The Omniverse, like dust

[Geno arrived back at the current IO base with the crack of a rift. Now that he had control of the point, multiversal access was once again open to him. And the first thing he desired was a better set of clothes than this ridiculous Seven armor.]

[To this end, he had gone to his home reality. He was saddened to see the Oathbound Empire reduced to a wreck of warring nations once more, without a steady hand on the throne. This would have to be rectified, but not at this moment. He went to the tomb of the Emperors, which was yet untouched, and went to the chamber marked for his own.]

[It amused him, in a way. Robbing his own empty grave like this. But there it lay, still shining, untouched by the years. His imperial armor, fitted perfectly to his form, in a gorgeous obsidian black.]

[It was custom for the Oathbound Emperors to be clad in white, of course. But the wars during his time had forced him to adopt a darker hue, to put the fear of the Emperor into his enemies. Now, it would serve its purpose once again.]

- Kor stood at attention by the controls of the multiversal portal. A security precaution, to ensure nothing happened on this end and forced her Master to get... creative... to make his way back again.

As Geno reappeared, Kor only got a glimpse of him before lowering her head in respect. He'd told her not to bow, but doing nothing would be wrong.

Especially when he stood here in the garb of an Emperor. -

Welcome back, sir. I see you found what you were looking for. It suits you perfectly.

- No flattery there, only honesty. -

[Geno nodded in acceptance, adjusting himself slightly.]

In appearance, yes, but also in form. Never underestimate the power of a well made, and well fitted uniform. If you clad your soldiers in uncomfortable clothes, their irritation will lead to sloppiness at best and discontentment at worst.

[Flexing his hands in the gloves, he walked out to where the Zero Point sat-- still unstable, unfortunately, but certainly whole.]

It is always amazing to see the center of creation all put together again. The majesty, the power... one must never forget our goals, yes, but one must also respect the tools that get them done.

[He scoffed, turning away.]

It is lack of that respect that made the old Order indolent and lazy. Why they had to be purged through force... why the Seven had to defeat them.

- Kor froze mid-rise. Purged?...

Of course... -

... All of this was by your design.

- Geno's silhouette in the light of the Zero Point burned in her cybernetic eye. How blind she had been, to assume any of these events had not been under his control.

Of course, she smiled internally, that was why she was the follower, not the master. -

[Geno smiled down at her.]

You learn quickly, Kor. But then again, this is why you still sought me, why you still looked for me, when all the others had lost faith.

Yes, the Order was stagnant. And I had begun hearing whispers from even within my inner circle, talks of betrayal and mutiny.

[He frowned.]

Additionally, there will always be those like the Seven, who wish to accomplish feats which they do not comprehend the consequences of.

[He turned, and threw his hands out, gesturing towards the point.]

And thus, I destroyed two birds with a single stone! And when our enemies were at the door, beating us at our own games!?

[He scoffed.]

They attempted to destroy us all. But of course, the heroes saved the day, defeated the monster, and all was well! Except that they never considered that perhaps the Point was entombed for a reason.

[Geno chuckled, shaking his head.]

Ah, you should thank the ghost of the Foundation, Kor. Were it not for his hatred, my point could never have been so beautifully proven. It is truly a shame he fell to a lesser combatant... we never truly had a fight to his death.

- Shaking her head slightly, the faintest hint of a proud smile tugged at Kor's lips. -

I could never give up on what I believed incapable of death, sir, and you proved my faith well placed.

- Her heels clicked as she stepped a little closer, drawn forward by the sheer intensity of the aura of power between the Zero Point and Geno. -

And now it is secured again, and while rebuilding is inconvenient, you have the freedom to personally ensure the dedication and competence of each new recruit. This time we will accomplish your vision.

[Geno clapped his hands.]

Ah! It is wonderful to be in the presence of those who understand. Especially after listening to the inane ramblings of the Seven for so long.

[He shook his head sadly.]

I had hoped to bring Slone onto my project. But unfortunately, she has lost faith as well, and her path aligns with theirs for the current moment...

[He tsked.]

Ah, but no matter.

I trust you have provided our new ally with what he requires? I recognize that Ivo Robotnik is an eccentric individual, but his work speaks for itself...

She was one of our best. Perhaps we can show her that only the Order can truly fulfill her desires. I don't often feel anything concerning my targets, but I admit it would be a shame to be forced to eliminate her caliber of genius.

- Slone had pioneered their greatest projects over the golden age of the Imagined Order. It would be a waste of exemplary talent to kill her.

Ivo Robotnik, however, was a genius of a different sort. Possessed of a whimsical nature that lent him a startling level of creativity, the man could create the most insane machines of the most absurd specs, and yet they would perform wonders.

Oh yes, she knew eccentricity. And the brilliance it often concealed. -

Of course, sir. And I am not ashamed to admit I lingered in the lab for a little while after, simply to observe. His work especially with electronics is of particular curiosity to me. Rest assured that I have and will continue to provide him with everything he requires.

If I may, sir... Are you satisfied with my recruitment of the Doktor who calls himself Plague?

[Geno nodded, though half to himself. His mind was filled with the beginnings of the next phase, which relied heavily on the other man. His and Robotnik's partnership was assured for the moment, so long as the man thought himself getting a good bargain. But Ivo was a madman at the best of times. He would have to watch his back for that one, even if he was immortal...]

[Oh, Kor was speaking of Plague. Geno had tuned in on his work, and found himself fascinated with the utter glee at which the doktor dissected and then re-dissected the subject.]

His zeal is not in question, that is certain. That said, it may be wise to find him a partner who would be able to make good use of his findings.

[Plague seemed more interested in his findings and experimentation than actually putting said theories to good use. All well and good, but the Order did need actual, workable technology from what he discovered.]

Hmm. I shall be utilizing the Chaos Emerald to summon, among others, a troop from the land known as Night City. This place is well known for its cybernetic sciences. Find a few specialists from among those brought here, and put them on the actual execution of Plague's work.

As you command.

- Kor gave a little bow once more, proud of her work. Geno was pleased with the Doktor and his skills. More personnel were going to be required anyway to capitalize on his findings, so the reassignment didn't bother her. -

Beyond that, how may I assist in the next stage of your work?

More shall be coming within the next few weeks, from across the Omniverse. Universes with a very specific connection to Reality 1, the sole Reality we have been unable to crack even at the height of our power.

I shall enter into the base code of Reality itself, but to do that, I must obscure more and more what is real and what is not. To treat this world as though it is a programmed game, I must draw in beings from various "game" worlds until the laws of their realities weaken the barrier here.

[He smiled to himself.]

You shall be acting as you did during the heyday of the IO. Watch the beings who are brought. Some of them are very powerful indeed-- in their own worlds. Keep their snapshots from attempting to escape

Those of then that do not join us willingly, of course.

[After all, why not indulge in that old pastime of assembling a cadre of the villainous and driven?]

[Geno arrived back at the current IO base with the crack of a rift. Now that he had control of the point, multiversal access was once again open to him. And the first thing he desired was a better set of clothes than this ridiculous Seven armor.]

[To this end, he had gone to his home reality. He was saddened to see the Oathbound Empire reduced to a wreck of warring nations once more, without a steady hand on the throne. This would have to be rectified, but not at this moment. He went to the tomb of the Emperors, which was yet untouched, and went to the chamber marked for his own.]

[It amused him, in a way. Robbing his own empty grave like this. But there it lay, still shining, untouched by the years. His imperial armor, fitted perfectly to his form, in a gorgeous obsidian black.]

[It was custom for the Oathbound Emperors to be clad in white, of course. But the wars during his time had forced him to adopt a darker hue, to put the fear of the Emperor into his enemies. Now, it would serve its purpose once again.]

- Kor stood at attention by the controls of the multiversal portal. A security precaution, to ensure nothing happened on this end and forced her Master to get... creative... to make his way back again.

As Geno reappeared, Kor only got a glimpse of him before lowering her head in respect. He'd told her not to bow, but doing nothing would be wrong.

Especially when he stood here in the garb of an Emperor. -

Welcome back, sir. I see you found what you were looking for. It suits you perfectly.

- No flattery there, only honesty. -

[Geno nodded in acceptance, adjusting himself slightly.]

In appearance, yes, but also in form. Never underestimate the power of a well made, and well fitted uniform. If you clad your soldiers in uncomfortable clothes, their irritation will lead to sloppiness at best and discontentment at worst.

[Flexing his hands in the gloves, he walked out to where the Zero Point sat-- still unstable, unfortunately, but certainly whole.]

It is always amazing to see the center of creation all put together again. The majesty, the power... one must never forget our goals, yes, but one must also respect the tools that get them done.

[He scoffed, turning away.]

It is lack of that respect that made the old Order indolent and lazy. Why they had to be purged through force... why the Seven had to defeat them.

- Kor froze mid-rise. Purged?...

Of course... -

... All of this was by your design.

- Geno's silhouette in the light of the Zero Point burned in her cybernetic eye. How blind she had been, to assume any of these events had not been under his control.

Of course, she smiled internally, that was why she was the follower, not the master. -

[Geno smiled down at her.]

You learn quickly, Kor. But then again, this is why you still sought me, why you still looked for me, when all the others had lost faith.

Yes, the Order was stagnant. And I had begun hearing whispers from even within my inner circle, talks of betrayal and mutiny.

[He frowned.]

Additionally, there will always be those like the Seven, who wish to accomplish feats which they do not comprehend the consequences of.

[He turned, and threw his hands out, gesturing towards the point.]

And thus, I destroyed two birds with a single stone! And when our enemies were at the door, beating us at our own games!?

[He scoffed.]

They attempted to destroy us all. But of course, the heroes saved the day, defeated the monster, and all was well! Except that they never considered that perhaps the Point was entombed for a reason.

[Geno chuckled, shaking his head.]

Ah, you should thank the ghost of the Foundation, Kor. Were it not for his hatred, my point could never have been so beautifully proven. It is truly a shame he fell to a lesser combatant... we never truly had a fight to his death.

- Shaking her head slightly, the faintest hint of a proud smile tugged at Kor's lips. -

I could never give up on what I believed incapable of death, sir, and you proved my faith well placed.

- Her heels clicked as she stepped a little closer, drawn forward by the sheer intensity of the aura of power between the Zero Point and Geno. -

And now it is secured again, and while rebuilding is inconvenient, you have the freedom to personally ensure the dedication and competence of each new recruit. This time we will accomplish your vision.

[Geno clapped his hands.]

Ah! It is wonderful to be in the presence of those who understand. Especially after listening to the inane ramblings of the Seven for so long.

[He shook his head sadly.]

I had hoped to bring Slone onto my project. But unfortunately, she has lost faith as well, and her path aligns with theirs for the current moment...

[He tsked.]

Ah, but no matter.

I trust you have provided our new ally with what he requires? I recognize that Ivo Robotnik is an eccentric individual, but his work speaks for itself...

She was one of our best. Perhaps we can show her that only the Order can truly fulfill her desires. I don't often feel anything concerning my targets, but I admit it would be a shame to be forced to eliminate her caliber of genius.

- Slone had pioneered their greatest projects over the golden age of the Imagined Order. It would be a waste of exemplary talent to kill her.

Ivo Robotnik, however, was a genius of a different sort. Possessed of a whimsical nature that lent him a startling level of creativity, the man could create the most insane machines of the most absurd specs, and yet they would perform wonders.

Oh yes, she knew eccentricity. And the brilliance it often concealed. -

Of course, sir. And I am not ashamed to admit I lingered in the lab for a little while after, simply to observe. His work especially with electronics is of particular curiosity to me. Rest assured that I have and will continue to provide him with everything he requires.

If I may, sir... Are you satisfied with my recruitment of the Doktor who calls himself Plague?

[Geno nodded, though half to himself. His mind was filled with the beginnings of the next phase, which relied heavily on the other man. His and Robotnik's partnership was assured for the moment, so long as the man thought himself getting a good bargain. But Ivo was a madman at the best of times. He would have to watch his back for that one, even if he was immortal...]

[Oh, Kor was speaking of Plague. Geno had tuned in on his work, and found himself fascinated with the utter glee at which the doktor dissected and then re-dissected the subject.]

His zeal is not in question, that is certain. That said, it may be wise to find him a partner who would be able to make good use of his findings.

[Plague seemed more interested in his findings and experimentation than actually putting said theories to good use. All well and good, but the Order did need actual, workable technology from what he discovered.]

Hmm. I shall be utilizing the Chaos Emerald to summon, among others, a troop from the land known as Night City. This place is well known for its cybernetic sciences. Find a few specialists from among those brought here, and put them on the actual execution of Plague's work.

[Geno arrived back at the current IO base with the crack of a rift. Now that he had control of the point, multiversal access was once again open to him. And the first thing he desired was a better set of clothes than this ridiculous Seven armor.]

[To this end, he had gone to his home reality. He was saddened to see the Oathbound Empire reduced to a wreck of warring nations once more, without a steady hand on the throne. This would have to be rectified, but not at this moment. He went to the tomb of the Emperors, which was yet untouched, and went to the chamber marked for his own.]

[It amused him, in a way. Robbing his own empty grave like this. But there it lay, still shining, untouched by the years. His imperial armor, fitted perfectly to his form, in a gorgeous obsidian black.]

[It was custom for the Oathbound Emperors to be clad in white, of course. But the wars during his time had forced him to adopt a darker hue, to put the fear of the Emperor into his enemies. Now, it would serve its purpose once again.]

- Kor stood at attention by the controls of the multiversal portal. A security precaution, to ensure nothing happened on this end and forced her Master to get... creative... to make his way back again.

As Geno reappeared, Kor only got a glimpse of him before lowering her head in respect. He'd told her not to bow, but doing nothing would be wrong.

Especially when he stood here in the garb of an Emperor. -

Welcome back, sir. I see you found what you were looking for. It suits you perfectly.

- No flattery there, only honesty. -

[Geno nodded in acceptance, adjusting himself slightly.]

In appearance, yes, but also in form. Never underestimate the power of a well made, and well fitted uniform. If you clad your soldiers in uncomfortable clothes, their irritation will lead to sloppiness at best and discontentment at worst.

[Flexing his hands in the gloves, he walked out to where the Zero Point sat-- still unstable, unfortunately, but certainly whole.]

It is always amazing to see the center of creation all put together again. The majesty, the power... one must never forget our goals, yes, but one must also respect the tools that get them done.

[He scoffed, turning away.]

It is lack of that respect that made the old Order indolent and lazy. Why they had to be purged through force... why the Seven had to defeat them.

- Kor froze mid-rise. Purged?...

Of course... -

... All of this was by your design.

- Geno's silhouette in the light of the Zero Point burned in her cybernetic eye. How blind she had been, to assume any of these events had not been under his control.

Of course, she smiled internally, that was why she was the follower, not the master. -

[Geno smiled down at her.]

You learn quickly, Kor. But then again, this is why you still sought me, why you still looked for me, when all the others had lost faith.

Yes, the Order was stagnant. And I had begun hearing whispers from even within my inner circle, talks of betrayal and mutiny.

[He frowned.]

Additionally, there will always be those like the Seven, who wish to accomplish feats which they do not comprehend the consequences of.

[He turned, and threw his hands out, gesturing towards the point.]

And thus, I destroyed two birds with a single stone! And when our enemies were at the door, beating us at our own games!?

[He scoffed.]

They attempted to destroy us all. But of course, the heroes saved the day, defeated the monster, and all was well! Except that they never considered that perhaps the Point was entombed for a reason.

[Geno chuckled, shaking his head.]

Ah, you should thank the ghost of the Foundation, Kor. Were it not for his hatred, my point could never have been so beautifully proven. It is truly a shame he fell to a lesser combatant... we never truly had a fight to his death.

- Shaking her head slightly, the faintest hint of a proud smile tugged at Kor's lips. -

I could never give up on what I believed incapable of death, sir, and you proved my faith well placed.

- Her heels clicked as she stepped a little closer, drawn forward by the sheer intensity of the aura of power between the Zero Point and Geno. -

And now it is secured again, and while rebuilding is inconvenient, you have the freedom to personally ensure the dedication and competence of each new recruit. This time we will accomplish your vision.

[Geno clapped his hands.]

Ah! It is wonderful to be in the presence of those who understand. Especially after listening to the inane ramblings of the Seven for so long.

[He shook his head sadly.]

I had hoped to bring Slone onto my project. But unfortunately, she has lost faith as well, and her path aligns with theirs for the current moment...

[He tsked.]

Ah, but no matter.

I trust you have provided our new ally with what he requires? I recognize that Ivo Robotnik is an eccentric individual, but his work speaks for itself...

[Geno arrived back at the current IO base with the crack of a rift. Now that he had control of the point, multiversal access was once again open to him. And the first thing he desired was a better set of clothes than this ridiculous Seven armor.]

[To this end, he had gone to his home reality. He was saddened to see the Oathbound Empire reduced to a wreck of warring nations once more, without a steady hand on the throne. This would have to be rectified, but not at this moment. He went to the tomb of the Emperors, which was yet untouched, and went to the chamber marked for his own.]

[It amused him, in a way. Robbing his own empty grave like this. But there it lay, still shining, untouched by the years. His imperial armor, fitted perfectly to his form, in a gorgeous obsidian black.]

[It was custom for the Oathbound Emperors to be clad in white, of course. But the wars during his time had forced him to adopt a darker hue, to put the fear of the Emperor into his enemies. Now, it would serve its purpose once again.]

- Kor stood at attention by the controls of the multiversal portal. A security precaution, to ensure nothing happened on this end and forced her Master to get... creative... to make his way back again.

As Geno reappeared, Kor only got a glimpse of him before lowering her head in respect. He'd told her not to bow, but doing nothing would be wrong.

Especially when he stood here in the garb of an Emperor. -

Welcome back, sir. I see you found what you were looking for. It suits you perfectly.

- No flattery there, only honesty. -

[Geno nodded in acceptance, adjusting himself slightly.]

In appearance, yes, but also in form. Never underestimate the power of a well made, and well fitted uniform. If you clad your soldiers in uncomfortable clothes, their irritation will lead to sloppiness at best and discontentment at worst.

[Flexing his hands in the gloves, he walked out to where the Zero Point sat-- still unstable, unfortunately, but certainly whole.]

It is always amazing to see the center of creation all put together again. The majesty, the power... one must never forget our goals, yes, but one must also respect the tools that get them done.

[He scoffed, turning away.]

It is lack of that respect that made the old Order indolent and lazy. Why they had to be purged through force... why the Seven had to defeat them.

- Kor froze mid-rise. Purged?...

Of course... -

... All of this was by your design.

- Geno's silhouette in the light of the Zero Point burned in her cybernetic eye. How blind she had been, to assume any of these events had not been under his control.

Of course, she smiled internally, that was why she was the follower, not the master. -

[Geno smiled down at her.]

You learn quickly, Kor. But then again, this is why you still sought me, why you still looked for me, when all the others had lost faith.

Yes, the Order was stagnant. And I had begun hearing whispers from even within my inner circle, talks of betrayal and mutiny.

[He frowned.]

Additionally, there will always be those like the Seven, who wish to accomplish feats which they do not comprehend the consequences of.

[He turned, and threw his hands out, gesturing towards the point.]

And thus, I destroyed two birds with a single stone! And when our enemies were at the door, beating us at our own games!?

[He scoffed.]

They attempted to destroy us all. But of course, the heroes saved the day, defeated the monster, and all was well! Except that they never considered that perhaps the Point was entombed for a reason.

[Geno chuckled, shaking his head.]

Ah, you should thank the ghost of the Foundation, Kor. Were it not for his hatred, my point could never have been so beautifully proven. It is truly a shame he fell to a lesser combatant... we never truly had a fight to his death.

[Geno arrived back at the current IO base with the crack of a rift. Now that he had control of the point, multiversal access was once again open to him. And the first thing he desired was a better set of clothes than this ridiculous Seven armor.]

[To this end, he had gone to his home reality. He was saddened to see the Oathbound Empire reduced to a wreck of warring nations once more, without a steady hand on the throne. This would have to be rectified, but not at this moment. He went to the tomb of the Emperors, which was yet untouched, and went to the chamber marked for his own.]

[It amused him, in a way. Robbing his own empty grave like this. But there it lay, still shining, untouched by the years. His imperial armor, fitted perfectly to his form, in a gorgeous obsidian black.]

[It was custom for the Oathbound Emperors to be clad in white, of course. But the wars during his time had forced him to adopt a darker hue, to put the fear of the Emperor into his enemies. Now, it would serve its purpose once again.]

- Kor stood at attention by the controls of the multiversal portal. A security precaution, to ensure nothing happened on this end and forced her Master to get... creative... to make his way back again.

As Geno reappeared, Kor only got a glimpse of him before lowering her head in respect. He'd told her not to bow, but doing nothing would be wrong.

Especially when he stood here in the garb of an Emperor. -

Welcome back, sir. I see you found what you were looking for. It suits you perfectly.

- No flattery there, only honesty. -

[Geno nodded in acceptance, adjusting himself slightly.]

In appearance, yes, but also in form. Never underestimate the power of a well made, and well fitted uniform. If you clad your soldiers in uncomfortable clothes, their irritation will lead to sloppiness at best and discontentment at worst.

[Flexing his hands in the gloves, he walked out to where the Zero Point sat-- still unstable, unfortunately, but certainly whole.]

It is always amazing to see the center of creation all put together again. The majesty, the power... one must never forget our goals, yes, but one must also respect the tools that get them done.

[He scoffed, turning away.]

It is lack of that respect that made the old Order indolent and lazy. Why they had to be purged through force... why the Seven had to defeat them.

#closed #a moment of time #fortnite tumblrverse #fortnite rp

[Geno arrived back at the current IO base with the crack of a rift. Now that he had control of the point, multiversal access was once again open to him. And the first thing he desired was a better set of clothes than this ridiculous Seven armor.]

[To this end, he had gone to his home reality. He was saddened to see the Oathbound Empire reduced to a wreck of warring nations once more, without a steady hand on the throne. This would have to be rectified, but not at this moment. He went to the tomb of the Emperors, which was yet untouched, and went to the chamber marked for his own.]

[It amused him, in a way. Robbing his own empty grave like this. But there it lay, still shining, untouched by the years. His imperial armor, fitted perfectly to his form, in a gorgeous obsidian black.]

[It was custom for the Oathbound Emperors to be clad in white, of course. But the wars during his time had forced him to adopt a darker hue, to put the fear of the Emperor into his enemies. Now, it would serve its purpose once again.]

To anyone in any reality who thinks I'm "irritating" and "overrated" and should be "shot to get rid of" I'm going to personally chase you down until you're close enough to be BODY SLAMMED AGAINST A SPIKY CONCRETE WALL

Oh my, did anyone hear something?

...

Hmm, nothing. It must have been a gnat. Or a particularly obnoxious slug.

Even the strongest of men will die crushed by the unavoidable weight of their most atrocious sins pressing everyday onto their shoulders.

And you would know about unavoidably pressing weight, would you not?

You may judge me but your sins outnumber my own.

The sole fact you force your hand onto men and strip them of their autonomy and will to think calling it "acts of perfection" is enough to make your sins greater than mine not in number but gravity.

Your victims die slow, soulless and powerless in a world full of pain. Mine die fast and with their soul still intact. Conscious of their actions. In a world where nothing is just nor unjust. As it should be. Because there is no such thing as perfection. Only disorder.

Hah! How amusing. You would be capable of cutting air with edge such as that!

It is only your morality that causes you to see our actions as evil. Without it, you would be so much more free to see the beauty of this cosmos beneath the rot...

Alas, you can never escape the shadow of your original. And so you will be forever torn between who he was and who you truly are

A pity.

#perfected response

To anyone in any reality who thinks I'm "irritating" and "overrated" and should be "shot to get rid of" I'm going to personally chase you down until you're close enough to be BODY SLAMMED AGAINST A SPIKY CONCRETE WALL

Oh my, did anyone hear something?

...

Hmm, nothing. It must have been a gnat. Or a particularly obnoxious slug.

Even the strongest of men will die crushed by the unavoidable weight of their most atrocious sins pressing everyday onto their shoulders.

And you would know about unavoidably pressing weight, would you not?

You may judge me but your sins outnumber my own.

#perfected response

To anyone in any reality who thinks I'm "irritating" and "overrated" and should be "shot to get rid of" I'm going to personally chase you down until you're close enough to be BODY SLAMMED AGAINST A SPIKY CONCRETE WALL

#fortnite tumblrverse #fortnite rp #a moment of time #open

Oh my, did anyone hear something?

...

Hmm, nothing. It must have been a gnat. Or a particularly obnoxious slug.

#perfected response

My first order of business shall be removing all future versions of the "six seven" joke and its spinoffs from being added to the game. It is no longer amusing.

I shall instead be increasing the number of humor concerning Jones and his abnormally small brain. Those never cease to amuse.

ATTENTION TUMBLR USER BASE.

It is I, Geno, perfected being and soon to be ruler of your reality. Due to the complete and total success of my Zero Point Reintegration device, along with some assistance from the Seven in rebooting reality, I have now gained control over the game you know as Fortnite. The servers are mine, the social media accounts are mine. All of it.

Do not be afraid. Soon, you will all be perfected. Until such a time, know this.

I am back. And I am once again in control.

lucysaidhi

Ayo Geno, opinions on him?👇

Shoot in the back and dump off a cliff. May he rest in pixels. Next question.

THAT'S NOT EVEN THE ACTUAL JONES!!!!

Oh, are we talking about the snapshot, then?

Irrelevant and overused. The people cannot wait to be rid of him, and for once I agree with the common man.

ATTENTION TUMBLR USER BASE.

It is I, Geno, perfected being and soon to be ruler of your reality. Due to the complete and total success of my Zero Point Reintegration device, along with some assistance from the Seven in rebooting reality, I have now gained control over the game you know as Fortnite. The servers are mine, the social media accounts are mine. All of it.

Do not be afraid. Soon, you will all be perfected. Until such a time, know this.

I am back. And I am once again in control.

lucysaidhi

Ayo Geno, opinions on him?👇

#fortnite tumblrverse #fortnite rp #fortnite #a moment of time #open #fortnite battle royale

Shoot in the back and dump off a cliff. May he rest in pixels. Next question.

ATTENTION TUMBLR USER BASE.

It is I, Geno, perfected being and soon to be ruler of your reality. Due to the complete and total success of my Zero Point Reintegration device, along with some assistance from the Seven in rebooting reality, I have now gained control over the game you know as Fortnite. The servers are mine, the social media accounts are mine. All of it.

Do not be afraid. Soon, you will all be perfected. Until such a time, know this.

I am back. And I am once again in control.

I shall admit, I am not generally one to indulge in chaos...

But the power in these emeralds are truly fascinating. Provided they are in the hands on one with sufficient... vision.

#closed #fortnite tumblrverse #fortnite rp #a moment of time

[Geno watched the clock that Slone had set atop the Zero Point Stabilizer from the comfort of his new office. His finger tapped on the arm of his chair in time with the seconds.]

[Ten hours. Ten hours until the Zero Point returned to functionality, and Phase Two could truly begin.]

[Phase one had been, of course, an unmitigated success. There had certainly been unexpected developments, such as that alternate timeline Jones had thrust them all into to reverse the damage the Seven had caused the first time around. A truly marvelous trick, that.]

[Still, the world had seen the chaos that followed the Seven. The Devourer, Galactus, The Last Reality, the Dark Presence, all examples of creatures that would never have even gotten close to the point were it not for their meddling. It was time for a steady hand at the wheel once more.]

[Ten hours. Then they would see. Then they would ALL see...]

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[Geno had several plans spinning in midair at the moment. Dark Voyager was making a nuisance of himself-- purposefully, of course. Either he could defeat the Voyager in spectacular display of his prowess, or he could "convert" him to his side. For the good of reality, naturally.]

[But now that his status was out in the open, he had other goals in mind that were more pressing. After looking back over the Imagined Order's scattered reports across the past two years, he finally found what he was looking for... the only verified sighting of the Ageless Champion.]

[It had been by Kor, interestingly enough. She had come into conflict with him over her pursuit of some looper she had been tracking since the fall of the Order. A rather embarrassing failure on such an otherwise spotless record, but that was hardly a priority now. More interesting, he had been accompanied by... the Empress Mizuki.]

[He smiled. Now everything made sense. The Ageless was working directly with the River Guard in some capacity. If he wanted to find him... he now knew how.]

[Geno had lived with the Oathbound Empire for a long time before his adventures. He knew their patrolling schedule like the back of his hand, the patterns employed, the methods used to cover ground. The River Guard were currently stationed at Golden Grove, so...]

[A single tap of his new rift device-- courtesy of some successful "experimentation"-- and he arrived with a crack in the woods to the west of the POI... a few feet away from the Ageless, shock evident in his face.]

[It lasted for a split second, however, as the man leapt to action, his blade immediately at Geno's throat.]

Come now, Champion. You an I are both aware that not even your blade can hope to pierce me. Now sheath your sword and let us talk, man to man, as we did in the timeline that never was.

[He raised his hands.]

Will you take my word of honor that I mean you no harm?

*Eugene's arm trembled, but he did not lower his sword.*

If you recall that conversation, then you would do well to recall what you said on that day. "Honor is for the small." So no, I will not take you at your word.

*He looked at Geno, anger and fear warring on his face in equal measure.*

I had heard how your cover has been blown. Another failed plan. Is this why you come to find me now? To destroy me, now that we both stand in a time where you can without impacting the timeline?

[Geno smiled.]

So you do remember. This is good. That means you know that I think of you as a child... as my son. Far be it from me to inflict any harm upon my children. You are in my image, after all... and there is no greater sin than the mar perfection.

[He began to walk, Eugene's sword following his every step.]

You used many words to describe my rule over the island. Cruel. Petty. Unjust. All oversimplifications. All forgetting one very important detail... The peace that I brought. The peace that was shattered by the Seven and their allies.

[He shook his head.]

You were to have a perfected island, when the time came for you to arrive. Instead, you were given a desolate patchwork of lands and renegades. I suppose I cannot fault you from turning from your destiny, at the sight of that...

I want no part in a destiny built on destroying the lives of the weak. And it was not even to be mine! I have heard the words of the Riftwarden, Shapeless Man. Your plans were ever for my replacement, to use my body as a vessel for your mind.

*Eugene grit his teeth.*

You are a monster. And here you stand, no longer beautiful. To speak of perfection, your own has been marred. Did you hold that against your daughter, then? Is that why she had to die?

[Geno did roll his eyes at that.]

You were an emperor, my Champion. Heir to emperors that existed long before you, before even me. How do you suppose it was built? Your life has always been supported by the weak, run on wheels that ground them underfoot. You have no moral high ground to take.

At least I accept that there are sacrifices that must be made for peaceful rule. I am quite certain your Empress knows this to be true.

[He paused, and looked at the nearby pond.]

How many did she slay to secure her position? How many deserved it? Have you ever considered that?

[At the mention of his current appearance, Geno's expression twisted for a moment into rage, before becoming placid again.]

I do not blame Imagined. I blame that feral creature she had allowed into her heart, among other places. Her death was avoidable up until she attempted to doom me.

[He thought for a moment.]

Though I shall say, the experience of being completely dissolved... of feeling your every atom be destroyed into individual parts, and then further... it was a feeling unlike any other. Exquisite in its sheer agony, though I hope you never have need to experience it.

*The more they spoke, the more Eugene felt the initial fear rolling away, replaced by... irritation. Here he stood, his originator, a cruel destroyer of worlds and lives by the thousands. Yet he was waxing poetic about his own death. It was so pretentious and ridiculous that Eugene couldn't help but laugh.*

If that was so interesting, perhaps you should launch yourself into a black hole, or spend a lifetime adrift in a dead reality. Mayhaps that would give you some passing spark of interest.

You have no right to lecture me about values you hold not yourself. If honor is so ridiculous, than why care if I do not possess it? If justice is cheap, then what care you if it is given? In attempting to devalue that which is good, that which is pure, that which is righteous, good, wholesome, holy or worthy of praise, you only show that it has value you choose to reject.

*He shook his head.*

A million lives, and yet you are not wise. A million experiences, and yet you are a petty fool. You are no majestic ruler, no conquering warrior. I see you now. You are a pitiful old man, grasping at that which you cannot possess, which you would not be satisfied with even if you could.

*Eugene scoffed, and retracted his sword, folding his arms over his chest.*

Very well, speak. I shall listen to what you have to say, and then I shall listen no more.

[A knife of rage passed through Geno. Him, be pitied by a man with all the privilege in the world, who had instead decided to give it all up!? To become a servant to another? What insolence!]

[He had all the power he needed to get all the power he desired! He would repair his face, repair his island, and have it all!]

[Geno breathed out the anger. Yes. He would have it all. And this ungrateful child would see his way, and would join him. That was certain.]

... It does you no favor to live among mortals. Their existence is but a speck upon yours. What shall you do next? Shall you empathize with an ant? Shall you mourn a pet, whose lifespan is so far beneath yours it is laughable?

What shall you have after a hundred years? A thousand? None but your sister. None but I.

[He shook his head.]

Perhaps you have not yet lived long enough. You are fascinating... if naive.

I had hoped to sway you to my cause. To let you make up for your dishonor in denying me my original return. If you will not do that... then very well. You may do as you please for now.

But the day shall come when I stand triumphant, and you shall join me then... or I shall take you by force until you wish to kneel at my side.

[Geno smirked.]

I suppose, all spoken, you could choose worse than you have, after all. An Empress? Even one in disgrace? A worthy consort indeed. When you join me by the end, perhaps you may even keep her, for however long she has left.

*Eugene's eyes flashed, but he held his tongue. Geno wished to gain some form of satisfaction from this encounter? He would provide him none.*

Whatever I have shall be what I make of it, and it will have no bearing with your desires. The world exists outside of you, it does not serve you, and so long as there is one person who recognizes this, your victory shall be forever incomplete.

So, I suppose we should both await that day you speak of... though the outcome may not be so simple as you hope for.

*With a frown, he activated his helmet, pulling it over his face.*

Now, if you are quite finished, I shall finish my patrol. Unlike you, I have a responsibility to those other than myself, and I take it seriously.

[He could smite this arrogant child with a flick of his wrist. He could collapse this entire place into a single point, and plunge he and all he loved into agony.]

[But before the Ageless put back his helmet, Geno saw a look in his eyes that he recognized from the many times he had looked in a mirror... cold, uncaring determination towards his goal. How... interesting.]

[Destroying him would prove no point, not with his plans so close to completion. Even attacking those he cared about would earn him nothing. He could be patient. He could wait. A few decades was nothing to eternity, after all.]

If you are thus determined... then very well. You cannot hope to stop me, and I have no desire at this time to harm you.

Enjoy your playthings. Watch as they wither away and decay while you remain... pristine. Perfect. Ever the image of your creator. When the death and lonliness and the imperfection becomes too much to bear, I shall be there, waiting, basking in the light of my glorious rule.

[Geno smirked.]

If you apologize, I shall not even speak of how I told you the day would come.

[As he turned, he held up a hand.]

As a token of my goodwill, I shall not make any attempt to break your toys. But I make no promises if they move to attack me, first.

I assume we understand each other. On that front, at least.