Lords of Creation (New Story Thread)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Yeah, alright!" She says, hopping up and positioning herself before the mirror. She reflected on what she saw. It was the first time she had actually seen herself. She smiled. "Check it out, I have freckles!" she said in stereo. She looked back to see that her reflection had emerged from the mirror. "Wooooooooow." they both said. "I can't believe we pulled it off."

[Mik_Hael]

Grace: "We don't know if we have yet, that's only half the ability remember."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Right!'" she replies, and turns to her double.

"Stay here."

"Make me."

The Babysitter grabs her double, the buries it's head in the sand.

Patting herself off, she turns to Grace. "Okay, wish me luck." she says, before leaping into the mirror. The other side is dark and everything is reversed and tinted purple. She walls forward for a bit, before finding the this world only contained what was reflected, infinitely looping in a directions.She was able to tell because of all the mirror Grace's. She slowly backs out of the mirror.

"It's like, really creepy in there."

[Mik_Hael]

Grace: "hmm..." She walks through....seconds later she pops her head back out, "I don't know, it seems like my kind of place, I think the Graceourums might like it in there."

[Zaleramancer]

"OOOooo!" Came the thunderous cry of sympathy from every male in the stands.

Pike doubles over.

[Mik_Hael]

Archiver:  With the giant momentarily crippled Archiver stopped in a small circle and made and upward thrusting motion with her hands. The layer of the ice which had spread around the entire arena broke off and shattered into fine powder, which then rose, creating a wall of snow converging upon the shark from all sides.

The ice column had expanded attaching to his legs and feet, freezing them to the ground.

"Sorry about that, but I needed to set up for this, if anything the ice should at least bring down the swelling."

[Zaleramancer]

Pike continued to grow, as pain released the imposed compaction of tons of flesh.

His skin begins to take on the sand-paper like texture normal to sharks, and he rips from the ice to reach for the Archiver- now towering over twice his former height.

[Mik_Hael]

Archiver stood still, arms held apart to the sides, and then clasped her hands together, the vast wall of snow tumbled upon both of them, buying the center of the arena in a mountain of white,before suddenly melting for a breif instant and solidifying into a large mound of solid ice.. The only thing protruding is the shark man's head. Archiver is burined inside as well, but after being frozen for an instant she begins to move freely, the ice melting slightly, and refreezing behind her, to allow movement. She calmy steps out of the ice birg and retreets to a safe distance before calling forth more layers of ice from the atmosphere onto the arena.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(10 motes +12 motes (3/day for 4 days), Total: 22 motes)

Mikoto watches as the contestants keep fighting worried and wondering when Lady Mina would arrive.

[Zaleramancer]

The ice shatters as he continues to grow.

Pike is now hunched over, more shark than human. He lunges towards the Archiver, now four times his former height.

[Mik_Hael]

Archiver exhales calmly as soon as the ice melts and leans forward. she continues into a fall and dives straight into the ice, which has now reached a depth of well over a foot, leaving behind a ramp like structure of protruding ice spikes directly behind her. Once inside of her element she moves through it like a fish through water around the charging shark man and past him.

Archiver thoughts: "Exactly how well does an object of high mass and high volume change direction on a surface with no friction?"

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While constructing the castle I feel a slight flick to the side of my head, as if some of my power had just been siphoned off. "Well this can't be good." I take a short second to flick the edge of the crystal table to bring up a small map of the area, and instruct it to do a sweep...seconds later a small reading is coming from a near by area in the desert, and I pull up an image...Grace and the Baby Sitter are standing in front of a giant mirror...and there appear to be two the latter. "...intuitions rarely wrong I guess....Guys." I look up speaking to the watchmen and shutting down the image, "Keep up construction while I"m gone, I'll be right back, I just need to speak to the watchman about something." I begin to make my way into the city towards the watchman's booth.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(22 motes previously +3 motes, Total: 25 motes)

As they walk towards Spectropolis, Mina stops her entourage for a quick break to create two more gods. She gathers some sand in her hand and concentrates. The sand and some more nearby form into two new goddesses (-24 motes, Create Major Goddess x2). One wore a dress formed entirely out of sand and glass, this was Suna Goddess of Sand and Glass. The other wore a simple cotton shift for she was Illusia Goddess of Illusions and Temples. Mina and her entourage continued on its way with the two new goddesses with them.

(Total: 1 mote)

[Mik_Hael]

...Pain.....not something that a god should be able to feel really, or sickness, never the less there was an incessant throbbing growing in the back of my head...beating. I'll ignore it for now....the arena is in sight, I'm on the outskirts of the city but it should only take another min...the pain's getting worse. This one almost grounded me. I stumble forward a few paces before kneeling in the sand. Another streak hit, more power full than the last, it actually forced me to the ground...my vision was blurring and the pain continued to grow, until suddenly a small part of my head split open, and the pressure began to dissipate as if something had escaped. It was getting darker, but I made out a column of black smoke solidifying into a human shape veins of red seeped through the smoke, leading to to red featureless eyes...it solidified fully and...it looked like me...then everything went black.

(given that I haven't done anything in the past two weeks and the cost for the mirror should've been patched by then. -12 for create major god, total 26.)
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Monsterking: "...Pathetic." The god spits on the ground near my head, as on as it makes contact the sand flattens and sinks into a small miasma the size of a pig's skull. It then rises into the sky leaving a trail of wrything darkness, before flying off.

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Dephos: "...Mik Hael!!!!!!!!!!"

4: "What's wrong."

Dephos: "We have to leave now..."

Juggler: "What !? I haven't even had a chance to fight ye..."

Dephos: "Now"

Juggler: "...."

2: "Archiver!!!! get out, we need to leave."

Archiver: A blast of water surfaces from the arena and she leaps out of the ice into the crowd. "I heard, I felt something as well. We need to hurry."

Dephos: She waits no longer and grabs the heroes, reaising them into the sky as one might a bag of cotton, before flying off.

[Zaleramancer]

Pike plunges his rapidly transforming hands and feet into the ice- Rough, sand-paper like shark skin provides friction, backed up by monstrous strength.

He still barely manages to stop in time, and is poked slightly by the icy spikes.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The Watchman watches as Miks fighters quickly withdraw from the arena, and shakes his head. Well, god of chaos. Bound to be unpredictable.

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"Yeah, well I think it's spooky." replied the Babysitter absentmindedly. "It's like a mirror maze in there, except that every reflection is real. You can keep it, if you like. It can be your early... Well, that has to do with what I'm planning. All you need to know is that it involves gifts."

[Philote]

Gilgamesh watches the fight unfold. The battle had been developing well until Archiver had suddenly decided to abandon the fight. To make things worse, all the heroes representing Mik Hael could be seen leaving the tournament without word. Gilgamesh fumed at the fact that the heroes would so disrespectfully dismiss the tournament that he had sponsored.

For now, Gilgamesh would only put forth a short term solution to righting the situation. "Pike wins the match. In addition, all heroes representing Mik Hael have forfeited their right to their matches and will be barred from the tournament. Rhogar and Aox should prepare for their match." With that, Gilgamesh sat back with a scowl into his seat.

[Zaleramancer]

Zaya continued snacking on snails and popcorn, while the nervous looking winged demi-goddess next to her scribbled notes.

[Philote]

Motes left: 16

A light blue scaled Dragonborn walked calmly into the arena, the first of its kind to be seen by anyone non-native to Gilgamesh's land. Rhogar serenely waits in his starting area for his opponent to arrive.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Aox was a bundle of nerves. He couldn't cease the shaking in his hands as he tried to lay out his gear. He truly believed this match would determine he worthiness in the eyes of Crav. Slowly Aox managed to attach his many contraptions and item to his legs, arms and back

Taking a deep breath, Aox turned to face arena. His eyes turned to a steely glare and confidence flowed into his chest.  He could do this, he had to. Aox confidently strode forward into the light of the arena to face his opponent.

[Zaleramancer]

"HIT 'EM WITH THE CHAIR! BRUTALIZE HIM!" Scream Zaya.