08-28-2020, 07:58 PM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00767676', endColorstr='#cc4c4c4c',GradientType=0 );}.carnage_message{position:relative;z-index:10;width:400px;background:rgba(76,76,76,0.8);text-align:justify;padding:15px;color:#CCDDE6;}.carnage_quote{position:relative;z-index:15;text-align:center;top:-20px;font:18px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}.carnage_name{position:relative;z-index:15;padding-top:10px;text-align:center;font:28px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}</style><center><div class="carnage_container"><img src="https://i.postimg.cc/85yyTfqG/can-rage.jpg"><div class="carnage_gradient"></div><div class="carnage_message"><p class="carnage_quote">lord, I fashion dark gods too;</p>
Hungry, the door – the mouth – feasts. It takes the abstract – their memories, their emotions, their voice. It takes the physical – their traits, their color, their skin. But then they are through, for better or worse, and through their eyes, the dark god beholds the world.
It is strange, and terrible, and he is repulsed and intrigued all at once. Just as the afterlife is a step removed from Beqanna, here again is a world further removed, further distorted. The colors of it are wrong – they hurt the eye in a way he cannot quite understand. Things around them are stretched or shrunken, never the right size.
And then, the buzzing stops.
He waits – they all wait – for something to happen, for the world to explain itself. For that’s what should happen next, is it not?
But like all things in this awful place, logic, too, is distorted.
Instead there is nothing for what seems like an eternity.
And then there is noise again – a chirp, almost birdlike. Answered by another call, some distance away.
The things – these <i>others</i> - appear as if blinked into existence, and the dark god realizes, a bit too late, that they had been there all along. Camouflaged or invisible or – or what? He tries to fixate on them, but he can’t, there’s only a glimpse, a twisted limb, a mouth.
They look different from each set of eyes he tries – or, what glimpses he can get - and he gives up on the logic and focuses on their motive.
They’re fast, the creatures.
Carnage doesn’t realize one has drawn blood on them until it’s gone again, seen and not seen. A noise cracks the air – a bone, breaking – and this seems to excite the creatures more, they move upon his acolytes, and there’s more blood, more breaking.
<i>Hungry</i>.
He’d sent them to a massacre, it seems.
He should cut his losses, do what he can to patch the hole, move on. He’s seen this world and the things it holds. What are a handful of lives?
But losing all of them would be a shame. He had not meant to lose all of them. A few, sure, but not all.
And so perhaps it is his pride that leads to what happens next. He reaches. From his place on the Beach, he stretches his powers through the afterlife, to that damned cliff, through the tear. He reaches for them.
Sweat breaks out over his body at the effort – his magic was not meant to extend through worlds, not without his physical body – and he feels the world gnawing at his edges, hungry for him, too. He grabs at their bodies – he isn’t sure any of them are still alive – and <i>pulls</i>.
There is a screech of dismay from the creatures, a unified sort of cry, but he can’t pay attention to them, he has to focus on pulling them back. Salvaging what he can.
He looks back, once. The hole is closed, or, it seems to be. Good enough.
He dumps them back into their bodies on the beach, breathing heavily. He feels weak in a way that he has not felt since he vomited forth Pangea, when his magic was sick, malfunctioning. He brings them back to life, enough to see them breathing, and then moves on to the next. He is suddenly quite tired.
NOTES:
- HEADS UP: Please go back to your post from Round III and make an OOC note to clarify what the “door” took from you! I was able to glean it from most posts, but not all. This may or may not influence the final post. Sorry for not clarifying sooner!
- The weirdo world was quiet…until these things/creatures/others attacked. You can leave their description vague, or have them appear as whatever monster you want to describe – in this world, they appear differently to everyone, which is why Carnage could never get a read on them.
- The creatures attack you. You can fight back, but you still don’t have any of your power, and eventually succumb and are probably partially eaten.
- Carnage yanks you back into your Beqanna body and brings you back to life, although not peak health. You’re still weak, and any traits will return slowly (meaning you don’t have them immediately upon waking, you can bring them back whenever after the quest).
- Whatever the door/mouth took from you is still there. It can be permanent, or slowly restored/corrected IC over time.
- Replies are due by <b>Friday, September 4th at or before 11:59 PM CST</b>. If you need to withdraw, message me. Failure to reply without officially withdrawing will result in elimination or a defect.
- This is the final round, yay!
- Also uhhh fair warning I didn't proof this and I'm sleep deprived so if it doesn't make any sense feel free to ask questions!!
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00767676', endColorstr='#cc4c4c4c',GradientType=0 );}.carnage_message{position:relative;z-index:10;width:400px;background:rgba(76,76,76,0.8);text-align:justify;padding:15px;color:#CCDDE6;}.carnage_quote{position:relative;z-index:15;text-align:center;top:-20px;font:18px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}.carnage_name{position:relative;z-index:15;padding-top:10px;text-align:center;font:28px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}</style><center><div class="carnage_container"><img src="https://i.postimg.cc/85yyTfqG/can-rage.jpg"><div class="carnage_gradient"></div><div class="carnage_message"><p class="carnage_quote">lord, I fashion dark gods too;</p>Hungry, the door – the mouth – feasts. It takes the abstract – their memories, their emotions, their voice. It takes the physical – their traits, their color, their skin. But then they are through, for better or worse, and through their eyes, the dark god beholds the world.
It is strange, and terrible, and he is repulsed and intrigued all at once. Just as the afterlife is a step removed from Beqanna, here again is a world further removed, further distorted. The colors of it are wrong – they hurt the eye in a way he cannot quite understand. Things around them are stretched or shrunken, never the right size.
And then, the buzzing stops.
He waits – they all wait – for something to happen, for the world to explain itself. For that’s what should happen next, is it not?
But like all things in this awful place, logic, too, is distorted.
Instead there is nothing for what seems like an eternity.
And then there is noise again – a chirp, almost birdlike. Answered by another call, some distance away.
The things – these <i>others</i> - appear as if blinked into existence, and the dark god realizes, a bit too late, that they had been there all along. Camouflaged or invisible or – or what? He tries to fixate on them, but he can’t, there’s only a glimpse, a twisted limb, a mouth.
They look different from each set of eyes he tries – or, what glimpses he can get - and he gives up on the logic and focuses on their motive.
They’re fast, the creatures.
Carnage doesn’t realize one has drawn blood on them until it’s gone again, seen and not seen. A noise cracks the air – a bone, breaking – and this seems to excite the creatures more, they move upon his acolytes, and there’s more blood, more breaking.
<i>Hungry</i>.
He’d sent them to a massacre, it seems.
He should cut his losses, do what he can to patch the hole, move on. He’s seen this world and the things it holds. What are a handful of lives?
But losing all of them would be a shame. He had not meant to lose all of them. A few, sure, but not all.
And so perhaps it is his pride that leads to what happens next. He reaches. From his place on the Beach, he stretches his powers through the afterlife, to that damned cliff, through the tear. He reaches for them.
Sweat breaks out over his body at the effort – his magic was not meant to extend through worlds, not without his physical body – and he feels the world gnawing at his edges, hungry for him, too. He grabs at their bodies – he isn’t sure any of them are still alive – and <i>pulls</i>.
There is a screech of dismay from the creatures, a unified sort of cry, but he can’t pay attention to them, he has to focus on pulling them back. Salvaging what he can.
He looks back, once. The hole is closed, or, it seems to be. Good enough.
He dumps them back into their bodies on the beach, breathing heavily. He feels weak in a way that he has not felt since he vomited forth Pangea, when his magic was sick, malfunctioning. He brings them back to life, enough to see them breathing, and then moves on to the next. He is suddenly quite tired.
NOTES:
- HEADS UP: Please go back to your post from Round III and make an OOC note to clarify what the “door” took from you! I was able to glean it from most posts, but not all. This may or may not influence the final post. Sorry for not clarifying sooner!
- The weirdo world was quiet…until these things/creatures/others attacked. You can leave their description vague, or have them appear as whatever monster you want to describe – in this world, they appear differently to everyone, which is why Carnage could never get a read on them.
- The creatures attack you. You can fight back, but you still don’t have any of your power, and eventually succumb and are probably partially eaten.
- Carnage yanks you back into your Beqanna body and brings you back to life, although not peak health. You’re still weak, and any traits will return slowly (meaning you don’t have them immediately upon waking, you can bring them back whenever after the quest).
- Whatever the door/mouth took from you is still there. It can be permanent, or slowly restored/corrected IC over time.
- Replies are due by <b>Friday, September 4th at or before 11:59 PM CST</b>. If you need to withdraw, message me. Failure to reply without officially withdrawing will result in elimination or a defect.
- This is the final round, yay!
- Also uhhh fair warning I didn't proof this and I'm sleep deprived so if it doesn't make any sense feel free to ask questions!!
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