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Great Mother in the Sky: No Love in the House of God
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Great Mother in the Sky: No Love in the House of GodSoars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime

Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime

"The remnant magical power from the last Supreme Deity has been collected and is ready to be absorbed by the current one. Her body hasn't been found yet, but we're doing our best to look." He nodded.
"To clarify to you all, that means our final plan will be set into motion. Once the Saint Deity has both her power and the power from the previous guardian of this land, we'll be able to take full control of the land. She'll be put into an induced coma and incubate somewhere secure with our doctor. Now, I'd like to hear some reports. Greer. Speak."
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

Ifrit starts to make chirping sounds them flies in circe.
"Also Erik, have a Little patience. We will be there soon..." Yasuo looks at Chiara. "Right?"

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
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Odyssey laughs loudly rolling his eye. "Demons??". He keeps laughing. "Im not afraid of them,on step and my enemy is dead. I like attacking first ,before them.".
Isla Greer
She straightened upon being addressed. "Snavia is rallying its troops to fight for Legion's cause. The military remains eagerly supported throughout the populace, and anti-Macedon propaganda becomes more and more popular within the media. We are ready to provide support- whenever necessary."
While she kept her head lowered, her eyes remained on Legion. Whatever move he made-
Her grip tightened on the coin in her pocket-
She would be ready.
kendo was not acting like a prisoner of war should.
"hey, what's with the stiff atmosphere in here? Y'all are so boring. Y'guys act like you're about to commit atrocities or somethin'."
he smiled sunnily.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Isla Greer
There was a new person here. Although she recognized his aura, she didn't remember his name, or face. Presumably, she thought. He's rather unimportant.
A dangerous assumption to make, while in the company of greats such as Legion. She dismissed it, and did her best to study him without giving away that she was doing so. He looked fairly ordinary- bland, even, possibly even some low-level estranged soldier. Yet when she reached out her magic to check his aura-
It was sapped right out of her.
She furrowed her brow and tried again. It withered in an instant, blinking out of existence the next.
Carefully, she raised her head and checked his face. It's him, she realized. From that fight with the time-user- he was by Legion. Neither an ally nor a foe.
Then what was he doing here? And why had his aura changed? What was protecting him from her magic, so effectively that it vanished before it so much as touched his aura?
"Who is he?" she questioned, inclining her head towards him, her curiosity getting the better of her.
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Chiara shows a first sign of frustration, sighing a little. "Please, my children, let us walk the path of pacifism and endurance. We can reach the city by dusk and have each other to protect. As long as we do not constantly search for conflict, the Saint will guard our every step!"

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
He pulled out a party hat, for some reason. He pulled the elastic band under his chin, placing it securely on his head. It was quite hard to take him seriously.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Isla Greer
Isla kept her face cool and expressionless, but internally she was running through the name. Kendo Sato, Kendo Sato-
Usually, she could pick up someone's identity, by running through the spirits she'd encountered. Even the last name could be of use. But the last Sato she'd picked up had died thousands of years prior, and all that remained were the last dredges of a gorged soul.
In some sense, he was a ghost himself.
And on that topic...
"A prisoner of war?" she questioned, turning to Legion. "Why do you have a criminal here, sir? If I may be so frank- that is not a good call to make. It poses a security risk, to yourself and your allies."
he pulled out a party popper. he pulled the string, a loud popping sound ringing out, confetti flying into the air.
"For example, that could have been a gun, and I could have shot one of the people in here."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Isla Greer
Isla had to stifle a laugh at that. A fool playing at courage. I can't say it isn't refreshing- but it certainly sets the mind on edge.
"Are you certain you should be insulting the man-" she questioned "-while his closest allies sit before you? Are you that arrogant, or is there weight to your words?"
He threw the empty party popper to the side, with a grin.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Isla Greer
The party popper rolled across the ground and hit a wall. But Isla kept her eyes on "Kendo". The darkness in his eyes- something in that expression told her that despite the carefree tone of his words, he wanted her dead. That if he could do so, this room would be in ashes.
He was smart, she'd give him that- but it was too bad for him, for she understood his ploy. Perhaps he had the power to leave, perhaps he didn't- but whether he lived or died, his goal would be accomplished.
Their heads are mine, darling. It's first come first serve, and Snavia will take its banquet.
"What position does loyalty have in our future empire, Kendo dear? We are politicians- our resumes are built upon lies. Love and courage- loyalty and honour- such things will have no place in Legion's future."
She leaned across the table. "We are gods. Your faiths will fall in stead with the new order."