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Post by HungryHunter on May 31, 2016 18:04:08 GMT
She manifested at once when the Spirit entered her realm. In a swirl of grey, the plains warped to form a hand with more fingers than an anemone had tentacles right below him. Above, the plains blurred and giant eyes, numbers ever changing between one and dozens stared down. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jun 1, 2016 0:23:48 GMT
Hearing her voice, the Spirit of Unbalance begins to swell up with a great sense of joy. Gleaming with happiness, he responses with a most graceful bow and speaks with a lover's voice, "Greetings Goddess of Death. I wish to seek proper forgiveness if my arrival be untimely and rude from the judgment of the other-side, but more importantly then your mercy, I wish your approval. I come here with no ill intention. My presence here is for a rather splendid purpose; however, it shall be meaningless without your willing participation. For what I do here would be as pointless as Life without what defines it to be so valuable."
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 2, 2016 5:31:48 GMT
The fingers gripping the Spirit angrily flicked him through the air, turning everything into a grey blur until pillars slammed into him from both planes to hold him like a vice. Grey eyes looked blankly from the pillars. MY CONSENT IS NOT GRANTED. IT IS NEVER GRANTED TO YOU.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jun 2, 2016 6:42:17 GMT
The spirit takes a moment to remember the feeling of being touch by such a lovely entity. After recording the memory, he begins to speak once more, "Shall I wait for an eternity? But if that is the amount of time you need, then so be it. I can wait for time itself to cease for your never ending conclusion. For our bond is the most permanent relationship there is. Does Death and Chaos not fit together to create the most perfect beginning and end? Nay! It is the only truth there can be. Regardless if the curtains are lifted or dropped, the only thing that will remain at all times will be us."
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 2, 2016 18:43:57 GMT
The very universe shook at the Spirit's words, vice squeezing tighter. DEATH IS ORDER. INEVITABILITY, CALM, INACTIVITY. YOU HAVE NEVER GIVEN ANY BEING COMFORT OR JOY. INSTEAD, YOUR EVERY MOVE IS TO CAUSE PAIN AND HARM. YOU HAVE NO PLACE IN MY ETERNITY.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jun 2, 2016 23:38:32 GMT
The Spirit begins to laugh and answers, "Shall I prove you wrong with a simple embrace?! Or should I reveal the history of my deeds? For not all acts of self interest leave others without benefit my dear. But let us turn back to the natural course of things. What is order without the guidance of the hand of chaos? With only order, the universe shall be perfectly static. Chaos is fundamental component that is needed for the wheel to turn. And the same holds true for Death. Life would be static without an alternative state to give it purpose, and without chaos, that state cannot exist for life. Our mutual existences give each other meaning, and so, without even our wills involved, I already have a place within your eternity, and you in mine. Even if our goals are different, the end will still remain the same."
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 3, 2016 17:58:47 GMT
CHANGE IS A NATURAL PART OF ORDER. YOU ARE SOMETHING ELSE. UNBALANCE. THE NATURAL ORDER BREAKS DOWN AROUND YOU. BEGONE FROM MY REALM OR I SHALL BALANCE YOU.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jun 5, 2016 3:15:54 GMT
Smiling to himself he answers her gently, "You may try to balance me. But such a task has been tried countless times before. Atlas, this collar is all that remains of those efforts." As if on cue, his collar begins to become tighter on his neck. Clearing his throat a bit, he continues to speak, this time his voice reverts back to his typical egotistical fashion, "But, I will spare you some time and inform you of the saddest truth. The natural order....is Chaos." And with that the Spirit disappears into a puff of crimson red and black smoke.
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