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Post by Genesis on Jun 9, 2024 21:30:29 GMT -8
*In terms of tracking things down he would probably put himself in the higher tier of folks who could find those kinds of things. They all usually had a way to do that sort of thing and the ones who were missing it usually had a reason for it. Namely, they weren't exactly one of 'them' as the saying went. That or the designer decided to opt out of giving them one, either or. All of that aside was to say that he was also one of the few who could even look into things of this nature until recently to begin with, to add another layer to something he probably should have considered questioning a bit deeper about. At least until he recalled that such a thing would have been a fruitless endeavor and why he skipped that whole step to begin with. Desolate as it was, finding things should have been simple instead of difficult, yet here he found himself...*
"Chalk it up to divine intervention, but I don't exactly feel the sun here. And I've fought it a few times now for familiarity's sake."
*That didn't mean he stopped looking to pick up the trail it left behind, but it was pretty clear already that probably wasn't the most effective means to catch up to it. If it were, then it would have been mentioned earlier. Probably. He would at least afford that much credit to the worship junky.*
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Post by Gaia on Jun 12, 2024 10:16:41 GMT -8
. . .
It was strange, to say the least. The power that lingered in the air was familiar, he would realize, but not quite in the same way. It wasn't hot and boiling, like that of the Mother's brightest sun. It was more familiar along a different path, related to Apollo Flame rather than a peer of his. Something had happened here, but it wasn't a sun.
Divine intervention was more closely related. It was like the power that hung in the air was softer than the power of the divines that Xion would remember; regal, but not quite exalted; powerful, but not quite deadly.
Its power could be seen in the faint sense of life that still pervaded the space, clinging on and digging in deep, large roots that had taken hold not long ago and still pushing themselves deeper to find something to give them nutrients. The massive, spiralling roots seemed to almost be invisible except to those that would know to look for them, and they had a familiar stoney gray look to them.
The source of Xion's search was deeper into the desolation of Creamland, where the roots were still digging, and whoever was tending and taking care of them could be found. Would the roots be able to find life here?
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Post by Xypher on Jun 29, 2024 19:31:24 GMT -8
The unorthodox trio found themselves whisked from Xion's hidden location back to Creamland, close to where they had felt that presence described by Apollon. Merrill took a deep breath, pulling in and masking as much of his power as possible, finding it surprisingly easier to do now. He walked up next to Xion, in time for him to make his remark. He couldn't help but let the edges of his lips curl up for a brief moment, able to take appreciation of the wit displayed. But he quickly refocused on the task at hand.
"What about us trying to channel the converted energy?"
"The power of the sun that we now have is not that of the same "divine" power that it had been. I doubt it to be possible, for now. Plus we should refocus on strengthening our own powers. While Merrill may still have his solar abilities that have grown and mutated, I think it will be a while before that particular power evolves to a level like that which we were borrowing."
"Agreed. Besides, I need to focus on our new growth for now. I have a few ideas on incorporating that aspect of our power, but that is a future us problem."
Merrill looked at Xion.
"I don't sense anything like that previously, either. I could reach out and test what I can sense using my heightened senses, but I also know that may give up our position and may catch the eye of something should I try. Would you like me to proceed, or do you have another idea?"
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Post by Genesis on Jul 1, 2024 19:10:53 GMT -8
*Ah, rather than a sun, it was something else that radiated. Small wonder it wasn't really noticed when it wasn't as forceful about showing its presence or meaning. With how recent it was, it was clear who the likely culprit behind it. He wouldn't have discovered it at all if it was one group, and a trail of breadcrumbs was something that the other visitor left before he left, especially given the familiar hue they shared to a certain mother he wanted to stay dead for want of a nail. That's why these roots were also spotted in Creamland, where it started just the same. The whole desolation thing probably made the need for nutrients for the roots more difficult, or as usual the one who left was sloppy about his exit, shaking his head to Merrill.*
"No need for that. It isn't a sun that we're looking for. More a Chthonian than an Olympian. We'll find it once we go deeper still."
*He held his hand out, an easy enough time heading down given the state of things. The surface they stood on was practically nonexistent and Creamland was far from the most stable of locations given where the arm from Sharo was aiming to rise up from. Suffice to say, it being desolate was a bit of an understatement when it came to being nutrient rich, though it at least was the safest place to try to spread your roots from. The other locations all had someone who would have a vested interest in burning the tree, so to speak. Just the idle thoughts he had while they moved deeper to meet the other specimen here.*
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Post by Gaia on Jul 3, 2024 10:30:07 GMT -8
Deeper down the path of roots, Xion and Merrill could easily follow the winding, stone-like roots deeper into the confines of the Network, the roots digging ever deeper in search of shelter. The massive roots clustered together at some point in order to create a tunnel system, making it possible to walk into the tree, and even as they walked, the ancient language that they saw written on the roots, and even floating in the air, told them everything they needed as confirmation.
Inside the conclave of the tree, a beautiful chamber opened up with what appeared to be something of a tree inside of the tree itself, the roots winding-up and sprouting outward into bountiful branches with strange, golden and purple fruits brimming with energy hanging from the stone-like branches. Watching over the tree, messing with a screen panel in front of it, was a woman who looked more human than anything else the Murian culture had put in front of Xion, before.
She wore a soft blue-grey robe over her humble physique, her stone-grey hair pleated in an intricate braid to keep it out of her face, and then down her back, her hair trailing down to the cavern floor. A set of stoles around her shoulders had the Crest of Mu on them, and her robe was decorated with intricate golden interlocking circles and what appeared to be a large, golden eye-like pattern at the center of her back. It was just a design, as the eye didn't seem to be in motion, but the woman seemed hard at work with the panel in front of her, the Murian language being manipulated on the screen and in the world around her as she worked.
She paused as the visitors rounded and came into her home, turning her white-ashen skin and stark red eyes that matched the other visitor's own onto the Navis. She glanced over them, her eyes piercing and knowing.
". . . Apollo. From the realm he was set to reign on, no less. Laplace . . . the original, from the realm where time flowed as it was supposed to, up until recently. Empty? . . . No, not quite. They used it as a template for you, though."
She turned back to her work, a few of the branches moving about, their peculiar fruit pulsating with wave energy from above the navis. Each of them surged with a power that was familiar to the divine power the gods presumed to have held.
"That's why you can see my roots, then. You can turn around and make your way back - I'm just trying to find a place for my tree to grow, here, since it was so rudely planted in a lifeless desert. Promise, not trying to hold you up any, and no, I'm not making travel any more difficult.
"If you're looking for conversation, my people skills are rusty for a few millennia of not having spoken with anyone on amicable terms. If you're looking for power, you can eat one of the fruit, if you don't particularly care for your free will. If you're looking for travel, I can provide that. If you're looking for trouble, I'd much appreciate if you gave me terms to avoid that at all costs, or at the very least ensure that you not unleash any suns near my tree."
She sounded curt and to the point, but she also sounded busy and somewhat used to this sort of exchange.
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Post by Genesis on Jul 4, 2024 3:04:51 GMT -8
*It was a shame that Hollow was having his usual fixation, what with his interest in digging up ancient ruins and architecture. Related to that fixation in a way of course, but hobbies were hobbies one way or another. Seeing what was here, Merrill would definitely be keener on the conversation part of it. He more or less got the answers that were desired from just the curt exchange already. He as always wouldn't work to correct any assumptions if they were right or wrong, a trait he shared with a certain onyx kin of his that produced plenty of amusing interactions over the years. He could ask a question before addressing the terms she would need going forward.*
"Apollo and Laplace are tied with me on the conversationalist scale of things. The one who needed to plant you. Can he travel here without you?"
*Case in point, not mentioning any names and just carrying on with being Apollo, Laplace, and Hollow Empty. If he hadn't just voiced why splitting up wasn't ideal, he would have let Merrill chat it out while he carried on. He wasn't worried about power or losing free will from it, as his opinion on gods was mostly rooted in a different belief than others and cultural differences. Still, they were definitely looking for trouble. He supposed he could be lenient enough about that given the situation and the upcoming conclusion of the situation that was being considered but considered improbable at the time.*
"The terms to avoid trouble would be for you to not spread your roots past this place. Spread them anywhere else and at this point Grom is inclined to burn the whole tree thanks to the deceit of the one who planted you, and Gate will burn it just because he can at his earliest convenience. In either case, a sun would be the least of its worries. Your best bet to avoid trouble, however, would be if you were back in the other realm. Unless you want to take your chances with what you should be able to see."
*If she was sure she could do better than the Moon and the others who thought otherwise, then he wouldn't work on correcting her assumption. She could be right or wrong for that matter and they would only find out by biting the hook on that one. Considering what happened with the language when they were involved, he would more safely bet on it being an inevitable event than a 'it won't happen' sort of event. He assumed she just couldn't leave on her own accord unless she just was that attached to making sure this tree managed to live instead of dying immediately.*
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Post by Gaia on Jul 20, 2024 14:41:41 GMT -8
She clicked her tongue at Xion's question, as if she understood the implications in his question.
"Yes, he could travel here whether or not I was here, so long as the Tree were properly growing, but he also used Apollo Flame's power to burn out the other root channels. This Tree has become a sprout growing without its connection to the main branch, and while I'll respect that this place needs not the worries of another realm, I'll insist on my Tree not dying."
She paused in order to look back at Xion, giving him a glance over with her stark, red eyes. She didn't seem to be pulling the heat from the air like Burai did, but rather her eyes seemed even more piercing than his were. "I'm not sure what you're referring to. Something in this realm is amiss, of that much I can be sure, but my sight is hindered greatly by some force stronger than that of my Mother's. The Wave World of this realm has suffered great damage, and the Language is not as strong here, and is missing many of its letters and even more of its functionalities. I have not been dispatched here to fix that problem; I have just one task, and it is always to ensure the Tree is well. So long as it growing here does not attract the ire you have warned me of, I will complete my task and return to a Realm with more of my Mother's blessings."
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Post by Genesis on Jul 20, 2024 19:49:35 GMT -8
*On one hand it could be said that Burai was cleaning up his mess. On the other hand, it was also an easy way to say he was tying up loose ends before he understood the depths of their realm. Or at least the surface level of how far those depths were from the understanding he gained while he was here. And while it came as no surprise that she was likewise in the dark about the situation, she at least was aware enough to notice that things were not as they seemed.*
"So long as all the Tree does is exist, it won't incur any ire from the others. Warmongers though we may be, we only wage wars against things that actually act back. In short, as long as it's only purpose travel and a short-term power boost, it'll be left alone. Anything else and any number of people will find any number of reasons to attack, up to and including 'Because I could'."
*It would make it out like they were rather unreasonable, but it was more like just knowing how their world operated. They were definitely a strife-driven people. They kept that up for years and most of the people around you literally didn't even see in times of peace. Merrill could probably count on his hand how often he saw his friends and they were just at peace, enjoying the atmosphere. Not like that was a bad thing, but it was a matter of awareness and acceptance instead of denial and the like.*
"That said, I can only speak on behalf of the ones I know of who are aggressive. The thing causing the damage you've noticed isn't any fault of ours and doesn't discriminate very much. I imagine for the Tree to be well, that has to be solved first, otherwise it's still going to die without our interference. We don't know why either, just that the guys behind it were definitely in the mood to do it."
*And was probably why she had no visitors either. Because it was pretty clear from what he saw back in Gigamerica the truth of the matter. Setting aside the occasional 'Jokers' who would bomb Creamland just because it was in their nature, there was the fact that as some would call it, 'Natural Selection' was certainly playing out here. And in this case, it wasn't just targeting the Wave World. They were just the first to go in this case.*
"If that's your problem, you can try taking it up with them. But I would offer the advice that they haven't been in a talkative mood for the time being, at least not when they aren't also being destructive too."
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Post by Gaia on Jul 21, 2024 6:45:07 GMT -8
She listened to his warning, but like so many others bearing that Murian crest and the Reaver eye on their person, looked to be unable to pull herself away from her duty. She looked back at the tree she was desperately trying to save, and even as she looked at it, some of the Murian script that she had written in the air was fading away, or just going dark, as if the script was losing power right in front of them.
Furrowing her brow, she wrote a new string of script into the air, creating more branches and willing the roots to dig deeper, but she knew it was a temporary fix. With what she observed and what Xion had said, she would be forced to know that this was the way things were.
". . . They've dispatched Juno, have they not? Used Mother's code at first to amplify his abilities, and then when he failed their expectations and Mother would refuse to give them more of her blessings, forced Her to give more. Then, when the Script she had wasn't enough, they made him stronger on their own terms. His abilities are present all over this space, and he still doesn't exceed my own Eye.
"I'm walking proof that Mother still has more to give. That may infuriate or intrigue them, if what you say is true. The roots have almost nothing to take hold of, here, and the most Ancient of the Language is dying out first."
She frowned, and turned to look back at Xion. "Does my Mother's work being destroyed protect your world in a more conventional way than just ensuring that She would be unable to make this world worship Her? The means of protecting against Her are a code that would seal Her away from this world. If I tasked you with a plea, a request that you save my Language, would you be willing to help if I did all within my power to ensure Mother's long reaching hand never found its way back here? Or is Her in your Realm - your Universe - enough to cause worry?"
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Post by Genesis on Jul 21, 2024 17:58:18 GMT -8
*It only made sense that she was stuck to her duties. Honestly, that wasn't even a problem exclusively for her and the Murians. Humans and Navis shared the same thing more than they knew or were willing to accept. It wasn't a damnable fallacy that only the past dealt with, but something the present always contended with too. Such as the Eternal Endgame to list one minor incident. Though he did speak up with regard to Juno, before she unwittingly did something she shouldn't to herself.*
"For your own sake, make sure that you don't do anything involving Juno's abilities. He might not have authority over you, but his 'Truth' is the difference between life and death right now."
*Something he had kept quiet about to Hollow as well back at the Dark Colony. Those who could see the world exactly as it truly was and those who would see it based on what they believed they knew were starkly different from one another. He was well-aware of that to say the least, because he was one of the ones who could. He simply never spoke to anyone else about what was and wasn't there. What dread they should truly feel against what hope they should have. They were offered it, and he wouldn't spurn it. Juno, at least, didn't fail their expectations. As far as he could tell, Juno was living up to them very well at this moment rather than being inadequate. First, he supposed he should make his own stance clear, before any assumptions he didn't approve of were made about him too.*
"Before the knee jerk reaction is made to assume that I of all people am afraid of people rising up to my position, I'm not afraid of others gaining power. If anything, I welcome others to rise up to the standards they set for themselves. No excuses for anyone who loses on equal footing and all that. My personal stance on all of that however isn't the impetus behind my decision. The issue isn't with your Mother's reach. People will refuse to worship her one way or another and fight her again. Defeating her, sealing her, or worshiping her? All of those don't matter. The issue is with the world, not your Language."
*On paper the many would fault the Language. But it existed, plain and simple. What came of it was related to those who used it. That was what decided that it wasn't a worthy avenue to explore. In the past they wiped themselves out and that was the end of it. Today they wouldn't be so bad either, seeing as it would be about the same if it only applied to humanity. But their world was more complex than it was back then. Complex where people Xion existed. Complex where people like Joker existed. Complex where people like 'anyone' with a respectable pedigree existed.*
"If I trusted people enough to simply look the other way, to ignore the potential that rests within your Language, it'll only be my fault when they destroy themselves. Your powers would allow people like Apollo and Laplace here to interact with the world directly. It won't even take an hour for us to destroy the Earth. Because a sun is the least that we throw around these days. So yes, it is more conventional to simply let it be destroyed than to ensure she isn't a problem."
*And even that scientifically speaking spawning on the planet had complications. Maybe not world-ending implications if science was applied yet again, but they already had a silly encounter with Sirius. And he was, for all intents and purposes, not as problematic as his house. The shame to that was that others could throw his house around in their world and not cause issues because they didn't actually fully listen to the laws of physics here because it was quite literally built differently than reality.*
"...Still, for all intents and purposes, I'll end up saving your Language as collateral one way or another I believe. All I've done is eliminate anyone who can understand it who wasn't an apathetic entity. No one ever cares that they're gone anyway and at worst the only place left on the list after Dealer is Whazzap. But they're luckily still bent on the whole sacrificing themselves bit, so they'll die off long before they cause the end of the world."
*It was a more candid moment from him, since it revealed that he was simply keeping tabs most of the time on the people who knew about the potentials involved. If they ever delved deeper than that, like trying to apply it to their world, either he or someone else took action. The others usually took actions to sweep them under the rug. He did too, but he also had a veritable hill of bodies to match those efforts. The only reason people were looking into this technology now was because it was being used against them. To that end, it meant many more scientists would start to look into it. And to that end, letting the Language and the World it applied to perish meant that those scientists would have wasted their efforts and be incapable of using it to end the world by accident by allowing their many human-hating tyrants to waltz up to them directly. Bad enough they were almost able to irradiate and wipe them out centuries ago before they doubled down on making modifications to their world.*
"I'm neither a saint nor a hero, so I won't go out of my way to be heroic or do the greater good. I'm just looking out for everyone's collective interest of self-preservation and let them keep up their self-destructive ways in the meantime. It's not just your Language that will end the Universe after all. Given time, humanity will reach that plateau one way or another. We're not that far off as it is. All I've done is stretch it to last a little longer."
*He didn't exactly have a nihilistic tone about it, but a rather jovial one in fact. It was just how progress went. Push enough envelopes or remove enough pieces from the Jenga Tower and eventually it came crumbling down. The more mankind sought to master the very foundations of the Universe itself, the sooner they would eventually crumble apart. Because it was the minority, not the majority, that held power over that.*
"Put more simply, sure, I'll do what I can to save your Language. I, however, make no promises this time. I'm out of my depth here if this is anywhere remotely as bad as I presume this to be. But I'm also the most pessimistic and/or realistic out of all of those fighting for the cause here, so it's pretty unlikely that I'm wholly correct. Or rather, I'd prefer to be wrong this time."
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Post by Xypher on Jul 30, 2024 12:49:30 GMT -8
At first, Merrill chose to remain silent, as Xion had spoken. He listened intently, doing his best to try and understand more of the bigger picture here. He guessed she must be from where Burai originated, and considering what he knew of what had been and was going on over there, she may or may not be safer here, in their universe.
Which honestly, wasn't very safe right now at all, all things considered.
"Her conversation skills aren't as bad as she claims."
Although it was nice to see what she was direct and upfront about what she wanted, and it was nice to know she wasn't looking for a fight.
"It seems this tree and its roots and connections matter most to her. We should leave it undisturbed, yes? If what Xion says is true and it is fairly harmless..."
Easier said that done, as Xion pointed out. Several times, Merrill nodded in agreement with his words, as for whatever reason, it always felt like warmongers would do their thing, even if the reason was, "Because I could." It was a shame, but as he himself recalled what Grom had said when they had spoken last, he still didn't have an answer. But he was sure one existed that wasn't just, "End it all."
He was quiet and reflected briefly regarding Juno and the Reaverbot incident. He had nothing to add, only recalling that he had seen only one, when he was too busy focused on Warrior at the time.
He also had to admit, Xion's thought process and open acceptance of being challenged was impressive. The lack of fear and the mentality of "Welcome challengers" was respectable, to say the least. Xion had an impact on Merrill, and had allowed Merrill a chance to reevaluate his perceptions and thoughts on some things, and he was grateful for the opportunity to learn and grow.
He also agreed with what Xion had said regarding the world. to put it simply, their world was messed up, and extremely complicated. With the limited knowledge he had, he could agree with that. They tended to fight an incredible amount, and despite everything, as much as they pushed themselves to the limit and nearly wiped themselves out, somehow they managed to persist, time and time again. How long they could keep that up was anyone's guess...
But a thought did cross his mind: If they were able to save the Language, would there be something they could use to make their world a better place? Based on what Xion said regarding saving it as a collateral, considering what he had done to bring forth Merrill, Life, and Death's potential, maybe it could help them in their journey later on?
The changes they had made and undergone made them... Different, and yet more, than they had been before. Experiencing a power "not of your world" was thought inducing, and knowing they could even use it to some extent for a time, left questions. Some good, some bad. But now was not exactly the time to go over them all.
"I'm curious about this "Language." I think it may be worth researching later."
Merrill continued to remain quiet, instead looking around at the roots around them, and studying what the woman before them wrote in the air. He didn't have much to add, but was using the opportunity to learn. He quietly hoped that Xion was wrong, about how bad things were going to get. But he couldn't deny it was better to be prepared for the worst.
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Post by Gaia on Jul 30, 2024 18:54:31 GMT -8
. . . Even Juno, in his weakened state, then, was able to get them results? How curious. They found his abilities useful enough to continue to get results based on how he was uniquely designed, which meant that it wasn't his power or his stature, but rather the unique string of code that Great Mother had put into him.
Would her unique string be enough to satiate them, at her status, for them to just use her, or to repurpose her? Or would she fall short of their desires and be laid to dust? She knew that this world, as with all worlds, had dangers to consider when allowing her Mother to grow, and that all that interacted with it were in danger for it, but in truth, the dangers her Mother brought with it was only a medium for this world to destroy itself through. She would not do that simply by nature of being here; her allowing them to destroy one another would do just that.
The Precursor to Ruin continues to rear its ugly head, then. Mother never needed to wipe the slate clean - give them the means, and hateful people would do it for Her. It was a terrible cycle that so few had avoided. She looked up at all the fruit that her tree bore, the small spheres of wave energy surrounded by rings of raw wave power, and considered what she could do aside from her assigned tasks.
"I understand that Juno's abilities can be as necessary as they are devastating. Without the perception of his design, all one would have left is the dark face of true reality, not its ugly truths or its naive falsehoods.
"I'm also aware that this isn't Apollo or Laplace," she went on, staring Merrill down. "I was commenting that I recognized their energies, that was all. She paused and did not offer any responses to Xion's candid approach, but rather listened more intently to his other musings. The insights and wisdom of this Navi and Wizard hybrid, they were impressive. What she had to surmise, then, was that he understood simply that power was a vehicle, and the person at the wheel was sometimes the wrong one to be directing it.
To try to deny Humanity its plateau would surely ensure their downfall was hastened by their own desire to get to it despite the hindrances. It would also only serve to ensure that it limited them. The natural height of that plateau, where she continued to take the Murian language as was her duty, was to launch from that plateau and see where else one could land. It was the unwillingness to jump and to spread, the lack of vision to see beyond one's own heights, that would limit them. One only flies too close to the sun because they have not the vision to aim for the stars beyond it. In search of their own glory, they limit their potential for fleeting excellence.
". . . Then do what you must. If not for any other reason, because it can be done. In the face of impossible odds, decide that something can be done and see to it yourself that it must be.
"Greater things were built and maintained with less."
Without much more of a word, she turned back to her tree, focused on putting her energy into seeing that it would drop its root as far down as it could to find something.
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Post by Genesis on Aug 1, 2024 0:23:14 GMT -8
*He knew that he didn't need to go into detail about how long the Great Mother was active for. Everyone else would presume that she had a brief stint at being active. A certain phrase she said after the fact was pretty relevant to things. Because of that particularly unique being that used his ability briefly enough where they didn't exactly gather too much information about it with regard to those who fought him.*
"Ugly truths... no kidding there."
*After all, how would he go about telling them that one? He wouldn't, that was how. It was likely intended for that to remain the case just the same. If at any point their enemies deigned to try to have them intervene and disable that power, it would be with nothing but malicious intentions. He didn't have to go out of his way to say why that was the only truth that remained, he would only have to go out of his way to explain how down south things had gone. And considering the comment about greater things being built and maintained with less? She had no idea how true that was in this very moment no less.*
"Before I go, a question then. I was planning on setting up that little malignant trap of mine a little later since friendly fire is less than ideal right now and all it would ever do at the moment is friendly fire, but it doesn't hurt to get another perspective before folks start losing their sensory faculties. Are you still able to recognize their energies because of your connection with the Language?"
*It wasn't the first time in recent days that his cloaking had failed. For the most part it was still as successful as ever in all the cases that it needed to be. There were just two times now in rapid succession that they had fallen a bit short since he also got away with it even with the ones backed by the Mother. "Silence" as it were, and the Tree Tender here. He already had a solution for that in mind, but would rather implement that after things settled down. It wouldn't exactly work in their best interest if others could spy on Merrill given what he mentioned about the "Because I could" sorts that were around today and that friendly fire was a very vested interest of theirs for what they perceived to be their greater gain. And he had a stake in making sure that Merrill wasn't a casualty just because. Speaking of letting a casualty happen just because, he almost forgot something since they had come this far down and hadn't seen it yet.*
"Oh, and one more thing. If you keep going down, you'll probably touch the Giant. No clue what its actual name is yet, but I know its arm was beneath this place. Or its hand, something or other attached to its overgrown self. Either way, it isn't healthy for the roots to touch it."
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Post by Gaia on Aug 1, 2024 13:25:23 GMT -8
As she as writing, a warning was provided, and she crumpled her hand together in frustration. The whole of the tree began to shake as she handled her fury, the young girl taking a deep breath and releasing it as she was calmed.
It would seem that nothing was enough to keep her tree from dying. It saddened her, but it seemed that its doom was inevitable so long as it was planted here. Surely, she could pull herself from her sacred duty just long enough -
". . . I can sense their energy for the knowledge that this world no longer fully has it. The tracings of the energies were once here, and they are now missing. What remains of them are still being fully integrated into whatever it was that you started.
"So, yes - I can sense them because of my connection to the Language. Others in my status, other Mother Units, would recognize it, as would the Angellus and of course the Great Mother herself.
"Others should not recognize it, and in time, I will no longer be able to sense it, either. Your work is well done. The Language naturally fights you, but the Language has been growing weaker here for quite some time. I cannot risk being here for too much longer, I worry."
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Post by Genesis on Aug 1, 2024 21:17:18 GMT -8
*Ah, that was a funny way to get found out. Especially when he considered that it was both right and wrong. While he had started it, the energies of the ones he used actually didn't belong to the ones from their Earth. But tracing them like that would have led someone to make such a conclusion just the same, which was something he wouldn't have managed to account for thanks to viewing them as different entities from the onset. Different perspectives were nice.*
"Yeah, our Apollo and Laplace are a bit misplaced. And by misplaced, I mean that we got into a fight before the Great Mother and they should be in the recycling bin right now. These are gifts from somewhere else."
*It was a good deduction to make, as them being missing and the energies should still align. These two were just different than the ones that actually were in their timeline, as those suffered an entirely different fate. Caught up in a rather vicious waltz with a phantom, one could say. The Mother Units, Angellus, and Mother Dearest... in that case, that was fine. He wouldn't have to worry too much about taking measures if that was what was left for it on their own end. It was never intended to be hidden from their enemies to begin with for very long. If it was he would have been fine, but the veil was meant for their allies rather than their enemies. They might have come from different places, but they reached an understanding well enough he would say.*
"It's fine. Thanks for not being hostile in our very hostile environment. To that end, I can offer you an alternative. It isn't a very good one, but it is one just the same."
*He held out his hand to open up a dark portal. What it revealed wasn't any place that anyone here was familiar with. It wasn't to the Dark Colony or the Undernet, so where was it exactly? Wherever it was, this was the alternative he had in mind. Because the Language also wasn't very healthy there as he found out.*
"As much as I hate being referred to it as such, a number of people would call me something of a 'Dark God' these days. In one of the many dimensions that I rule, you can set the roots there to grow. I can guarantee that no one will bother them or you as well. Then, if desired, you can bring it back here quietly and discreetly when the dust settles. If the dust doesn't settle? Well, you'll know."
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