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it could always be so much worse. rejoice that it is not.

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❝ no- you remain my favorite. and i doubt the chairman is so willing to sacrifice his own life before his plans come to fruition. and even so, i am everywhere. a mortal could never understand that. i can take care of the chairman while remaining at your side. ❞

❝ and to think... you believe you can subdue the gods? you know nothing of our power. ❞ ╱ @divimperator

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rose experiments on things... again. but, the next time he tries to do anything to it, it intends to rip him molecule from molecule.

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well, if not for rose, how would it have ever tuned into the ghetsis channel? its favorite punching bag! a constant power force across universes, except this one is particularly delightful. not god, not mortal- a sad chimera of a sort. ah, it hates rose, but it loves that ghetsis harmonia in a way only the great old ones can. it will not let him escape.

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ah, the desired effect has been achieved. it will rest, now.

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it will inflict horror untold. it sees all. it sees you.

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Distantly, there is fleet footed movement akin to a fairy dancing lightly upon a water's surface. Ribbons attached to her wrists and treading the watery steps of a stairwell leading to the heavens! Upon a stage high above the earth where winds and rain tormented the priestess, she skillfully made her way through the dance of life, death and rebirth, the bells of Ho-Oh ringing in a chiming, beautiful rhythm.

In this timeline, the priestess succeeds and begins a path that there was now no turning back from.

it watches the universe from beyond and from within- eternatus, the all in one, the one in all. among the gods it is the great old one, the first alchemist. the star-forger and fate weaver, and there is nothing that it does not know. nothing surprises it.

it does not mean that there is no delight, for this is a delight. often it wondered if the fated maiden would make it this time- how pleased it is to know that she has. ho-oh's blessing comes in the form of a ring that she places on her thumb (and it thinks for a moment to a time long gone. of blessings and heroes and binding rings. of crimson chains and gods yearning to be freed. the past is complex, isn't it?)

fated maiden, you dance well. did you know each step brings you closer? dance to your destiny, maiden born of love. we are watching. i am watching.

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“I made you some soup.” They hold up a bowl of … pink soup? “It’s strawberry soup.”

❝ ... mortals feed berries to their companions that they wish to bond with, is that true? ❞ eternatus has never allowed any mortal to call themselves its master- instead, it demands offerings of life, it has feasted on the bodies of the mortals who built their grand cities on its bones- so this is certainly new.

not that it won't accept the offering, as it can't fathom ree knowing what was usually offered, nor does it expect the youth to be the sort to want to condemn another human life. so the tulpa takes the bowl from the young trainer's hands, stares at the liquid for a moment before raising the bowl to its lips and drinking.

❝ ... not bad. i thank you for your offering. ❞

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what other mortals are there to watch, though? if it gives all of its attention to ghetsis, that looks like favoritism and ghetsis is only his favorite because of how he reacts... it doesn't want to go after rose, because it will just dismember him... that is no fun, it needs something that will keep it entertained ...

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some people deserve to just be the chewtoys of the gods(derogatory), and it happens to know the perfect candidate.

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offers a bowl of Mac and cheese

a mortal delicacy! it's creamy and delicious! what a lovely offering!

send an item ...

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ghetsis, you're pitiful!

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... what is it now... ?

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my dash is going on about gender and eternatus is a he/it and uses a very beautiful masc tulpa to get around :) it will mingle in its tulpa form with whoever he fancies i guess? gods are fickle, eternatus is no different from any other god in that way???

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it had anticipated something like this- watched the curse consume this man time and time again. it had enjoyed listening to his screams, found the twisted body rather enchanting- so it was expected that it would follow.

❝ you will not find your answers here, ❞ it radiates heat as it approaches, ouroboros, the endless power- great old one and king of the elder gods / it is a blessing of sorts to share warmth with this warped thing. a true anomaly that belonged nowhere- something to be eliminated. ❝ you want to know how to change back- you are lucky to be alive. ❞

❝ i have seen you die many times, rarely do you make it this far. there are exceptions, of course- where you grow into your divinity, but even that one success is a cursed existence. ❞ the tulpa turns its attention to the murals and runes on the walls, a soft sigh escaping from parted lips (a beautiful mimic of a mortal / a mockery of something so fragile), before it turns its attention back to ghetsis. ❝ zacian and zamazenta were once human beings. when they returned as wolves, they gained with their new bodies the blessings of divinity. power that would keep me entertained, we battle whenever i wish it- but there are times where i do miss seeing their human faces. ❞

❝ i have thought of changing them back, but it would strip them of their immortality, and they would rapidly age and die- but you... not much time has passed. prove your worth to me, and perhaps i will show mercy. you'd like that, wouldn't you? a cure- ❞

@aekashic liked for dragon

He was brooding. Sulking, really. There wasn't much left to do. No remedy for his condition had presented itself. Killing his more worthless scientists didn't seem to squeeze any better results from the rest of them. His massive library held no information aside from rather unsatisfying tales of people who had been turned, irreversibly, into pokemon. He sought answers in the ancient inscriptions on the walls of Relic Castle, but there were none to be found. So he laid in the Temple of the Sun, the now vacant shrine of Volcorona, simply seething at the indignation of it all.

His back was turned to the hall and so he saw no one enter, but he recognized the familiar pressure of the god's presence. He gave no acknowledgment aside from a low growl in his throat and a curt sweep of his tail in towards his body. Had the other followed him or simply appeared to mock him as the bastard 'divines' so often did? He certainly wasn't in the mood, but then was he ever?

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the fated maiden is beginning her journey. it will watch. it will wait.