outer gods.

sideblog RP acct for Fate/ group OC, nyarlathotep

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" you're always so painfully curious when it comes to my work ... " they can also tell when nyarlathotep is watching. he is much like a black cat --- sitting in the shadows with its wandering eyes. the lostbelt master would also, if slightly, wish the outer being wouldn't use their chair as an arm rest. " it casts difficulty on my focus . " with a sigh, 24 would lean back in their seat ; raising a hand to push a piece of hair from the god's face. " what do you need of me ? "

Painful, difficult; all are accurate enough evaluations of him. Not that Nyarlathotep cares if he’s a burden. He’ll stay where he is, continue scanning idly over 24′s head. “It’s the kind of thing that’s useful for me to know.” It wouldn’t be necessary if 24 weren’t so cagey or if their affairs didn’t so often affect Nyarlathotep, but unfortunately for both of them, that’s not the case. So if he wants to see what 24 is up to, this is the best way. Someone has to be on top of things for the ambivalent side.

He allows them to brush his hair back, though he does raise a skeptical eyebrow at the action. What’s this, some sign of affection? Faked or otherwise, that’s rather bold for a mere human to be displaying. (His teeth are sharp, if he so chose he could catch their finger betwixt fangs, bite it in half like celery and swallow the evidence. They’ll be lucky for now that no blood of theirs is spilled for the audacity.) “You know, if you really wanted research, I could take you to an even better place.” The Library of Yith isn’t hard to reach, after all. But that’s not the answer to what they asked-- it would be more fun for Nyarlathotep, though, than sitting here and watching 24 do whatever pointlessness they’ve gotten interested in now. “Failing that? I met some new people. I want to know what you know about them. I want what you even plan on doing here. I want quite a lot of things. Hurry it up and plunge the world into chaos already, will you? Else I’ll get bored with just Nidhogg to play with.”

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oleanderline‌.

“Fail-proof doesn’t beat human stubbornness. Or whatever becoming accustomed to patterns is.”

A sigh – they make a gesture with their hands, mimicking throwing something. Why they’re bothering with this explanation, they don’t know: burning time, perhaps.

“Yeet. It’s like when you throw something and watch it fly. Another word for banishing, is used as a verb, and can be used in past or present tense.”

“Oh! Something new, how fun. The dreamers I talk to get so stuffy, there’s not much slang among them. So-” He materializes something in his hand, something with a flash of gold. He tosses it as hard as he can, and it disappears into the distance before falling. “Like that. Yeet. Hm!” This is certainly something he could annoy 24 with. And thus, a good thing to learn! 

“You can’t watch your own thoughts fly, though. You’re only a modern mage, no? You feel like a proxy.” Something off about them, but certianly not a Servant.

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ALIAS: while speaking with people outside of Yggdrasil, Nyarlathotep introduces himself as Keziah, caster class. This is to keep his proper identity safe in the event of rumor coming out to the Chaldeans. Nyarlathotep does fully plan on the Chaldeans learning his name, but he wants it to be through his own dramatics rather than them being forewarned.

Keziah is the name of a witch who once contracted to Nyarlathotep and Shub, and who stood out mostly because she stayed as a worshipper for many hundreds of years and it’s a very unusual name which would fit better with Nyarlathotep’s unusual appearance. He doesn’t care at all it’s a woman’s name. Caster-class also comes because Nyarlathotep is clearly capable of magic of some sort and Keziah is the name of a witch, so it seems the most logical class.

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oleanderline‌.

“The etch-a-sketch method works just fine, thank you.”

It really does work – for however long they need it to, at least. And they are not so quick to lay their thoughts in the hands of others.

“I have to yeet things out somehow. That happens to be the most effective manner.”

“Foo. Mages are always hesitant around new things, aren’t they? Even if my methods are fail-proof.” A huff. Probably for the best... if ‘the best’ means their survival rather than Nyarlathotep’s entertainment. “Branch out a little some time. ...Yeet? That’s a new one.”

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oleanderline‌.

“The prize is clearing my thoughts, which worked!”

Their tone is polite and cheerful, if guarded: a little stiff and stuffy, perhaps (at least they’ve got manners).

“Shaking my head around like that makes whatever’s in it pop right out.”

“That’s a waste of some perfectly useful thoughts. If you’re that worried, though, I know a much better way to get whatever thoughts you need out, out.” Look, he’s so helpful.

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Sometimes you just gotta shake your head like an etch-a-sketch and start over.

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   “What’s that gesture for? Either a prize is gonna come out or you’re trying to snap it off... in which case, you have to be more authoritative with it.”

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“Hearing about the Babylon singularity is soooooo fun! It’s so touching that the mother goddess made her new humanity in my image~. It’s lovely to be recognized, maybe I should pay her a visit sometime to congratulate her on her good taste.”

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claimyourfuture‌.

Ruins and sand, cracks in the earth and a suffocating amount of mana in the air, threatening to crush her, smother her, break her bones. One step at a time, Naomi walks, looking for any sign of civilization, but all that meets her eye are marble, sandstone, temples that once stood proudly but now stand as silent grave markers. She is lost– profoundly lost, without even the means to contact the other members of the Chaldea party. 

She is both relieved and put on edge when a figure walks into existence, fabric and gold a sharp contrast to the lifeless surroundings. She comes to a stop and pulls down the mana-blocking scarf from around her cheeks. “You could say that.” ‘Troubled’ and ‘wanderer’ are both descriptors she could use for herself at this point, yes. “It seems that my instruments won’t work here. Are you to blame?” 

“Nope! Goodness, what an honour to be accused of having that much power.” He sighs as if wistful, gazing off somewhere in middle distance before flicking his gaze back to her. Of course-- he’s a god, he never truly contained himself, so he could if he wanted to. But what’s the use in telling the truth! “It’s the atmosphere of this place. Truly, enough mana to tickle even my nose.” Also bullshit.

Nyarlathotep smiles at her, holding out a hand casually as an offer for introduction. “You can call me Keziah! Caster-class. I’ve been walking around this place for a few days, it really is a mess here. Who might you be, a scientist? I do love the engineer types.” There’s no reason to pretend he’s not a Servant, nor is Nyarlathotep ever keen to-- it’s beneath him to act like he’s not powerful, but he will steal names of followers and mix around classes for fun.

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@duomori // ilu2 masta

They got his note and they don’t even have the spunk to chide him! What a let down, where’s the get-up-and-go from this mage? Whatever. Nyarlathotep didn’t exactly put much effort into that instance of being a nuisance, so he’ll allow it to slip by without comment when he does waltz his way into the room 24′s occupying and complain at them.

“I’m bored. I heard something interesting from Lenore (or whatever alias she uses with you) earlier, and I think it’s about time I make the towns’ life a little harder.” There’s chaos going on down there that he didn’t breed, apparently, and Nyarlathotep doesn’t like that.         Well, no. He does like that. He also wants to get in on it, though.

And here Nyarlathotep drapes himself over the back of 24′s chair, paying no heed to the mage’s personal space. (If anything, they should be thankful he’s graced them with his holy presence and deigned to spare their sanity.)

Gaze drifts to the screen before them, a row of faces that Nyarlathotep doesn’t particularly care about. He might choose to care about them, though, if they’re people that don’t exactly need to be alive.       “--Hey, is that something?” He’ll go run torture-errands, if that’s the case. He can’t just spend all day raising fungi and invading Nidhogg’s personal space, after all. Some time has to be made for torturing humans who hoped for better lives.

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someone enable me. who wants to write with nyarly. if i rb’d an ask meme would anyone want to send some shit?? idk?? i want to write a Nastee Boye

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licntari‌.

     – tch. not like it mattered, she thought. “ if you really wish to know, there was an attack on the east side of the village, “ she speaks, “ there’s fifty-three injured and four dead as a result. one of the villagers that fought off the attackers asked me to kill him so he wouldn’t suffer anymore. of course, i had to respect this wish. “

     – the foreigner sighs. “ as for the attackers, one of the wounded scouts described one of the enemies as a young girl holding an axe. a few names come to mind regarding her identity, but i intend to return to the village to seek more information. “

“Huh, it’s already come to that.” Nyarlathotep pouts, over-exaggerated to emphasize it’s facetious. 

Still, though, fifty-three hurt by... presumably an interloper? That’s certainly a quick turnaround, someone already out to interfere with this doomed corner of reality. Nyarlathotep heaves a sigh, then hops off the table, landing lightly on his toes.

“You think it’s a Servant? With only four dead, I’m not sure, but. Hm!” The god stretches, hands up above his head before dropping them and taking on a much perkier expression. “Maybe she likes holding herself back~. Do you want me to come with you? I could use a walk, and hunting down some stranger sounds pretty fun!” Hunting is the intentional term-- enemies will be consumed.

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licntari‌.

    – the edge of the foreigner’s lips twitch slightly as she’s greeted in such a way. then again, this was the norm in the alcove. “ it’s lenore, darling, “ she responds with sarcasm, “ as for 24′s location, thank you for the information. but i’d like to wait until their return unless you want to know what i have to say, “ the woman speaks up, gloved hand placed ‘pon her slender torso.

    –  “ i’m in a rather sour mood at the moment, i had to put some buffoon out of their… pathetic existence, “ lenore retorts; a blunt explanation but a valid excuse. “ it was that or watching them suffer. “  

Sarcasm noted and ignored. She doesn’t play nice, and Nyarlathotep can’t find it within himself to care about that right now. “Ah, yes, Lenore. Do forgive me.” He can play up the decorum, emphasizing the syllables until it’s clearly facetious.

Unless he wants to know. Hm! He always wants to know. Knowledge does one nothing but good. Even seemingly useless knowledge; if it’s being offered up to him, Nyarlathotep won’t refuse that libation.

“Why not? I could be curious, and we’re all on the same side.” More or less. Maybe. If one is generous with the idea of sides. “Oh, mercy and all that. Who did you kill? It’s no use being sad over a mortal, you know. They were going to die soon enough anyways.” Humans, always brief, transient little things! Who cares if one dies before their time-- cut short or not, their life spans are mere blinks to the cosmos. Pity is just a waste of time.

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eschatn‌.

ah , he is used to the cold , cold things left for him ( for that mortal who claimed divinity was cold , for the dying roots of the yggdrasil were cold — ) , he cannot help but startle for but a moment at the feeling of something warm . a head or not — crimson eyes narrow before jaw unhinges , unearthly , unholy . horrific & divine , the head is swallowed whole , an eerie silence before he spoke .          ❛ anything warm tastes funny , ❜ 

❛ i have lived on the bodies of the dead , the cold dead — where did you get that ? surely not … that resourceful midgard mage still has their head , yes ? ❜ 

He watches without a sliver of fear or disgust (it’s interest, appreciation that gleams in Nyarlathotep’s gaze as he watches the human facsimile bend and stretch nightmarishly, consume the corpse). Delightful, such a charming little monstrosity he’s in the company of.

“Huh, really? I guess that experiment is a lost one.” Oh well! There’s always time for more. “Warm food is the best, though. I lived on ice wastes for a good long time, the living sacrifices and nightmares of the living are such a better gift than the flesh of the forgotten dead. Do you want me to bring you more fresh snacks?” He can! It’s a little like bribery... but anything that makes humanity scared or upset fuels Nyarlathotep just fine, and getting in Nidhogg’s good graces is only a further perk.

He laughs, waves a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, Nidhogg. The mage is still around to yammer and feed you. This was just one of my sacrifices.” He beams toothily at Nidhogg. Look at him, out here and sharing things. (Doing so isn’t that alien to Nyarlathotep, at least not to fellow abominations.)

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@claimyourfuture

It’s a rare occasion that Nyarlathotep bothers to go out among the common rabble without a plan for his chaos, but the rumors of a new interloper are too interesting to resist. The temptation of something new, a wanderer to impress.

She’s lost in the ruins, which isn’t shocking. The pharaoh materializes in a flouncing of fabrics, layers of shawl materializing over his shoulders, the jangle of golden bangles springing into existence. Nyarlathotep smiles at her, leaning casually against the building he appeared before. (The flair for dramatics has never really left him-- why bother being subtle.)

“A wanderer lost in the desolation. How nostalgic~.” Not in any good way, of course. Nyarlathotep was never the one lost, but sending humans upon hallucinatory trips through nonexistence is a hobby of his. So he’s content to watch this woman struggle. “Who might you be? You’re not a face I know. Are you here to come help the plight of the unfortunate souls trapped within the tree base? Or a troubled wanderer yourself?” Sweet-tongues, can sound perfectly genuine with the concern that drips from his words.

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@licntari // poe time

He sits atop a table in the alcove 24 declared a meeting space, his legs crossed and paying no regard for the paper underneath him. Obviously snooping, though with such a cavalier and dismissive attitude that his flicking aimlessly through a phone he found somewhere could barely be called spying. The arrival of a guest attracts first Nyarlathotep’s attention and then his fanged grin. “Well, hello there, if it isn’t everyone’s favourite young lady. What was it? Elanore? Leona?” She introduced herself as Lenore, he knows that, he just doesn’t feel like dignifying it.

Nyarlathotep leans back, propped on his hand behind him, and squints amiably, cat-like, at her. “24 is out right now, you’ll have to leave a message. And you’re in the presence of a god, you know, the least you could do is perk up a little when you say hello.”

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stats for a nasty man

PASSIVE SKILLS: Madness Enhancement EX

a creature who finds human morals and sanity not only incomprehensible but antithetical to its being. ups attack. EX rank can cause a seemingly ‘contagious’ effect to living things near Nyarlathotep for extended amounts of time, depending on strength of will and magic resistance.

Divinity A

Not EX due to being a lower rank outer god and manifested in a form the earth can handle as a Servant. increase damage done.

Territory Creation A

The ability to alter the surrounding environment. Ups arts performance. 

ACTIVE SKILLS:

Shapeshifting

removes debuff, medium chance to stun enemies

Secrets of the Book

Greatly increases NP gauge

Outer God

Gain large amount of crit stars

NOBLE PHANTASM: WOULDNT YOU LIKE TO KNOW (its a secret, he does have one planned he just aint tellin)