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@your-god-emperor
"Step aside gentlemen, a god stands before you now!"
Director Phobos, your benevolent God-Emperor. Please, make sure to bow before addressing me.
If you must know more about me, I've been around for... quite a while. Only recently gotten back after certain events. My city is in crumbles, and my reign... besmirched. But believe me, citizens, your God-Emperor is going to return Nexus City to its brightest days!
We Own You
"It's always so nice when an old friend comes to visit, i̴̳͓̟̟̖̗͊̌̈́̎̕s̷̲͚̠͋͆̈̾̀̓͝n̶̨̬̼̤̦̫̪̺̔̌'̶̣̼̃̊̆̊̀͆͑͜͠ṱ̷̨̠͕̑̅͋͆͜ ̷̝̆͑̔̈̑͠͠ȋ̸̘͚̤̠̔̃̎͆̕͠t̵̢̢̩̺̹̬͂̉̈́̏?̷̡͈̳̜̜͇̼͆́̎͜" Phobos' voice was surprisingly chipper, a wide grin plastered on his face. The red windows paint the Director's face in crimson light, an ominous sight for the uninitiated. Doc merely leaned back in his seat, his expression hidden by his mask but still clearly annoyed.
A soldat presented a platter, sitting it on the table before stepping aside. Phobos quietly took one of the cups in hand, pouring himself a glass of what smelt like tea. "P̵͔̬͍̭̖͙̑̃l̵̲͖̽̓̾̓̇́̃͠e̴̡̛̦̤̒͑̓͂̔a̶̢͎͙̋̍͊ś̵̛̫̖́͆̓͂̚ͅe̸̜̩̝̝̮̻͗̽̑̇̈, have yourself a glass as well, make yourself at h̸̡͍̖̻̝̞̰̳̒õ̵̙͍̾̈́͌̄́͠ḿ̶̨̜͚͍͖͗̀́̉ë̷̢̳̩̭͚́͌̆́͛͠͝" Doc could tell there was an underlying meaning to that statement, but he ignored it. Just Phobos trying to get in my head. He took the other cup, carefully pouring tea into the glass.
"Of course, Director. I thank you for your... generosity in letting me speak to you." He tried to keep his tone even, to hide the bitterness at having to speak so politely to the other man. It seemed to appease Phobos, though, his grin growing wider. "It seems you haven't changed since we last saw each other."
"Why would a g̶̞̓̑͊͒̀͘͘o̴̙̮̠̘̗̣̊͛̽̕d̵̡̧̪̟̝̤̗̬͈͎̯̱̈́͗̄́̌̎̔̈͒̈̐͠͝͝ͅͅ ever need to ç̷̨̛͓̩͎̥̭̩̲̪̪̱̲̾͂̒̈́͝h̷̡̡̻̼͙̟̠͍͈̱̼̭̮͇̊͂͌̊͠͝ä̷̢̨͍̠̙̣̺̘̰͔̰̖̠́̍̌̓̎͛͆̕n̶̜͇͙̫͇͒̽̏̐̔̎̃̓̐̇̉͠g̶̙̣̱̟̞͓̪͈͍̙̩̝̙̽̈́́͊͐̂ȅ̸̢̛̖͉̘̗̝̣͉̲̜̓͛̍͛̒͐̉̅͌̓̈́̎̚?̷̧̧̥͍̘̩̠͙͍̮̦̦̆͜" He countered, taking a sip of his tea. Phobos kept his chin held high, staring down at Doc as if he was beneath him.
"When a 'god' dies twice, maybe they should reconsider their tactics." He almost smiled as he saw Phobos' reaction to the statement. Lips curled downward, shoulders tensed, it was a beautiful picture Doc wished he could immortalize.
Phobos crossed his arms, hooking one leg over the other. The sound of the safety of a gun being flicked off was a blatant threat, reminding Doc of where he was. "Watch your tone, T̵̢̩͖̽̋o̶̢̭̩̭̫̱̹̊̅͂͊̇̍͝ḇ̸̨̢̧̨̞͇̫̟̜͎͇̑̾̒̊͋̽̃i̵͍̭͈̼͒á̵̡̧̻͉͕͈͆͋͒̀͌̓̕͜͠͝s̶̡͕̹̻̻͚̫̱͚̦͗̈̓̀̀̀̀͌͊̚͜. You may not work here anymore but that doesn't mean you shouldn't mind your m̴͇̤̰̝̤͍̺̪̪̥̹͑̒͛́̓̿̒͘a̵̢̧͓̟͚̠̪̺̼͇̺͋̀̓̄̾͋̚̚͘͘ņ̴̱̦̳̥̳͚̋͛́̈́̐̌n̵̨̫̠̝͖̗̗̮̮̘̠̥̹̥̈́̕ę̸̘̬̰̬̳͖͇͔̲̜̥͑̊̅̉̈́̈́̅͂̌͗̚r̵̡̪̰̺̖̱͇̰̩̝͖̼̹̃̓̈́͌̿̓̓͒͘͠͝s̷̰͉̬̝̬͎͚͚̠͈̬͎͇̹͎͑̿̀̓̀̆̆̀̾̈́͋̚͠ ̷̡̪̰̰͎̲̦̟̦͔̥̜̝̳͕̔͛̆̀͌́͊̚͝͝w̶̡͙̦̠̦̝͉̦̮̘̌̔̈́́̑͊̅̕͜͠ͅͅĩ̷̧̛̭̥̬̩̉̔̍̾̓̿́̾̌͗͝t̶̤̗̥̭̅̊̇̓ͅh̴̨̛̟͆̿́ ̸̛̗͒̅̌͑̀̿̇́̎͛̉͝͝m̵̝̻̳̖͙͕̤͔͐͘͜͜͜ě̶̡̪̯̣̿̈̇̊̅̀̌̉̄͊͠.̶̛̗̋̈́̑̑͌̽͌̔̒͝"
He shrunk back at the comment, hearing that name used so easily towards himself. Doc nodded, relaxing slightly when he heard the safety click back on. The reaction appeased Phobos, his smirk returning in full force.
"I'm ḡ̷̣̝̖̳̯̗͕̣̓̊̑ļ̸͈͈̌̈́͐́͒͠a̵̛̦͈̜̫͒̃̑͂͛̓̀̓d̴̤̲̞̅ we've come to an understanding. Now, we have matters to d̶̥̞̼̬͐̂͛̀̋̆̂͠į̵͈̫̋̍̔͒́̋̔́̈́̈́͆̆͐͘͘͜ͅͅs̸̡̻̖̼͐̐̇͋̚c̵̳̉̓̆̇̒̉ú̷̪̙̦͆͂́͐́̉͘͘ş̸̛̯̗͎̲͈̭̹̦̭͐͌̈̃͘͘͝͝s̴̡̗͚̯͖̻̙̪͔͊̌̌̆͜͠͝ properly, d̵͎͖̔̄̈́̋̓ọ̶̡̡̣̦͙̈́͊͆̄n̴̦̹̠̘͉̏̎̅͒̎́͑͆̅̍̂̕͝ͅ'̶̛̮͔̺͚̩̺̥͓̪͇̉̍͛̄̒̔̿̈̽̂̊͛͘t̸̡̠͖̮̼̊͊͂̀̃̅̊̊́̈́́͠͝ͅ ̷͙͙͌̀̀̅́̒̚͝ẁ̸̧̡̛̝̤̣̰̻͉̗͆̔̈̀̃͂̾̇͋̽̕̚e̸̳̙̣͋͒̽̄͠?̷̨̨̻̜̳͉̙̗̙̦̘̜̙̰͗̇̂̿̓́́~̵̱̰̪͙̹̦̫̘̬̣̫̈́̊͂͛̈͝"
Dumps the bucket of slime on you
He looks like a wet cat, his long hair clinging to his face and back.
Wh̸͉̺͇̀̆͌̉̾̚͘ḁ̵̢̡̯͔̻̫͐̽͂͛̽̓̀̍̽́̏͂͘̕t̴̯̭́̌͑́̀̍̇͒̒̈́͊̀́͌̕ ̷̠̱͋̆̓͝t̴̡͍̟́̌͑̈́̀̌͊̌̋̽͛͑̍͛h̵̜̬̣̝̣̕ͅe̴̢̛̯͙͙̪͇̱͆͛̎́̀͛̓̚ ̴̅̾͆̑̍̐̓̌͆̚ͅa̵̝̗͎̣̦͕͚͚̅̉͘͜c̷̢͉̠̥̖̼̗̪̥̣̫̗̮͖̯͆̃̆͌̐̉̎t̷̡̡̲̫̯͍̠̟̲̀̐̒̎͆̏͑̈́̐̃ú̶̺̅̎̌̄̀̉̾͝͝a̶̡̫̦͎̹̼̺̘̒̃̔́̈́̊̉̊́́̚ĺ̷̳̟͔͑͂̉̈̍̆̚͜ F̴̨̢̛͎̫̖̻̰̼̪̝̿̓̀͗̈̈́̎̚͝Ų̷͕̫̪̤̦̳̯̗͇͉̲̪̰̝͈̣̩̘̯̰͎̻̯͚͖̘̦̅̾̿́̈́̈͊̃̎̈́̿̑̈̔̂̒̿̇̐̒͝͝ͅC̶̡͚̲̞̯̃̾̂̈́̐̑K̸̡̢̡̛͍̭̠̹̙̟̜̱̥̜̼̜͎̘̜̹̮̹̫̺̮̟̠͓̱̙̅̃̀͆̇̈́͒́̎̊̃̈́͛̃͝͝ͅͅ
Gives you a bucket of Nickelodeon slime
Exc̷̛̛͓̟͕̺͙̻̽̃́̓̍u̶̼̹͎̝͔̞͈͉̍͒͆͐̾͛̾̎̈̚ş̷̡̩̜̮̼̀̑̾̍̀̽̓́ͅͅe̸̡̱͍̻̫̞̘͕̓̊̂̌̚ me?? What tĥ̷̜̖̞̼ȩ̸̙̯͍̎͆̀́͜ ̸̛̲̠̔̋̌̈́̇̈́͛̚͠ͅf̷̢̛̝̜̺̺̖͇͕̼̒̈́̋͛̓͝ư̶̹̣̜̓̆̇̆́̃͜ċ̶̫̘̣̪͉͉̩̝̆̄̔͛̅̓k̶̮̜̹̲͉̃̀͒̔ ̵͕̼̔̔̑͑̑͗̆̋̈́̄is this??
Give my muse an item and see how they react!
Things may or may not be added to their official inventory
*gives you bad bourbon*
...At least this is t̸̠̰̄̆̎̚͝͠o̷̡͕̖͇̠̭̾͋̒̎́̌̍͆̌̂͘̚l̴̛͇̭͚͕̙̱͑͆͋̓͑̀̇̂͛̄̆̆̓̊͒́é̶̛̫̓̿͂͛̽͒̌̐̾̔̒̊͌͝͝ȓ̷̡̡̠̳͙̣̫̭̥̤̱ͅȧ̴̡̧̪̟̺̹̘̻͖̫̟͉́̏̓̏̉̒̑̋̆̎̓̔̅̏͛̚͜͠͝͝ͅb̴̢̛̭͙̮̰̉̀̅̈̏̋̊͛̈́͒̓̅̿͒̔̕̕͠l̵̨̧̩̻̬̲͙̲̯̝̹̯̠͍̬̳̤̳̲͗̇̌̉̄̈͌̈́̈́̐̓͒̏̚͜͠e̷̜̒̈́̂̉͋͐̎͋̔̎̈́̎̈́̊̀̈͌͒͂̚͜. Not good, but something...
*gives your crap whiskey*
Again? This is even f̵͔̞̝̥̋̒̓͂̐ư̵̢̛̼̻̳̠͗̅̒͝ͅc̵̡̨̨̧̛̘̬̱͉͕̗̘̥̗͓͔̤̀́k̶̨̧̰̻̭͙̥͉͙͉̗͂́̑̅͛̇̃́͊͑͐͊͊̆̕͜͝͝i̸̡̥̜͉͉̯̻̫̳̳͇̟͙̎͑̾̈́̅̄͐̀̋̊͌̒̇̅͠͝n̴̢̡̡̮̜̱̰̤̞̥̮̝̰̻͔͙͈͂̆̂͗̉̉̈́̌̊͑̅͜͠ͅg wors̴̢̛̠̗̬̱͎͖͙̥͍̖̼͖̞͒͋͂̄̔̊́͒͘͝ę̶͖̥͍̖̝̰̘̘͍̗̻̮͕̖́̿̀͌͜͜ than the last one!
* gives you bottom of the barrel beer*
Ř̴̨̻͖̩̟̟̙͎͙͚̝̟̠͗̓͊̄̋͆͑̊̑̓̒͑͊̉͜ ̶̓̆̈́̀͗̀ea̵̡̛͚̬̫̥̪̭̙̾̑̀̉̒̈͌͐̆ļ̶̭͇̱͚͈͈̊ļ̵̺̥͙̲͉̎͛́̃̈́̆͒̄̃͝y̸̢̪̥̹̞̼̦͔̤̾̃̇̑̓͌?̵͔̪̦̼͉̖͙͓̯͊̌͛͌
Sigh
This is s̸̨̨̨̢͙̰̣̻̫̟͉̞͈̻̩̙͎̲̭̉̑̔̉̃̔̌͑̈́͌̌̉̒h̴̢̛̭͇̯̰̮͚̹͉̗̝̦̘̖͍͈̩̋̾̈́̉̾̎̾̌͐́̅̐͊̚͘͘͝ͅị̴̢̡͚̦̬͈͖͓̦̜͕̬̗̟̑̊͋̒̋̚ṭ̴͕̳̗̮̋̋̿͑̓͑͂͌.
There aren't any good drinks in this f̸̡̛̪̮̪̭̳̲̩̤̻̹̆̒̾̏̈́͂̀͆u̶̢͓̬̤̹͓͉̝̔̈́̀͆̈́͘c̵̛̛͖͇͚̭͎͇̍̊͛͘͘͝k̵̦̩͍̩̻͒͑͗͘i̸̜͒͋̊̅́̍͐̀̌̀̕͠͝n̸͓͕̹̻̝̩̖̬͑̋̓͐̿̊̉̊g̴̢̙͈̣̩̘͔͎͈̻̥͉̘̅̒̋̏͆́̑͐̄̀̎̕̕͜͝ tower. Can someo̴̡̥̲̲̞̓̓̊͌́̀̊́̚͠n̶̗͍̠̞͓͓̤̯͊̌́̓̀̉ḛ̵̡̡̨̦̙̤̤̗͙͙̜̙͙̓͗̔̚̚ͅ in this place get me something?
We need to talk.
- 🎯
Oh, do we ṇ̷̛͎̠͎̙͓̝̹̹͑̿̅̉͂̉̈́̿́̚͝o̶̡̧̨͎̳̬̹̜̠͕͕̳̼͌̂͑̈́̉̃̏͑͠ẇ̶̨̫̺̱͇̤͙̰͓̾͛?̵͖̞̙̺͂ Going to bring your lapdog with you so he could "dea̴̧̛͇̦̗͓̖͎̗̻͉͍̾̊̀̒͌͛͑̆̆͒̊l̸̟̂̅͋̏͂̋̀̉̓͝"̷̡̢̢͖͉̱͖͉̝̠͓̠̣̠̎̊̎̐̈̅͆͂̕ͅ ̷͉̰̟̐ͅw̶̢̛̼͙̗̝̱̞̦͆̄̈́͛̓̍̅̍̑̔͘̕͜i̷̩̮̞̠͚͓̘̬̙̙̤̊͂̏͋̌̏̈́͛͑̐̿͘͝ṯ̴̢̛̳̞̤̦̣̞̤̫͍̣͍̜͑͂͘h me again?
I suppose your security is still lacking, as always. It's never been that hard to get into that tower of yours, has it?
– 🎯
Of course, you have experience with such a thing. Always weaseling into places you shouldn't be.
I think the lower floors of the tower have been infiltrated a̴̲͒̎̾͋͆͜g̷̘̭̥͇̓̒ą̵́̉̊͂̋i̷̹̙͈͍̠͖̟͑͌͆͗ņ̴̡̩̮̯̪́̒̿̑.
Sigh
My guards are u̷̧̥̟̞̻̻̣͑̄̏̂͑͜š̴̯͈̙̟̜̖͋̑̌̑̓e̶̜͎̚l̷̛͖̤͍͚̤͙̼̯̏́̔̚͝e̴̦͍̹̾͛̾̉̕ś̷̜̬̻̹̬̰̠̀̆͘s̷̟̪̙̝͑͘͝ͅ I swear.
𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 : what inner wounds does your muse hide? do they hide it behind humour or confidence? do they hide it at all?
Massive body dysphoria. He can change it over and over, replace pieces of himself, and meticulously work on his body, but he'll never be happy. He keeps it hidden with his sheer ego and confidence, but behind that, his "godly" existence is marred by his mortal form.
🌿 * 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 : 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜.
𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 : what grief does your muse carry quietly, and how do they cope when no one is watching? 𝐨𝐚𝐤 : what gives your muse strength when everything feels uncertain? 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : what soothes your muse's mind when they are overwhelmed? how do they manage stress? 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : what memory does your muse hold onto most tightly, and why? 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡 : when was the last time your muse had to start over, and what did they leave behind? 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 : what traditions or values does your muse consider sacred? 𝐢𝐯𝐲 : who or what has your muse clung to and why? 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 : how does your muse protect the people they love? 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 : what parts of your muse are considered hard to love, and how do they deal with that? 𝐟𝐨𝐱𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 : what lies has your muse told to protect themself or someone else? how far are they willing to go? 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐬 : where does your muse feel most safe, what does that look like? 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 : what does endurance mean to your muse? 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 : how do they express longing, especially for something or someone that they think they cannot have? 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞 : how does your muse heal - physically, emotionally, spiritually? 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 : what does joy look like for your muse? how do they let themself feel it? 𝐚𝐬𝐡 : what has your muse lost that still haunts them? 𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 : what inner wounds does your muse hide? do they hide it behind humour or confidence? do they hide it at all? 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚 : what does love mean to your muse - how do they show it? how do they want to receive it? 𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐬 : when your muse needs clarity - who or what do they turn to? 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧 : are there any details from your muse's childhood that sticks with them - good or bad? 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐨 : how does your muse handle change and adaptability - are they flexible or resistant?
I'm sure I can convince you, dear~
Reą̶̛͍̩̥̼͙͔̳̥̠̲̈́̅̈́̃̐͂͑̑͐̉̚͝͠l̸̢̫̘̙̾̿̃̓͐̔̊͑́̕͘͠ļ̸͌̈́y̴̢͖̞͙͎͈͈̺̭̹͈̺̪̭̅̈́̏̅̇͐͐̽̄̅̈́ ̴̹̼͖͇͈̰̀̊͛̈́͜n̸̡͖̦͙̮̻͕̲̼͂̾̿̐̾̎̏̈́͗̿̔̐̚o̴̖̹̺̖͎̟̼̊͋̽̉̾͂̈̈́̃̑̚̚̕̚͝ͅẅ̶̡̢͇̯̲́̉́͂͑̄̕͜͠͝?̴̺̤̒~̶̧̧̲̜̪̤͖̳̥̝͈͕̭͉̃͜ How adorable~ Į̷̱͍̳̫̹̻̩̞̙͙̱̮̅̋͛̈ can't help but be a̴̧͜͝ ̷̛̩̳͙̱͖̣̥͕͔̈́̏̑̓̊̑̀͌͗̚̕l̴͉̣̪̤͇̩͖̇͒͆ì̵̲̹̭͕͇̗̈͗̀̇̊͗̅͊̌̑̓͜͝ͅl̴̻͛̄̍̽̆̎̿͝tle bit intrigued.
Hmm, it's actually your mouth that would be better full~
Oh, really now?~ Don't get ah̸̨̯̲͍͙̋̋͗͋̃̃̎̑ȩ̴̄̊̅a̵͖͔̬͚͉̎͛̏̾̇͘͜͠d̷͇̂̄̈́ of yourself, D̷̪͔̜͕̜̲͌͌̒ͅę̵͎̖̖̱̞̫̒̑̏͐͋a̸̡̳̱͖̟̺͚̙͇͋̃̕r̴̨̢̛͇̙͐͐̀̊͌͠~̷̧͎̝̹̻̐̈́̍̈́͆́̏
I don't do that for a̶͈͕̫̫͆̑̽̑̄͒̆͝ņ̶̮͙̹̖̺̣̰͙̿͐̀y̷̼͛͜o̷̧̫̎̿͑͆͗̒ṉ̶͚̗̤͛̈́e̴̖̥̮̜͗̎̌̃̃̓̕͠.̶̻̲͙͙͔̳͍̃̋̆͆̏̉͝ Let alone someone like you.
