid chomps his mouthstones together, chest heaving as he reaches up with a barely recognizable hand to touch his face. The mask slowly melts away from his flesh, as the rest of his body follows suit and eventually leaves behind a normal looking Squid with the mask in now normal hand..hghhh..
Dūrus: SIghs, peepers turning momentarily scarlet, his form flashing with electricity and screams, dripping with deep reddish-black human syrup, physically grabs ahold of Lucitius, Falbahaddon, Malcom and Avectus Stop it. Now.
(is it to late to join?)
(Nope! Character chat is always open to all!)
Wren: Laughs at Death, probably the first to do it in front of him, melts through his grasp and reforms outside it I don't foolow the rules of this universe. I'm not even from here, Death. You can't even keep a hold of me, much less kill me.
(yay, I don't think you've met Maia yet.)
(Nope, I haven't! Just make sure she avoids Goldergon. And Avectus. And Falbahaddon. And Lucitius. And Malcolm. All of them will kill her immediately. Basically, stay near Wren, Iris, Squid and Dūrus. I'm sure Wren will definitely help her.)
(sweet.)
Maia: Um….. hi?
Wren: Immediately turns attention to Maia howdy, partner! Are you here on purpose? If so, I would highly advise you to leave immediately, because we have many homicidal maniacs here. Plus Death himself. And a living… rainbow? I don't even know. We also have a cannibalistic Cthulu monster on our side. At least Goldergon is Death's apprentice. And Death is at least neutral. So that helps. If you don't want to leave, I could literally morph into a suit of armor capable of withstanding the force of a timey-wimey space-gobbler.
Maia: oh. I don't think I came here on purpose, and I don't think I want to leave, You also don't need to be a suit of armor 'cos any injury that is not fatal will just heal thru a very painful process.
Lucitius: Laughs, petting the electricity arcing off of Dūrus. I follow chaos, and chaos follows me. I long ago accepted this. Teleports away, blue electricity crawling all over his body. Do you not enjoy their caresses?
Falbahaddon: Melts into a pile of foul smelling goo, then reforms. I could have turned into fog and completely avoided that, but why? Snickers.
Avectus: Seems to fade away, reappearing next to the hand that had held him. My master knows many things. You are all weak. Join us and see your true potential.
Malcolm: Groaning angrily. Fucking let me go already. I haven’t even pulled a rooty tooty point-n-shooty out yet!
On’nyosh: Sarcastically, This is fun. That creepy fuck is still here. Turns to Maia. Hi newcomer.
Goldergon: Silently watching everything like a wolf stalking prey.
Dūrus: SIghs, freezes time momentarily, throwing Falbahddon and Avectus into a void, timing it so that they crash into another world Those two… needed… to go…
Lucitius: Shrugs. Eldritch zealots such as Avectus are indeed unwelcome.
On’nyosh: Raised eyebrow. You’re fucking wonky-donky.
Lucitius: Snorts. I am both sane and insane. high-res hallucination is relative, jester.
On’nyosh: Whatever. You keep going with your confusing thoughts.
Malcolm: Impatient sigh. Can you let me go already?
Goldergon: Still watching.
Wren: Oh, that's cool! I can't even be hurt by anything of this high-res hallucination. I'm not even natural to this plane of existence, even. I exist mostly on the Ethereal/Immortal Planes. What you see here is just a fragment of me. Also, Malolm, noone likes you. I most definitely remember you.
Malcolm: Fuck you, Wren.
Lucitius: Laughs.
Dūrus: Laughs, tightens his grip on Malcolm The Changeling… has a point…
Malcolm: Grimaces, then spits on Dūrus. And everyone back home was so afraid of you. You’re fucking pathetic!
Lucitius: Hums. Bad move.
On’nyosh: Well, I think Sir Stumped-Metal is about to get what he deserves. Maybe. Shrugs.
Iris: howdy, partner, Wren! Long time no see.
Dūrus: Grimaces, then snarls. Malcolm seems to fold and collapse, turning quickly from living to nothing. You… made… a happy little accident…
Wren: Startled Well that was terrifying. We've already lost three, and it hasn't even been very long.
(Well, the first kill of the day is Malcolm. Lmao! Not including two others getting thrown into a void, lol!)
Lucitius: Intrigued by the sight.
On’nyosh: Stumped-Metal indeed. Laughs.
Goldergon: Watching Dūrus in fascination, then goes back to eyeing the other two like prey.
(They'll probably be back, right? I mean… they can't be gods and be able to be defeated that easy, unless Dūrus is that OP, which he probably is, being Death… nevermind, it makes sense.)
Wren: Hey, Lucitius! What's up?
(Well, Malcolm and Avectus aren’t gods, so yeah, gone, lol. Falbahaddon is, but he’s in one of the lesser tiers, so he’s probably gone. Grey area there, I don’t know)
Lucitius: Greetings. Only the usual, high-res hallucination fighting against high-res hallucination. Chaos is brilliant in its ways.
(Ah… sorry? I think?)
Dūrus: Back to normal Yes… it really is… isn't it…
(You’re good. I find it absolutely hysterical honestly. Chaos reigns!)
Lucitius: Grins. Indeed. There is such beauty in chaos. He rubs a thick strand of electricity, as if it were a pet.
(Yeah. I'm pretty sure Dūrus is capable of using literally any deities powers.)
Dūrus: Grabs the arc, examining it Interesting… this arc… is alive…
Lucitius: They are all alive. On me, in storms, in the air. They have been allies of mine for generations. Caressing another thick strand as it coiled around his fingers.
(Just fyi, when Lucitius says ‘ally’, he means ‘friend’. It’s because of his birth language, it combines the two words)
Maia: ohhhhh. reaches out to touch one
Dūrus: Doesn't try to stop her I… would like… to know… who gave you… your sanity… Lucitius…