ETERNITY'S STORY

"Reality is the stillness buried deep within illusion"

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"ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ɪꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ. ɪ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ."

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Daze stared, he was tired, very clearly tired, but he stood as though nothing was wrong. Wiping some blood off of his face, or well, more like across it, he stood up normally, lowering his hand but keeping his white knuckle grip on his weapon. "You'll call me Daze, if you care."

Something in his gaze seems to calm down upon seeing Rex's attitude, something about him calms him down, perhaps its their similar attitude that gives no fucks, or simply the way he can tell the other is also done with other people's bullshit, but he loosens the grip on the knife until it slides out of his hands. While he looks like any other Stanley, beside the beat up part, the way a dog tag hangs from his neck is definitely different. It glimmers, the black letters reading "D. STANLEY" with other unimportant information on them.

Daze's ears were pierced, clearly with makeshift jewelry made out of office supplies, and a plastic warning sign colored with red and black sharpies. He's clean shaven, and his eyes have a hint of purple in them, an oddly familiar shade of purple, just a coincidence.

"...I was fighting... My narrator" He mumbles the last part. "Should've seen how I left him... I had him, i had him, he just- He's a damn cheater thats what he is... Fucking... Self-centered bitch..." He's talking between breaths, his heartbeat so clearly racing even a blind person could see it. "That purple fuck... He thinks just cause he's the narrator I gotta do everythign he tells me to... Fuck- Give me a moment..."

Daze sighs, slumping down to the floor for a moment to catch his breath. It takes a moment before Daze talks to Rex again. "I dont think there's a real way out, he wouldnt have programmed one, an escape route for me... Your best idea is to backtrack. "

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Daze calming down around Rex makes him relax too, a mutual 'I know you can put up a fight and I respect that' which eases the tension instead of straining it.

Rex crosses his arms across his chest, watching the way Daze slumps down. His attention lingers on the diy piercings clearly customized by its wearer. They're great for what they are, Rex can appreciate a good DIY job. Especially the warning sign makes him smirk.

Rex lets Daze rant out his frustrations before he answers with a sympathetic and enthusiastic, "Fuck Narrators."

He comes over to lean against the wall where the other man is slumped and he no longer looks like he's itching to fight Daze - now they have something in common to rant about, their shared disdain for Narrators and their tendencies to abuse their powers.

"Most of 'em don't even show their faces, the fuckin cowards. At least yours got the balls to show up in person. So what happened? You disagreed with how to play the dumb story and he came down to beat you into compliance? Or you managed to trick him some how? Maybe ya just need a helping hand."

A few minutes ago he considered Daze a fun new victim to bully but now, he's already fantasizing about catching a Narrator. Holding them down and making them pay for their arrogance, showing them what it's like to be powerless…

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Daze scoffs, "The former, or similar... Every so often he just shows up to make sure im not "causing trouble" or whatever that means, every single time it gets violent because he refuses to listen. It's not our first scuffle..." He mutters, looking at his glove, its leather, probably found it in one of the many cabinets at the desks.

"I stopped playing his stories ages ago... Some of those messes on the walls? They're old. He doesnt check these places, he fixes up the main story but not anything he doesnt care about. I cant recall what this was used for but its the one place he doesnt clean." It makes sense, aside from being torn up, its dusty and with dim lights.

"We dont fight here anymore, I avoid it so he doesnt learn of it. But the moment I show up in a place he monitors he starts demanding. I do what he wants me to. Fuckin' hell, even outta bounds aint safe..." Daze says, bringing one of his knees up to rest his elbow on it and put his hand in his hair.

Thats when he gives Rex's comment a bit more thought, a helping hand huh? It makes a chuckle escape from him. "A helping hand could be useful... If I can just... Snap. I can actually look for a way out. I know there's one, but he keeps it hidden." When he says snap, he clearly means killing his Narrator of course.

Daze takes in a deep breath as he stands up, he sneezes, but beside that, he takes a good look at Rex and decides to ask with a grin, "You like trouble, dont you?" As he takes a bottle of water out of a mystery pocket in his over shirt, where'd it come from and how did you not see it? If you ask he'll tell you it came from his ass.

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"What the fuck." Rex mutters to himself as he takes stock of the damage around him. The Office he has just entered lay in ruins, debris and wreckage everywhere. It doesn't look like this was an accident or even a natural decay, no it looked like it was done out of malice. Or - more likely - frustration.

He couldn't help it, he's intrigued and chooses to walk onwards instead of turning back, wondering if he'll come across any dead bodies or even better, discarded weapons he can add to his collection.

The office is clearly trying to fix itself via self-healing code, but it cant, its been broken from the core, only way to fix the mess is a reset, but that doesnt seem to be happening soon. There's proper traces of blood around, and splatters of some sort of gold liquid. There's pieces of broken weaponry, but nothing complete.

In the walls, stabbed into them, are purple shards of blades, with traces of purple electricity left around them. On the floor are pieces of glass clearly used as weaponry, some makeshift trap pieces, and more broken blades from more miscellaneous knives. Its deadly quiet, more than it usually is in the offices, no narrator, no white noise, no character hanging out.

That is, until a loud bang, like someone kicking down a door, echoes through the halls. Huffing, loud, unsteady breathing, paired with steps from someone with a slight limp, slowly get louder and closer.

Turning the corner, a Stanley appears, dressed like the average Stanley, but his hair's all messed up, and so is his face. Piercings made by self using a stapler and office supplies hang from his ears, a pair of dogtags rest on his chest, and a fingerless glove occupies the space in his right hand.

He's looking down, bleeding from the nose, using the walls for support in order to hold two knives in his hands. One is a kitchen knife, plain and simple, the other is an elaborate carved knife with patterns on its blade, both have slight golden shines in odd patches. He freezes in place once he sees Rex wandering.

The Stanley raises one of his knives, his breathing still heavy, brown eyes looking in a tired, but defensive manner at Rex.

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Rex was busy examining the walls and the weapons lodged into them, wondering if someone had tried to fight the Office building itself and…lost? But he didnt need to wonder for long before someone else arrived. Rex was immediately on high alert, eyes transfixed on the sources of the sound as they kept coming closer and closer. Who or whatever it was, they sounded strained, maybe hurt. He could use that to his advantage, especially if they were hurt.

"…."

He narrows his eyes at the Stanley standing before him, bloody, exhausted, but defensive. This wasn't like any Stanley Rex had seen before. He took a moment to take it all in, before he grinned, a lazy, wicked smile.

"Hey there. I'm lost." Rex said in a tone that was clear him being lost was about to be the least of their worries. "You're a Stanley, arentcha? How bout you show me the way outta here."

He paused to once again eye Daze up slowly, like a piece of bloodied meat.

"Jesus, you look like a dog that just lost a fight with a truck. What's the matter? Threw yourself off the railings one too many times?"

He has his own hunting knife ready, but tucked away to the side. No reason to bring it out unless things get ugly. Which they could at any minute and Rex's taunting certainly isn't helping.

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Daze stared, he was tired, very clearly tired, but he stood as though nothing was wrong. Wiping some blood off of his face, or well, more like across it, he stood up normally, lowering his hand but keeping his white knuckle grip on his weapon. "You'll call me Daze, if you care."

Something in his gaze seems to calm down upon seeing Rex's attitude, something about him calms him down, perhaps its their similar attitude that gives no fucks, or simply the way he can tell the other is also done with other people's bullshit, but he loosens the grip on the knife until it slides out of his hands. While he looks like any other Stanley, beside the beat up part, the way a dog tag hangs from his neck is definitely different. It glimmers, the black letters reading "D. STANLEY" with other unimportant information on them.

Daze's ears were pierced, clearly with makeshift jewelry made out of office supplies, and a plastic warning sign colored with red and black sharpies. He's clean shaven, and his eyes have a hint of purple in them, an oddly familiar shade of purple, just a coincidence.

"...I was fighting... My narrator" He mumbles the last part. "Should've seen how I left him... I had him, i had him, he just- He's a damn cheater thats what he is... Fucking... Self-centered bitch..." He's talking between breaths, his heartbeat so clearly racing even a blind person could see it. "That purple fuck... He thinks just cause he's the narrator I gotta do everythign he tells me to... Fuck- Give me a moment..."

Daze sighs, slumping down to the floor for a moment to catch his breath. It takes a moment before Daze talks to Rex again. "I dont think there's a real way out, he wouldnt have programmed one, an escape route for me... Your best idea is to backtrack. "

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"What the fuck." Rex mutters to himself as he takes stock of the damage around him. The Office he has just entered lay in ruins, debris and wreckage everywhere. It doesn't look like this was an accident or even a natural decay, no it looked like it was done out of malice. Or - more likely - frustration.

He couldn't help it, he's intrigued and chooses to walk onwards instead of turning back, wondering if he'll come across any dead bodies or even better, discarded weapons he can add to his collection.

The office is clearly trying to fix itself via self-healing code, but it cant, its been broken from the core, only way to fix the mess is a reset, but that doesnt seem to be happening soon. There's proper traces of blood around, and splatters of some sort of gold liquid. There's pieces of broken weaponry, but nothing complete.

In the walls, stabbed into them, are purple shards of blades, with traces of purple electricity left around them. On the floor are pieces of glass clearly used as weaponry, some makeshift trap pieces, and more broken blades from more miscellaneous knives. Its deadly quiet, more than it usually is in the offices, no narrator, no white noise, no character hanging out.

That is, until a loud bang, like someone kicking down a door, echoes through the halls. Huffing, loud, unsteady breathing, paired with steps from someone with a slight limp, slowly get louder and closer.

Turning the corner, a Stanley appears, dressed like the average Stanley, but his hair's all messed up, and so is his face. Piercings made by self using a stapler and office supplies hang from his ears, a pair of dogtags rest on his chest, and a fingerless glove occupies the space in his right hand.

He's looking down, bleeding from the nose, using the walls for support in order to hold two knives in his hands. One is a kitchen knife, plain and simple, the other is an elaborate carved knife with patterns on its blade, both have slight golden shines in odd patches. He freezes in place once he sees Rex wandering.

The Stanley raises one of his knives, his breathing still heavy, brown eyes looking in a tired, but defensive manner at Rex.

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[ EUTHYMIA SPENCER / @terminationofdesires ]

The footsteps of his heeled boots accompanied by the jingle of his jewelry would give away his position, not like he cared, all he wanted was to get away from any area where Daze would be found, this time having had a harsher clash than before, and not in a good way.

Euthymia hadn't noticed when he was no longer in his own office and now was in a different one, opening his eyes to find himself in the warehouse, he noticed it was not his office due to the fact his form had changed.

Unconscious changes, the glow to his jewelry becoming greater, small particles of electricity appearing around his steps, his height gaining another two feet to put him at 8'1. Were it not for this he'd simply think he walked a bit too far.

He stood there, his arms behind his back and posture straight, electric eyes simply gazing, he wasn't really paying attention, lost in thought after all.

The warehouse had gone through some changes, once having been an impersonal place for machines and storage, now it was heavy with life. The smell of warm, damp earth was everywhere, sweet and suffocating. The walls were covered in soft moss and they were wet, water trickling in from an unseen force, like the room above them had been flooded. 

Everything was glistening in the artificial light, except now it no longer looked so fake anymore. The warm rays of the sun reached through the windows for perhaps the first in a long, long time. 

And in the middle of it all stood the god in question, his fiery red hair clashing with the backdrop of the forsaken room.

He turned when he heard Euthymia enter, smiling wide with white teeth.

"Ah, the first visitor! Tell me, tell me. Water lilies or perhaps a tree?"

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Euthymia's eyes focused back into reality as he was spoken to, turning his head to where he had heard himself being spoken to, the jingle of the chains on his antlers soft, but hearable. He exhaled. "Water lillies." He answered, walking forward toward the god.

"Who do I have the... pleasure, of addressing?" Pleasure is clearly sarcasm, he sounds like he's a bit more than just, annoyed. The way he moves is graceful, and the way he speaks is electric. "I go by Euthymia, The Narrator. You seem to have caused a certain amount of changes in this warehouse."

He knew he wasn't in his office, but it still felt odd to see the place full of green and life. As gorgeous as Euthymia's mannerisms and appearance were, it would be hard to ignore the cut on the side of his face, bleeding a fragrant golden color. There seemed to be more cuts of this type along the sides of his coat and arms, but the only one that really did bleed was the one along his face.

It looked like liquid gold, and the fragrance is one of roses, and its strong. His hair also looked like it had been roughed up, judging from the way it looked pulled on and undone, his hair is down from the lack of a hair tie. Gorgeous, it looks gorgeous nonetheless, perhaps he should look roughed up like this more often.

[lombardoink]

Quote from Dan Sheehan

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ζη

Well, Euthymia didn't say anything, it took very little before Euthymia's blade was against the neck of the other, this time chosing to take distance, making sure last time didn't repeat. It was the back of his sword that he dragged across the other's neck and to the back of it before making a quick swing that nicked the side of his neck.

It's a warning, whether its heeded or not is not up to him

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μπ ~ to euthy from his most dedicated "secret" admirer x)

[FROM FELIX TO EUTHYMIA]

Euthymia couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped him with the contact, simply closing his eyes. To know someone desired him in this manner was not something he expected to affect him as much as it did, but he did his best to vaporize the feeling as fast as he could, not wanting to be found so vulnerable due to simple touch.

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μ

[ROLES REVERSED]

Euthymia shivers when he snaps back to reality, feeling something having come in contact with him, well, more so of someone. His eyes met Rex's with spite, yet he didn't actively try to get the other to remove his hands from wherever they ended up. He would deny his enjoyment of this, but he clearly liked it.

[brother-sebastian-vael]

Touches are non-verbal forms of communication. So send my muse a symbol, to see how my muse would touch yours, if...

[neverendingparable]

α: …they are worried about your muse.

β: …they want to comfort your muse.

δ: …they demand your muse’s attention.

ε: …they were trying to calm/sooth your muse.

ζ: …they were angry at your muse.

η: …they wanted to warn your muse.

θ: …they are afraid of your muse.

λ: …they were missing your muse.

μ: …they want to seduce your muse.

ξ: …they want to say farewell to your muse.

π: …they want to convey their love to your muse.

ρ: …they want to bother/tease your muse.

ς: …they want to ask for comfort.

σ: …they want to beg your muse for forgiveness.

My muse will only react with a single touch and will say no word.

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see? do you? do you see? do you? see? see me? see who? do you? do you need to? see? me?

Euthymia's gaze was no longer bothered, having grown accustomed to these strange messages sent by no one in particular. He'd simply grab the edge of the tablet "I would rather go blind." Before crushing it with his hand, cracking and shattering it. It was gone before the pieces hit the ground

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[[[….SCANNING….SCANNING….SCANNING…]]]

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"Is that supposed to make me want to install your antimalware? Because it's doing the opposite."

The message is once again, vaporized, the second Euthymia finishes responding to it

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[[[….SCANNING….SCANNING….SCANNING…]]]

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"I can rid this realm from corruption by my own hand, I do not need any falsified beings to attempt to gain control of my world to do a job I can do better. Leave now."

Euthymia doesn't bother waiting before the display is covered in purple electricity and practically vaporized until the cracks of the glass-like display are left

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Updated Tags!

OOC TAGS ARE FOR OOC CONTENT RELATING TO THEM (HCS, LITTLE DETAILS, ETC)

EUTHYMIA:

ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ❱❱ ✖︎ 𝙰𝙴𝚂# ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ❱❱ ✖︎ 𝙰𝚂𝙺# ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴏʀ ❱❱ ✖︎ 𝚁𝙿# ᴍᴀʀɪᴏɴᴇᴛᴛᴇꜱ ❱❱ ✖︎ 𝙼𝚄𝚂# ʙᴇʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ❱❱ ✖︎ 𝙸𝙲# ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ❱❱ ✖ 𝙾𝙾𝙲#

DAZE:

ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴅᴀᴢᴇᴅ ❱❱ ❅ 𝙰𝙴𝚂# ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ❱❱ ❅ 𝙰𝚂𝙺# ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ❱❱ ❅ 𝚁𝙿# ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏᴢ ❱❱ ❅ 𝙼𝚄𝚂# ʙᴜʀʏ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ❱❱ ❅ 𝙸𝙲# ᴍɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟ ʙᴏx ❱❱ ❅ 𝙾𝙾𝙲#

[creepozoid-temple-of-viv]

lonely

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"Uhm! Excuse me sir! Do you happen to like theatre plays? It's just that I have tickets for one I want to give away but don't know who likes them"

-curtain call-

"Uh, theatre? Not into that kinda stuff but Euthymia could probs go. Give me one and i'll take it to him."