forum Death has come for you... (A character chat for Death and some others. Join with whoever you want to, make sure they can handle it though!.)

Started November 14, 2021 by Deleted user

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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: Hello, Wren! Long time no see.

Dūrus: Grimaces, then snarls. Malcolm seems to fold and collapse, turning quickly from living to nothing. You… made… a mistake…

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, reality fighting against reality. 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…

Maia: pokes strand hello…

Lucitius: Watches Maia but speaks to Dūrus. An archangel named Radiant. Though, madness shall always follow me, whether I wish it or not. ‘Tis ingrained within mine bloodline, the nature of mine being.

Dūrus: Now humanoid, speaking physically Well. I've heard of Radiant. Although, I'm sure there was another true deity involved, was there not?

Lucitius: I cannot recall their name at the moment, yet aye.

On’nyosh: So, technically this god did it?

Lucitius: Rolls his eyes at On’nyosh. Radiant began the process. The deity completed it.

Goldergon: Had moved slightly, but remained silent

Dūrus: Something to do with Quiet, yes? And Goldergon, come here. I need your opinion on this situation.

Maia: playing with strand, wrapping and unwrapping it around her finger.

Dūrus: Hey, Maia. Don't mess with the arcs. They are very capable of killing you. More so if I'm around. The possibility of someone dying is increased by a lot when I'm near.

Maia: Ok. lets the arc go and got to a different one instead. proceeds to play with it

Dūrus: Sighs, chuckles Okay, Maia.

Iris: Runs a hand along a single arc, the colors changing as her hand touches it, going from electric blue to rose red to forest green and neon pink