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"Hah! It is a little funny, I suppose..." He lays his hands in his lap, idly scratching the back of one of his hands. "...You know..."
"I think...Deep down, I kind of wanted it. For my timeline to be wiped away. Like you, it...Never really felt like home anymore once I lost Poppy. But...
"I was too scared to run away, too cowardly to accept that I was miserable there, that I hated the responsibilities I forced on myself. So...
"It...It's kind of a relief. I'm actually free now to decide what I want to do, where to go..."
He lets out a sigh, awkwardly smiling. "...That's probably awful of me to say though."
"Gone?? As in, erased? Completely wiped??? What on earth could have caused that?"
*Hearing that an entire timeline was completely gone was... jarring. Frightening, even.
"My timeline is very much intact, last I checked. I just tore myself out of it to breathe. I suppose I understand your concern from earlier a lot clearer now."
"Yes. Well...Not completely, there were some remains, a chunk of land with my tower. Scribe is to thank for that!
"My children are okay! Thank the stars for that. And so are any visitors I had at the time. However, whats left is cast to the Void...A different layer from this one, as I understand."
"The cause is some...Self proclaimed agent of Time itself! A real, forgive my language, total ass. According to them, my existence was so against whats supposed to happen, my timeline deserved to be destroyed.
"...I can't doubt their power though...Recently, I...Have a hard time recalling large chunks of my life before I became this. And when I visited the universe my timeline originated from, I...Just feel like I don't belong anymore."
He sits down as she accepts the offer to, legs outstretched with one bent up to rest an arm on. He stares up at the view here, in this space between the worlds.
"Beautiful, is it not? Other worlds, universes...Like stars in the sky. To think so few could ever see anything like this..."
Angelo lets the silence hang for a few moments, mostly thinking how to start...
"There's a...Reason I was concerned about seeing you here.
"...It's gone. My timeline. My world. Wiped away." A slight pause. "Not related to the Garden Wall, if you were wondering. Apparently it was...In motion, ever since the day I became like this.
"So I was worried the same might've happened to you."
*Lucida would take a deep breath, to the best of her ability between hiccuped sobs, and focused on his heartbeat. Inhale... Exhale...
*Inhale... Exhale... Until her hiccups had finally dried up to mere sniffles.
"I apologize..." The maiden muttered. "I am usally better than this.
It is unlike me to be so.... emotionally distressed in this way."
*And she hated to dump her emotions onto others. She felt so childish, having to drape over others with her woes. Even if Angelo was here to allow her to vent.
"...None of us are better than our own emotions, Luci. From the smallest creature, to ladies of grace like yourself, to even those who approach the realm of divinity. Not one can handle them alone, not forever.
"There's no shame or weakness in sharing the burden. To live is to suffer...But we don't need to suffer alone."
The canine slowly pulls away from the hug, trying to offer a smile, his hands gently grasping onto hers.
"...Remember that. It's a lesson I took much too long to learn, hahah...!"
A pause, before he motions at what they're calling the ground. "Shall we sit? We...Have a few things to catch up on."
"Everything would have been fine... Everything would have returned to normal...
We would have been able to live happily ever after again. Without fear of those wretched SEEDs invading the timeline. Without fear of that nightmarish entity from The Abyss...
Yet in that damned timeline's final moments, it still chose to take one final thing from me...!
Why him?! Why did it have to be him?!"
*It hurt to speak. It hurt to scream. But she had been holding onto this for so long. She was never a woman to spit curses, but this pain had been eating at her for far too long.
"My dearest Ploobie... My dearest, deast friend..."
"I...Know how much it hurts. It's...Indescribable. And it...Hurts far more than it would to cry until you feel like you might die, screech until there's no air left to breathe.
"So please...Let it all out, Luci. Don't hold back a single thing, until there are no more tears, no more words."
Angelo's hand rubs her back, letting her know the he's here for her, for as long as it takes. He can share his own pain later. For now, this moment is hers.
He'll await until she's begins to quiet, speaking softly.
"...If you're ready. Listen to my heartbeat, follow my breath." His heartbeat is a calm rhythm. His breathing is steady, consistent.
*The hug came as a surprise to her, causing the maiden to go stock still.
*Dammit all... to think she put so much effort into holding it together. It was like being wrapped in a fuzzy, weighted blanket meant to squeeze out all of her sorrows.
*Tears poured freely from her eyesockets as she sobbed openly into the Seraph's fur. She wasn't sure when the sorrowful rivers would ever stop. For so long, she had been holding onto this pain. No-one to vent to. Not anyone that would understand, for that matter.
*There was Judge, but he was handling matters off in other worlds. And she didn't have any desire to dump her emotions onto him.
"It's not fair, is it?" Lucida sqeaked. It stung to even speak, despite not having a throat.
"Having everything stripped away because of a godforsaken timeline so fundamentally *flawed* it-"
*A sharp breath.
"And yet the one who crafted it gets to walk away..."
He has experience giving comforting embraces. His children, as they grew, would have occasional nightmares or would learn things of the world they weren't ready to know or would simply be upset about small things that a child would get worked up over.
Of course, he knows he isn't hugging a child of his. This was a fellow adult, who shared some of the same pains as himself. This...Is as much for himself as it is for her, he will admit.
"It's not...None of our hardships are fair or just."
He keeps his words short, to allow her to vent and express her own sorrows. And he'll hold her, just like this, until she is done.
*Her voice is quiet. It takes no special insight to hear that it is pained.
"It's no longer.. 'home.' It is small. Foreign to me.
Not even my loyal companion can console me."
*It's hard. She's trying so damned hard to keep her tears at bay. It's not Angelo's fault for not knowing her pain. It was just unfortunate that their acquaintance sourced from a place where everything went wrong.
"So... I have left it. My home. My timeline. I no longer wish to be there."
Angelo listens, listens to her pain, sees the struggle in her to not break down. He listens...
And he understands.
Not like the other times, where he tries much, much too hard to empathize with situations and feelings that he hasn't even experienced. No, he completely and utterly gets it.
Perhaps there would be a time where he would hesitate to do so, keep a distance through inaction. But right now?
*Ah, she'd just been looking in the wrong direction. The open space made deciphering the direction a bit odd... although maybe that was just an internal excuse for her to not look like a fool.
*Nevertheless, she turns to the Seraph, having to blink once or twice to make sure she was seeing him correctly. No no, he was familiar! He was... ah. Right. The Garden Wall.
*At the mention of such a place, the seamstress's expression visibly darkens.
"Ah. From there. Yes, I remember clearly." She responded bitterly.
Whoops, that was the wrong thing to say. Now he looks the fool for bringing it up! He looks away, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Right...Not exactly a pleasant time, for either of us. Sorry...We won't speak further on it." Keep it simple, move on. It would be an odd conversation to have anyway. He flicks his eyes back to her face.
"Back to the matter at hand! I did mention that you aren't supposed to be here." His expression shifts to concern. "Has...Something happened?"
"Lucida...? You're not supposed to be here." The voice is calm, curious, but gentle. And perhaps, to her, somewhat familiar.
*She hadn't loong breached the space, now getting a good look at her surroundings. Universes everywhere, scattered all about... She was in awe just staring at it all.
*That was... until a voice spoke up from the blinding white that surrounded her. The maiden jolted, frantically looking about herself. Who else was here? Who else was capable of breaching into an empty plane such as this? Better yet... how did they know her by name?
"H-hello? Who are you??" *The maiden called out.
*How odd that she felt like she should know this voice...
"Stars above, has it been that long? Or maybe...Ah, I should perhaps not presume..." She needn't look around too much to see him, he's doing nothing to hide himself as he approaches on whatever they would mutually call ground in this place.
But he hasn't changed much, if she remembers him when she sees him. More clothing for a change, just typical casual wear. And, in this moment, a warm smile on his face.
"I don't suppose you recall the name Angelo...? Or the Garden Wall?" He asks, looking carefully for recognition, "If not, then, well, nevermind. Apologies! I didn't mean to scare you."
A tower that reaches the heavens.
A canine demi-god who sits at the top.
And his hundreds of children.
He once lost everything, gaining power to unleash Retribution on the one who took it all from him. All he gained however was regret.
Despite his best efforts, he lost everything once more, now the very timeline he came from, near complete Obliteration.
All he has left is his tower and his children, barely just saved by his daughter, now all floating somewhere in the Void between worlds.
Many of his children are lost in that voidspace, lost in the dark and in danger from those that dwell within it and, perhaps, those that may have accelerated the Collapse.
Whether you came on purpose, with invitation, or by sheer accident, now you find yourself on the final bit of earth that he stands on. You are free to leave, he will gladly return you home.
But will you?
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A tower that reaches the heavens.
A canine demi-god who sits at the top.
And his hundreds of children.
He once lost everything, gaining power to unleash Retribution on the one who took it all from him. All he gained however was regret.
Despite his best efforts, he lost everything once more, now the very timeline he came from, near complete Obliteration.
All he has left is his tower and his children, barely just saved by his daughter, now all floating somewhere in the Void between worlds.
Many of his children are lost in that voidspace, lost in the dark and in danger from those that dwell within it and, perhaps, those that may have accelerated the Collapse.
Whether you came on purpose, with invitation, or by sheer accident, now you find yourself on the final bit of earth that he stands on. You are free to leave, he will gladly return you home.
But will you?
<< https://discord.gg/9QuF3ss >>
A Discord RP server, revived and now realized with a purpose.
-Adventure oriented
-No fandom restrictions
-Spectating/Lurking allowed
-SFW, no overtly sexual stuff allowed. Gore and violence may happen, however.
Please read the rules when you enter.
Your character(s) can arrive in about any way you wish, please discuss with the mods if you have something big in mind.
We, the angels of the Seraph’s choir, are faithful servants, soldiers, scholars, and so much more to our father. While he says that if we ever decide to end our services to him, he would willingly let us go, not one has yet to take up the offer. We shall stand with him until the end, no matter what.
That is an oath we have made to eachother and him.
It should be noted that “Angels” are not our actual race, we certainly aren’t truly the heavenly beings depicted in books and stories, but it is a name that has stuck, and it’s appropriate enough since we are neither human or monster.
Our bodies are not of flesh, but rather alchemically made with clay, limestone, water, and various other ingredients. This physical composition gives us various benefits and yet some disadvantages, in general.
Pros:
Our bodies are much more naturally conductive to magic, even able to convert other’s magic into a form we can use.
Extreme physical injuries, upwards of even the complete loss of a limb, is easily repairable, to the point it can be hard to notice that one was injured at all.
Our bodies being made of physical matter gives us a resistance to physical injury. Yet also, our natural magical prowess gives us resistance to magical arts as well.
A material like clay makes our bodies slightly more malleable to physical changes, which is a good thing and bad thing. The good thing being, if any of us grow to be dissatisfied with how we look, it would be simple to ask for a change.
We can “age”, but our physical age is mostly a process of allowing our bodies to grow accustomed to the amount of power and magic the Seraph gifts to us. Thus, our physical age can be accelerated to a desired point, and then slowed to a crawl. (Note: Unknown if effectively immortal)
If ever our father improves upon his formula, then he can easily transfer us to an updated body, if both parties agree.
Cons:
Our bodies take some time to prepare, plus the specialized ingredients are limited and can be costly to acquire. Out of all the possible choices for our bodies, this is easily the most complicated and expensive.
While we can handle extreme physical injuries, we still feel pain, and enough damage can completely destabilize our bodies, causing the magic within to backfire, ending with a pile of useless clay, unable to be reused for a new body.
The special materials in our bodies also give us a very special chemical composition, meaning some certain substances cause our bodies to begin to melt or disintegrate if we make direct physical contact. This is new information, so we dont know everything that can do this. Right now, we know that physical contact with the things known as “Amalgamates” can do it.
The amount of power we have is very deliberate, while we can absorb magic from others that give it willingly, we cannot hold more than we’re supposed have for too long, or else our bodies tend to start destroying itself. Explosively. Speaking from experience, trust me.
Of course, with all of that, there is one special detail that must be explained. Our Souls, to be exact. Every angel one sees has a gemstone on their body, that resembles the same one our father has. While it makes for an effective identifier, this stone is also our core, it contains our Soul.
Our bodies can always be replaced. But if that stone gets destroyed, if our Souls get destroyed, then we die. No ifs, no buts, no way to come back aside from turning back time itself.
Beyond that, the unique thing about our Souls is that they’re actually a small piece of the Seraph’s own. Every single one of us carry a small piece of him, some more than others. I suppose, in some technical sense, we are less his children, but more extensions of himself, split off and allowed to develop separately.
He does say that he forms the basis of each angel’s personality, based on their type, by focusing on an aspect of himself. Like I would guess he focuses on how he was as a child, for his Cherubs.
But that is not to say that we’re simple clones of him, we’re not. And while we come from a base, different experiences over the years do cause separate personalities to develop. Given more time, and im sure each one of us will only grow more unique.
And that is why I deny the logical technicality earlier, and instead enforce the truth that we are his children, we are a family.
Additionally, him using his own Soul means that there is a hard limit to how many of us he can create in a span of time until it heals again, lest he risk destroying himself.
Other than that, i’ll briefly mention that the same technique is how he imparts some maturity to us, to also help accelerate our “mental age”, which why I, for example, am physically and mentally in my young 20s, despite being only created some very few years ago.
It’s best not to think about it too hard.
Every angel you meet will have their creation date no more then 5, approaching 6 years ago. If you’re curious, simply ask what generation they are. A Generation 1 angel will be the eldest, a Generation 5 will be the one of the youngest.
And lastly, aside from those that are unique, like myself, or some special exceptions, all of us are created without a name or any sort of gender identity. We are told to choose our own names, when we’re ready, and that our gender identity is whatever we grow to be most comfortable with.
Our names tend to end up being names we learn of from what we read or watch, but can also be words like Daring or Happiness.
The Incarnates are a new creation, have been in the planning stages for a long time now, but only recently completed. As such, my daughter Scribe is unable to log appropriate information about them. So, I decided to do it for her, since she grows too busy to observe them and gather data.
So, the Incarnates were created similarly to my other children, most facts concerning their bodies are still true. However, their purpose is the same as my Shades, and the aging process was completed without a consciousness within the shell. As note, the general physical age of their bodies is of a 20 year old.
Said consciousnesses (Consciousi?) are those of the human Souls within me, to allow them to be able to live again, separate from me. The gift of a second chance.
As such, I do not count them, as they should not, as part of my actual children or our family. They are, however, close family friends.
I cannot describe their personalities, as Scribe has for the other entries, for a multitude of reasons, so I will stick to facts specific to them.
The first is that, by default, their bodies and features are incredibly plain, for a canine person. This is because the bodies have an innate function in being able to shapeshift it's appearance, to a point. This is to allow the current occupant to be able to shape their appearance however they please, they can even shift their appearance to resemble a favorite breed, change fur color (Natural shades only, no rainbow fur, have to dye for that), or to start making themselves more human-like.
There is a limit, however. There is a bare minimum of canine features that must be present, trying to force these specific parts away will cause immense pain and carries an extreme risk of self destruction. The face, torso, and the upper arms and legs can be shifted to appear human. Normal human hair can also be grown and removed. The canine ears, tail, and lower arms and legs (Including hands and feet) cannot be shifted away.
The wings are not required to be present, and can be shifted away and back after a few seconds of concentration. They can also be reduced to a smaller size, if preferred, though that will remove the ability to fly. The same, of course, goes for if they are shifted away.
Second is--- That data is irrelevant, they are unable to return due to recent circumstances.
Finally, while I do not expect them to ever put it to use, their bodies have a natural store of magical energy, gifted from myself. This will allow them to cast magic if they were unable to before, once they learn how, and give them a massive power boost if they were.
I was, perhaps, a little too generous, now that I think about it, but I did want to make sure they would be able to adequately defend themselves in an emergency. Thus, their overall power is about right between that of my Powers and my Virtues.
As a note, they fall outside of the command structure, none of my angels are under any obligation to take orders from them but neither are the Incarnates under any obligation to take orders from my angels or me.
(Is it just me, Angelo.. Or does it feel like a whole new world just opened up? Similar to the range of timelines available, but at the same time.. very, very different.)
“Hm?”
“...Ah, so there is.”
“I hadn’t noticed with everything going on recently.”
My bank account is overdrawn because I forgot about a payment thing to my PSPlus, as well as I have a dental appointment for fillings that’ll cost $442, just for two fillings, so I’m opening up commissions for traditional art!
I’m open for $10-$15 traditional commissions like so up there, since my drawing tablet isn’t working and I’ve had slight pains from tendonitis from the constant struggle at work.
Please spread this everywhere D: I need to come up with some money to, at least, be able to get my account out of the red, as well as help pay some of my dental bill.
I hate doing this guys, but I need help
Donations are always appreciated as well.
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