It had been quite a while since either Kaleb or Kassandra had seen Dottore, it appeared he was hiding away and working again. Tsk tsk, no breaks even when Kass had suggested he take more time for himself.
When either or both of them arrived at his main laboratory, he was on his knees, watering a small sapling recognizable as an Irminsul branch. A small speaker was quietly playing old Sumerian tunes next to it, and the soil appeared fresh. How cute to see he had gotten a hobby that took up all of his free time.
@after-hours-at-the-lab
The shadows seemed to watch, Kassandra forming from them.
"...well, better than just whittling the hours away on constant science... unless you need a tree for another experiment. I will warn you now, the branch won't sprout. Kaleb took the magic of the Irminsul with him up to the Gadda-Da-Vida... I mean, Garden of Eden. You're just pouring water on a stick."
Kaleb had been bothering Dottore for weeks, pressing his buttons and annoying him in every way physically possible. Dottore, of course, went to Kassandra to try and figure out a way to get back at him.
Dottore walked into her space, clearly ticked off. “Kassandra. How do I annoy Kaleb. He has been bothering me for the past three weeks and five days, and I’m tired of him. You know him well enough, what would annoy him into leaving me alone?” Oh ho ho, giving Kass free rein without any knowledge of the fact she could mess with him? Amazing.
[ @after-hours-at-the-lab ]
Kass was more just surprised Dottore went to a temple and asked for her firstly. She was a well-kept secret... she didn't mind it, to be sure. Her form appeared on the statue of Kaleb, lying on her back, looking down at Dottore.
"Did you try just tying him up? Sometimes the easiest solutions are right in front of you."
...nevermind the fact that Kaleb's mortal lover was bound helplessly to the altar she was slaughtered on, likely putting at least a bit of trauma-induced rage into him if he feels ropes...
@thetruescholar ‘s house is eerily quiet when Kirstin checks in. And the reason she finds is horrifying: Natalia laying limp on the bathroom floor with a needle jammed in her eye, like a discarded ragdoll. A small metal hammer lays on the floor beside her, and a rolled up washcloth is jammed in her mouth. Her one good eye left doesn’t react to the light of the bathroom. What’s she’s done is easy to deduce.
Kirstin did not fear, instead reaching down, pulling the needle out, and laying her hand upon Natalia's face, chanting in tongues as her mind wove back together. Once Nat was back to fully healed, Kirstin winded back and smacked her square across the face.
"Xi Zandinovna Mirza, how dare you attempt something like that in these halls! You may not be under our command, but you still live upon our premises! Under no circumstances should you attempt such a thing ever again! Am I understood!?"
By @thetruescholar ‘s bedtime, she’s set up a pillow and blanket for Kirstin. She herself is all ready for bed, with her sleep medicine and her pjs. Kirstin can see all the scars up Natalia’s arms, and the ones on her legs up to where her knees are covered. Her left arm’s elbow and right leg’s and knee are covered with surgical scars. She doesn’t have makeup on for bed, her eyebags really are terrible.
Kirstin was dressed enough. Her usual clothes didn't cover everything, but covered enough. She quickly got into bed next to Nat, smiling. She was silent, but the expression on her face made it apparent she was excited. Not her first time sleeping with another lady, but was her first time in the current context. She always liked new things...
[A small box of chocolate is left in the World Forge for Kristin. On top is a note from Eris saying “sorry about ruining the moment the other day :(”]
-@trickstrapsandgames
Kirstin picked up the box, wrote a new note, and sent it back, placing it on Eris' bed.
"Don't apologize for that, it's fine. I know I can be a little one-track mind anyways, I forget my brand of horny isn't appreciated by most folks. Also that I was very pushy about it. If anything, I should be apologizing. You, you're fine."
"P.S. put some strong aphrodisiacs in the chocolate next time. At least "make it up to me" by making me inconsolably horny."
If one is to attempt to communicate with an Elder, one must come to the revelation that they are nothing. No amount of wealth can sway them, no amount of sacrifices sate them. To you, they are a being wise beyond their years, old enough to see beyond the twisted veil of space and into the planes unknown.
To them, you are an ant attempting to crawl up their boot.
-Ludwig Prinn, De Vermis Mysteriis
~~~The Pariah~~~
Congratulations on coming so far! Your efforts were in vain. You found an Elder God... but I am not a major one, no. I'm the son of one, sure, but... dad doesn't like me that much...
I am Calibus Whateley, but... I'd prefer you call me Kaleb Doran.
Some of my titles and pseudonyms are as follows:
Xirunafer
The Worldshaper
The Universe Merger
Rex Duodecim Deorum
The Patron Saint of Pariahs
The Pariah of Elder Gods
The Reject
The Ascended Mortal
The Sculptor
The Forger of Worlds
The Antichrist
The New God
Contractbreaker
Timewalker
All-in-One
One-in-All
Indrid Cold
Indrid the Cold (big difference!)
Kilroy Damascus
Smiling Man
The King in Purple
King Byzantium
The Man in Purple
Dead Man
Kaleb-121, Yellow Team
Halcyon
7671802-0025B-Kaleb
Joseph Joanson
Kio'sai Qezoyee
DJ Smokey
Specialist Doran
CEO Doran
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I'm gonna cut you off right there, Kaleb. Hi! I'm Kassandra, Kaleb's Sister-Wife-Girlfriend-Concubine-Mirror. Pick whatever you think sounds better at any moment, I really could not care less. I was made in a fit of remaining teen hormones, and now I exist for pleasure. I'm basically just Kaleb again, except as a chick and hornier. I might steal his asks occasionally, or you can just ask for me and I'll answer them! Or my own clone, Kirstin will. She's the more "dominant" part of our little package deal.
Greetings and salutations! I am MARIA. I keep the World Forge together. Kaleb is often out, Kassandra is... well, she's her own problems. So I keep everything dusted and cleaned up. I will deliver letters to Kaleb normally, but if you have any for me, please let me know!
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~~~The Current Deck~~~
Alright. So... I am currently working on constructing a proper universe, kind of.
Right, that's an... esoteric thing. So. Most universes, cleaned slate. Not mine. It's still got chalk on the edges. The souls of the dead, their realms, the As Above (or Heaven) and the So Below (or Hell), the Far Planes (or "Backrooms" as some urban explorers call it), and a few pocket planes remain existent, despite a universal collapse that started it.
But, I've already ironed things out, and thus far I have two major "populated spaces".
First is Gaia, named after the Titan of Greek fame. This was because of a spat regarding a lover's death, and the name is no small thing. Gaia is, quite literally, Ancient Greece. Trojan War era, in fact. So if you wanna impress them, show them iron or something.
Second is Teyvat. It's a little more fragmented, and it's a decision I have... since regretted, but I cannot simply trash it all, lest the people within be consumed with it. So it remains, now a part of me.
But these are not what I seek to make. I seek to make my own, with its own magic, its own species. This is what I work on for the most part. In my free time between building, I decided to open this here mailbox, and I flipped up the flag to see what the people wanted to say.
So don't hesitate to drop me a line. I might be a little busy, but I do personally-
-that's not true I have Maria read my letters for me, but still! I do listen to all of them!
~~~Etiquette for Elder Gods~~~
Roleplaying is like collaborative art. Keep everyone on the same page. As such, I've given some etiquette for RPing with the goofs.
No polarizing topics, please. I hate talking religion and politics.
Please be patient. Sometimes I need a bit to respond, so, don't jump on me for it, please.
All scheming goes to the mod @grubhubgamingofficial so please talk to him.
I try my best to keep what's what obvious, but if you get confused, do talk to me.
If we're in a multi-mun RP, please ping me. I get lost easily.
Please mark trigger warnings when they come up. Use the keep reading function to split off the problem areas.
I'll try to standardize text, but if it gets confusing, ask me and I'll try to clear the air.
Autohit is for chumps, don't do that.
Autododge is for chumps, don't do that.
Ask me to "kill" or seriously injure my fools. I'd do the same for you.
This account will post NSFW. I will tag it as such, but do not be surprised by it. Minors, please, block the #nsft or #suggestive tags or do not interact in the first place.
Don't hesitate. I like being annoyed by roleplays and anons, so, come into my ask box and fuck with the deities. Give them shit to eat, tracks to listen to, the works.
~~~My Blessed Followers~~~
@beauty-under-the-sun (My Boyfriend/Husband!)
@hopping-bunny-radio (My Champion of LLSTRCMCS07121940-DETCOMANIUNI-E50.) (OOC: Or, in Layman's Terms, DCU DCAU Earth-50)
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Current profile picture taken by @starleska, drawn by Shoocharu
What are some things Kaleb wish people would stop bringing up in conversation to have him reset?
Kaleb is a layered being; what does his center look like? (Non-sexual/sexually)
Are you picky about your partners?
Is Kirstin?
What are Kirstin's powers?
Are they the same as yours?
I heard you got an emotional bee; how's that working out for you?
Do you think you can overcome yourself Kaleb?
What's stopping you, aside from the store?
Anything else you wanna get off your chest? (Or Kirstin's?)
Welcome back to the "Kaleb monologues about his half-depressing life hour" kids! Sit down, let ol' Kilroy spin his yarn once more.
"For one thing, enough about the reset. It's not even a reset! More of a transfer! I'm there, I transfer for Gravemind mode, I transfer Gravemind back and then return! It's not a reset, damnit!"
2. "My center is... imagine an onion. Peel it down, layer by layer. Layer 1. Layer 2. Layer 3. Layer 4. Down to Layer n^n. Once that layer is gone, what you find is myself, or rather, my corpse. The last bits of my old self, a husk taking orders from his mom. This husk is pathetic, and so it remains dried, shriveled, decaying."
3. "WOW, that got dark fast. Uhh... partners, partners. Not really picky. Have a preference towards more femininity, but, otherwise no real limits."
4. Kirstin appeared again, this time wearing leather cuffs, blindfolded, her upper chest only censored by wax dripped on her breasts. Her cage was also still on, also covered in wax.
"I think so!"
5/6. "Our power sets are the same of functionally anything as needed when inside our universe, meanwhile outside we are limited to MOSTLY anything. While he spends it doing a lot more normal stuff, I spend it to make clones of myself to abuse myself."
7. "Andromeda? Working out fine. Lovely bee. All of them are, actually. I like them, I'd... hate to lose them. We'll say that."
8/9. "I have overcome myself, overcome my past, even overcome my earlier power. I have looked down below and seen a reflection of exactly how far I have gone."
10. "Does anyone know you like making me drink your piss, Kaleb?"
"Shut up! That's sensitive information on a need-to-know basis! THEY don't need to know!"
