Void Office for Social Media Presence

oh i have a really good idea now

I look forward to hearing about it.

okay SO this might be a bit of a long one. these guys take a lot of inspo from levia and behemo from evillious chronicles but i think they’re still original enough. if anything doesn’t work with the void canon let me know and i can fix it?

Hansel Mneme was the only child of a rich man and his long deceased wife, whose death was largely attributed to her physical condition. An unsociable boy from the start, Hansel would often find himself with nothing to do, ostracised from his classmates, and it was in those hours of inactivity that he found his true passion. He grew up fascinated with the human body, his eyes constantly watching the people around him, memorising their anatomy, their features. As he got older, his fixation slowly narrowed to the idea of identity. Growing obsessed with things many people thought unreasonable - dimorphism, gender, expression - Hansel swore to himself that he’d do anything he could to make the world safer.

Gretel Mneme was the only child of a poor man and his long deceased wife, whose death was largely attributed to her mental condition. A genius girl from the start, Gretel would often find herself with nothing to do, far ahead of her classmates, and it was in those hours of inactivity that she found her true passion. She grew up fascinated with the human mind, her head constantly buried in every psychology book her school library would let her borrow - provided it could order more faster than she could read them. As she got older, her fixation slowly narrowed to the idea of evil. Growing obsessed with the reason behind things many found unexplainable - war, violence, killing - Gretel swore to herself that she’d do anything she could to make the world safer.

Hansel Mneme, as he grew older, found himself experimenting with the way he would present his identity, learning that he found it a lot easier to show his face in a dress than a suit. He knew the people around him found these desires “uncomfortable”, “disgusting”, and so he came to know himself as disgusting. For long, painful years, he grappled with the concept of his own being, wondering if what he wanted to be could ever coexist with who he was. The one person who's company he actually enjoyed seemed to think he was a girl, and he couldn’t deal with that accusation yet, so he moved on, driving himself back into isolation.

Gretel Mneme, as she grew older, found herself experimenting with the way ahe would present her identity, learning that he found it a lot easier to ignore someone than love them. She knew the people around her found these behaviours “uncomfortable”, “disgusting”, and so she came to know herself as disgusting. For long, painful years, she grappled with the concept of her own being, wondering if she was falling to the evil she read of. The one person who’s company she actually enjoyed seemed to think she was a psychopath, and she couldn’t deal with that accusation yet, so she moved on, driving herself back into isolation.

(I ran out of motivation around here so the quality’s gonna go to shit. sorry in advance.)

It was in the depths of this isolation when Hansel received a letter from something called the “SCP Foundation”, inviting him to join their ranks as a field medic, facing danger head-on to save the lives of others. Making the world safer, just as he had once dreamed of. He enjoyed this new job, he really did, but something was missing. The feeling of dreadful loneliness that hung over his head was still prevalent. He still felt their stares on the back of his head as he modified his uniform every way he could - it was far too masculine for him, it clashed with his very being. Over time, he became resentful of the people around him. He didn’t understand how they thought he didn’t deserve respect too.

It was in the depths of this isolation when Gretel received a letter from something called the “SCP Foundation”, inviting her to join their ranks as a researcher, facing danger head-on to save the lives of others. Making the world safer, just as she had once dreamed of. She enjoyed this new job, she really did, but something was missing. The feeling of dreadful loneliness that hung over her head was still prevalent. She still felt their stares on the back of her head as she dodged her objectives every way she could - it was far too lenient for her, it clashed with her very being. Over time, she became resentful of the people around her. She didn’t understand how they thought these things deserved mercy.

The first time a new beginning became truly possible for Hansel was when someone from an organisation called “VOID” reached out. They gave a counter-offer, ditch the Foundation and become one of us. Find community, find people exactly like you. People who don’t conform. Maybe you’ll find someone more alike than you think. The deliberation process took him a while, he couldn’t decide what was better - after all, he barely knew anything about Void. But, after two long days of weighing his options, he began drafting an acceptance letter, an effort that proved unnecessary. The moment the words “I’ve chosen to accept your offer” graced his screen, he heard a voice just like his own yet far different speak from behind him. “I’m here to pick you up.”

The first time a new beginning became truly possible for Gretel was when someone from an organisation called “VOID” reached out. They gave a counter-offer, ditch the Foundation and become one of us. Find community, find people exactly like you. People who don’t conform. Maybe you’ll find someone more alike than you think. Her answer came to her in no time - after all, she had read plenty about Void. The moment the words “I’ve chosen to accept your offer.” left her mouth, something opened in the floor below her, swallowing her whole. Her first task was two days later, to go pick up a new recruit. So she did, and as she entered she saw someone who looked just like her, yet far different, before her. “I’m here to pick you up.”

- voluntary [x]

- could have been anyone who didn't have to be foundation but it still perfectly works

- I see nothing that fundamentally contradicts any part of void lore.

- only real question is which order they will join.

All in all, it works with void lore.

the plan was to have Gretel be Order 7 since her biggest strength was her knowledge on the human mind, and Hansel would be whichever order is in charge of the physical health of the members

I went Foundation because i’m a basic bitch and it’s the only one i know the first thing about

Order of 12 does medical work for ... the still human personal. [There ain't a lot by void standards but still enough to keep someone very busy].

They are also responsible for psychological treatments of all the people beyond acolytes who have become 100% void and no longer care too much about any type of psychical damage.

oh i have a really good idea now

I look forward to hearing about it.

(I ran out of motivation around here so the quality’s gonna go to shit. sorry in advance.)

- voluntary [x]

- could have been anyone who didn't have to be foundation but it still perfectly works

- I see nothing that fundamentally contradicts any part of void lore.

- only real question is which order they will join.

All in all, it works with void lore.

Greetings, Doctor. It appears you have yet to encounter the VOSMP or VOID, for that matter. We would like you to know this is simply a courtesy; do not read too deep into this message. Should you have any question regarding our organization or should you wish to report any interruptions caused to your work by either of the orders of 1. We will be avail-

Your reading of the e-mail was interrupted by the lights in the whole medical wing flickering and something that feels like an earthquake hitting the site at about the same time.

[OOC]

Everyone else has gotten a much calmer intro; you have rolled the Nat 1 of Intros… or Nat 20 if you like chaos.

Petrichor's hand froze on the mouse as they opened this mail. VOID, texting them of all people? They were just a level 2 internist, what did they do to deserve getting that message?

They didn't even know all that much about VOID and what it really is. All they knew is that they were after Novaetine and Iceb- nevermind.

They didn't want to have any questions if it meant getting their house set on fire as well, nuh-uh!

When the lights flickered, they quickly closed the mail. Better to not risk anything.

Yelling can be heard from the hallway. A second impact shakes the medical wing.

"What the hell, Jenkins!?"

A voice yells clearly, frustrated and loud enough to be heard at the other end the medical wing.

"Orders where to bring the red prices creation back in once piece."

"He is one piece... just a little part of the wall now."

She only slightly failed to hide how funny this was to her.

"Holy shit you 2, then get him out of the damn wall, before Watchpoint or worst EitS notice."

The voices may sound muffled but still decently near. The door still being open may not help either.

Best guess you could make they are all in the hallway.

"You really did a number on the wall."

"Nah, this is nothing. Next time, I should get a running start. Then you see doing 'a number on the wall' looks like. Prox."

[Ooc]

I have noticed a severe lack of new low ranking void, so...

Here are 3 at once.

Petrichor tapped their fingers against the painted desk.

Great.

Seems like they couldn't stay out of it in the end. Dealing with a dangerous GOI is not what they meant when they hoped for more to do during a boring shift.

They stood up and slowly approached the door to the hallway.

They weren't good at this. They were good at handling things calmly and kindly, with a smile on their face, and now-

"Excuse me?"

They peeked out, trying to seem as composed as possible.

The scene is total chaos, 3 people 1 in person in a suit, one more in something that clearly screams GOC tech, akin to an exotic suit, and the last one in military uniform yelling at the last 2.

The reason for the yelling becomes quite apparent quickly as a large chunk of the hallways has cracks now, and there seems a pretty big crater/dent in the wall next to where they are standing.

"Oh great, you both didn't even check if anyone else was here."

The annoyed man in uniform with dimly glowing purple eyes yelled at the other two before properly facing you.

"Greeting foundation employee, do not kind us we are simply removing an issue. With..." he pauses to glare at the other two who both snicker at him.

"Excessive force... I am Ascended Flicker of the order of 1 and supervising these 2 idiots."

The one in the exo waves at you, and an even if slightly distorted cheerful femal voice greets you.

"Hyrbid 4th class Anna Jenkins, nice to meet Order of 10."

The man in the suit bows and chuckles

"Hybird 3rd class, Proxvocalious... prox for short since these morons can not say my name properly. Order of 5."

Petrichor pressed their lips into a tight line as they listened.

"I... Nice to meet you too, but..." they hesitated. "...I'm sort of fresh here and I am unfortunately not familiar with... any of these names or ranks."

They ended up saying, which to them seemed like the most courteous way of voicing that they had no idea what any of these people just said. To them, it was just a bunch of words and numbers, and unfortunately none of them explained the ruined wall.

"May I ask what is the issue that you're trying to remove...?"

The exo suit points inside an almost human shaped hole, and they begin and pull out something that looks at first like a human wearing a dark red metal armor. But the armor at second glance feel fused to them a weird looking sword in hand which clearly has some blood on it.

"Scarlett-"

"Red hostile entities."

The man in the suit interrupts her explanation.

"End of the world cultists with a God that unfortunately listens."

Flicker adds.

"Oh right, you don't get briefed on our ranks... think of me as a lieutenant while those two are effectively a Sergent [4] and corporal [3], respectively."

The woman in the exo appears to be quite annoyed at getting cut off twice, seeming to resist the urge to toss the armored hostile at one of her colleges.

"Order of 10 normally handles security of Humans in void controlled area, but we sometimes get to have fun to do [End of the world prevention."

She adds, sounding as cheerful as before.

"Huh..."

They looked at the red entity with visible interest. They have never seen something like that before. And to think that this cultist was here without their knowledge? Guess that this group wasn't so evil after all if they helped with an intruder.

"So you're the Void group that just mailed me? I see..."

They said that, but, to be very honest, they were still rather lost. Hard not to, if a group of three completely different looking people suddenly starts destroying your workplace.

#ooc tags:#coresvoid #the void #the medbay doctor

"Oh, that thing is run technical by the Order of 7 but supervised by 1."

The man in the suit sighs

"You know that cannot make fucking sense of the Orders if they don't know what a fucking order does right?"

"Then how about you stop being a dick and tell them?"

The exo armor lightly shoves him 40 feet across the hallway... making it pretty easy to imagine how that armored thing ended up in the wall.

"Watch it!"

He rather casually stops the suited man from being tosses any further. Yeah, this guy is definitely less human than the other two.

"The VOSMP is normally our social media branch, so if you have a blog on any website they monitor, they tend to approach you."

"As for why your wall is fucked, it was that or hoping the plasmas shell from the shoulder mounted rail cannon."

he points at the rather large weapon on the already quite large armor.

"It would have looked pretty cool, but "LT" dipshit here didn't give me permission, so that was the easiest way to stop the thing."

"Yes, it would have looked cool and probably punched a whole throughout the whole medical wing."

He sighs before a purple gate opens next to them.

"Jekins, drop the package at the OO1 office! Prox you're on clean up!"

Flicker orders them to do something other than standing out , seeming to finally remember he is in charge.

oh i have a really good idea now

I look forward to hearing about it.

Your reading of the e-mail was interrupted by the lights in the whole medical wing flickering and something that feels like an earthquake hitting the site at about the same time.

[OOC]

Everyone else has gotten a much calmer intro; you have rolled the Nat 1 of Intros… or Nat 20 if you like chaos.

Petrichor's hand froze on the mouse as they opened this mail. VOID, texting them of all people? They were just a level 2 internist, what did they do to deserve getting that message?

They didn't even know all that much about VOID and what it really is. All they knew is that they were after Novaetine and Iceb- nevermind.

They didn't want to have any questions if it meant getting their house set on fire as well, nuh-uh!

When the lights flickered, they quickly closed the mail. Better to not risk anything.

Yelling can be heard from the hallway. A second impact shakes the medical wing.

"What the hell, Jenkins!?"

A voice yells clearly, frustrated and loud enough to be heard at the other end the medical wing.

"Orders where to bring the red prices creation back in once piece."

"He is one piece... just a little part of the wall now."

She only slightly failed to hide how funny this was to her.

"Holy shit you 2, then get him out of the damn wall, before Watchpoint or worst EitS notice."

The voices may sound muffled but still decently near. The door still being open may not help either.

Best guess you could make they are all in the hallway.

"You really did a number on the wall."

"Nah, this is nothing. Next time, I should get a running start. Then you see doing 'a number on the wall' looks like. Prox."

[Ooc]

I have noticed a severe lack of new low ranking void, so...

Here are 3 at once.

Petrichor tapped their fingers against the painted desk.

Great.

Seems like they couldn't stay out of it in the end. Dealing with a dangerous GOI is not what they meant when they hoped for more to do during a boring shift.

They stood up and slowly approached the door to the hallway.

They weren't good at this. They were good at handling things calmly and kindly, with a smile on their face, and now-

"Excuse me?"

They peeked out, trying to seem as composed as possible.

The scene is total chaos, 3 people 1 in person in a suit, one more in something that clearly screams GOC tech, akin to an exotic suit, and the last one in military uniform yelling at the last 2.

The reason for the yelling becomes quite apparent quickly as a large chunk of the hallways has cracks now, and there seems a pretty big crater/dent in the wall next to where they are standing.

"Oh great, you both didn't even check if anyone else was here."

The annoyed man in uniform with dimly glowing purple eyes yelled at the other two before properly facing you.

"Greeting foundation employee, do not kind us we are simply removing an issue. With..." he pauses to glare at the other two who both snicker at him.

"Excessive force... I am Ascended Flicker of the order of 1 and supervising these 2 idiots."

The one in the exo waves at you, and an even if slightly distorted cheerful femal voice greets you.

"Hyrbid 4th class Anna Jenkins, nice to meet Order of 10."

The man in the suit bows and chuckles

"Hybird 3rd class, Proxvocalious... prox for short since these morons can not say my name properly. Order of 5."

Petrichor pressed their lips into a tight line as they listened.

"I... Nice to meet you too, but..." they hesitated. "...I'm sort of fresh here and I am unfortunately not familiar with... any of these names or ranks."

"May I ask what is the issue that you're trying to remove...?"

#coresvoid #the void #the medbay doctor

"Scarlett-"

"Red hostile entities."

The man in the suit interrupts her explanation.

"End of the world cultists with a God that unfortunately listens."

Flicker adds.

"Oh right, you don't get briefed on our ranks... think of me as a lieutenant while those two are effectively a Sergent [4] and corporal [3], respectively."

The woman in the exo appears to be quite annoyed at getting cut off twice, seeming to resist the urge to toss the armored hostile at one of her colleges.

"Order of 10 normally handles security of Humans in void controlled area, but we sometimes get to have fun to do [End of the world prevention."

She adds, sounding as cheerful as before.

That has me thinking, what if there was like a pair of “twins” but they were actually different universes’ versions of the same person?? Like Levia-Behemo style? Would that be possible??

More than possible. Since the whole universe hopping is voids MO...

You may need to figure out which order.

Unless you plan to make them super new joins, aka people who are yet to find out which order they should and want to work for.

Your reading of the e-mail was interrupted by the lights in the whole medical wing flickering and something that feels like an earthquake hitting the site at about the same time.

[OOC]

Everyone else has gotten a much calmer intro; you have rolled the Nat 1 of Intros… or Nat 20 if you like chaos.

Petrichor's hand froze on the mouse as they opened this mail. VOID, texting them of all people? They were just a level 2 internist, what did they do to deserve getting that message?

They didn't even know all that much about VOID and what it really is. All they knew is that they were after Novaetine and Iceb- nevermind.

They didn't want to have any questions if it meant getting their house set on fire as well, nuh-uh!

When the lights flickered, they quickly closed the mail. Better to not risk anything.

Yelling can be heard from the hallway. A second impact shakes the medical wing.

"What the hell, Jenkins!?"

A voice yells clearly, frustrated and loud enough to be heard at the other end the medical wing.

"Orders where to bring the red prices creation back in once piece."

"He is one piece... just a little part of the wall now."

She only slightly failed to hide how funny this was to her.

"Holy shit you 2, then get him out of the damn wall, before Watchpoint or worst EitS notice."

The voices may sound muffled but still decently near. The door still being open may not help either.

Best guess you could make they are all in the hallway.

"You really did a number on the wall."

"Nah, this is nothing. Next time, I should get a running start. Then you see doing 'a number on the wall' looks like. Prox."

[Ooc]

I have noticed a severe lack of new low ranking void, so...

Here are 3 at once.

Petrichor tapped their fingers against the painted desk.

Great.

Seems like they couldn't stay out of it in the end. Dealing with a dangerous GOI is not what they meant when they hoped for more to do during a boring shift.

They stood up and slowly approached the door to the hallway.

They weren't good at this. They were good at handling things calmly and kindly, with a smile on their face, and now-

"Excuse me?"

They peeked out, trying to seem as composed as possible.

#ooc tags:#coresvoid #the void #the medbay doctor

The scene is total chaos, 3 people 1 in person in a suit, one more in something that clearly screams GOC tech, akin to an exotic suit, and the last one in military uniform yelling at the last 2.

The reason for the yelling becomes quite apparent quickly as a large chunk of the hallways has cracks now, and there seems a pretty big crater/dent in the wall next to where they are standing.

"Oh great, you both didn't even check if anyone else was here."

The annoyed man in uniform with dimly glowing purple eyes yelled at the other two before properly facing you.

"Greeting foundation employee, do not kind us we are simply removing an issue. With..." he pauses to glare at the other two who both snicker at him.

"Excessive force... I am Ascended Flicker of the order of 1 and supervising these 2 idiots."

The one in the exo waves at you, and an even if slightly distorted cheerful femal voice greets you.

"Hyrbid 4th class Anna Jenkins, nice to meet Order of 10."

The man in the suit bows and chuckles

"Hybird 3rd class, Proxvocalious... prox for short since these morons can not say my name properly. Order of 5."

any physical features i should be sure to include or can i kind of go mad with it?

Purple eyes are a given, and if you need a little more info

#coresvoid info

Contains more lore bits are are needed for void character creation.

I have been mostly too lazy to post the lore doc since I am not fully done yet to writing everything in a ... It's not terrible to read format down.

But if it is someone who joined void super super recently.

Even that feature can be missing.

Acolytes take a few ... accidents to propper become void as you can pretty much go wild.

hmm, what if i made a void oc? i’m curious of your permissions

As long as you're willing, too ask and try to line up the basics of lore.... go right ahead.

Your reading of the e-mail was interrupted by the lights in the whole medical wing flickering and something that feels like an earthquake hitting the site at about the same time.

[OOC]

Everyone else has gotten a much calmer intro; you have rolled the Nat 1 of Intros… or Nat 20 if you like chaos.

Petrichor's hand froze on the mouse as they opened this mail. VOID, texting them of all people? They were just a level 2 internist, what did they do to deserve getting that message?

They didn't even know all that much about VOID and what it really is. All they knew is that they were after Novaetine and Iceb- nevermind.

They didn't want to have any questions if it meant getting their house set on fire as well, nuh-uh!

When the lights flickered, they quickly closed the mail. Better to not risk anything.

#coresvoid #the void #VOSMP

Yelling can be heard from the hallway. A second impact shakes the medical wing.

"What the hell, Jenkins!?"

A voice yells clearly, frustrated and loud enough to be heard at the other end the medical wing.

"Orders where to bring the red prices creation back in once piece."

"He is one piece... just a little part of the wall now."

She only slightly failed to hide how funny this was to her.

"Holy shit you 2, then get him out of the damn wall, before Watchpoint or worst EitS notice."

The voices may sound muffled but still decently near. The door still being open may not help either.

Best guess you could make they are all in the hallway.

"You really did a number on the wall."

"Nah, this is nothing. Next time, I should get a running start. Then you see doing 'a number on the wall' looks like. Prox."

[Ooc]

I have noticed a severe lack of new low ranking void, so...

Here are 3 at once.

#coresvoid #the void

oohh voiiiddd!! ever heard of jules moreau? @/gunsandred? you should go piss him off. he’s so ragebaitable. hates women and gay people if you’ve got any lesbians in your ranks…

Dear anon

Under normal circumstances, the VOSMP does not go out of their way to antagonize individual foundation employees.

As for the second part... with the sheer numbers of employees, it would be hard not to find a few million.

We will continue to monitor the individual in question, but I think we know the right group of people to forward your request too.

Best regards

Lockbox

Order of 2, ascended

hello...,,,,.., this is a very dumb question but i genuienely have no idea what/who you guys are , if you're related to the scp foundation at all? im unsure if this is an official GOI (group of interest) or a fanmade one so I hope you can provide the necessary info 👍

[Ooc]

Greets void mod here,

To answer the questions one by one.

Voids' origins and the SCP Foundation are related, but frankly, they have shown up in more place than that.

They are not on the wiki, mostly due to my long standing [disagreements] with some people. But we all know the rules on Canon or official.

Related to the foundation... more in origin than anything else.

Void has been my pet project of since today, 10 years. It's been around the block a bit, but all in all, not knowing them is almost the point. Considering both who/what they do and what they do.

Best regards

Void mod.

simoninthewater

Me asf watching PTG interact with my blog and im not breaking down crying anymore knowing that chud is like, the roleplayer i look up to?

professional-tough-guy

ihearthalflife

I throw upe when ptg interacts with my blog

ptg, halflife, tarn, medbay, void i get scared when any one of these interact with me i WILL get booed off stage for sending an ask

You won't get booed of stage, you got nothing to worry about.

simoninthewater

we're friendly

I wouldn't go that far, but they won't be booed of stage.

simoninthewater

Me asf watching PTG interact with my blog and im not breaking down crying anymore knowing that chud is like, the roleplayer i look up to?

professional-tough-guy

ihearthalflife

I throw upe when ptg interacts with my blog

ptg, halflife, tarn, medbay, void i get scared when any one of these interact with me i WILL get booed off stage for sending an ask

You won't get booed of stage, you got nothing to worry about.

So fucking sick of being a DM. i spend my time planning these sessions i made a whole fucking glyph system, I MADE A WHOLE MAGIC SYSTEM. just for my players to shit on the npcs and demand i railroad them into a plot line i literally cannot continue until they do something they refuse to do (Actually Fucking Roleplay). You asked for a campaign. I spent my time writing one. Can you stop calling all my villains emo. Can you stop writing porn. I just want to make something you enjoy. If you’re not having fun I’ll quit. I’ll stop if you want me to.

I thought those kinds of horror parties only existed in the tales, but I guess I was wrong.

On a more serious note, it's quite tragic to hear, especially as a DM of 6 years myself who frankly had his on share of issues.

Players unwilling to engage in RP certainly feel a little out of place in a TT [R] PG. I would hope that they will improve, however unlikely it may be.

This does leave me with 2 questions, the first one being, are you playing with friends or randoms? The second being is this the first time, or have they acted like this all the time?

[Best regards Void mod]

#ooc post

Hii. Bored as hell, anyone free?

-C.S ;p

The shape of adjutant forms... though for once, his coat is a little messy and smells a little burned.

"Ah, sorry for thr delay, I was following my therapist's advice and purging another UIDs Site 65 of all life."

His tone remains casual for this little explanation. He sits down on the first table he can find.

"How can I be of service."

Neat. As I say, I am so bored and a lot of people don’t really want to speak to me for whatever reason. Harassing new agents gets a bit tired after a while, and with such a big organisation SOMEONE’S bound to be up for a conversation. Soo, anything important happen?

"Other than me having to save one of your favorite punching bags."

He smiles wide

"After Weaver so confidently walked up to the core and made her demand. Loyalist the shard of the Order of 1 wanted to very kindly dislodge her head from her shoulders and her soul from yes."

He chuckles

"Turns out making a demand to voids founder/god tends to be considered heresy by the hardliners. Who could have known?"

You know what, that is exactly the kind of thing she’d do. I mean, she probably didn’t KNOW Mann was the founder, but either way… Thanks for the favour. Honestly, if she does die, I’ll just drag her back. Should be light work for a fresh corpse. Only reason there’s problems with the other one is because of how long they’d been gone. The soul starts to leach out into the soil after a while.

"I also put my money on Loyalists not leaving it a just killing. He tends to go the extra mile to make sure people don't come back."

He then shrugs and sighs

"I may have annoyed the old man into helping hosting an event from the last, the grand Foundation ball, bit problem is he now expects me to take someone there."

He hops of the desk and sits down on a chair

"Everyone is supposed to take a +1, and I know damn well my old man won't live me this down if I come solo."

He moves on

"Oh right, the VOSMP has finally said hi to that other researcher, so it seems to be on your case. Seems loyalists put a ban on going after you simply because Weaver pissed him off."

(Solstice laughs, an echoing, lighthearted snicker.)

Wonderful to hear you’re not out for me, thanks. That one, she’s a piece of work for someone who relies on exploitation rather than brute force.

You know, I could come with you if you really wanted.

"Would piss the old man certain off, considering he doesn't actually believe I could convince anyone to join me there."

He smiles a little less smugly for once.

"Also would spare me never hearing the end of it from Dead man, aka my older brother. Though I am certain he will have things to say none the less. But none the less, I certainly wouldn't mind taking you there. But moving on from that."

He motions into the air.

"I will say if you're looking for someone to mess with, agent Aurora is quite fun to mess with and Marrow can give you a good reaction if you're willing to push her for a bit too long."

He closes his 2 glowing eyes for a second

"Neither of them sucks particularly as a person, but if you plan to entertain yourself, they are valid picks."

I don’t just fuck with people for the sake of it, they have to actually warrant it. Like, Weaver for example. Dickhead. Deserves it. I think I did go for Marrow at one point? Ended up backing off though, cause she actually doesn’t want to hurt people. Seems to just want love.

He chuckles, though a bit more smugness leaves his face.

"Damn, and here I assume you used the whole going after terrible people just as pretenses. I admit I am a little surprised."

He isn't lying this time.

"Well then, even if he ain't foundation Gallant will be a prime Target and frankly I cannot find a version of Iceberg that doesn't suck."

He shrugs a little

"Legally, I would probably count as well. Of course, the council will suck no matter what you do."

He pauses noticing he was a little to honest for a second.

"Squires is... idk if he is just miserable or an asshole. Maybe both."

No, no, I was serious. The last person before this lot was an embezzler. Only “corrupt” part about me is that I make it hurt, and even then, ain’t that the point?

(She gives a nod at his suggestions.)

Gallant.. he’s with Tarn, isn’t he? Yeah, Tarn himself isn’t the best now that I think about it. Maybe he is worthy of joining the list.

// @simoninthewater

"He was with tarn and has one hell of a track record from what I recall. Pretty much everything abusive you can think off."

He sighs a little, glad that his previous comment was overlooked.

"As for Tarn... I'm not sure how much is being miserable and how much is to be a bad person."

He pours 2 glasses of the same drink from last time.

"But speaking of bad person, 'Weaver'! didn't she have a younger brother? Or did i get something wrong on that front."

(They draw in a sharp breath.)

Yeah, if I can get my hands on him.. Oh, you’re right! She did. I actually threatened to bring him back to life not long ago.

He laughs a bit, though it's definitely no longer mocking.

"I did imply either of us would at some point a bit ago myself. As for gallant, honestly, there are few people with less remorse. And I know both of them."

Yeah, it might be a bit difficult, but it’ll certainly have good payoff. You know what would be so funny though? Telling her he’s back as normal and then it’s just a soulless pile of meat.

(He imitates her tone.)

“I won’t accept any gift coming from someone like you.”

"I feel it would hurt her ego, more to bring them back fully normal and to make yourself his savor and / or friend. I am pretty sure that would drive her insane quite a lot more than just the soulless pile of meat."

His expression reverts to his usual smugness as he kicks back in the chair.

"Her paranoia would probably do more damage than either of us could."

See, that’s what I did for the other one and it actually didn’t work as well as you’d think. Left the injuries there and all just to add to the guilt factor. To be fair though, Weaver tears herself apart just by being her. I think she’d find a way to make either one worse.

(A flick of annoyance crosses their face for half a second.)

"Well, it sounded like a good plan to me, kinds surprised that it didn't work that well last time."

He pauses annoyed sharing in their frustration.

"I think your idea may suck for them more, but honestly, it seems they really are like the old man. Always looking at their goals and nothing else."

He seems almost bothered by the idea.

"I can tell why you hate her guts so much. This makes me wonder, do you think she cares what the council or the rest of the foundation think off her and her work?"

She’s made it clear she doesn’t. You know why I hate her so much? She comes here just to try to contain or more likely kill me and then does literally everything she accuses me of doing. If she was a god too I guarantee she’d be much worse a person than I am.

"If she was, she would probably have the grand pleasure of meeting Militant and shortly after being a distant memory."

"I guess to her ,the ends justify all means. Makes me genuinely feel like ordering one of the Militants people to serve as personal security for that one you brought back. Just so Weaver can no longer use threats. Just to spite her, that is."

Oh, no need, honestly. Last time I just threatened her and she left pretty quick.

You know, it’s pretty hard to be open when your whole existence is defined by deception.

He sighs a lot deeper than before.

"Yes, it is. Neither before nor during void was it ever easy. So, not that much changed from my old job to void in that end."

The usual smirk finally vanishes, leaving an uncharacteristically neutral expression behind.

You know, if you've been doing the whole vulnerability thing, I’ll tell you something. A while ago I was talking to Mortis and I offered her SCP-3634, the truth corkscrew thing, and then she told me to drink it and for some reason I did. I’m genuinely not sure why and it’s been bugging me for ages. I’m sure there was no external influence either.

"Maybe you just felt like talking honestly with someone. Perhaps you wanted to see if it would properly work on you? Maybe acting 24/7 is too much for anyone. But I wouldn't know how normal people work. So take this with a grain fo salt"

"I find it actually nice to run into someone I can relate to."

He pauses longer than he planned, too.

"Ah well, I can say this, I think.... do you know how I refer to the founder as the old man? Or father sometimes. That's not entirely accurate. Both dead man and myself are more pieces of his original mind. After being around for a little too long, we both became actual people with our own personalities. Yet the basic emotions/memories we were built around never really went away. While dead man got a lot of positives, I got spite and a few others."

He pauses.

"OK, now I feel a little strange, I don't recall telling that story ever. <Pause> actually, I don't think l asked how you came to be a God. Were you born into the role, or did you rise to the position?"

Huh.. I get what you mean. Maybe I did just want to test it. I guess I’m kind of in the same boat. I was born human, and then I met my guardian angel as I call them, and they gave me the chance to become this. So I ditched who I used to be, replaced myself and the old Dichotomy at the same time by combining my spirit with their essence, a pure deity of course, and became what was at the time referred to as a perfect balance between humanity and godhood.

And then over time I slowly phased out the humanity. Lost that part of me. I’m not sure what happened to it, to her. The remnants of who I used to be.

"Doesn't sound like a particularly enjoyable time either."

He remembers the drinks he brought and finds himself reaching for his glass.

"So what do we do now? I don't think either of us is used to these kinds of conversations."

[...]

"Now that I remember, I feel obligated to at least offer it. If this whole God business doesn't pan out. Consider giving the eldritch Organization business a try. You already have enough eyes for it."

He manages a quiet chuckle.

(They grab her own drink, offering a toast.)

Honestly, it was fun. I’ve been in the business for decades, I’m sure it’ll go down fine. Not particularly looking for much.

He carefully clicks the glasses together, accepting the offer.

"We should meet for drinks more often. Perhaps with a bit of delay between the more serious conversations."

The grin that normally is plastered on his face and was missing a bit ago is replaced with a calmer smile.

"Oh, and forgot to mention that Tarn person has semi joined void. On their way to becoming proper void, so try not to completely overdo it on bullying them aight?"

He chuckles a little.

We shouuld. Yeah, got it, I’m more gonna focus on Gallant anyway.

"Wonderful to hear that, that goes for both. I'll bring some new drinks next time."

"Anything else come to mind? Otherwise, i might just stay in this office a few more minutes before i go back to cleaning up after dead mans adopted kid."

Eh, not much. Exceept to tell you, do whatever you like with Weaver. If it’s too bad I’ll just fix it. If you want something to do instead of maid work, she’s all yours.