Armageddon

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           They call me a G O D but I am nothing so trivial.                          I am a FORCE of N A T U R E.                                                         I exist whether you BELIEVE                                    OR NOT.

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wow i forgot how good slay it is. 

how did i forget that.

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@forceawakencd

                        “Dangerous place for a young woman to be wandering.”

           Booted feet carried him across the old durasteel, his deep voice echoing in the hollow expanse of the fallen ship. It was a relic of an older age; a blink in the eye of Solnaer, but long enough for the Empire to be a pale imitation of what it used to be. He didn’t care for this galaxy’s petty internal conflict; aware that eventually they would destroy themselves all on their own. He needed to do nothing but watch and wait. Solnaer enjoyed this anonymous wandering, which was how he had found himself among these ruins in the sand dunes of Jakku.

          Finding this woman with such intriguing presence was simply a treat; a surprise. He had thought the people in this realm couldn’t possess such magic.

                            “You might find yourself...trapped.”

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zzapzzaptasers:

“I didn’t say anything or imply anything about you being a criminal. You said that, man, that was all you.”

Lesser or smarter Darcy was not, and she stood infront of him at her full five foot five inches in height, short but trying so hard not to be, like a bird puffing itself up in the face of perceived adversity. And it has to be perceived, a figment of her own thoughts because what of this man has been threatening or menacing? But the smirk that grows on his face is maddening and she can feel her stomach turn over with animosity, her skin ripple with the adrenaline that comes only with a body-shaking rage, fueled by each syllable that falls from his lips (and she’s mesmerized by that, too, the way he speaks and moves and how fluid it is - not an attraction of a physical type, but a strange aesthetic appreciation that is both intoxicating and infuriating).

But her red lip lifts in a sneer and she snorts, taking another careful step closer.

“Okay, I mean, I don’t think you can do that? Like, whatever,man, but that sounds fake.”

Like something somebody not from Earth or this time would say and Darcy’s thoughts turn again towards alien and space and things of ancient stars and planets, burning and fizzling and moving through the firmament.

Like a giant, raging, douche of a comet.

That’s what he reminds her of, Darcy realizes. A flaming meteor with the most asshole of intentions, like the one that killed the dinosaurs. He felt like he could kill the dinosaurs.

Asshole.

“Were you supposed to meet your friend here or are you creeping on them, too? Because, seriously, just looking around for somebody in New York is dumb. There’s like eight and a half million people who live here and that’s not counting tourists.”

               He sighed as if he were dealing with a small child that needed to be explained a subject as slow and careful as possible. Solnaer could feel his magic further twisting with the woman’s heightened emotions. He almost considered pushing it further, seeing how far her anger could take her and how long until she broke from the sheer maddening hate. To do so would bring attention to him, and he would rather keep his current level of anonymity. Magic still tingled under his skin, and would continue to do so until she was well out of his range. This kind of insidious infiltration of the senses had been unintentional, but satisfying in a similar way punching someone’s face in alleviated tension.

                           “Not necessarily,” Solnaer said, “Harassment does have its legal repercussions. Perhaps my wording simply...isn’t as precise as I would like it to be.”

                 It was surprising what a little push of his magic could do in any situation; including legal ones. Solnaer was aware enough of the laws in this world--he had to be. It was what kept him dormant for the first year upon arriving. It wouldn’t do to make himself appear any more than human. 

                          “If you’re looking in the entire city, I would have to agree. But I do believe there are such things as neighborhoods and streets,” Solnaer shook his head, “I think you’ll have to try harder if you wish to make me look stupid and you’re still wasting my precious time. I’ve yet to see your worth, so I suggest you move on.” The unsaid threat was there, hung between them.

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“Rules”: repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, feel free to add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

tagged by: zzapzzaptasers

BASICS

Name: Solnaer Age: old as balls. upper thousands. Birthdate: he doesn’t even remember. Species: God-Spirit Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual/Panromantic Profession: Was once a military general, now he pretends to be a wealthy businessman, but mostly his ‘job’ is destroy the universe so.

PHYSICAL ASPECTS

Hair: Black, straight. Eyes: red Skin: dark russet Height: 6′6 Weight: 182 lbs

FAMILY

Siblings: Jastfaer (twin; deceased) Parents: High Chief Alferei (father, decased) Second High Chief Sulmak (mother) Grandparents: Geirja, Chelu (mother’s side), Ivai, Memnaer (father’s side) Other Relatives: he considered those of the council his family, so Valden, Eleste etc Any Pets?:  He had a dragon, but it was more of a bff not a pet.

SKILLS

Abilities: Non-special: hunter, expert fighter; created own fighting style, orator. Special: Can use various magics (including, but not limited to: energy weapon creation, summoning fire as both offensive, defensive and practical uses; called the Phoenix, limited teleportation short distances, drawing in energy to shield body), Manipulate negative emotions to such an extent he can cause total chaos, destroy planets. Hobbies: reading, manipulating people, food tasting, fighting, creating new magics, sports, listening to music.

TRAITS

—— Positive —— Patient, optimistic, observant, ambitious. —— Negative —— Aggressive, arrogant, manipulative, stubborn, domineering.

LIKES

Colors: gray, brown, black, blue. Smells: freshly cut grass, summer blossoms, blood, burning wood. Textures: Liquid soap, silk, the fur on a dog’s ears, expensive paper. Drinks: any type of alcohol, tea, water, almond milk

OTHER DETAILS

Smokes?: nope Drugs: when he was young and still fighting in a tribe sure. Driver License: he gets the equivalent of one everywhere he goes. Ever Been Arrested?: hahaha no,

DONE! Now tag other 15 people to do it! (only if you wanna):

i dont even follow 15 ppl here.

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*blows a kiss into the forest* for the elves

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+        He loved Eleste. Not in the same way that he loved Veria, but he had loved her. She was the kindest of them all, but also the most ruthless. She understood his rage, and his conflict, but had so much more patience than he did. He thought Eleste may have known the road he was going to take. She spoke with the Eternity Spirit, knew it’s true form, knew so much more than Valden or any of them. 

           If he regretted anything, it was murdering his comrades, his family. They may have had their differences and their inadequacies, but Solnaer loved them. He was not without his nightmares. Eleste’s knowing expression, and her quiet anger stayed in his mind’s eye when he landed the last blow. Hers is the voice he most often hears in his travels, and the one that haunts him in sleep.

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zzapzzaptasers:

Alien.

Everything about him reads to Darcy as alien, maybe ancient. There’s a touch ofimperialism to him, like he might use the royal we in an unguarded conversation.

It’s similar to the behavior of Asgardians, smacks of Thor before he was knocked down a few pegs, and it encourages a nature in Darcy that speaks of only taunting and teasing (and tamps down a voice that whispers be careful).

“Yeah. Creeping.

– What else would you describe the whole sneaking around bit you’re doing as?”

Maybe she should leave him alone. Maybe she should struggle back through the crowd and grab Thor - he might recognize tall-dark-and-grumpy.

It would be smart.

But Darcy’s curious and a little irked (she’s not sure why- because his reaction to her, because it’s hot out, because he won’t be direct with her and that makes her suspicious, because it will be impossible to find Jane and Thor later– all viable answers)

“Pretty much always, yeah. Are you always so shifty?”

                       “I’m not a criminal, if that is what you are implying.”

              Her persistence was encouraging. He thought a lesser person, or perhaps a smarter person, may have turned away by now. But she had yet to retreat or stand down, despite his bitter attitude. Solnaer could appreciate such tenacity. He wondered how far he could push before she backed down, or if her stubbornness would attempt to combat his aggression.

                           “I was unaware that being vigilant could be perceived as criminal,” Solnaer said, “I’ve been looking for an associate who is meant to be in the area.”

               He wasn’t lying, not entirely. Alisa seemed to have disappeared and though she was not foremost on his plans, he had been keeping an eye out. Solnaer’s smirk widened a little. Shifty. If it wasn’t for his tutelage under Chal, he might have been lost in the sea of languages the world’s had to offer. 

                         “I have very important business to take care of, which you are delaying,” He settled his emphasis on the last word, as if it were dirty, “Are you going to make my wasted time worthwhile, or shall I charge payment for your harassment?”

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+     Because Solnaer, as well as the other God-Spirits, could transcend the plane of existence in which beings without the Eternity Spirit could not, he can hear the other God-Spirits when they reach out to him. He ignores them, often, because they can’t do anything to him anymore, they are confined bodily to their own worlds, their own planes. Sometimes, however, they manage to make him listen, and for a time he might try to realign his emotions to fit with theirs, but ultimately he comes to the same conclusion. Every world is the same no matter what they want him to think.

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i have a lot of love for nic’s reply rn

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zzapzzaptasers

Maybe spotting him had been an accident, nothing of circumstance, but Darcy’s eye had caught the creeping figure and her mind hadn’t let him go despite her best efforts. Carefully disengaging herself from her position behind Jane and Thor with a murmured excuse, it’s an act of war to duck against the flow of foot traffic, trying to find the corner she’d seen him on.

Her success was rewarded with a pissy attitude and a glare that would have melted Darcy’s bones, had she any shame.

“What’s with the creeping?”

                He stared at her, emotions undecided between disbelief, amusement or further irritation. Solnaer canted his head to the side, studying, as if she were some specimen unawares it was caught in a trap. 

                          “Creeping?” He said, voice tinged with the slightest hint of confused amusement, “I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about.”

                He wondered how long it would take for her to lose his interest. He could sense nothing special about the woman. She was just another Mortal, fated to die in the span of time it took Solnaer to blink. 

                          “Do you usually accost strangers on the street to accuse them of ridiculous notions?” There was that anger again, flaring just enough to make his words snap and the amused smirk curl in predatory fashion.

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                       “If you are going to speak, than do so,” said Solnaer, “My patience is short.”

              Eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. His mood was poor, and he knew that soon enough his magic would influence those around him--whether he wanted it to or not. His intention had been to watch and move about unseen, but obviously this was not to be allowed.

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oh my god i swear to js i didn’t post the thing. *throws hands up in the air and rolls off*

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                       “Have you ever heard the story of the young woman who tried to save her village from one bad man by burning his house down?”

               It was late. The sun had long set on the city, and Solnaer found what he’d hoped to be a quiet place among the skyscrapers. Perhaps someone had thought he was a burglar, or something more sinister. He had heard of commotion in this place, but he wasn’t yet acquainted with life here just yet. He wasn’t ready to start his plan. Best to watch first, to mingle among the people and find out where he fit best. He’d heard the intruder some time ago, but hadn’t wanted to cause suspicion. Was it that strange for a man to hold vigil on a rooftop?

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Auspicious Chances

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A free spirited creature that has roamed countless centuries in this world isn’t something that unusual like most want to believe. As the creature, in a rare moment of hesitance and consideration, waits within the shadows where the other is close by, she smiles. Ever so slowly, she steps out – enchanting, teasingly, hips sashaying and her eyes glowing. There is a rather coquettish smirk, and her hand is on her hip. “Hmm?” She mocks, though – it’s in good humor. After all, he has her utmost interest now. “That’s a new one – most beings just look at me like a type of extraterrestrial being.” She laughs lightly, cold like ice and echoes of death. Suddenly, however, she is behind him, her back leaning against him, and probably a little too close for comfort. “My my – you must not be a mortal then. It’s been a while since I’ve played with anything else other than mortals.” She plays with a strand of her hair – no trace, no sound, and she is now in front of him, looking like a gleeful child, with her hands clasped behind her back. She stands on the tips of her toes trying to give the allusion that she’s helpless, delicate. “What, pray tell, are you supposed to be, love?”

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        He cocks a brow in mild curiosity--extraterrestrial? He wonders if that is the word they would use for him, if he were to ever reveal the worlds he has been to and the creatures he has seen and corrupted. This one is already infused with darkness, as if it is one with her being--perhaps not evil, but he felt the negative influences. Solnaer says nothing just yet. He’s evaluating first, taking action next. It’s what used to make him such a brilliant tactician.

        He imagines that she expects him to be surprised, or disturbed by her teleporting around him, but Solnaer could sense the vestiges of her energy. The particles are brief in the air, but the trail is there. He’s been around for far too long to be shocked by parlor tricks. If anything, he is amused. This one was far more entertaining than any of the silly mortal creatures playing games on this planet. Solnaer does have to wonder what is she--that doesn’t quite have physical form, only residual energy that lingers like echoes for seconds in her wake.

                  “Do you frighten the Mortals with your tricks?...” Solnaer says. He takes a breath. “You feel...much older than them. But not that old...” 

       Solnaer shakes his head, a smile still resting on his lips. How long until she became dull, he wondered. He imagined she caught so many eyes with the way she acted. 

                  “No one,” He says. “A passerby. What are you?”

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                         “You best move out...”

             Set backs had a way of making his blood boil, and he could feel magic burn under his skin, trying to worm its way out. But it was not time to burn this world to dust, not yet. He had to keep himself under control. The--boy--before him, however, made him pause. He blinked, the words trailing off on his tongue. It seemed all his anger faded at the sight. 

                              “I wasn’t aware humans came in such a shade.”

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              Being around Mortals became...dull after long spans of time. He had been among the humans for longer than he liked, but Solnaer was nothing if not patient. There were things he had to do, people he had to manipulate, and if the seeds were to take hold, then he had to take his time. He had to endure the dullness that came with places like this. At least, until something interesting came along--and sometimes it did. Sometimes he found it in expected places, like now--as he strolled through the part with no destination in mind. His eyes, covered by brown contacts, sought out the anomaly among the normal, something that wasn’t human.

                              “Hm.”